A dragon's throne.

Roberts rebellion

A/N: I've been stuck with writers block for this damn fic for so long, I'm so sorry. Not proof read so may have a few errors

Her brother was dead.

The boy who sung to her in her youth gone.

The warrior that fought for his loved ones.

The lovesick fool who started a war.

The lifeless prince that drifted down along the rivers of the trident.

Rhaegar was dead.

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Jaime watched with a heavy heart as Visenyra held Rhaenys up on her hip, so that the young princess could place a kiss on her father's cremation jar in the royal crypt. Visenyra's younger brother - Viserys - clung to his sister's arm at her side. A hollow look upon his pale, princely face.

His heart ached for his fallen friend, his brother in anything but blood. He should've been at his side, fighting with him at the Trident and ending the rebellion. But the mad king ordered him to stay. And instead he had to watch Rhaegar's family fall apart at the seams.

He had to watch Visenyra's grief consume her.

"I want to go back to Muña." Viserys whispered, tugging on Visenyra's dress sleeve with a frown on his face.

"Muña is with the Maesters, Viserys." The eldest princess kindly whispered, and her brother's frown deepened until she offered a compromise. "Why don't we visit your nephew first? Mother should be free after that."

"...Fine." The little boy replied. Frowning down at the floor as Visenyra turned to Rhaegar's daughter.

"Say goodbye to your Kepa, little Rhaenys." Visenyra murmured, kissing her niece's forehead before lowering her to the ground. Taking her small hand and leading her out of the Crypt and back to her mother. "Little Aegon should be awake now. Let's go visit."

"Can I bring Balerion?" The little princess asked, glancing around for her black tomcat as Visenyra smiled and nodded her head.

Her gaze drifted to jaime, who stood at his station across the room, holding her watery gaze and fighting every single urge to drop his sword and make his way towards her to hold her in his arms.

But he could only follow her from a distance, forever mere steps behind her.

"We will be heading to the Princess Elia's chambers now, Ser Jaime." Visenyra spoke aloud, as Rhaenys gave him a small wave from behind her aunts black skirt. Jaime smiled, offering the young girl a wave in return before bowing his head to Visenyra.

"Of course, your highness." Jaime responded, his cat-like green eyes peaking up at her through the golden curls that tumbled down his brow. The princess smiled, bowing her head slightly before leading Viserys and Rhaenys to her mothers chambers.

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When Jaime snuck into Visenyra's chambers, he found her seated in front of the fireplace, dressed in a loose night dress that hung off her shoulders and bunched around her folded legs.

A dark violet dragon egg sitting in her lap as she stared at an open page in the old Valyrian book - mindlessly twiddling with the Conqueror's dagger between her fingers.

Jaime watched her as she muttered under her breath, her eyelids heavy with the need to sleep. The Lannister frowned, having noticed that since Robert Baratheon's rebellion began and the death of Rhaegar, Visenyra grew thinner by the day.