Rhaenyra Targaryen's trueborn daughter had finally revealed her allegiance to reclaim her birthright. she won't stop at nothing to restore her throne that was rightfully hers, no matter the cost.
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Aegon ii Targaryen x Oc
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~Cursed~ CHAPTER 2
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Waiting for Aegon at the dragonpit was the most boring thing Visenya could have done. Truth be told, she only came to look at the great Sunfyre, the golden that never failed to impress her.
Visenya had a dragon of her own to fly with, but her girl, Moonfyre, was resting, like the spoiled girl she was. Though the only thing Visenya had to entertain herself with, when Aegon or anyone wasn't there, was her sworn shield, Ser Michael Manderly, a younger knight with dark brown hair, pale blue eyes and pale skin.
As they stood there, Visenya found herself glancing at Aegon's arrival, eager to see him. She had a special bond with him, and their time together was always precious.
Aegon had finally started to land, and by that time, they were already late for their lessons. Visenya turned to Ser Manderly, "I swear, he's more reliable at being late than on time." Ser Manderly chuckled, and Visenya smiled politely, but her attention was already focused on Aegon.
"I think it's because you're too distracted by the scenery," Ser Manderly said with a sly smile, nodding towards Sunfyre. Visenya playfully rolled her eyes, and before she could shoot back a retort, Aegon dismounted Sunfyre with effortless elegance and strode towards them.
Aegon's gaze narrowed, his eyes glinting with amusement. "What's behind that sly smile, my lady?" he mock as Visenya's grin only grew wider. "Oh, I was just admiring how the great Prince of the Realm," she said, her voice heavy with sarcasm, "seems to have a rather... flexible concept of time. Particularly when it comes to arriving on time."
Aegon's eyebrow shot up, "Well played, Visenya," he said with a smile. "I suppose being fashionably late is just part of my charm."
Visenya's lips curved into a smile. "Your charm, indeed," she said, with playful sarcasm. "I'm starting to think it's a family trait." Aegon chuckled and shook his head, his eyes never leaving hers.
Visenya's gaze began to wander, drifting over to the golden dragon that stood nearby. "He'll soon be as large as Syrax," she murmured, Aegon followed her gaze, his eyes roving over Sunfyre's impressive physique. "That's almost large enough to saddle two," he hinted.
Visenya raised an eyebrow, "I believe I am quite content with my own dragon, thank you," she said, teasing him. Aegon laughed and offered his arm, helping Visenya into the carriage.
As the carriage rode on, Visenya's thoughts swirled with unanswered questions. Her emotions were a jumble, but one thing was clear:
