Visenya Targaryen knew many things to be true. She was Harwin Strong's daughter. She was a Targaryen Princess regardless. And she was not going to marry for love.
With a war looming, Rhaenyra Targaryen must do everything in her power to strengthen h...
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Buckle up its a long one <3
The weather conditions worsened after White Harbour and Visenya and Ghost were accosted by a mist-like rain that seemed harmless but was ice cold and soaked them both on their journey. But the Little Sister was small and uninhabited therefore landing inconspicuously was easy, especially when she saw Syrax and unfortuantely Caraxes. Daemon had come too.
She should have expected it. She had hoped maybe Jace would come with his mother but when she landed on the beaches below the cliffs, Daemon and Rhaenyra were just visible taking shelter between two of the cliff edges which narrowed at the top for shelter.
"My sweet girl" Rhaenyra sighed in relief, getting her hands on her daughter for what felt like the first in years although it had only been a few months.
"Your Grace" Visenya remembered, dipping into a curtesy before her mother.
The last time they had been together she had not been crowned Queen. Things were different now and Visenya had to act accordingly.
"Come here" Rhaenyra said, immediately relieved at how well Visenya looked even if she looked so different from when she saw her last.
Visenya's feet took her straight into her mother's arms.
"Mother" Visenya sighed in equal relief.
She had forgotten what her mother smelled like, what the touch of her family felt like. Visenya was not a stranger to physical touch, not since Cregan and she had grown more intimate but the softness of family she had missed. The smell of her mother, the soft strokes she smoothed her hair with and the way she smiled when she saw her.
"I'm so sorry about the babe" Visenya sympathised, knowing her mother loved all of her children so much that losing one was almost unbearable.
She felt it when her mother held her. While she had grown used to feeling her mother's round and swollen stomach between them, now there was nothing.
Her mother's eyes twitched almost instictively. By all accounts, Alysanne should still be in her mother's womb. But she was gone, burnt to ashes by Syrax and scattered to the wind off Dragonstone.
"Your sister was not ready for this world..." Rhaenyra stated, her hand moving to the ghost of her stomach as if to feel it empty and flat.
Daemon didn't reach out for her, Visenya had not expected him to. He regarded her, watching her coldly with narrowed eyes and a tilted head as he leaned back against the cliff wall. He stared at her, his eyes catching on her cloak and her hair, seeing just how Northern she looked now.
"Daemon" Visenya nodded, glad to see anyone who she could call family after so many moons.
"Your lord-husband writes that the North prepares for Winter and for War."
