The Unburnt

Chapter 12 - Court at Dragonstone

Whats is worse than writer's block is having so many ideas, then not liking any one of them and re-writing the same chapter four times. Enjoy, and more Visenya POV chapters will soon come too, somehow I left myself locked in uncle Daemon's POV.

Daemon Targaryen

I lounged in the high-backed chair, a goblet of wine in hand, watching Visenya scribble words on a scroll, her back straight as a rod, whatever she was writing stressed her enough, her rosy lips pressed in a fine line. Her silver hair, undone from its usual braids, spilled over her shoulders like molten silver, glimmering in the firelight.

''A letter for your impatient father?'' I ask curiously. Within the past few months, more letters, laced with certain urgency were delivered by ravens from Kings Landing, the King and Queen asking for the return of their youngest daughter and her uncle, who has been her tutor for the time being.

Visenya laughed—a hearty, full sound that lit up the dim chamber. Her shoulders shook with the force of it, and I found myself smiling despite my growing irritation with the state of things. Even in moments like these, where we found solace in each other, the bitter taste of ambition never left my tongue. Raising from my seat I walk towards her chair, setting a hand on the edge of it as my eyes scan the scroll.

''Perhaps if we hint at a visit somewhere in Westeros, their growing desperation for having me back home will evaporate hopefully, although I do not know what would be the reason for the visit and where should it take place, I am the future Queen's little sister, what possibly could I be searching for in a visit somewhere?'' Suggests Visenya.

''We could have spies mention seeing you somewhere in the Vale, after all, your mother has her origins there, yet nothing will suffice as you are due to giving birth in just a moon.'' A grunt escapes past my lips as I nervously pass a hand on top of my neatly styled hair, a ring tucking the silver strands away from my face.

''Where else could I give birth? I cannot fathom visiting some land of Westeros, considering to bring my child there, no, I shall do it in our ancestral home, please.'' Her sweet plea tugs at my heart, while my mind is in a disarray of how we can hide this for a few more moons, Viserys grew restless, that much has been expressed in the scrolls Otto has sent to Dragonstone; of course, none of them were signed or addressed to me, yet I knew the cunt's writing, he wrote each and one of them.

I have not yet disclosed to Visenya my previous encounter with Otto, which transpired some moons prior. The nature of our association was characterized by animosity and hidden ambition; nonetheless, I was compelled to fulfill my role, desiring that he perceive me as reliant on his connections throughout the Realm. In truth, my sole intention was to divert him from my actual aims. And I dreaded the fight that will follow once I come clean.

''If we ask for them to visit Dragonstone, mayhaps you can stay hidden in your chambers, I will tell tales of your visit to the Vale, your mother's birthland, speak of how you wished to find your place or peace or fuck knows what. We also have to make sure Vhagar stays in her lair, in the caves below us.'' She nods at my words and I kiss her atop her head.

''Then we have ourselves a plan.'' My eyes take in her fuller cheeks, the pregnancy making her look almost glowing, her smaller frame now dwarfed by her swollen belly. I pass a hand over it lovingly, my child nestling quite happily as he or she kicks, pulling a giggle out of my little Visenya. A smile graces my lips as I kneel beside her chair, resting my forehead upon her pregnant belly and closing my eyes. My wife gently caresses my head, entwining her fingers in my hair, and we remain in this position for what feels like eternity.

The morning of their arrival, Dragonstone was cloaked in mist, the sea beyond the castle walls barely visible through the thick fog. I stood in the great hall, waiting for the royal family's arrival, the air thick with anticipation.