The Death of War

Chapter 42

Aemond and Visenya talk and she mades a discovery about her uncle. Rhaenyra is annoyed with Daemon and makes a comparison he doesn't like. I hope you guys like it 🥰

Visenya liked Harrenhal, she had been there a few times and always enjoyed it. When she had made the decision to go to the Riverlands she had not been thinking clearly, all she could think about was talking to her uncle. She knew he would understand her fears and make her feel better. Her uncle was someone who always made her feel better and someone she could tell her fears to. She had missed him and wanted nothing more than to be with him. She had missed their late night talks, walking in the gardens with him, dragon riding with him, or all the other silly things they used to do. When her mother had told her she was the heir he had been the first person she thought of. She had wanted to tell him before anyone else knew, she wanted to ask his opinion. She wanted to ask him what he thought about her getting married and having children.

Visenya had grown up knowing that her uncle was one of the most important people in her life. He had always felt like a part of her, like one of her arms or her legs, but even more important. She could not imagine her life without him in it. Once she had arrived her aunt had immediately taken her inside so she could see her nieces and nephews. She also saw her brother and spoke to him for a few minutes, he had been excited that she was there. Afterward, Aemond took her out for a walk, they had been walking along the lake for thirty minutes when she finally decided to talk to him.

"Viserys met a woman in Essos, he wants to wed her." Her uncle gave her an amused smile. "He also wants to stay there."

"What do you mean?" Aemond frowned. "He cannot stay in Essos, not if he wants to be king."

"That is the thing, he does not want to be king." Visenya stopped walking, making Aemond stop also. "My mother has made me heir, I am to be queen after her. She will announce it soon."

"You will be an excellent queen." He moved until he was standing in front of her. He looked at her for a moment before frowning. "Are you not happy? Most people in your position would be ecstatic."

"It is not about being queen one day, is more about the now." He gave her a questioning look. "Once my mother informs the small council and the rest of Westeros that I am now the heir you know my marriage will become the most important thing. My mother says that I do have to worry about it for a couple more years, but what will happen when the lords start pressuring her?"

"Visenya, you do not have to wed anyone you do not wish." He took her hands in his. "You will be queen and you will wed a man you love and who loves you."

"I cannot imagine marrying just anyone." Visenya looked into his eye for a moment and decided to tell him the truth. "You are the only man I have ever thought of that way."

Aemond sucked in a breath and she noticed the way his hands tensed on hers. For a moment he looked ready to run like he was not sure what to do. Visenya had known for a long time that her feelings for him were not what a normal niece felt for her uncle. She had been attracted to him since she was three and ten. She had not wanted him to know, thinking he would not feel the same way.

"Visenya," Aemond swallowed, but would not look her in the eye. "You are so very young, you still have a few years before you have to worry about marriage."

"Are you saying you want me to wed someone else?"

"No, that is not what I am saying." She could tell that he did not like the idea of her being with anyone else, but for some reason, he was holding himself back. "I just think you are still too young to be thinking about marrying someone."