𝑽𝑰𝑺𝑬𝑵𝒀𝑨

❀ 𝐨𝐧𝐞

☁︎

A young girl named Visenya was sitting in the dirt of the Red Keep garden. She looked at all the flowers sharply before her eyes landed on the pink ones with bell-shaped petals.

She hoped to give her mother one and keep one for herself. She felt a presence behind her but knew who it had been, the same presence that accompanied her since the cradle.

"You should not waste your time on flowers," the booming voice told her as she rolled her eyes and picked the two flowers. "Do they look perfect to you?" she asked, picking them up as the person squatted down beside her, looking at them.

"They are flowers; how special can they be?" he asked, scowling at the flowers and then at the little girl who glared up at him.

Her mother had told her the man's name before he had the chance: Maegor Targaryen. He was one of the many kings to come before her Grandsire, though she knew little of him as they had yet to learn of him.

"I wish to gift one to my mother," she answered, causing him to let out a sigh before nodding his head.

He had appeared to her when she was only a tiny babe in her bassinet. He watched her every move, from the moment she could speak to when she could walk.

Though he seemed to never give much thought to her, he followed after her anywhere she went, leaving an eerie presence for anyone who crossed her path.

"I would assume she would, though I see no point in it," Maegor told her as he looked from her to the flowers. "There does not need to be a reason to give a gift," she told him, standing, causing him to follow.

"Your brothers train with a sword. I believe you should, too." He tells her not taking account of her other interests. She looked up at him, her eyes meeting the vertically sliced wound in his throat, from which he had been killed.

"I do not wish to wield a sword." She tells him, walking past him and up the steps into a corridor.

"Your namesake is all the more reason; you are named after my Mother, the greatest warrior." He tells her as he walks beside her, smirking as the maids move out of their way, heads bowed.

"Do you wish to see me injured?" she asks as he sighs, shaking his head. "Of course not, though I believe learning to protect yourself should do you well." He tells her, scowling at the looks the maids and servants give when they see the young girl speaking to herself, not seeing Maegor.

"But I have my brothers, even you. Why shall I need a blade?" she says as she twirls the two flowers between her fingers. "I can not protect you, and your brothers won't always be around to protect you, either. You haven't even claimed a dragon," he tells her, causing her to stop in her tracks.

"What do you mean they won't be here?" she asked, her eyes beginning to water at the thought of losing her brothers. Maegor watched the girl look at him sorrowfully, his eyes widening.

He had seen her cry many times, though not many had been his fault, as this one was. Usually, it was over lesser matters like not getting cake or stepping on a bug. Maegor never knew how to comfort anyone, especially children.

She looked away from the man and rushed down the corridor until she found her mother's chambers. As the door opened, she saw her Mother sitting by the fire with a hand on her large bump. "What has happened, sweet girl?" Rhaenyra asked, noticing the tears in her daughter's eyes.

"Maegor has told me that Jace and Luke won't be with me forever," Visenya says, running into her mother's waiting arms, careful of her belly.

She had told her mother about those she could see, and Rhaenyra instantly believed her daughter. Though she was weary of her daughter speaking to Maegor the cruel.

"I am certain he did not mean that; you three, along with this one, shall always have each other," Rhaenyra told her, motioning to her belly as Visenya looked up at her mother.

Rhaenyra gave her daughter a soft smile as she wiped away her daughter's tears and kissed her head. As the tears began to leave Visenya's face, she remembered her flowers.

"He told me it was useless to bring you this, but I wanted to," Visenya tells her mother as she holds out her flowers, keeping one in her other hand. Rhaenyra smiles widely as she gently takes the flower.

"It is wonderful. It is perfect like you, my sweet girl," Rhaenyra said, giving her daughter a soft kiss on the head. "I think it best you see your brothers to calm your mind," Rhaenyra told Visenya, who nodded.

"They are in the training yard. Also, do not take what he says as truth or as a promise," Rhaenyra whispers to her daughter before patting her arm and watching her hurry from the room.

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