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

The Shadow of Vhagar

The sky over Driftmark was a gloomy gray, as if the heavens themselves mourned the passing of Laena Velaryon. The sea was restless, waves crashing against the cliffs below, a solemn backdrop to the funeral taking place. The entire royal family had gathered, draped in the black of mourning, their faces solemn as they watched Laena's body being prepared for its final journey to the sea.

Visenya stood next to Rhaenyra, her hand clutching her sister's, offering silent support. The weight of grief hung heavy in the air, but beneath it was something darker—tension, like a storm waiting to break. The Blacks and the Greens stood apart, a rift that had been growing deeper with each passing day. Visenya felt it in her bones, an unease that settled in her chest like a stone.

As Laena's body was lowered into the sea, Visenya's gaze drifted across the crowd. She spotted Aemond standing apart from his family, his eyes fixed on something beyond the horizon. She followed his gaze and saw Vhagar, the ancient dragon, perched on a cliff overlooking the sea. The largest and oldest of the Targaryen dragons, Vhagar had been Laena's dragon, and now she was riderless, a prize for whoever was bold enough to claim her.

Visenya's heart skipped a beat. She knew Aemond had always longed for a dragon of his own, ever since his egg had failed to hatch. And now, with Vhagar unclaimed, she could see the determination in his eyes. He was going to try.

As the funeral came to an end, Visenya watched as Aemond slipped away, heading toward the cliffs where Vhagar rested. She felt a pang of worry. Claiming a dragon was dangerous, especially one as fierce and wild as Vhagar. But she knew Aemond would not be dissuaded.

Later that night, the silence of Driftmark was shattered by the thunderous roar of a dragon. Visenya jolted awake, her heart pounding. She knew that sound—it was Vhagar. She threw on a cloak and hurried out of her chambers, her feet carrying her toward the cliffs.

As she reached the Dragonmont, she saw Aemond atop Vhagar, the massive dragon's wings beating against the night sky as they took to the air. Her breath caught in her throat. He had done it. Aemond had claimed Vhagar.

But as the dragon soared away, she heard something else—shouts and cries of alarm. She turned to see Rhaena and Baela rushing toward the cliffs, their faces twisted in anger and fear. Behind them were Jace and Luke, their expressions just as determined.

Visenya's heart sank. She knew what was coming. The children had all heard the stories of how their mother had claimed Vhagar, and now, seeing her in the hands of Aemond, their grief and anger would not be contained.

She followed them into the darkness, her heart pounding with dread. She found them in the courtyard, a chaotic scene unfolding before her eyes. Rhaena and Baela were screaming at Aemond, accusing him of stealing their mother's dragon. Jace and Luke stood beside them, their fists clenched, ready to defend their cousins.

Aemond stood his ground, his face a mask of defiance. "Vhagar was riderless," he spat, his voice cold. "She was mine to claim."

Rhaena lunged at him, but Aemond pushed her back, and chaos erupted. The children were upon each other in a flurry of fists and fury. Visenya rushed forward, trying to separate them, but in the frenzy, she felt a sharp pain slice through her arm. She gasped, looking down to see blood staining her sleeve, a deep gash running down her forearm.

"Enough!" she screamed, forcing herself between the combatants. But it was too late. In the confusion, Luke had picked up a discarded dagger and swung it at Aemond, slicing him across the face. Aemond howled in pain, clutching his eye as blood poured through his fingers.

The sight of Aemond's injury brought everything to a standstill. The children stared at each other in horror, the gravity of what had happened sinking in. Visenya's heart raced, her mind reeling. This was not just a childish squabble—this was something far more dangerous.

As the sounds of the commotion reached the adults, guards rushed in, pulling the children apart and ushering them back into the keep. Visenya could barely keep up as they were dragged into the throne room, where the Blacks and Greens converged in a storm of accusations and recriminations.

The scene in the throne room was one of utter chaos. Alicent stood over Aemond, her face twisted in grief and rage as she demanded justice. Rhaenyra stood opposite her, a cold fury in her eyes as she defended her sons. Visenya stood by Rhaenyra's side, clutching her injured arm, her mind spinning with the weight of what had happened.

Alicent's voice rang out, filled with venom. "This was no accident. This was an attack. An eye for an eye!"

Rhaenyra's gaze was icy as she responded. "They were defending their mother's memory."

But Alicent would not be placated. In a sudden, furious motion, she snatched Visenya's father's dagger from Viserys's belt and lunged at Rhaenyra. Visenya barely had time to react, her body moving on instinct as she threw herself between them.

But she was too late. The blade sliced through the air, catching Rhaenyra's arm in the same spot where Visenya had been cut earlier. Blood welled up, staining Rhaenyra's dress.

The room fell into a stunned silence as Visenya stared at the blood on her sister's arm, the same place where she had been wounded. The parallel was not lost on her. This was more than just a family quarrel—this was the beginning of something much darker.

"Exhausting, wasn't it? Hiding beneath the cloak of your own righteousness. But now they see you as you are."

Viserys finally intervened, his voice booming through the chamber as he demanded an end to the madness. But the damage was done. The lines had been drawn, the Blacks and the Greens now standing on opposite sides of a chasm that could not be bridged.

As Alicent was pulled away, Visenya turned to Rhaenyra, her heart heavy with the weight of what had just occurred. "I am with you," she whispered, her voice firm. "Always."

Rhaenyra looked at her, a tear slipping down her cheek. "Thank you, sister."

And so, with blood still dripping from her arm, Visenya made her choice. She would stand by Rhaenyra and her children, no matter the cost. The Blacks and Greens were now enemies, and the true division had begun.