Visenya had recently sent eight out of her nine children into the dragon pit, accompanied by their uncles/nephews, and cousins. After placing Laenora down for a nap, she decided to take a leisurely stroll through the castle. During her walk, she resolved to introduce herself to her sister, Helaena, who typically preferred solitude.
Upon entering Helaena's chambers, Visenya observed her sister seated and engrossed in the admiration of insects in her hands.
"Greetings, sister," Visenya said as she moved to take a seat beside Helaena. In response, Helaena smiled and began to educate Visenya about her collection of insects.
As Visenya listened attentively and watched her sister, she pondered how such a gentle and amiable girl could have been raised by their parents. At times, Visenya found it difficult to comprehend how she and Rhaenyra had turned out reasonably well despite their father's influence; nevertheless, they had a mother whom many children could only dream of having. In contrast, Helaena was raised by Alicent. While Visenya held great admiration for Alicent, she recognized that becoming a mother at a young age, without substantial support, had profoundly impacted her. This was evident on Alicent's face when she cradled her infants in her arms. Visenya sensed Alicent's discontent with Aegon; however, she remained uncertain about Alicent's feelings toward Aemond and Helaena.
When Alicent arrived at the door to see her daughter, she was taken aback to discover Visenya in her company. Upon Alicent's arrival, Visenya departed and was making her way back to her chamber when she encountered a young boy. The boy turned out to be her brother Aemond, a child with tear-filled eyes and a flushed, blotchy visage.
"Aemond, are you all right?" inquired Visenya with evident concern. She embraced Aemond tightly and examined him for any visible injuries.
"They informed me they had discovered a dragon for me, and instead, they presented me with a pig," Aemond sniffled.
"Aemond, that is dreadful. Were my daughters involved? I shall ensure they are reprimanded if they were," Visenya asserted in a motherly tone.
"No, they were just as surprised as I was; however, the others were involved, and everyone laughed at me," Aemond lamented.
"Oh, dear one, it is perfectly all right. One day, you shall have a dragon. The finest dragons and their riders are those who must earn their dragons. If any of my dragons ever lay an egg, I will bring it to you immediately. Does that sound like a deal?" Visenya offered in a comforting manner.
"Yes, please! Would you truly do that for me? Why?" Aemond queried.
"Why would I not do that for you? You are my brother; you are of my blood, even if only half. We Targaryens must stand together," Visenya reasoned before giving Aemond one final embrace and sending him off to their mother.
Visenya was compelled to observe the training of the boys while her daughters participated in a hand embroidery class. She initially paid little heed to the training occurring before her, distracting herself by playing with her hair and fingernails. However, her interest was piqued when she observed a noticeable tension among those surrounding her. Upon looking out to the yard, she witnessed Harwin Strong and Criston Cole engaged in combat, which elicited a laugh from her. It was amusing to see two of Rhaenyra's current and former lovers in such a confrontation. Thereupon, Visenya considered the prospect of attending training sessions more frequently if such intriguing incidents continued to unfold.
Visenya attended a small council meeting, much to her dismay; however, she was reluctant to disappoint her father, so she remained seated and listened to their discussions regarding matters that ought to concern the local lords, rather than the king.
What captured her attention was the moment Rhaenyra offered an apology to Alicent. Their interaction was civil and pleasant—an exchange that Visenya imagined would bring great joy to their father.
"Sister, my son Jacaerys shall inherit the Iron Throne after me. I propose we betroth him to your daughter, Eleana, thereby solidifying our alliance once and for all. Let them rule together," recommended Rhaenyra.
"I cannot conceive of a more suitable arrangement, Father. Alicent, I would also like to propose a betrothal between your son Aegon and my eldest daughter, Viserra, as they seem to share a fondness for one another," suggested Visenya.
"Both propositions are judicious; I am delighted with them and give my approval," declared Viserys.
"Furthermore, should Draco or Syrax produce another clutch of eggs, your son Aemond shall have the first choice among them, as a gesture of our goodwill," offered Visenya.
Visenya felt a sense of pride in her contribution that day until she observed her sister in a difficult predicament. She was about to draw attention to it, but Alicent beat her to it.
"Rhaenyra," Alicent called, indicating the affected areas.
"Oh, seven hells," Rhaenyra exclaimed.
"It is perfectly alright, Rhaenyra; such things happen to the best of us," Visenya joked, attempting to lighten the atmosphere.
"Do you find your sister's embarrassment amusing?" her father whispered, loud enough for both Rhaenyra and Alicent to hear.
"Father, I do not believe she intended any harm; she was merely jesting," Rhaenyra pleaded.
"Husband, Visenya was only trying to alleviate the tension; please do not be upset," Alicent implored.
Upon learning that Rhaenyra would be departing, Visenya wept. They had finally been reunited, only to be separated once again. She had found an ally within the treacherous castle. Though she wished to accompany her to Dragonstone, her father insisted that Rhaenyra desired time with her family. Did this not include Visenya? Did the bond of their shared womb mean nothing? She considered sending Eleana with them to foster her relationship with Jacaerys, but she could not bear to be parted from one of her daughters.
Visenya composed herself before meeting her sister. She had sent her daughters to bid farewell earlier, wishing to spare herself the emotional turmoil of witnessing their mother's potential distress.
"I shall miss you dearly, Nyra," Visenya exclaimed, wiping her tears.
"Come with me to Dragonstone. Our children care for one another; it would be splendid," Rhaenyra implored.
"Father has forbidden it; you know how he is with me; he harbors disdain for me," cried Visenya.
"He does not hate you, Vi," Rhaenyra reasoned.
"He does. Regardless, let us speak less of him. When Eleana is older, I shall fly to Dragonstone with her, stay for a time, and then leave her in your capable hands," Visenya explained.
"That sounds like an excellent plan, and dare I say, their children will be quite handsome," Rhaenyra giggled.
"I believe that to be true, dear sister. Write to me every day or week; I shall respond each and every time, I promise," Visenya smiled.
With that, they embraced for what felt like an eternity, standing in the center of Rhaenyra's chambers, clinging to one another as they wept before exchanging their final farewells and expressions of love.
As Visenya watched her sister depart, a profound realization struck her: she was utterly alone.
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