Visenya and Daemon had always been two halves of the same soul. Chaotic and brash, they only cared for those who shared the blood of the dragon. Rhaenyra had always been in awe of their bond, watching how neither needed to speak for the other to und...
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Torn pages laid scattered across the floor, ripped from their bindings in a fit of rage. A fire blazed in the hearth, flames happily devouring a large book. Visenya sprawled across the floor fidgeting with a large shard of glass as she watched the flames lick up the dyed green leather and char the seven-pointed star sewn into the cover. Her thumb passed over the sharp edge, digging the point into the pad of her thumb until red bloomed.
She remained still as a door opened, lilac eyes glowing in the warmth of the flames. Rhaenys took in the carnage left in the wake of Visenya's rampage, eyes widening at the sight of a holy book burning away in the hearth.
"Can you fix her?" Valerion asked though his eyes never left his mother's comatose figure.
"Jiōragon Kepa." Rhaenys instructed, patting the boy's shoulder. Get Father.
Valerion nodded, rushing off to complete the task given to him.
"Vis?" Rhaenys called as she approached the cause of the chaos. "What happened?" She knelt down when she got no response, snatching the shard from Visenya's hand and causing the younger woman's head to roll to face her.
"Do you think I'll go to the hells?"
"For burning a holy text? Yes."
Visenya grinned, propping herself up on her elbows. "It was Otto's."
"Of course it was," Rhaenys groaned, brushing away loose pages and fragments of glass to clear off a place for her to sit. "And what has he done to earn your ire this time?"
"I'm going to kill him." Visenya stated, moving to lay her head in her sister's lap.
"No, you won't," Rhaenys lightly shook her head, running her fingers through Visenya's dark tresses. "I will not watch my sister be hung for treason."
The sound of the door opening once more interrupted the argument forming on Visenya's tongue. She tilted her head back, peering around Rhaenys to see who had entered. Daemon's steps were heavy as he walked towards the two sisters.
"What's that cunt done now?" Daemon asked, squatting down beside them. His hand reached out, pinching Visenya's chin between rough fingertips to direct her to look at him.
"He ordered me to behave during the tourney like I was child," Visenya scowled. "And if I am to his liking he will send Valerion away."
Daemon's jaw tightened as he stood up, fist clenching around Dark Sister's hilt. His eyes burned with a mixture of rage, hatred, and a need to protect what remained of his family.
"Where are you going?" Rhaenys called out. "You are needed here."
"What I need is to kill that Hightower cunt." Daemon snapped.
"Not without me." Daemon nodded, extending a hand to help Visenya to her feet.
Rhaenys grabbed at Visenya and Daemon, stopping the two from exiting the room. "Neither of you will be killing Otto Hightower. Have you forgotten that he is Hand to the King?"
