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11

She was walking with Ser Dalton and together they were discussing about Vermithor whom not liking his dragon pit here in King's Landing. As they passed through one of the corridors, Visenya noticed her sister standing on a small table near them and looking down from the floor.

Visenya looked at Ser Dalton with a questioning look, he told her "The Kingsguard must be increased to seven after the death of one of our members. Your sister is currently selecting a knight to become our companion"

She nods and makes his way towards her and her knight, Ser Harrold.

"Rhaenyra, I didn't expect you to do the father role" she says when she reaches her sister.

Rhaenyra sighs and says "Everyone does everything for our father, if you'd seen how he embarrassed me at the meeting of small council, dear god" she grabs the railing angrily. Visenya leans down, surveys the knights, and finally turns her back on them and leans against the railing. "What has happened?" she asks.

"Lord Corlys lost his ships because of some Crabfeeder, he wants to drive him out of the stone steps but father doesn't want anything to do with it, he doesn't want to go to war, I suggested sending us, he has dragon riders after all, he said it's not that easy and Otto Hightower with my father, they immediately sent me here after my proposal, great" she scratched her head and looked sadly at her sister.

Visenya smiled encouragingly at her, shewanted to say something but Rhaenyra immediately asked her "Did you know that Daemon is on the dragonstone?"

The elder sister was surprised by this question, she did not expect it. "How do you know that?""Lord Corlys said that the crown allowed him to do it and no one is doing anything about it, he also has golden cloaks"

Visenya looked at the ground and immediately at Ser Dalton who was standing behind her and heard the whole thing. She still saw support and love in his face.

"I knew about it, Myrtella heard it and told me," she revealed.

"We should proceed princess" Ser Harrold approached them.

Visenya took a step forward and turned to face the knights.

"Ser Desmond Caron, a fine knight, Princess. Step forward Ser Desmond" said Harrold.

"So I'll leave you with this boredom, see you later sister" she whispered, laughing and leaving a bored Rhaenyra there.

After a moment she turned to Ser Dalton as they walked together to her room "I think I should go see Vermithor. He needs to freshen up and I need to clear my head," she said.

Ser Dalton nodded. "Of course, princess."

In the room, she changed into clothes suitable for flying, tied her hair in a braid and left.

When they reached the dragon pit, Vermithor, the great bronze dragon, rose on his massive legs and snorted as if he knew it was time to fly away. Visenya approached him, feeling a mixture of fear and excitement burn in her chest.

"Hi" she said softly, stroking his scales. "I want to show you a place that only Daemon and I know about."

Ser Dalton watched her, but he knew that these moments were sacred to her and that he should not disturb them. "I'll wait here princess." He said before moving to a reasonable distance.

Visenya climbed onto Vermithor's back, holding on tightly and taking a deep breath. "Okay, let's go," she whispered, and the dragon took off into the clouds with a mighty sweep of its wings. 

Vermithor had one problem, as the masters, her father, and indeed everyone called it, he didn't have a saddle. Vermithor was one of the largest dragons that hadn't had a rider in years, which meant that she doesn't even have a saddle, and she's a very stubborn dragon.

The journey on the dragon's back was still difficult for her. Her heart beat faster as she felt the strong wind and saw the land disappear below them. But gradually, as she settled into the rhythm of Vermithor's wings, she began to relax. Her thoughts drifted to Daemon and his dragon Caraxes.

When they landed in a place that was hidden next to the city with a beautiful view, Visenya jumped off the kite and walked around the area. Everything was as she remembered it - calm and quiet. She sat under a tree and let her memories drift away.

"Daemon," she whispered into the wind. "Why are you so complicated?"

She closed her eyes and imagined Daemon hugging her right here in this place a few weeks ago.

His touch was warm and full of hidden passion.

She remembered how nice he was to her, how it all started to seem different to her. Another grace, not just any grace.

"My Elila" repeated what he said that day. His Elila. His.

She was angry. Very. But she still wanted him with her, every second she missed him more and more.