In a world where power is everything and blood is thicker than water, Visenya must carve out her own path, not just as a Targaryen, but as the dragon she was born to be.
"The Forgotten Visenya" is a tale of love, loss, and the fire that burns withi...
The wind howled outside the stone walls of Dragonstone, a mournful wail that echoed the ache in Visenya's chest. The fire crackled softly, but even the warmth of the flames could not touch the cold grief that had settled deep within her. She sat alone in her chambers, the silence almost suffocating as the weight of loss pressed down on her heart.
Jacaerys. Luke. Rhaenys. Her mother. Her father.
All gone.
The war had taken everything from her. And even in her darkest moments, when she thought she had grown numb to the pain, the grief would crash over her again like waves battering the cliffs.
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Visenya thought back to her father, Viserys. He had never loved her, not in the way he should have. She was a reminder of Aemma's death, a burden he had never wanted to bear. The few memories she had of him were filled with cold glances, harsh words, and a lingering sense of rejection. And yet, despite it all, she mourned him. She mourned the idea of a father who might have loved her, who might have protected her.
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Her mother, Aemma, was a shadow in her mind, a figure she never knew but always longed for. Visenya had been born into blood and death, her first breath coming at the cost of her mother's life. She had grown up hearing stories of Aemma's kindness, her gentle nature, and Visenya had often wondered what it would have been like to have her mother's arms around her, to feel the warmth of her love.
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