The Red Viper and Dragon Princess Edit

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven: 299 AC - Dragonstone

Visenya stood in the Chamber of the Painted Table, looking out the window, waiting for the war council to enter the room. Many things had been discussed among the commanders of her army and the lords and ladies loyal to her over the last few days, this meeting was the final one before they headed for Westeros. She felt extremely proud of her nephew. Jacaerys had never been to Westeros, but had she not known better, she would have thought he had grown up among the nobility of Kings Landing. Roslin had done well to help her, the perfect compliment to each other. Not to mention, Jacaerys listened to his betrothed in a way Aerys and Rhaegar never had their own wives.

Her chest swelled with pride as she thought of her nephew. He would be a good king to the realm, after what Aerys, Rhaegar and Robert had done to Westeros. He cared. Her nephew would turn himself into the next Jaehaerys the Good. In her opinion, Jacaerys was going to be the best king Westeros had ever had, even better than Aegon the First. She just had a feeling in her gut about it. Now she stood at the window, looking out across the Narrow Sea, in the direction of Kings Landing, her home weighing heavily on her mind.

She wondered how her former ladies were doing and about her daughters. She wondered what Oberyn was doing and if he thought of her half as much as she thought of him. Her chest tightened as she thought of the sun of her life. Oberyn Martell was someone she never expected. When Aerys agreed to Rhaegar wedding Elia, she was sure she would be forced to wed their cousin Robert. Aerys hadn't wanted to hand the Iron Throne to a child with blood of the First Men. It was irony because Jacaerys was just like her, born of a northern mother, with blood of the First Men. Not a lower noble house either, but House Stark, the leader of the Time of Heroes, the First of the First Men.

The door opening grabbed her attention from her thoughts, and she turned slightly to see Ser Arthur at the door, "Yes?" she asked, the tone of her voice telling Arthur he could speak plainly.

He gestured behind him, "Lady Baratheon wishes to speak with you," he said softly.

Purple eyes lit up, as the little girl had been sleeping for three days as the dragon blood tore through her body to heal the damage the greyscale had caused her. Ser Davos Seaworth, who had surrendered the moment Visenya seized the keep, had been standing guard over the little girl for that whole time, sleeping on the chair at her bed side. He had told Visenya everything about Stannis and Melisandre after being freed from the dungeon when Stannis had put him when he tried to save Edric Storm and Shireen. Visenya had granted him a pardon and named him guardian to Shireen. It wasn't everyday that a peasant would go against their liege lord to save a child. Just look at that happened to Viserys.

Arthur opened the door to admit three people. Septa Mya, Ser Davor and Shireen. The girl was bouncing on her feet as the door opened and allowed them to enter. While the adults entered and bowed before the Queen Regent, Shireen made a straight beeline for Visenya, "It worked," she cried as she threw her arms around the woman who had saved her. Visenya wrapped her arms around the little girl with a wide smile, happy that the little girl was so pleased. They shared an embrace for a few moments, Shireen's head full of thoughts that her own mother had never embraced her so warmly before.

Moments later, Visenya slowly pushed Shireen away and then looked down at her. Her greyscale that had covered the whole left side of her face was gone, leaving nothing but fair skin flushed with blood. Her eyes slowly drifted up and Visenya noticed the side effect from the dragon blood; Shireen's eyes were now Targaryen purple. Rather than looking like a Baratheon, Shireen now looked like she would be Visenya's daughter. The dragon blood had brought for the Targaryen genes, to overpower the usually strong Baratheon blood, also noting that Shireen's face looked softer, more like Daenerys.