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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Visenya looked in her mirror and grazed her fingers over the bruising on her neck. It hadn't done much lightening in the last two days but she also refused to see anyone, even Alicent. Only Brella and one other person had been allowed in her chambers.
"My mother might at least be able to think of a way to cover it," Aemond said, handing her a cup of hot tea. He hadn't been overly friendly but it was enough to put her at ease. It probably helped that she hadn't talked much so she was less annoying. Daemon had gripped her throat hard enough to make her voice scratchy and make speaking painful.
She shrugged and drank the tea, looking at her feet. At least the cuts were healing nicely.
"I am sure we can have him thrown from the wedding if you ask. Your dragon may be puny but he could eat Daemon in one swallow."
Despite's Aemond's many comments about Grey Ghost, he had never called the dragon worthless. Aemond was smart enough to know that no dragon was worthless, no matter their size. She couldn't believe she was pointing out how Aemond was smarter than Daemon.
"You don't have to be here. I don't need pity," She whispered.
"Since when have I ever done anything out of pity, Visenya?" He asked.
"No, but everything you do has an anterior motive," She mumbled and rolled her eyes.
Aemond stood in front of her. "Shut up for one minute of your life and listen to me. You don't have to take this. My mother thinks that Aegon should be king because he is the elder son and has the name of the conqueror. But Visenya was his older sister, Aegon married her to secure his claim and married Rhaenys for love. You can use that, Visenya. Aegon doesn't want to be king, but maybe ..."
"Are you ... suggesting I usurp my mother's throne?" Visenya's voice cracked with the question.
"Do you really want to see your mother be queen? I know you feel like despite your hate, you owe her. Visenya, you owe her nothing."
She swallowed thickly and looked down at her hands. Why was she so hesitant on this matter? Rhaenyra had done nothing but sit by and watch her husband hurt her two days prior and didn't once come to check up on her. A year ago she might of but her mother was only receding in her care.
But she was still her mother and Visenya was holding on to a relationship that didn't exist. The only woman that had acted motherly was Alicent, something Visenya was still rejecting. All Visenya had to do was show Alicent her neck and she would stop at nothing to protect her. So it was all a choice. And she had the power to make a significant one with just one action.
"You know if my mother comes in here you will be under our protection," Aemond added.
"I would rather die than put my life in Cole's hands," She scoffed.
"He's overzealous in his devotion to my mother, I will give him that. But you also haven't heard the story of how that happened and if I tell you, you did not hear it from me. I'm not even supposed to know."
