Visenya Targaryen is Daemon and Viserys, younger sister.
She is the Targaryen Jewel and jewels must be protected by filthy-handed thieves.
At a young age a man tried to kill her, to this day she has a scar across the left side of her neck where the...
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(Pretend the dragons on the gown look like Caraxes)
I sat at the tournament a seat down from Alicent wondering where my sweet Niece had gone, as the king my brother was giving his speech.
"Be welcome! I know many of you have traveled long leagues to be at these games. But I promise, you will not be disappointed. When I look at the fine knights in these lists, I see a group without equal in our histories. And this great day has been made more auspicious by the news that I am happy to share Queen Aemma has begun her labors! " My brother announces and I clap as Rhaenyra slides in joining in the clapping, everyone cheers for my brother.
"Glad you could make it niece." I tell her with a small grin and she grins back.
"May the luck of the Seven shine upon all combatants!" My brother finishes and the cheers get louder as the jousting begins. I watch on with a small smile and clap when I see Damon ride out.
Daemon chooses Ser Gwayne Hightower of Oldtown as his opponent and I shake my head with a small grin. Daemon hates the hand Otto Hightower and will take this chance to embarrass him.
As they charge towards each other I gasp as Gwayne gets a hit on Daemon and he's forced to lean back on his horse, but I let out a sigh as he sits up straight after the hit, he gets a new lance and charges again. I sit forward in my seat and wring my hands together, I jump when I see Rhaenyra look over at me and take my hands in hers. I give her an insincere smile as I watch my brother in concern.
Damon aims for the horse's legs making the horse fall forward with a squeal, and the night flies off the horse as it tumbles forward.
The horse and the Hightower lay on the floor, and I clung to Rhaenyra's hand.
"Get up." I whisper to myself watching on in concern. The horse and Ser Gwayne stand and I release Rhaeynra's hand to clap.
Daemon rides over and I stand and approach.
"You almost killed him, brother." I tell him and he smirks at me.
"Nicley done Uncle." Rhaenyra stands next to me and speaks with Alicent on her other side.
"Thank you, princess." Daemon tells Rhaenyra, then looks at me." Now, Im fairly certain I can win these games, sister. Having your favor would all but assure it." My brother tilts his lance towards me.
"I had no time to make one brother." I tell him with a smile.
"You may use mine, princess." Alicent says, she goes to retrieve her favor and hands it to me.
"Thank you Alicent, that was very kind of you."I tell her with a kind smile and she blushes, nods, and looks away. I turn back to my brother and drop the favor onto his lance.
