THE DRAGON DANCER // HOTD

01

She smiled before facing the rest of the council.

"I did not mean to interrupt your war plans, so I shall wander about the castle until you are all finished," she stated before moving to leave the room.

Rhaenyra quickly stopped her, "Nonsense! You have a place on this council, Viserra. You have talented and experienced knowledge none of us have here, I shall require it," she spoke to her daughter.

Viserra gulped and nodded before moving to return to the table. Jacaerys gestured for her to stand beside him in the slightly empty space.

Viserra listened as her mother talked so politically and professionally about wars and plotting and battles. All things that horrendously disinterested the girl. She stood, bored, unamused, and now wishing she'd remained in the free city of Pentos where she would likely be painting or sewing or anything other than war talk.

It seemed Jacaerys had picked up on her boredom as he moved his arm to nudge hers, silently telling her to pay attention. She looked at her brother and rolled her eyes, a small grin on her face as she continued to ignore all the politics.

After what seemed to be an eternity the conversations finally ended. With what? Viserra hadn't a clue. All she knew was that it was finally done with and she could properly reunite with her family and meet her younger brothers.

The council dispersed and the only remaining members were Daemon, Rhaenyra, Jacaerys, Lucerys, Baela, Rhaena, and Rhaenys.

"It is good to see you back safely at Dragonstone, Princess," Rhaenys spoke first, offering a kind smile to Viserra. She always liked the girl, even if she wasn't of Laenors blood, she was still a lively, loving girl who deserved nothing but the best in life. Rhaenys knew that.

"Thank you, Princess Rhaenys, it is...different," she paused, "being back," she elaborated her words, looking over the room briefly.

Rhaenyra smiled, familiar with Viserra's feeling; unfamiliar in what should've been a familiar place.

"The Realms Golden Heart? You've made quite the name for yourself in your travels," Rhaenyra spoke up, a small grin on her face, pride in her daughter's accomplishments.

Viserra blushed a bit, never enjoying the spotlight over shining upon her. A little was plenty.

"It seems the free cities took quite the liking to me, though the seven kingdoms didn't exactly have a choice; I'm their Princess after all," she chuckled a bit dryly, she was nervous being back after all this time.

Everything had changed.

"Oh, on the contrary," Daemon voiced, "I've heard many compliments from the North. And you know what they say about Northerners brutal honesty," his tone joking, though his words were truth.

Viserra gave a small laugh, "Aye, I do recall spending some moons at the Hornwood. A beautiful place, indeed. I visited the Wall as well at Castle Black," she offered a bit of her travel history.

"Oh, yes, we've all heard of your travels," Daemon remarked, acting as though he was annoyed to hear it even though he would pull her aside later to truly hear of her adventures.

Viserra only rolled her eyes in amusement.

"I would like to meet my brothers, Aegon and Viserys. I'd also like to see Joffrey, I haven't known him since he was only a babe," Viserra spoke to the general room, anyone who would take her would do.