Sᴏʟᴜs (adjective)
sow-luhs
alone or unaccompanied.
Viserra Targaryen was a bastard. First born child to Daemon Targaryen. Cousin to Rhaenyra. Daughter of a whore. Viserra was born not long after the death of Daemon's first wife, Rhea Royce; jus...
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VISERRA DIDN'T LIKE BOATS. The constant rocking from the waves made her stomach churn. In attempts to distract herself from her nauseous feelings; and her body decided to rid her of her breakfast, the girl searched for Helaena. Hopefully the princess's mumbles had lessened from the night before, or else attempting a conversation with her strange cousin would be useless.
The blonde bastard was in luck, finding Helaena near the center of the boat, where they were hidden from the waves. "Hello, Helaena." Viserra lowered herself to the ground.
"Hello." Helaena greeted her cousin, her eyes focused on the sky. "Aren't they beautiful?" Her fingers fiddled with her sleeve, her violet eyes watching as the dragons above danced in the sky, ridden by her half-sister's family. "Mother wouldn't allow me to ride Dreamfyre."
"She hadn't allowed Aegon to ride Sunfyre either." Viserra noted.
Helaena turned her attention to Viserra. "Why don't you have a dragon?" She asked.
Viserra was taken aback by Helaena's question. Had no one told her? "I wasn't born in the capital." She explained. "They don't have dragons in the North."
Helaena nodded along as her cousin spoke. Before the two could continue, they were interrupted by the familiar voice of Aemond. "We're about to dock." He informed the girls. He reached out a hand for Helaena, to help her stand, then doing the same for Viserra.
Viserra linked her arm with Aemond's, a mischievous look in her eyes as she looked to Helaena. "A girl on each arm, what do you say, cousin?" She rose a brow. "I'm sure it will drive Aegon mad with jealousy." Helaena giggled at the idea, linking arms with Aemond, just as her cousin had.
As expected, once Aegon spotted the two girls on the arms of his younger brother, his face fell and his eyes filled with jealousy. The two girls giggled to themselves. Helaena pecked Aemond's cheek, causing the young boy to flush, only fueling the fire that was Aegon's jealousy.
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WAVES CRASHED against the rocks; Vaemond Velaryon gave his speech in High Valyrian. Viserra could only make out every few words, as she still hadn't fully learnt the language yet. To her right stood Laenor, who seemed to be struggling to keep his composure. To her left stood Aegon, who was bored of the whole thing. As Laenor swayed, battling against his emotions, Viserra carefully rose her hand, taking hold of one of his. This small action brought a single tear to roll down the man's cheek.
