When Visenya Velaryon was born paler than the winter snows barely six moons after the wedding of Rhaenyra and Laenor, the whispers started there. Bastard. No matter how hard Rhaenyra tried to claim she was Laenor's daughter, her resemblance to Daemo...
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As the sun beat on her face, Visenya pushed her toes into the sand. She let out a laugh as it tickled and Grey Ghost tilted his head in amusement. He caught a fish from the top of the water and dropped it in front of her.
"That smells rancid," Aemond grimaced from behind her.
Visenya refused to look at him as he waited for her to get up and listen to his instructions on self-defense.
"Visenya, get up. I have been waiting for almost an hour."
"No," She said.
She heard him sigh in frustration but the second he stepped closer, Grey Ghost was snarling and on the defensive. He was bold but he wasn't stupid. Her dragon may have been smaller than Vhagar but he could still swallow a human whole.
"Visenya would you stop being difficult and get up?"
"No, I'll pass."
Aemond groaned louder than the last time. "What do you want me to say, Visenya? Do you want me to apologize? I understand the reason you were offended but if you get this pissy any time someone insults you, they will never stop."
"You mean like yourself?" She frowned.
"You know why I can walk past every girl that whispers about my appearance? Because for days I stared at myself in the mirror with hatred at my missing eye, the one you took from me. I could either let my insecurities control me or I could control them. Look at me, Visenya."
She finally let out a sigh and turned her head towards him. "What?"
"You are a bastard. Your real father is dead and your biological father hates you. Your mother wishes you were a boy and you stand to inherit nothing. You are a bastard. You are nothing to this realm."
Her eyes stung with tears as she watched him. "Why are you so cruel?"
"I am trying to help you stop being so sensitive, Bastard. It must be painful to know that you are their bastard and then eleven years later they finally marry and have more children they adore more than you."
Visenya's lips trembled with anger but not at Aemond, at the truth he was speaking. How was it fair she was being punished when they did end up marrying years later? And to have a son that both of them doted on?
"Stop," She seethed, standing in front of him now.
"Why? So that you can go on believing your parents love you and want you? The only person that loved you is dead because of your mother. I bet he screamed in the flames as they paid Ser Qarl to push him in."
The band holding her anger in place snapped and she balled her fist, punching him right across his cheek. Aemond's head whipped to look at her as his cheek burned bright red from the impact.
