Visenya Targaryen

Chapter Eleven

I stood next to my mother, brothers, and sister as the throne room filled with people from court who would be witnesses today. Lord Vaemond and his party stood on one side of the room while Rhaenyra, her children, her husband, and cousin Rhaenys with her granddaughters.

My grandfather announced to the court why we were gathered today and allowed Lord Vaemond to speak first. We all stood and listened to his arguments. Of course, they were insults to Rhaenyra and her children hidden in fancy words.

Aemond leaned into my ear, his breath on my neck. " I will take you again tonight, sister." I couldn't help the small smile on my lips as my heart raced. " Again so soon, brother?", " You know how I feel about you, Visenya, you drive me crazy.". " Tell me what you will do to me.", " Later at dinner." He pulled away with a smirk and stood up straight.

" Thank you, Lord Vaemond," grandfather nodded before turning to Rhaenyra. " Princess Rhaenyra, you may speak on behalf of your son Prince Lucerys.". Rhaenyra stood forward. " I shall start by reminding the court that in this very room almost twenty years ago." Rhaenyra was interrupted by the doors to the throne room opening.

My father standing there hunched over in pain. We all watched in silence as he slowly made his way through the sea of people, stopping to look at Otto. " I will sit the throne today." Grandfather stood from the throne and stood to the other side of the throne next to Criston.

Father struggled to walk up the steps of the throne, his crown falling from his head in the process. My heart stung seeing my father like this. I stepped forward and took my father's arm, a small smile on my face as he looked at my face.

" Let me help you, Father." He nodded slowly, and I struggled trying to carry his weight. " Let me assist you," Daemon spoke, taking my father's arm and helping me to sit him on the throne. We stood back, and I watched as Daemon placed the crown back on Father's head carefully before we stood back beside our families.

" The Driftmark throne has already been settled. Why are we here?" Father asked as he took heavy breaths. " We must settle this once and for all. There must always be a Velaryon sitting on the Driftmark throne." Vaemond spat. " You forgot yourself, Vaemond. You are nothing more than a second son of Driftmark. My grandson is a prince of the realm.".

" You may run your house as you see fit, but I will not let you determine the faith of mine. My house survived the doom and have been through countless battles, and I will not see it ended like this, not by this." Vaemond stopped himself as he turned away from Rhaenyra.

Lord Vaemond then made eye contact with me. " Say it," Daemon whispered. " Her children are bastards!!" Lord Vaemond screamed " And she is a whore.". Everyone in court gasped. " When you married my nephew to your daughter, it was out of respect for our houses bond. You told my brother you wished to finally have our houses become one. But nothing you have promised has come true.".

" What is it you wish for, Lord Vaemond?" Grandfather asked. " I wish to be next Lord of the Tides and rule Driftmark as I should. I want a bride that was promised to us all those years ago, so we may finally have heirs to the Driftmark throne.".

" A bride? What bride could I possibly give you?" Father asked, anger in his words. " I want Princess Visenya as my bride." I rolled my eyes at this man's stupidity. " You think I will just hand over my daughter to you? When you come in here and insult my family." ," This will be your way of making it up to House Velaryon, your grace. A Velaryon on the Driftmark throne, and a Targaryen Princess to fuck and make many many heirs.".

" You dare speak to a princess like that?" Grandfather spat " She is a child" " She is a woman grown. She is to be wed off soon. Why not kill two birds with one stone, your grace?". Lord Vaemond came closer to the throne with a big smile on his face. " Give me Driftmark and Princess Visenya, and all the trouble your daughter has given my house will be forgotten.".