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

Let There Be Fire & Blood

The roar of dragons echoed over King's Landing as the skies turned a fiery red. Daemon on Caraxes, the Blood Wyrm, and Rhaenyra on Syrax soared above the city, their massive forms casting ominous shadows over the streets below. From their vantage point in the sky, the capital seemed small, almost insignificant, against the backdrop of war that now engulfed it.

With Criston Cole, Aemond Targaryen, and Vhagar away from King's Landing, there was no one left to stand against the might of the Blacks. Corlys Velaryon's ships had sailed into Blackwater Bay, their sails emblazoned with the sigil of House Velaryon, the seahorse. The fleet had cut off the city from the sea, trapping those who would have fled. Grand Maester Orwyle had been arrested before he could dispatch any ravens calling for aid, and the riders carrying messages from the city had been caught at the gates. Daemon's former command of the gold cloaks had proven invaluable, for many still remained loyal to him. The seven captains guarding the gates had been dealt with—arrested or killed by those who served the Blacks, and the city gates were opened for the soldiers arriving with the Velaryon fleet.

It had taken less than a day for King's Landing to fall.

Rhaenyra's heart pounded as she flew above the Red Keep, her mind racing with the knowledge that victory was within her grasp. Soon, the Iron Throne would be hers, the birthright stolen from her by Aegon II returned. Her dragon, Syrax, let out a shrill cry, flames licking from her maw as they descended upon the heart of the capital. Below, the streets were filled with chaos—citizens running, soldiers trying and failing to defend the city. It was a scene of carnage, but Rhaenyra could feel only the satisfaction of retribution.

Daemon circled above her on Caraxes, his face set in a grim smile as they prepared to land near the Red Keep. There, the seat of power awaited them. And with the fall of King's Landing, the Greens would know defeat.

Yet, amid the roar of dragons and the crackling of fire, there was a haunting absence. Visenya—the heart of their family, their hope for the future—was not there.

Far away from the burning streets of King's Landing, Visenya's eyes opened to the quiet sounds of the North. The wind howled outside, and the familiar chill of Winterfell's stone halls surrounded her. She sat up slowly, her hand instinctively moving to her swollen belly, feeling the life inside her. She was growing larger by the day, and the little hatchlings at her feet were growing just as fast, their once tiny forms now the size of house cats.

She wasn't in King's Landing. She wasn't soaring on dragonback with her sister and her uncle, burning away the remnants of Aegon's stolen throne. She was here, in Winterfell, far from the fire and blood. And as she sat there, staring out into the gray skies of the North, her thoughts drifted to that final argument.

**Flashback**It had been the night before Rhaenyra and Daemon planned to leave Dragonstone for King's Landing. The mood had been tense in the war room, the firelight casting long shadows on their faces as they discussed their strategy. Corlys Velaryon had arrived with his fleet, the battle plans were drawn, and everything was in motion.

But when Rhaenyra had turned to Visenya, her words had been heavy with unspoken meaning. "You're not coming with us."

Visenya had blinked, her heart sinking as she looked at her sister. "What do you mean? I've fought beside you before. I've—"

"You're not coming," Rhaenyra repeated, her tone firm, but laced with a softness that made Visenya's throat tighten. "You're going to the North. Back to Cregan. You need to be safe—for the child."

The mention of her unborn child caused a stab of fear to shoot through Visenya. Her hands had instinctively moved to her belly, but she shook her head, refusing to give in to the fear. "I can fight," she insisted. "I'm not helpless. This is my war too."