𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒, the house of the dragon.

chapter twenty-three, a promise was a promise after all.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒,
- A PROMISE WAS A PROMISE AFTER ALL -

TWO YEARS LATER.

"Unlike Rhaenys, Aegon the Conqueror couldn't control Visenya. Not like how he had wished, and not like how the people of his court desired." Visenya had whispered to her two month old son, as she stood in the gardens with him in her arms. "She had a son herself, you know?" A smile grew across the Princess' lips, while she allowed herself to dwell on the memory of one of her most famous, late ancestors.

Visenya had spent most of her youth and early adulthood looking up to her namesake. The Lady, the warrior, the Queen Consort, and the wife to her two younger siblings, Aegon I and Rhaenys.

The late Queen Consort was Visenya's inspiration.

Her memory remained in the woman's mind, tainted among the memories of everyone else whom she had once held dear in a certain time and part of her life.

Not ever, will Visenya forget any of them.

"It mayhaps took her longer than ever to become with child, but within time, she managed to bare her husband a gorgeous son. And she named him Maegor." With the pad of her forefinger, Visenya lightly traced a long line down the fat of her son's cheek, causing Rhaegar to coo. "She loved her baby boy, oh so dearly." Visenya whispered with a loving grin.

The Princess brought her true born son close to her chest, and gently nudged her nose against his own. "Just like i love you, my sweet and young Rhaegar."

Rhaegar took childlike wonder in the sensation of his mother's skin against his, even as a babe as small as him. His tiny hands balled into loose fists, and he'd open and close them over and over again, while he was hugged so closely to the woman who bore him.

As he did, his mother made sure to take in the sight of him. Every little detail of how his face looked, his tiny fingers and the noises he'd make. His mother was careful to never miss a single moment of his first days on earth, as she knew they would go by fast, just like they did with his older sister and half-siblings.

Her precious boy, growing and growing with each breath she took in. Rhaegar was more precious than all the jewels on Earth, more valuable than anything else. He was innocent and purely precious. In a world which seemed unfair and cruel at times. A world which had been so unkind to Visenya in times past.

Soon enough, the little Prince reached for his mother's hand, and he'd wrap a tiny finger around her thumb, before inching it closer to his mouth.

Rhaegar would attempt to suck and bite on it.

While her thumb recoiled, Visenya's joyful laughter filled the entirety of the gardens as she lent down to give her boy a kiss on the top of his head. "You truly do have the blood of the Dragon within you, my son."

From a respectful distance, Ser Edmyn watched his Princess and Prince with a discrete smile.

He thought it mad but beautiful, how a child could change a woman and work it's own wonders.

The knight was truly gladdened that Visenya had another child - another to love, to raise, to cherish, to protect, to teach and to present to the entire world. He believed that she deserved all her children and more.