In Fire, Blood and Love

Hāre

Year - 119 AC

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'The Growth'

Three years had passed since Vissera and her family's departure from King's Landing and she'd taken to various hobbies to occupy herself. She'd spend a few hours each day building her strength and speed in hopes to shape herself into a formidable warrior even if only of the age nine. And a skilled fighter she became with the aid of her father who would train her alongside her brother, after one year he was in fact so pleased with her impressive progress that he began teaching her with a steel sword. The God's recieved as many thanks from Laenor for his treasured daughter as there were drops of water in the ocean, he did love her brothers there was no question but there was a deeper connection between him and his Vissera. 

The young Princess also developed a fondess of the arts, the birth of her curiosity transpired in the library of the castle as it was much smaller than the Red Keeps she became quickly acquainted with most books. Among these were works entailing beautiful illustrations of Dragons, nature, the ocean and portraits, with these Vissera succumbed to the beauty and scoured the villages on the island to purchase a few paints and other supplies to dabble in. Over the years her initially poorly executed art became gorgeous with delicate, well placed brush strokes and tasteful colours. Her family were the ever grateful and impressed recipients of her paintings and drawings and once happy with her skills she send her works to Aemond and Helaena along with her letters

She'd also developed an interest in clothing, the fabrics, the cuts after extensive reading and observation of the local villages she was well versed in such aspects but hadn't the opportunity to practice them

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The skies surrounding Dragonstone were dark and lightly storming, perfectly reflecting Vissera's inner turmoil. Despite the newfound hobbies that filled her day there was a deep chasm of emptiness within her, one she would never speak of not even to her mother who she confided everything in. She'd never thought herself so selfish, her family was thriving here with happiness radiating off their being and that should be enough for her but she was helpless to the longing feeling. 

It was always with her even in King's Landing but it was one she shared with Aemond, finding solace in his presence but here no one understood the feeling. Not that she expected them to in fact she was glad her family had dragons born to them

In these moments of weakness she surrendered to her urges, under the cover of darkness shielding her from the eyes of the guards and making her way to the islands caves where wild dragons were rumoured to reside. Vissera on her long journey thought about the first time Aemond had told her about the creatures claiming they each had one waiting for them

Well tonight Vissera would find out, either Aemond was right once again or she'd meet the flames of a dragon, she found solace in the unusual recklessness. Apparently sooner than she expected as she came across the entrance of a pitch black cave, strange she doesn't recall this one was illustrated on any of the maps she studied. Venturing deeper she heard deep growls so strong it seemed they shook the earth, with an abundance of courage she crept closer against the winds from the dragons nostrils pushing her back

Before she could get closer eyelids black as coal parted to reveal beautiful pools of emerald green, The Cannibal he was called. Littered around the cave were skeletons of man but Vissera felt something within her pulling her body to him, she knew they were likely ignorant and wanted to possess him but that was wrong, he was no belonging