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 seas surrounding Dragonstone were eerily calm, as though the waters themselves knew what had transpired on the rocky isle. Far from the chaos of King's Landing, the ancient seat of House Targaryen now played host to a new king—one whose reign had nearly been cut short but was now rekindled by betrayal, blood, and the fire of a dragon.
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Lord Larys Strong had a knack for weaving webs of deceit, and in the smoke and ruin of the capital, he saw his opportunity. Aegon II, King of Westeros, had been on the brink of losing his life and crown. The fall of King's Landing had been swift, brutal, and unforgiving. As Rhaenyra's forces tore through the Red Keep, Larys disguised the defeated king, shrouding him in the garb of a commoner, slipping him through the chaotic streets, through alleys thick with smoke and blood. Every corner of the city seemed to burn with the fires of dragons or tremble with the cries of the dying.
Disguised as nothing more than a lowly peasant, Aegon had escaped to Dragonstone, the ancestral home of his bloodline. But this was no retreat to safety. The walls of Dragonstone, ancient and powerful, would soon be stained with more Targaryen blood.
It was not long before Aegon's presence on Dragonstone was revealed to the one beast he needed most— Sunfyre, his faithful dragon. Sunfyre, though wounded and weathered from the war, had been soaring the skies over the island, as if drawn by some unseen force, searching for his rider. Aegon's heart surged when the golden beast descended upon the rocky plains, its massive wings outstretched, eyes gleaming with the deadly fire that still burned within.
But the reunion was not without consequence. In the skies above Dragonstone, the Grey Ghost—a wild and untamed dragon, had been lurking. Many had whispered it was the Cannibal who had claimed the Grey Ghost's life, but it was Sunfyre who had struck down the feral dragon in an aerial battle of deadly precision. The skies crackled with fire as the two beasts tore at one another, but it was Sunfyre's flames that blinded and scorched the Grey Ghost, sending it plummeting into the waves below. Rider and dragon, united once more, soared over Dragonstone, regaining strength, reclaiming their dominance over the ancient seat of House Targaryen.
Yet it was not the strength of Sunfyre or Aegon that sealed Dragonstone's fate, but the whispered promises of treachery that came from within its very walls. Ser Alfred Broome, a knight whose ambition far outweighed his honor, was among those who had grown disillusioned with Rhaenyra's rule. He had expected much when the Black Queen took hold of Dragonstone, hoping to be named castellan, a position of power and prestige. But when the title was denied him, his loyalty wavered. It took only the subtle whispers of Aegon's supporters to tip the scales.
In the dead of night, when the moon hung low over the stormy seas, Ser Alfred struck. Dragonstone, poorly defended in the wake of Rhaenyra's departure, fell with little resistance. The halls, once teeming with servants loyal to the Blacks, now echoed with the clang of swords and the screams of the fallen.
It was Ser Robert, a knight sworn to protect the seat of House Targaryen, who bore the brunt of the attack. Ser Alfred, filled with rage at his perceived slight, was the one to cut Robert down, his blade flashing in the dim light of the keep. The knight's death was quick, but his defiance would not be forgotten.
