☆» All Queen Visaena Hightower wanted, was to protect her children. Being married off at a young age to a man three times her senior changed her. She was a sweet and kind girl in her youth, but every little experience forced her to toughen up. She...
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CELESTRIA, 60 AD (after dragons)
Queen Visaena stood in her young daughter's room, holding her close. The room is adorned with delicate tapestries and intricate dragon-themed decor, reflecting the quiet feeling the room gives. The king had just begun his fourth feast of the week. Lords and ladies traveled far and wide to attend his extravagant party, most getting turned away before they could reach the grand keep. He insisted on having them to celebrate his young wife's pregnancy. It was her third. Only one of her pregnancies went full term. The nurses were all insistent this one would also go full term, and that she would finally bear the king's son, his heir. When she gave birth to their first child he was dejected to find out it was a girl.
Visaena adored her daughter. Maybe because they only had each other, but she was just a sweet little girl. Visaena's mother had died whilst giving birth to her younger brother, who died two days later. Her father, who was the hand of the king, was terrible. He didn't care for Visaena and her daughter's wellbeing, he only cared for the succession of the throne, and that his bloodline would prevail through centuries.
"Your grace, you should rest before the feast. We cannot let any stress harm the babe. Here, let me hold the princess." One of the nurses said to her. But she wasn't listening. She was barely present. She did this a lot. Going into her own mind, hoping to live a better life there. It never worked. She was always brought back to the present somehow.
"No, I am quite able to care for my daughter on my own. You are dismissed." She didn't mean for it to come out so forcefully and rude, but the long nights and days with her lord husband made her become quite defensive to everyone around her, save for a select few. Her daughter, Her good cousin Princess Rhaenys, her sworn guard Ser Criston Cole, and the child she would soon give birth to. If it survived.
Visaena was about to put Eliana down when there were loud insistent knocks on the wooden door.
"Ser Criston?" She spoke, hoping it was just him there. The door swung open revealing him and Princess Rhaenys, who had a cloak covering her head. Rhaenys rushed in, Ser Criston not far behind shutting the creaky door.
"We have to leave. You are not safe here my Queen. Neither of you are." Her guard uttered. The queen turned toward the window, still bouncing her two-year-old daughter in her arms. She realized she must have been in her trance state when she saw the front of the castle in chaos. War. One of the planets must have retaliated to the king's insistent calls of warfare. Thunder roared hitting many outposts of the castle's defenses. Thor.
"Visaena." Rhaenys smiled softly at the girl she cared for so dearly.
"We must leave now, dear girl." She took Eliana from her arms, knowing it would be more efficient. Saena turned around rushing to a drawer. She opened it taking the contents and stuffing them into a bag. Her mother's dagger, and her circlet. Both adorned in green jewels.
The four exited the castle through the dungeons. Rhaenys nor Ser Criston had told Visaena where they were going. But she trusted them both with her and her children's life. Ser Criston kept close to the queen, while Rhaenys kept a tight hold on Eliana as well as leading the way out.
The princess finally stopped before an old ruin beneath the castle. She softly put Eliana on the ground, before flinging her arm in front of her. A purple glow enveloped the ruin creating a portal. First Ser Criston walked through still holding the Queen's arm, then Rhaenys grabbed Eliana's hand pulling her into it safely before closing it. As if they were never there.
