『 : ̗̀➛Two parts of a whole, destined to find their second half, and when the sun finally sets on them, the last ember of hope glows in their eyes. ☄. *. ⋆ 』
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Her nails were scratching the cover of a book that she couldn't bring herself to read. The large, leather-bound tome sat on her lap as she kept her gaze fixed through the window. Dawn had come at last, but the memories of last night were not forgotten.
The slander, blood, and children's tears were still fresh in her mind, but they all vanished compared to the unspoken yet most important truth—the war, whenever it might start, will undoubtedly from the beginning be on the traitors' side.
Aemond claimed Vhagar and Daenerys knew that the time for peace was quickly slipping away.
She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, before rolling her head back and forth to relieve the tension building in her neck.
"We are now knee-deep in shit," she said lightly, as if talking of the weather. "And what an awful, nauseating piece of fraud shit it is..."
"We knew it for a long time," said Visenya, walking from the window, where she was gazing outside and sitting down on the sofa. "Strangely, I feel no urge to partake on any side."
Daenerys looked up at her, surprised.
"I am not saying I support the man," her daughter said, defensively and raised her shoulders. "But the woman is no angel either."
"Rhaenyra is your cousin," Daenerys reminded.
"And so is Aegon."
Visenya stared at her mother blankly, her mouth not twitching an inch.
"Blood ties do not dictate my beliefs," Visenya replied firmly, but barely above a whisper. "Matters not, I shall remain in the frozen north, where you sent me." Her words were bitter, and she held no warmth in her gaze as she turned back to the fire crackling in the hearth.
"Visenya," Daenerys said gently, but her daughter only shook her head. "I am sorry. Truly."
"I cannot forgive you for what you have done," Visenya said, her voice heavy with emotion. "But I will survive, as I always have."
"You must understand, there was no other choice," Daenerys pleaded, her eyes filled with regret. "I know you cannot see it now, but one day you will realise the truth behind my actions."
Visenya remained silent, her expression stoic and unforgiving.
"Lyanna is a girl now," she said. "Cherish her, for soon... For soon she will become a woman, and you will have to let her go." She exhaled before continuing. "You perhaps feel like you don't know her. Like she is her father's daughter, but never yours. Still, you wish to love her; you wish to know her. You want her to be like you because then you would understand her pain and you could help her... But she will be a woman soon, and you will have to choose what man to give her to—"
