𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 ★ the house of the dragon.

chapter ten, the troublesome princess and her demon cub.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒
- THE TROUBLESOME PRINCESS
AND HER DEMON CUB. -

SIX MONTHS LATER

Little time had passed since the passing of Visenya's three kin, and in some way - the Princess managed to recover. She out grew her grief and sorrow, but that didn't mean the brief and horrid images of her mother's death, her brother's birth and that of her own daughter, did not visit her in her dreams at night.

Repeatedly.

Though over the time which had flown by, Visenya grew even more closer to the Lannister Bastard and child, Tylin, if it were possible.

He was good company and a great distraction.

And despite the boy sharing the same temper like herself in many certain ways - Tylin's kindness would often remind her of Aemma.

Her mother was too kind for her own good.

Visenya could only hope that Tylin will share his kindness quite wisely.

In the entirety of the six months which followed her father naming Rhaenyra his heir, Visenya somewhat socialized with a few people in court.

She had spoken to Josiah Martell most out of all, as well as her cousin's - Rhaenys and Corlys. Which included their two children, Laenor and Laena.

Her time spent with Tylin however, became a norm for Visenya. She began treating this particular boy as a surrogate son that didn't belong to her, but she still cared for him. Deeply.

Sometimes, she even wanted to mother Tylin like he was her own flesh and blood, and her own son who came from her womb.

He was a lot like her in multiple aspects too.

Even several unimportant Ladies who formally resided on Casterly Rock knew this fact, and had once admitted it to Visenya in a quiet and private moment between the group.

She would offer Tylin basic teachings; like how to fight with a wooden sword as Aerion had been teaching her as of late, and how to dance - whenever she got the chance to.

He wasn't as agile or graceful as her, but he knew how to make her laugh. She couldn't help but find the little things, like him stumbling around in the wooden sword duels, or him giggling nervously while dancing with her, adorable and heart consuming.

And that made her love the small boy even more. Because he definitely wasn't perfect, but there was potential for him to be better.

But her most important lessons were about manners and etiquette.

She taught the boy how to sit properly at a table, and how to speak to someone without being too rude or disrespectful. All the things which Tylin would have to know and use in the future.

She didn't want the boy to be teased or made fun of for being an awkward and poorly mannered bastard.

And if he was to become a courtier and a political person, he'd have to learn it anyway.

Another thing she had taught him was how to dress properly. His clothes were too small, his pants would only reach his knees. He had a shirt that was filled with holes, and it would be covered up by an equally ragged and torn vest. His head was covered by an old hat which looked more like the one he picked up from the gutter than anything else. Visenya wanted to fix that, and she eventually did throughout time.