THE DRAGON'S DANCE.
chapter two, eldest son against eldest daughter.
[ season one, episode six ]
HELENA'S HANDS ARE GENTLE, MUCH LIKE THE DELICATE TOUCH OF ONE'S OWN MOTHER. The niece and aunt sit together under the weirwood tree in the Godswood. Helaena sits, leaning against the wood. Visenya lays on her side on the grass, her head resting in her aunt's lap.
Helaena's nibble fingers run through Visenya's white hair. Visenya allows her eyes to shut. She can feel Helaena's finger nails scratching against her scalp.
"My father has proclaimed that I shall marry Aegon." Helaena informs her. Visenaya's eyes snap open. She shoots up.
"What?" Visenya's eyes are wide. "You cannot. He is too cruel."
Helaena shakes her head, her white hair falling in her face. She reaches up, tucking it behind her ear.
"I would wed you." Visenya mutters.
"And I you." Helaena mumbles back. "Though, it is not proper for girls to marry."
"It should not matter." Visenya tells her.
"We are of Valryian blood, Visenya. We must marry our kin to keep our bloodline pure. Aegon will be a suitable match for I." Helaena states. Her eyes then meet Visenya's. "Though, if it were different, I would take you as my wife."
Visenya smiles weakly. She repeats Helaena's words, "and I you."
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There is one thing Visenya cannot deny. And that is she cannot stand her uncle. Aegon Targaryen is a vile creature. He is the eldest of them all. He is ten and gour. He is not only the eldest but the meanest.
Visenya has watched for years as he's tormented Aemond and belittled Helaena. She has endured the disgusting remarks he has made to her in the corridors as they passed each other.
Even now in the training yard, he keeps looking over his shoulder at his young niece. She notices the second time he does so. With each glance, she grows more and more uncomfortable.
She wants to replace the wooden sword she wields with a true steel one and take his head.
Visenya is young but she knows that girls don't fight. She should be with Helaena with the Septa but after begging Laenor and Rhaenrya until she was sure their ears would bleed, they agreed for her to train with her brothers and uncles.
Ser Hawrin brought them to the training yard.
Visenya holds the wooden training sword to the beta of her ability. Jace comes to stand beside her. "Did you hear what we gave Aemond?"
She glances over at her twin. "No."
"We have him a pig with wings. The Pink Dread." Jace grins, a laugh bubbling in his throat.
Visenya nudges him. "That's cruel, Jace."
He shrugs. "He has yet to claim dragon."
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