Visenya Targaryen

Chapter Two

Visenya Targaryen- Aged ten

" Please, mother, I promise I'll be safe," I pleaded with her. " No, I refuse to have my daughter parade around with a sword when you know very well how dangerous it is. You see the injuries your brothers come home with.". " Pain is how you learn from mistakes."

Father chuckled at my statement, " Training won't harm her, Alicent. She has the right to choose what she wishes to study.", " I won't have her coming to my chambers with blood on her hands or face because she wasn't ready to swing a sword.". " That's enough nonsense, Alicent. If my daughter wishes to learn to fight, then she will learn.".

" Viserys-" " No, you forget she has the same name as the conquerors' chosen wife. Our ancestor Visenya Targaryen was known to be quite  sharp with her sword. The most skilled Targaryen there ever was." Father smiled." You will do just the same, I will arrange for Sir Harwin to teach you. He is the best swordsman we have.".

" Thank you, Father," I smiled, pulling him in for a hug. " Of course, my girl, you know I will always give you the world Visenya." ," Visenya, continue with your normal lessons as usual for now. I will speak to you later. " Mother gave me that warning look, and I nodded. " Of course, mother." I bowed my head to her before leaving their chambers.

I made my way to my sowing lesson where Heleana was sowing a beatle. " You are late for your lesson again, Princess," the septa sighed. " I was speaking with my parents." ."  Oh you, and that blasted obsession with a sword. Women don't fight in battles or learn how to swing a sword. You are a princess. The only thing you need to learn is how to behave and act like a princess.".

I rolled my eyes and sat beside my sister. " How are you today, Heleana?" " I'm happy, " she smiled. " I've had strange dreams as of late.". " Anything in particular?" She shook her head." Just spools of red, black, and green.". "Princess Visenya, please take out your sowing needles and finish your piece from yesterday.".

After my lessons had finished, I made my way to my favourite balcony. The balcony that was two stories high from the training grounds. I opened the doors to it and leaned against the balcony railing, looking down at my brother's and nephews training below.

" Right on time as always, Princess," Ser Harwin smirked, looking up at me. " Am I that obvious Ser Harwin?", " I believe you are passionate about the sport, Princess.". " I am," I sighed. " Maybe when you -" " Older, I know, I've heard the same statement my whole life.".

Ser Harwin gave me a small smile. " Your mother is only trying to protect you.", " I don't want to be protected. Shouldn't a princess learn some sort of self-defense?" I sighed. " Prehaps, but I never let any stranger past the front door," Harwin chuckled. " Unlike my mother, I want some excitement in my life. I can't stand sitting in a room and gossiping and sowing and eating. It's boring. That is something my grandmother would prefer to do.".

Ser Harwin laughed at my statement. " The King has requested to see me later, do with that information as you will. For now, I must get back to training."  Ser Harwin bowed to me before going back to train my brothers.

I leaned against the balcony and watched how Ser Harwin and Ser Criston taught my brothers and nephews how to move their sword and keep their feet steady.

I couldn't help but giggle when Jacaerys stumbled over. " I do believe you are to stay on your feet, my prince.". Jace looked up at me and smiled. " My dearest apologies, princess, I did not mean to offend you with my two left feet.". I laughed at my older nephew as I always did.

Jacaerys was two years older than me. He was born around the same time as Aemond was. " Visenya." I turned to see my septa." Yes, septa?" I asked." Your presence is requested in the throne room." My eyes narrowed in confusion," as are you, Ser Criston, and Ser Harwin.", " Can't leave the King waiting, your lesson is dismissed." Harwin smiled at the boys before motioning for Criston to follow him.