The following day, Rhaenyra went into labor. Visenya held her hand throughout the process, offering comfort; however, as the ordeal neared its conclusion, she was overcome by memories of her mother and felt compelled to speak with Alicent.
Upon entering the queen's chambers, Visenya was struck by an unsettling coldness, a stark contrast to the warmth that had characterized their shared rooms in their youth.
"Your Majesty?" Visenya inquired, yet received no response. The sound of splashing water emanated from the bath, prompting her to approach the bathroom door.
"Alicent, Ali, it is Visenya. May I enter?" she asked, her voice tinged with apprehension.
"Yes, come in," Alicent replied in a frosty tone.
As Visenya stepped into the room, she was enveloped by steam and warmth, a striking difference from the chill outside.
"Alicent, I thought it was important to inform you that Rhaenyra went into labor earlier this morning, and the babe is nearly here," Visenya conveyed, a smile adorning her face.
"Wonderful, yet another bastard," Alicent remarked curtly. Visenya felt a surge of indignation but longed for the restoration of their friendship more than anything.
"Indeed, I believe so. I have observed Harwin Strong displaying increased attentiveness, and I noticed him anxiously pacing somewhere within the castle," Visenya responded with a light-hearted chuckle.
"I am relieved to hear you say that; I feared you had become overly sensitive. After your silence regarding my letter last year, I thought you might hold a low opinion of me," Alicent quipped.
"Not at all. I was placed on bed rest after receiving your letter, and I became quite occupied as I also went into labor. I apologize for my lack of response; it completely slipped my mind," Visenya replied, her tone slightly uneasy. Alicent responded with a smile. They had returned. Visenya recognized that her friendship with Alicent wasn't fragile. Had Visenya been aware that reconciling would be such a simple endeavor, she would have flown here without delay.
Visenya resolved to return and visit her sister, confident that the child would have arrived by this time. She sensed her sister's warmth emanating from the end of the corridor. Upon entering, she observed a tuft of brown hair, an expectation she had readily embraced.
"It is a boy," Rhaenyra proclaimed with enthusiasm.
"How fortunate you are to have three sons," Visenya remarked with a smile.
"I hope to have a daughter one day," Rhaenyra expressed wistfully.
"You do not, Nyra; the world presents fewer challenges for boys. To be the mother of a girl is to invite fear and concern," Visenya articulated thoughtfully. Her sister regarded her with apprehension, but Visenya dismissed it with a wave.
"Nevertheless, Nyra, I must take my leave; do send for me when you and Har-Laenor select a name," Visenya asserted, silently berating herself for her error.
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FanfictionVisenya was always viewed as one of the perfect and most beautiful princesses in the realm, that's were here alias came from "The realms pearl" or "The realms flower" and "The realms happiness" Otto Hightower was King Viserys hand since the fall of...
