The dragon keep (Aegon targaryen) a house of the dragon fanfic

Prologue (1)

"The shadow of moths is in their
fluttering movement, which has
only the flickering of twinkling of stars,
fire or the but erraticism, anxiety,
twilight, or inconstancy of desire. the mass, fluttering of moths is darkly associatedmwith the energies of compulsive devouring yet the, fragility and transience of the moth, it's self-consuming attraction to the light, have made the creature an exquisitly potent image of ardent longing."

-ami ronnberg + kathleen martin
Book of symbols "

THE DRAGONS KEEP🪐

A princess born with white silver hair during the early days of december made the red keep errupt with squeals of glee. Twas the last month of 117 AC when the first daughter of Princess Rhaenyra was given life. Named Visenya, after her great conquer, ancestor Rhaenyra hoped her sweet daughter would live up to her namesake and be put down in history as the greatest ruler of Driftmark. Little did her dear mother know, this sweet girl she had bared so much pain to give life to would be a forgotten name in history. Only remebered by one man. History would go down, and her story would not.

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Visenya was never inclined to the fight. If she was a dragon, she would stay a mere hatchling forever. She was delicate and small for her age, although the firey temper of her real father would shine through her face. Especially when an argument with her brothers or mother would insue.

She was her fathers favourite, his precious little treasure. Twas her fathers nickname for her that made the whole of kings landing think she was just a little pearl waiting to turn to dust at any moment. People in the red keep talked of how she was never meant to rule. Besides, the female mind was a stupid one. Was it not?

Her long silver hair grew like ribons down her back, coiling and covering the whole of her back with vines of hair. By the time she turned seven her hair was already down to her bum, hiding her back from everyone. Children in the red keep would laugh at her and say she was growing ugly deformed dragons wings out of her back. That she would soon grow horns and melt everyone to death with her fire.

No one would be seen with her, no dragon, no friends, and no claim. No one but Prince Aegon Targaryan and Princess Haelena had cared for her feelings, which was a great suprise among the ton. Aegon was well liked by most lords. The habit of being much like a jester made him the life of a party. The many friends he entertained would surley shun him for having such a company. Haelena was a different story, a dreamer she was making her alienated from society just as Visenya was pushed away.

The two girls found comfort in eachothers mere precense. Even if they did not speak to one another, the unawkwared scilence would give them peace of mind. Haelena would occasionally mutter something under her breath or if she was in a very rare state of mind she would even talk to her neice which Visenya would smile and utter a nice, kind reply before the scilence returned.

Visenya lived for the moments she would be asked a question by anyone. She would stutter, and her sweet voice would string together beautiful scentences of the sweetest nature, making lords and ladies around her smile and laugh at her every word. Despite the children of the keep thinking her a beast, the adults took a liking to her, sweet and kind but shy. A pearl in the rough was the secret name they chose for her, willing to take any chance to brighten her day.

Queen Alicent was a surprising supporter of the acts of kindness shown towards the princess. Often, she would stumble upon her and Haelena sitting in silence as they read or collected bugs. A small smile crossed the queens face as she would join them, asking Visenya questions, making the girls beautiful smile spread elegantly across her face. They were silly questions the Queen would not have dared to ask her own daughter, asking her what kind of music she liked and what kind of preformances she enjoyed the most. Sometimes, the Queen would ask Rhaenyra if she could take the Princess to the opera, a request the heir would always agree to.