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Visenya opened her eyes as she held onto the burned and charred Aegon the older, she looked around at Rhaneyra, Aegon the younger and Lucerys. Visenya gasped as she took in a deep breath and watched as Aegons Kingsguard rushed towards the mummified Kings.
Visenya had no regard for anyone who was Loyal to Aegon, She walked towards his Guards commander as he stood still baffled that she survived the scorching hotness of the dragons breath "Die." She said not wasting any time and plunging her sword into the man's neck watching as he held onto his neck gasping for air.
Visenya walked towards another guard and he began to run away from her "K-Kingslaye-" before he could finish she ran up to him and grabbed his hair pulling his neck back and slicing it in one go, the blood had splattered on her face as he coughed making her throw him on the ground.
Rhaenyra stared at Visneya about to talk but before she could say a thing Ser Alfred Broome stabbed her in the chest, making Aegon the younger scream frightened as Lucerys took his brother close to him and running toward Visenya, as she watched Rhaenyra fall to the ground.
"Dear princess did you think you could kill the King with no consequence?" he asked as he wield his long sword his hand, Visenya didn't say a word to the bald man as she twirled her sword in her hand and cocked her head to the side in anger.
His hand gestured a come closer and without another word she did, He tried to jab her as she swiftly moved forward "Oh Alfred, you chose a wonderful night to die." Visenya whispered into his ear as she moved passed him without a sound making him gasp.
As she moved behind him holding the knife to his back "Kneel." She demanded as she looked down at the man, he laughed and turned around to face her "Kneel to whom Princess?" he asked as he held onto his sword tightly.
"King Lucerys." She said as she suddenly crouched slicing his achilles tendon making him scream in pain and she smiled "Swear yourself loyal to him, or die at my hands." she threatened while he fell to his knees and looked up at Prince Lucerys and laughed "A bastard for King? I'd rather die than serve a faulty king.." he yelled while facing Visenya, her face showed she had no lick of emotion in her.
He looked up at her in terror while staring at her, her face was nothing but pure anger "Princess.." Ser Alfred's lower lip quivered in fear as he looked at her face "Visenya.." Melisandre spoke softly behind the madd princess and touched her shoulder "My dear.. it doesn't have to be like this.. talk to me..tell me why you're holding such anger." She spoke once more.
