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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" Agreement "
── ⋅ ⋅ ── 𖤓 ── ⋅ ⋅ ──
VISERRA had managed to rest for a few short hours without the waking up in sweats and tears from the terrors that danced in her mind.
The Princess woke up early, allowing her servants to assist in her dressing. She wore a black gown adorned with embroidered dragons and silver lace on her sleeves, her hair cascading down with a small connected braid keeping strands away from her eyes.
In the early morning, Rhaenyra had duties to attend to with the council, which simply involved serving them their drinks. Despite the seemingly mundane task, she considered the role highly important and made every effort to never be late, often leaving Viserra alone.
Rhaenyra was favored by their father, a fact known to many, including Viserra, the second-born Princess. From a young age, Rhaenyra had been appointed cupbearer for the council, leaving Viserra to cling onto their mother. Now, with their mother gone, Viserra found herself alone.
She didn't mind it much, though typically she would. However, being alone had become a pleasure. Instead of being crowded by others who only sought favor with the King and knew little of her, Viserra sought solace with the few remaining people who truly understood her.
In the gardens, Laena and Viserra walked arm-in-arm, followed by Laenor, and Joffrey, Laenor's close companion. The four of them had grown up together; Viserra and Joffery were the troublemakers, always dragging the Velaryon children into danger or, as they called it, 'adventure'.
"And Mother, she stormed in and started yelling at Joffery and Laenor. It was terrible! I was hiding beneath the sheets, but even then, her dragon eyes caught me!" Laena exclaimed.
A slight smile graced Viserra's lips, the first she had managed in days. "I'm sure your mother was furious! Who else besides you three thinks to fill a room with sand!" she chuckled.
Laenor scoffed, "Joffrey does, of course. He won't ever let up until Mother sends us sailing around the Narrow Sea," he said with an eye roll, glancing over at the light brown-haired boy who held a dancing smirk on his face.
Joffrey shrugged his shoulders, hopping over to Viserra's side and entwining his arm under hers. "Princess," he greeted with a grin.
Viserra chuckled softly. "Joff," she greeted back.
"I must ask, who is that dashing man following behind us? He can't keep his eyes away from you, and I have to admit I am quite scared of him," Joffrey asked, peeking over his shoulder to look at Nikolas, who was closely walking behind them.
