The Unburnt

Chapter 14 - Whispers of Bastardy

Hello, I forgot to mention that in this AU Joffrey does not exits (Rhaenyra's 3rd child with Harwin), as it was presented in Chapter 6, Rhaenyra and Laenor have two children, Jace and Luke which are both Ser Harwin's children but you already know that (thehehe), and in 117 Rhaenyra and Laenor welcome twin girls Baela and Rhea who truly are their legitimate children, but both Visenya and Daemon plotted to make everyone believe that the twins are also bastards. Ah, what is House Targaryen without scheming, plots, revenge, and planned murder

Visenya Targaryen

My son, Daryon, was sleeping peacefully in the adjacent chamber, after my mother Aemma smothered him in warm hugs and kind words, a proud mother, who loved her grandchildren equally.

How can you love bastards dear mother?

At very last, after a reprimend of my mother for daring to walk and not rest after just giving birth the night before, and Daemon siding with her, my sister joins me in my chambers, the guards making her presence noted.

"Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, Heir to the Iron Throne and future Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, wishes to speak to you Princess Visenya."

Might as well spit in my face.

Reluctantly, after convincing my husband of needing to speak in private with my older sister, he caved in, but said he would wait outside the doors. He glared openly at Rhaenyra before swiftly exiting the chambers along with my mother.

I knew this conversation was inevitable. The storm that had been building for years was about to break, and my older sister was at the center of it.

For a moment, neither of us spoke. Rhaenyra stood there, her silver hair glowing in the firelight, her eyes sharp and full of accusation. I knew this look well-betrayal, anger, disappointment. The bond we had shared as sisters, however thinned in the past years, and even more after my father named her heir, the beginning of the end starting after Laena's funeral.

"You've ruined everything," Rhaenyra said at last, her voice low but laced with venom. "Do you even understand what you've done?"

My lips twisted in a scowl upon looking at Rhaenyra.

"I wed and produced heirs, as was expected of me, as our father wished," I replied, my voice steady despite the anger burning in my heart.

"What you had to do? You married Daemon in secret. You bore his child-my uncle, your uncle! Do you have any idea what this means for me? For my sons? For the realm?"Rhaenyra's eyes narrowed, and she took a step towards the bed, her hands curling into fists at her sides.

I had to laugh at her audacity, accusing me of plotting against her but no I would not offer such gratification.

"This was not about you, Rhaenyra," I said, my tone flat. "It was about me. My life. My choices. I don't want the Iron Throne, its yours rightfully." But the moment you opened your legs to Harwin Strong, you slayed any rightful claim you might have had, was left unsaid.

"You think your choices don't affect me? Don't affect the entire realm? You are my sister, Visenya! My blood! And you've betrayed me in the worst way possible by marrying Daemon."Her laugh was bitter, her eyes flashing with fury.

"I did not betray you," I said quietly, meeting her gaze with determination. "I love Daemon, and I am his wife. Our son is the blood of the dragon, just like yours." The lie fell nicely off of my lips, our gazes locking, and we both knew the truth, this was all but a farce.

"By marrying Daemon, by bearing his child, you've created a rival to my claim, to Jacaery's claim. Do you not understand the danger you've put us all in?"Rhaenyra's face twisted with anger, her eyes narrowing into slits.