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This chapter takes place nine years after Rhaenyra Targaryen's wedding to Laenor Velaryon. ﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ ⠀⠀⠀ ⋮⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⋮⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⋮ ⠀⠀⠀ ⋮⠀⠀⠀ ⋮⠀⠀⠀☆⠀ ⠀⠀⋮⠀⠀⠀ ☆⠀⠀⠀ ⋮⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⋮⠀⠀⠀⠀☆ ⠀⠀☆⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⋮ ⠀⠀⠀ ☆
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The young princess' heels could be heard clicking off the ground as she made her way to Queen Alicent's chambers. There, her mother awaited her arrival. Anxiously she bit and chew on her nails-- a newfound habit of hers.
There had been times when she and Jacaerys were far away from everyone's watchful eyes, the two would sneak out of the Red Keep through Maegor's tunnels. The young prince's dragon was too young to fly, and Visenya's still remained hatchless- still, that didn't stop the two from going on their own adventures.. Even if it resulted in whispers.
The legitimacy of Jacaerys and his brothers had been questioned since the very moment they were brought into this world.. Instead of having silver hair like Visenya and her siblings did, none of the boys had inherited their father's brown skin-- it was something Alicent often argued, and for whatever reason, despised. Still, Visenya never seemed to care.
As much as she respected her mother, their relationship was far from close. What Visenya couldn't have with Alicent she had with Rhaenyra: a mother. The Realm's Delight had always hoped for a sister, so despite her anger when her father first married Alicent it was her who gave Visenya her namesake. There was a deep longing between the two before the final straw broke the camel's back-- a brutal game Visenya now found herself in the middle of.
"Mother," She greeted, bowing her head slightly as Ser Criston left the two alone. "Do you have any idea of the spectacle you've just ensued?" Alicent questioned, her eyes sharp as she stared at her daughter from across the room.
".. I.. I don't understand-" "You were spotted outside the walls, Visenya! There are enough whispers surrounding those boys and yet you choose to stay around them!" She snapped, voice rising with each word. Her breath hitching in her throat, Visenya stood still. "Rhaenyra was spotted once and your grandsire was fired for questioning her maidenhood. Will you so shamelessly follow in her footsteps?!" Alicent questioned, brows knitted together as she walked over to Visenya.
Her eyes glossy and stinging with tears, Visenya stared up at her mother as Alicent knelt down to grab her arms. Her mother's touch contradicted her words: there was nothing cold and bitter about it. "You aren't a fool my girl.. Do you wish to see the realm at war?" She asked, her voice suddenly soft and sweet.
Afraid and confused, Visenya shook her head. "Then you must understand that if your sister succeeds your very life will be put to the sword by Jacaerys himself." Alicent whispered, her voice trembling some as she stared at her daughter with teary eyes. Despite haven't eaten Visenya's stomach twisted at her mother's words, her little ten years of age's heart breaking in the process. "All I care about is your safety, Visenya.. but you must listen to me to ensure it, do you understand?"
Taking a deep breath, Visenya released it with a shaky sigh. Letting her mother's words sink in as she gave a small nod. Not saying anything else Alicent brought her daughter into a tight embrace-- a first in the ten years of Visenya's life.
