𖤓 - THE PACT OF SUN & FIRE
❝ United by 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, bound by 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲, they forge the Pact of Sun & Fire ❞
𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍, much like her namesake, a wild child. The youngest surviving daughter of Queen Aemma Arryn & Vis...
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" The Sacrifice "
── ⋅ ⋅ ── 𖤓 ── ⋅ ⋅ ──
THE little dragon princess held up her dress as she dashed through the halls of the Red Keep, her breaths heavy, followed by loud sobs as she cried out for her mother. "Mother! Mother!" Her shouts echoing through the entire palace, as if a dragon had stormed the place.
Sooner rather than later, Viserra reached where her mother lay, battling the pains of childbirth. Agony and horror filled the air as her screams bounced from wall to wall. Upon hearing the terror coming from her mother, Viserra's own shouts came to a halt. She pushed past the servants into her mother's chambers, where maesters huddled around her.
"Mother!" The young princess shouted, hurrying over to her mother's side, falling to her knees as she grabbed hold of her hand. Viserra looked to the maesters, tears running down her cheeks, her expression turning from one of sadness to one of anger.
"What are you doing standing there? Help her, can't you see her pain l? Her suffering!" She yelled out, her voice trembling with emotion.
The two maesters exchanged glances before one stepped forward, letting out a sigh. "Your Highness, your brother is in breech position. We have attempted various methods to turn the baby, but the prince seems determined to resist," explained the maester.
Viserra scoffed, turning back to face her mother with a faint smile. "Mother, can you hear me? Are you listening?" Asked the princess, noticing that her mother's wails had slowed since her arrival.
The Queen turned her head, looking over at her youngest daughter with a smile of relief. "Viserra, my daughter, my little dragon!" Exclaimed Aemma through her own heavy breaths.
Viserra nodded her head, laying a kiss on her mother's hand. "Yes, it is me, mother. I have come from the tournament to greet our little prince. I have just received some wonderful news: I am to be wed," said the princess, her tone seemingly cheerful, masking the anger and sadness she had felt moments before seeing her mother in a state twice as worse as her own.
Aemma's smile seemed to widen. "Your father has sat you down and told you? I know it is hard to hear, my dear, even when I h-heard, I was troubled but—" The Queen's words were suddenly cut off by a sharp scream that erupted from her lips.
As her mother screams filled the room once more, Viserra snapped her head over at the maesters. "Go call for the King!" she commanded, but the maesters stayed put in their places, as if their feet were glued to the floor. "Fucking go!" she shouted out once more, her anger towards the men reaching its limit.
The men exchanged glances before one of them nodded and hurriedly left the room to inform the King of the Queen's difficulties in labor.
Viserra turned back to face her mother, who had ceased her shouts of horror, looking back at her youngest child with tears spilling from her eyes.
