She was a girl whose identity got lost in time; taken away from her ancestors because of their own faults, but she came to claim what was rightfully hers, and with that, she found herself in the middle of chaos.
After all, she was a special girl w...
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HER PACE QUICKENED and the sound of her footsteps got louder the quicker she walked. At this moment, Visenya was so glad Rhaenyra had allowed her to use one of her old suits to train in, because otherwise, she would have to train in her dress, and oh, how much she hated that.
"Princess, you're here to watch the Princes?" Viserys asked the young girl once she walked past him and was completely oblivious to his presence.
"I am actually going to train with them, Your Grace," Visenya smiled, making the King raise his eyebrows before he nodded, allowing her to enter the training ground where Aegon and Aemond were trying to fight Criston Cole. "I am aware that I am late, Ser Cole, but I'm afraid Septa wouldn't let me leave unless I had finished translating the ancient text."
"If you want to keep training here, you shall attend the class on time," The knight replied coldly, confusing the girl with his cold behavior, but she nodded nonetheless. "There are already many exceptions made for you, Princess." Oh, he was certainly going to ruin her day. "Choose your weapon. You're dueling with Prince Aemond."
"Has he been like that all day?" Visenya whispered to Jace as he followed her to the desk where the weapons were laying.
"Like what?" The boy questioned, not having picked up yet what the girl meant.
"Like a cunt," Visenya rolled her eyes and grabbed a wooden sword from the pile, before sending a smile at Ser Harwin and starting to walk away.
"Isn't he always like that?" Jace smirked and so did Visenya, as she let out a soft chuckle and patted his shoulder, eventually, leaving him behind.
"Prince, Princess, get in positions," Criston ordered but Visenya didn't move and tilted her head to the side.
"Are you sure you want him to fight me?" The girl questioned, making Viserys chuckle as he watched her intensely. Criston raised his brows, glaring at her, while Aemond looked at her in confusion. "I don't want to crash his ego, you know. It's been quite fragile lately."
"Seems like the new Princess is doing things her way," Lyonell commented, the King smiling at his comment and narrowing his eyes as Ser Cole moved towards the girl.
"Of course, she is. She was raised in the North," Viserys said with a shrug. "Plus, she comes from a line of rebels. She brings a new air to the castle, for sure."
"Choosing to have an attitude, huh?" Criston questioned the girl who just enjoyed pissing him off a bit too much. After all, he started it all by being rude to her.
