16. The Children of Black

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"Are you saying the boy is

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"Are you saying the boy is

not from my father?"

Dragonstone

As far as long as Visenys can remember, that place keep so many memories. Good and bad. And yet she can't seems to unshake the things she got to hear when she was in the limbo when she just had her daughter.

You cannot change anything. Even if you do, the destination will be always the same.

Visenys walked inside the stone of the castle. She can hear Thernyx roar alongside Syrax, Vhagar, Meleys, Seasmoke. They all were in the same place beneath the cave of the volacano Dragonstone had for thousands of years.

Harwin was holding little Vaella on his big strong arms. Meanwhile Maekar and Maelor were with Visenys. The boys were older then. But still like being near their mother.

"Mother, will we stay here?" Maekar asked. The boy was taller than Maelor. He was curious, brave, ambitious. His dragon Nightfrye was merely a hatchling but their bond were close. Meanwhile Maelor was the one have Visenys's wit, taking like of history, and great at archering. Just like Visenys.

The boys were the age of seven. "We will for a night, at least my boys. We will visit your cousins, wouldn't that be fun?" Visenys said gently as they walked to the room where they keep the painted table of Westeros.

The boys were excited. Visenys on the other hand was pretty nervous. She looked upon Sir Harwin. She had shared her worry. About the kids. After all Baela and Rhaena were their half sisters. And also facing Laena after.. the whole thing. Daemon. Everyone. Even Rhaenyra.

It was like a reunion she never wanted yet she need to be there. To fix things. To strengthen the family bond. To support each other.

"You came." Rhaenyra was the first one to greet Visenys and Harwin.

"Of course. Is that.." Visenys said and looking at the baby Rhaenyra held. "Yes. Meet your nephew. Jacaerys Velaryon." She said proud. The boy was born with pale golden hair. But the eyes were blue. Just like Laenor's.

"Is he healthy? Was the labour?" Visenys said. She wasn't there. Which again. Makes her feel guilty.

"It went quite long. But I am glad Laenor was there all the steps of the way. And Jace is healthy as goat, that was what the wet nurse told us." Rhaenyra said. She laugh. Visenys never.. seen Rhaenyra being this happy since.. before.. Queen Aemma's death.

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