Chapter 8

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Otto Hightower had been banished from the castle. Visenya felt a weight lifted off her chest. Until her father told her that she was to live with Otto. Visenya now hated her life even more.

Visenya went to say goodbye to her father first.

"Father why would you do this to me why can't i stay here forever with you?" begged Visenya.

"You are a Hightower now Visenya, you aren't a Targaryen ," explained her father. Visenyas breath hitched in her throat. Her fears of feeling unwanted were confirmed. But she knew she had to put on a brave face.

"Okay father i love you and i will see you soon," smiled Visenya. She didn't know if she actually  loved her father. That was what started to eat her up did she really not love her father anymore.

When Visenya saw her sister sat on her bed waiting for her wedding she felt sadness. Visenya knew the feeling of dread and she wanted to be able to comfort her sister but her mind wouldn't let her.

"Nyra have you heard ?" questioned Visenya.

"What that you are leaving? Of course i heard i was expecting you to come say goodbye," replied Rhaenyra.

"I do love you Nyra, i'm not annoyed at you about anything you didn't chose to be named heir, i'll love you forever and always, remember that," teared up Visenya.

"I'll love you forever Vi i'm sorry you've got to leave i'll miss you," cried Rhaenyra.

As they sat there in silence hugging eachother they both got the closure they needed.

When she returned to her room Alicent was already there crying on Visenya's bed.

"I feel like i'm never going to see you again," cried Alicent.

"Don't say that Ali, we will exchange letters all the time i could never abandon you like this, i'll love you always," comforted Visenya.

"How am i meant to survive in this castle with you?" questioned Alicent.

"I'll always be beside you in spirit don't forget that," answered Visenya.

As she turned to leave Alicent swiftly pecked her on the lips as a final goodbye. Who knew if they would see eachother again ?

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