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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An excerpt from The Dance of the Dragons, a True Telling by Grand Maester Munkun
'When Princess Visenya birthed the passed Princess Elaena, it was said her screams reached the most outer sections of the city but nothing compared to the roars that came from her mount, Grey Ghost. The dragon was seen flying above the castle, crying out in pain with his bonded rider, a reminder, and proof of the sacred bond between rider and dragon. The same could not be said for the Prince Aemond and his dragon, Vhagar. Whereas Vhagar seemed unbothered, Prince Aemond was drowning in grief.'
"Visenya, please sit down."
"I'm fine, Aemond. I'm feeling better, it is fine."
"Visenya, you are supposed to be in bed. You can't ... hurt yourself. Please," He pleaded. "Not you."
"I don't need a fucking father, Aemond. She's dead, okay? So relax on the parenting," She snapped, closing her eyes. She knew it was hurtful considering he was taking it just as bad if not worse than her. He had been reserved and lonely these last three weeks, training until the sun had set.
And his new favorite way to cope was watching Visenya's every move.
"You know that by now word is close to Dragonstone about your new status. When Daemon hears about you exposing their affairs, he won't care about your health." He said, changing the subject.
"I'm fine, Aemond."
Aemond scoffed. "You've been so quiet and rushed these last three weeks. You're retreating back into old habits and you're trying to handle this by yourself. I just wish you would stop being so fucking stubborn because you don't have to handle this alone. I ... it's not the same, I know."
"You lost her too," Visenya whispered and turned to look at him. "Stop downplaying your grief just because you think mine is worse. You loved her more than I did, I fear. And you are handling it worse than I! You haven't attended the family dinners even when I tell you to, you don't do anything besides train and take your anger out on the closest prop."
Aemond shook his head. He clearly didn't want to talk about his own feelings and he grabbed a cup of plain tea, stirring some mint leaves into the liquid. He stirred it for a set amount of time, clearly following the steps that a maid told him. He noticed her watching in confusion. "It's some sort of mint and chamomile tea. Normally it is already mixed but the ladies were busy with something else. It's the tea they told me worked best for pain."
Visenya sighed. "I don't know if you blame yourself but it's not your fault the tea didn't work."
"Turns out it is."
Visenya tilted her head. "What?"
"Do you recall how I told you I got drunk on our wedding night and ordered to have moon tea brewed for you?" Aemond asked.
