The Forgotten Visenya (HOTD)(GOT)(Cregan Stark)

The Bonds of Blood

Over the years, the Red Keep had become home to a growing number of Targaryen children. The castle's halls echoed with the laughter and mischief of its young inhabitants, though not all of them shared the same bond. Alicent Hightower had given birth to three children: Aegon, Helaena, and Aemond, all bearing the silver hair and purple eyes that marked them as Targaryens. Yet, for all the similarities in their appearance, the relationships between the children were anything but simple.

Visenya, now in her early teens, had grown into a striking young woman. Her silver hair flowed like silk down her back, but was more often than not found tied in intricate braids, and her pale blue eyes still shimmered with the intensity that had unnerved many since her birth. She had inherited the fierce spirit of her ancestors, a fire that burned bright in everything she did. But that same fire often left her feeling isolated, especially within her own family.

Of Alicent's children, Visenya found herself most drawn to Helaena. Helaena was a strange, ethereal girl who spoke in riddles and seemed to live in a world all her own. Her mind wandered far from the courtly intrigues that consumed those around her, and she often seemed more interested in the natural world—bugs, flowers, and all manner of creatures—than in the games of power that played out in the Red Keep.

Visenya admired Helaena's gentle spirit and often spent time with her, though their conversations were usually one-sided. Helaena would speak in cryptic phrases, her thoughts drifting from one topic to another, while Visenya listened patiently, trying to decipher the meaning behind her sister's words. Though she cared for Helaena, Visenya could not help but feel a distance between them—a barrier she could not cross. Their worlds, though connected by blood, were separate in so many ways.

Then there was Aegon. The eldest son of Alicent and Viserys, Aegon had always seemed a puzzle to Visenya. She had tried, in her early years, to befriend him, to find common ground, but something about him made her uneasy. Perhaps it was the way he carried himself, with an arrogance that belied his youth, or the way his eyes held a coldness that made her shiver. Visenya found herself avoiding Aegon whenever possible, wary of the darkness she sensed in him.

But Aemond—Aemond was different. As the second son, Aemond was often overshadowed by his elder brother, much as Visenya was by Rhaenyra. There was a kinship between them, an unspoken understanding of what it meant to live in the shadow of another. Aemond was quiet and serious, always striving to prove himself, and Visenya saw in him a reflection of her own struggles. Though they rarely spoke of it, the bond between them was strong, forged in the fires of their shared experiences.

Rhaenyra, meanwhile, had become a mother herself. She had given birth to three sons: Jacaerys, Lucerys, and the youngest, Joffrey. Visenya adored her nephews, even though whispers circulated through the court about their true parentage. Unlike her sister and herself, the boys did not have the silver hair and purple or blue eyes of the Targaryens. Instead, they bore the dark brown hair and brown eyes supposedly from their father, Ser Laenor Velaryon—a fact that many found suspicious considering his own fair locks, however his mother had the true Baratheon black hair... so maybe they inherited from her.

Yet Visenya never treated them any differently. To her, they were dragons, just as much as any of the Targaryens who had come before. She would often spend her afternoons playing with them, teaching them to wield wooden swords, or telling them tales of their ancestors. Visenya's love for her nephews was fierce and protective, and she was determined that no one would make them feel less than the true dragons they were.

But even in the midst of this love, tensions simmered beneath the surface. One day, while the children were gathered at the Dragonpit, Aegon, Jace, and Luke decided to play a cruel prank on Aemond. They knew how much Aemond longed for a dragon of his own, how he envied his siblings who had already claimed theirs. Aemond's dragon egg, like Visenya's, had never hatched, and it was a source of deep pain for him.