The 25th name-day of Princess Visenyra was a huge celebration. The common folk cheered as food was sent to them and the Princess herself visited the orphanages and schools she had put in place for the younger children. Her sister walked beside her as they served food to the homeless and weak and brought in healers to help the women in the brothels. This was the first nobles with such love, and care for the people were incredibly rare. Normally they only helped them if they wanted something in return.
When the princesses returned to the keep their husbands greeted them with large smiles and Rhaenyra gave Mekar a knowing look before turning to her sister "Your husband helped me hide this secret well." Visenyra watched in shock as Rhaenyra's lady-in-waiting handed her a baby wrapped in red "Sister, I would like you to meet your niece Visenyra Targaryen" The tears that appeared in her eyes were clear as she held her niece.
"She is beautiful" was all Visenyra could say as the babe babbled and tightly held her finger. Viserys watched the scene with a bright smile before walking over "Now that your sister has presented you with her gift why don't you all go get ready for the feast." The princesses bowed and left to follow their father's instructions. Visenyra knew what would be happening today, so she calmly left for her quarters.
She could not wait to see Alicent's face. Her maids helped their mistress into her bath and gently scrubbed her skin while the others gathered her oils and balms to be used. Her white hair was carefully cared for as the princess leaned her head back and smirked. "The red and black dress with the gold panelling was a gift from my mother I shall wear it today".
The maids bowed and quickly found the gown, Visenyra stepped out of the bath and dried herself as the women organised her dress and jewellery. Her oils were sent from Qarth a gift from their Queen. Oh, how she missed Vashti and her sarcastic quips the girl had risen to become the independent Queen of Qarth. Her husband Aemithor Targaryen the great-grandson of Rhaena Targaryen was of bastard birth but was a Targaryen regardless. How Visenyra had managed to find him no one knew. The man was a dragon rider with Daemon's sense of humour, and no one could deny his ancestry when he bonded to a dragon.
Visenyra missed the duo but smiled at their gifts, as she was oiled and dressed her eyes landed on the tiara in front of her and she placed it on her head. She wore the crown of her ancestor Rhaenys Targaryen the gown made by Aemma Targaryen. Looking at her maids she smiled and walked out of the room.Princess Visenyra Targaryen at her 25 name-day celebration.
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The Targaryen Queen
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