The Dragon's Legacy

Chapter Eighty-Eight

Sun was bright as it could possibly be at the height of its place in the sky, shining her light upon the domain of Daemion Targaryen, Prince of Dragonstone.

Nearly eleven years had passed since the dark days that had surrounded Dragonstone and thankfully, since Androw Farman, Dragonstone had not knowing nothing but peace. Even when word had reached Franklyn Farman of the news of his brother's death, he had refused to acknowledge him.

"I've no brother. Better a meal for a dragon than breathing." Franklyn Farman had written in his letter and thus all memories of Androw, apart from the dark days he had casted, had faded away.

In the training yard by the beach of Dragonstone, Daemion watched as his son and daughter sparred with one another as Rhaena stood by his side, smiling.

As Vallar Targaryen dulled with his older twin, Visenya Targaryen.

At fourteen, nearing fifteen, Visenya had grown into her namesake. A tall harsh beauty, stern and serious but undeniably a great beauty, just as her father's grandmother, Queen Visenya the Conqueror was. As if Visenya the Conqueror herself was reborn. She was six feet tall, taller than her own mother but shorter than her Father and Brother. She kept her pale silver hair at neck length and always brushed, with plump heart-shaped lips much like her father, Daemion, himself and her deep violet eyes that cut like Dark Sister, much like Queen Visenya before her.

Visenya's stern and harsh beauty sent lesser men away, which was all men, for they feared her. What those men did not understand was that Visenya, just like her namesake, was a dragon. Men called her a statue for her stoicism. She was not petite or helpless and that frightened them, for she was the fiercest of Daemion and Rhaena Targaryen's children.

But Visenya's own twin, Valarr, was not most men.

Where lesser men ran from Visenya, Valarr rushed to her side. Where the lads feared her, he had found something within her that had made him her closest confidant, fascinated with her as if he were her shadow, just as they were children.

By fourteen, Valarr had grown tall barely shying away from six and two inches, nearly the same height as his father, broad-shouldered, lean and handsome, with a strong jaw and high cheekbones. He kept his gold-silver hair short. Charismatic but yet a fine lad. They were days, that Daemion could see his father when Valarr frowned bitterly, which was not a lot, for Vallar fancied smiles just as his mother's father, his Grandfather Aenys... and perhaps like his father's father, If only Maegor had smiled more.

The fondness between the twins had not lessened through the years, it appeared to only make the brother and sister all the more closer.

The twins clashed their swords as they took the eyes of every soul in the training yard as Sly spectated.

As their swords clashed once more in contest of strength, Vallar nearly overpowered his older twin as he smirked. "Perhaps you wish to yield, Visenya." said Vallar as he put more force in his toned arms.

Suddenly Visenya pulled back, much like the move Ser Gawen had taught Daemion thirty years ago, and with one strike from her right, she pulled herself and sword back from Valarr and with one strike to his head, bruised Valarr's cheekbone and with her shoulder knocked him down and quickly put one feet on his broad chest, pinning him down.

Daemion himself from atop of their balcony clapped his hands calmly as did his wife and love, Lady Rhaena as both of them watched their twin prodigies.

"Well struck, Visenya. Well struck." Daemion said as he smiled as at his daughter.

"Bloody fine work, Princess." Sly said as he ran his thick finger in his dyed orange mustache that he need to dye more than ever to cover the greying hair.