129 AC, the twentieth day of the second moon
"Kostilus," Visenya spoke from across the painted table.
"Kostilos," Joffrey repeated.
"No, not lo, lu. It's a u sound. Try again," Visenya encouraged her younger brother.
"Kostilus," Joffrey said again, this time with success.
"Good!" Visenya praised her brother, "and the translation?"
Joffrey thinks for a moment, racking his memory for the translation, "please?"
"Yes!" Visenya cheers.
The maesters were too preoccupied tending to Jacerys and Lucerys High Valyrian learning to help the younger boys. Aegon and Viserys are too young to start learning, yet Joffery seems to be left out of the Targaryen history lessons and the language of Old Valyria.
Visenya could not stand that one of her brothers was left out of these lessons, so when she first returned to Dragonstone almost three years ago, she took it upon herself to teach him. Plus, it kept the wet nurses away for just a few hours during her pregnancy.
"Visenya!"
Visenya turned to see Aemond entering the room, a stoic look on his face. "Joff," Visenya looked to her brother, "leave us."
Quickly, Joffrey left the room of the painted table, leaving Aemond and Visenya alone. "Husband," Visenya addressed Aemond, "what is it?"
Aemond is quiet, instead placing his hands on Visenya's almost flat belly and sighing. After Visenya had recovered from her labours, the couple began to try for a child again, but none seemed to stick–after two years of trying, they had begun to lose all hope.
"A raven flew in this morning," Aemond starts, finally making eye contact.
"News from Driftmark I hope," Visenya said, hopeful.
Lord Corlys Velaryon had been fighting in the Stepstones for six years, and when word of his near demise made it to Dragonstone, Visenya had prayed for the sea snakes' recovery. She knew that Lord Corlys was not her grandsire, not even close, but for the sake of her brothers, she considered him family.
"Unfortunately not," Aemond said, taking Visenya's hands, "Kings Landing."
Visenya scoffed and rolled her eyes. The last time they had heard from anyone inside Kings Landing was when Otto demanded Aemond back to the Red Keep–he declined.
"And what does the cunt want?" She mused.
Aemond chuckled; like father, like daughter. "Not the Hand, my mother," Aemond watched Visenya's body language shift; she stood straighter, cleared her throat and blinked rapidly as if the Queen herself was in the room.
"She has requested I return to Kings Landing for a short visit," Aemond tells her, summarising the letter he had received mer minutes ago.
He knew that his mother did not wish for his return to be a 'short visit', and with the sea snake's health on the decline, he knew what this meant. Lord Corlys never officially named Lucerys the heir to Driftmark, and with the realm believing Luke to be a bastard, his legitimacy was about to be put into question.
"A short visit?" Visenya mused, "with the state of affairs as of late, you and I both know that this would not be a short visit."
"Maybe I want to visit," Aemond queried.
Once the words left his mouth, Visenya withdrew her hands from his, shock and displeasure on her face. "You cannot seriously be thinking about returning to that snake pit, to the people who had our son murdered," she threw back at him.
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DARKSIDE // Aemond Targaryen
Fanfiction- from the deepest desires often comes the deadliest hate Ever since Rhaenyra was named heir, the Greens have been after her, so in order to protect her family she marries her first daughter, Visenya, to one of them but this marriage does not come w...
