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CHAPTER TEN; NIGHT TIME ACTIVITIES
( the walls by chase atlantic )
( 1.04 )
116 AC
AFTER the war at the Stpestones, Visenya had flown back to King's Landing the next day and her father was extremely annoyed. He stated that for her to go off to help them was an act of disobedience; after that, he punished her by not going to the Dragonpit for a moon. But now, a year later, their relationship had somewhat improved after he was so clearly worried for her wellbeing.
Unfortunately, Daemon was still in exile and hadn't returned to the Red Keep. However, he continued with his rather infrequent letters and each time Visenya would receive one she'd read it over and over.
Despite the fact that it had gotten out Visenya had fought in the war of the Stepstones— which was unseemly for a Princess in the minds of the Lords— she still had hundreds of young men fighting for her hand. She thought it quite funny as her father said she could choose whomever she wished. She chose no one. It was less important to find her a husband than Rhaenyra considering she was the heir but it was still of some importance.
That was why Visenya and Rhaenyra were holding... interviews to find the younger Princess a husband. Visenya lounged on a throne as her indigo eyes surveyed the men in front of her. She was still clad in her riding leathers— as she had taken Meranax on their travels instead of the boat which often made her feel sick— and her legs were thrown over the armrest of the throne in an unladylike manner. In her hand was Morghul, her dagger, twisting it around in the stone armrest, creating an awful grating noise. She was barely listening as a man presented himself to Rhaenyra.
Visenya frowned as she heard him speak of her great-grandmother the good Queen Alysanne. Rhaenyra seemed to catch on to this as well, "Tell me Lord Dondarrion, did you think my great-grandmother as beautiful as they say?"
"This was half a century ago, Princess," replied Lord Dondarrion in slight confusion.
Visenya lifted her dagger in his direction as a snarl crossed her lips, "Precisely." The other Lords sniggered and Rhaenyra smiled at her sister.
"That was unseemly, Princess," informed the man beside her. Visenya turned to look at her cousin, Lord Boremund Baratheon.
"The man is older than our father. It's unseemly for him to put himself forward as a contender for my hand," Rhaenyra responded through gritted teeth.
Visenya looked back at Lord Dondarrion, "You may leave. Next."
The next person was a little boy and Visenya perked up. He was quite cute, younger than Rhaenyra of course, and a bit scrawny. This child could never possibly harm her sister and she liked that. The Princess turned in her seat and rest her head on her hand that was still atop the dragon on Morghul as she looked at him in curiosity.
