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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IF SOMEONE had told the bastard princess that Otto Hightower would be dining with her family, she would have never shown up. Otto has had a vendetta against the bastard girl since she was first drug before her uncle. Viserra was sure that Otto was the cause for Alicent's initial dislike of her. He has always had some sort of influence on his daughter. At least it was her and not the king. Speaking of the king, he was the reason she decided to stay. Though she was named after her father's aunt, it could not be denied how similar her name is to the king's. To her, it helped her feel a stronger connection to the man. Because of this, it only made his current state all the more painful to see.
Viserys looked around the table, at the younger princesses and princes. "How good it is..." He struggled to breathe in his deteriorating state. "To see you all tonight..." His eye found Viserra, sat directly across from him. She looked so much like a young Rhaenyra. "Together."
Alicent offered a prayer. Viserra watched those around her who clasped their hands, or lowered their heads. She had never believed much in prayer. Prayer hadn't saved her mother from Harlik's beatings, no matter which of the seven she had prayed to. "This is an occasion for celebration, it seems." Viserys looked from Jace, to Luke. "My grandsons, Jace and Luke," he then looked from Rhaena, to Baela. "Will marry their cousins Baela and Rhaena," the two couples smiled at one another. Viserra also smiled, finding joy in the happiness of her half-sisters. "Further strengthening the bond between our houses. A toast to the young Princes... and their betrothed."
"Hear, hear!" Daemon cheered as the family rose their chalices.
Aegon lent across Viserra, catching Jace's attention. "Well done, Jace. You'll finally get to lie with a woman."
"Aegon." Viserra hissed in warning. The prince gave her a mischievous smile, straightening his posture and downing the remainder of his wine. The girl could only roll her violet eyes in response.
"Let us toast as well Prince Lucerys..." Viserys attempted a half smile; it only lasting but a second. "The future Lord of the Tides."
Aegon turned to Viserra, his arm draping over the back of her chair, leaning in close to her ear. "You do know how the act is done, I assume? At least in principle? Where the cock is put and all that." Viserra choked on her wine in surprise, only fueling Aegon's childish behavior. He lent back into his chair, his eyes on the pink tint rising to her cheeks. Aemond watched their interaction, too far to hear what his brother was saying to their cousin.
Across the table, the king stood, shaky on his feet. It saddened Viserra. He had always been so strong, which she greatly admired, but all that strength was now gone, leaving behind a weak shell. "It both gladdens my heart and fills me with sorrow to see these faces around the table. The faces most dear to me in all the world... yet grown so distant from each other... in the years past." His pale hand rose to the golden mask that covered half his face. He pulled at the buckle, the strap slipping free.
