Up in the sky was where Visenya felt at home, she didn't have to worry about anything and her father's court would become a distant memory. It has been said that the personality of dragon riders mirrors their dragon and this was true for Visenya. Vermithor was a confident and strong dragon who had seen war and battle and hence had a tougher exterior. That's why Visenya surprised her father so much when she managed to bond with him.
As Daemon helped her up Caraxes, the dragon screeched and twisted its neck around.
"Don't worry about Caraxes, he's eager to go to battle again" Daemon said. Visenya laughed and thought he really was Daemon's dragon. Daemon had left their family, their kingdom and her for far too long in order to fight in wars with the Seasnake. It made her laugh even more to think that Daemon didn't even realise how similar him and his dragon were.Finally mounted atop Caraxes, with Visenya seated in front of him, Daemon called out "sōvēs" and with that Caraxes flew out of the dragon pit and up into the skies above King's Landing.
Being a royal princess who was expected to behave and stay in the Red Keep, Visenya had barely gone out into the city. There had been one time however when she found one of Maegor's secret passageways near the kitchens and decided to follow it until it lead her out to a tavern in Fleabottom. She enjoyed herself that night, meeting new people and experiencing life as an average peasant, drinking with men she had met and running around feeling free. However as soon as the King found out he forbad her to follow the passageways ever again and had her do more lessons with her septa as punishment. She despised these lessons which were all about how a royal lady should act, she didn't care about that. How was it that the men in her family could do anything they pleased but she couldn't even leave the castle alone?
Visenya stared out at King's Landings, the taverns, the pubs, the brothels. All the places she wanted to go but couldn't because of her status.
The temperature was cool up in the sky but with Daemon pressed up behind her holding onto her waist she felt her cheeks getting hot. She wasn't like this, she was never weak to a man's touch before and Daemon of all people? She knew that Targaryens had been marrying brother and sister for centuries but Visenya had always been his little girl, at least that's what she thought. Daemon had often said when she was younger that Rhaenyra was for Viserys but Visenya was for him.
All of a sudden she felt him shift nearer to her and say in her ear "Look how small the Keep seems from here, Visenya".
"I love it up here, far away from everyone, from father and Rhaenyra and all of the politics" she replied which made Daemon laugh.
"He might not show it but he loves you both equally, Visenya."
"He killed my mother, how could I ever forgive him?" Visenya replied turning around to face Daemon.
Looking her in the eyes he said "What happened to your mother was a tragedy, Visenya"
She felt her eyes beginning to water and turned around. She could not let Daemon see her like this. Suddenly he put his hand on her shoulder and pushed her back gently so he could see her face. He was towering over her and she felt nervous all of a sudden.
"She wouldn't want you to be upset" his hand still on her shoulder he began to rub comforting circles on her back and with his other hand he wiped the tears from under her eye.
"I know, it's just that she was made to produce heirs until it killed her. I will not let the same happen to me" Visenya stated, taking a deep breath.
"Ñuha prūmia my heart, you cannot live a life in fear or you will forsake the best parts of it". Daemon responded looking into Visenya's deep violet eyes.
This left Visenya to ponder her own life, Rhaenyra was to be queen but what about her? Would she be free to choose a husband or would her father choose one for her? She decided to take Daemon's advice and stop worrying, instead she looked out to the sky and wondered what her father would say when he heard of Daemon's return.
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Daemon Targaryen | The Little Sister
RomanceVisenya Targaryen is the younger sister of Rhaenyra, often overlooked by everyone but her uncle Daemon. She is a fierce and cunning girl of four and ten who has been a dragon rider of the Old King's dragon Vermithor since the age of ten.