Chapter 10 - Laena's funeral

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So this feels bitersweet, I think that with Visenya being misunderstood her entire childhood, a shadow of her sister, took a toll on her and turned her quite bitter, I'm literally giggling kicking my feet preparing Daemon's schemes(which will be a lot). Can't truly say what Daemon's intentons are yet, the man is a mystery even to me. I do not know if this would end in a similar Dance of Dragons, because it will be Visenya against Rhaenyra, and you can see who has the scale tipped in her favor (aka the girl who has Daemon+Vhagar). But I will say Visenya+Daemon are endgame, none of them will persih, can't say the same for the others.

 Daemon Targaryen

Her gaze burned a hole in the side of my face as I read the scroll sent by raven, signed by no other than my brother the King. He detailed that the corpse of Laena Velaryon was found by some fishermen and there was a funeral to be held at Driftmark in three days. What a poetic death, the Sea and Salt always spoke of how all of their legacy comes from the sea, well I ensured she would return to the sea.

''I can't take Vhagar to Driftmark, what if the Velaryons would figure it out? The she-dragon is our best element of suprise, she has even found a lair for herself, and when the hatchlingw will come...We both know how vengeful Rhaenys is, the Queen who Never Was won't bat an eyelash if she were to see me riding her daughter's Dragon.'' Her assessment makes me snort, indeed my cousin was one who rarely forgives and hold grudges for years to come. Yet keeping Vhagar hidden, could be a pain in the arse as well as an opportunity, to make a statement when the time shall come, and it shall come soon enough.

''It was not her daughter's dragon, it was my father Baelon's, albeit claimed by Laena. How do you propose we should proceed?'' My voice held a tinge of mirth.

''On Caraxes, obviously. But what of our nuptials? No word found its way back to the Capital and we do not know how everyone will react, perhaps, we will tell them some other time?'' The topic of the wedding weighed heavily upon my mind, recognizing the implications of our lack of blessing coming from the King. Yet, my brother was aware of the significance of Valyrian weddings, transcending any mere Westerosi laws, for blood binds not only the flesh but also our souls for eternity.

''We would have to tell your father, after all if we attend the funeral, and he knows you will returtn with me to Dragonstone, he might not think his youngest daughter is warming his brother's bed, but he will be suspicious.'' At this moment I recall the conversation I had with Viserys many days ago:

''If you wish to do more with less, allow me to wed Visenya. I would wed her into the traditions of our House, a Valyrian wedding, we would even marry before the Gods you believe in now for all I care. I would protect her and care for her brother, more than any lordling you shall find for her.''

''That fast has your concern for her being way too young to wed vanished, dear brother?'' His voice held a tinge of sarcasm.

''I would wait for as long as she needed, I would rather cut my own cock than make her do anything were she not prepared. Visenya is...different than Rhaenyra, she tends to be more shy, more kept to herself, she truly lacks some of the fire in her blood as you might have seen. You can't match her with a lordling from house Baratheon or a Lannister, they would eat her up, she is a dragon but Viserys, she has yet to claim one, when she does, do you wish for those houses to be able to ride dragons? Do you wish for those mongrels to threaten your legacy, our House's legacy?''

''Certainly not, I...Over the years I have noticed my youngest daughter's ways of being, she is more quiet than Rhaenyra and more obedient. I thought perhaps she was-'' Viserys didn't have to finish the sentence as we both knew the answer, the bloody prophecy. Gods if one were to count the things that my brother does to anger me one would think I wouldn't be loyal to him. I sigh.

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