The Vengeful Ghost

72. Harrenhal's Curses

lil bit of a warning, Visenya is kinda losing her shit


Visenya had a few things she needed to do after killing Daemon.

She probably should have taken a moment to calm down and process what the fuck just happened, but she was working in overdrive. She had a million thoughts swirling through her mind.

At the top of her list were two equally important tasks - kill her mother and find Aemond.

But first, she needed to dispose of this putrid body.

Daemon didn't deserve a Targaryen funeral. To spite him, she would chop him up and dump him in the sea just so that his body could get waterlogged and rot in the water, the pure opposite of fire.

"Visenya!" Laenor yelled, sprinting forward and pulling her into his arms. His eyes were wide, taking in her bloodied appearance. She winced at the embrace , her entire body finally realizing how much pain it was in. She had a broken wrist, a nose that was, once again, broken and probably even a finger. On top of all of that, her stomach felt like death from all the kicks and punches.

And she hadn't realized he cut her neck when the blade was against her skin.

Laenor finally looked down at the body before them and seemed to be at a loss for words.

"I want his head off. I want to send it to my mother in a pretty wooden box. And I'll cut off his cock and shove it down his throat. That wonderful royal cock that got her into all this trouble."

Laenor watched the crazed look in her eyes. "Visenya, you are doing it again."

"What, Father?!" She snapped. "Going mad? I think I've earned it. I have pictured his death in a million ways. Though I always pictured it being Aemond's doing. A dream I once had, actually. Vhagar and Caraxes were tearing one another up, their riders on their backs. I never saw the end, but I believed it would be Aemond the one to kill him, for I believed I was never strong enough to do so myself. There was a moment were I truly believed I was going to die." She spoke, feeling no emotion. She knew the nightmares from this were inevitable. She knew she would wake up, feeling his hands around her throat.

"But I did it," She whispered. "And now I feel nothing because if I allow myself to feel a single drop of anything, I will explode and stop functioning. Because that was one of the most terrifying things I have ever been through. Still, I need to send a message to my mother. Once that is done I will fly for Harrenhal."

"You need to see a maester, Visenya."

"I will let him wrap my wrist so that flying does not fuck it over more, but then I leave. Aemond is in danger, I feel it in my soul."

Laenor grabbed his dagger from his belt and handed it to her. "I will let you do the work, but I will send it for you."

Visenya grabbed the blade and knelt next to the corpse of her father, sinking it into the flesh of his neck. It took longer than she imagined, the bone and flesh tough to cut through.

Cutting his cock off was easier.

Visenya grabbed Daemon's dagger, wrapping it in cloth. An idea - a very stupid one - was forming in her mind. She would need to find a book before leaving for Harrenhal.

Then there was Dark Sister. She held the sword in her hands, staring at the familial blade with respect. Not for its now dead wielder, Daemon, no, this was deeper. Visenya had never touched Dark Sister before, the weight of its legacy was heavy in her arms.

"It should be yours," Laenor spoke. "You should learn how to wield a sword. It's not small but it was made for a woman's touch. Blackfyre is much heavier in comparison, and has a wider blade if I am not mistaken. You should take it with you at least."