Visenya wandered through the castle's echoing halls when her gaze fell upon her precious sister, and more importantly, her treasured Eleana. In that moment, the world faded away as she heard her daughter's joyful voice calling out, and her heart leaped as she saw Eleana barreling towards her. The moment their bodies collided, Eleana flung herself into Visenya's waiting arms, and time seemed to stand still. Visenya felt an overwhelming rush of emotion, tears brimming in her eyes—how she had longed for this connection, for the warmth of her lost daughter to engulf her once more. How she yearned to feel the gentle rhythm of Eleana's heart, to breathe in the sweetness of her essence, wishing desperately that this moment might stay forever imprinted in her memory. But as Eleana scampered off with her cousins to seek out Lucella, Visenya had to tear herself away from her own bliss and follow Rhaenyra to their father, Viserys.
"Father," Visenya squeaked, her heart heavy with unspoken words.
"Rhaenyra," Viserys replied, his eyes momentarily brightening at the sight of his other daughter, leaving Visenya feeling exposed and humiliated.
"I'm here with Daemon," Rhaenyra announced, her voice steady but edged with an undercurrent of apprehension.
"Daemon?" questioned Viserys, his surprise masking the disinterest that lurked beneath.
"Help me up," he said, fatigue weighing down his words like lead.
"It's been so long," he complained, an echo of cruel indifference ringing in the air. Visenya made it her mission to visit him daily, every day fighting through the shadows of neglect, only to have her heart shattered anew as he constantly pined for Rhaenyra's return. In a fit of despair, Visenya stormed out of the room, a storm of sickness swirling in her stomach, devastated by the absence of affection from the man who should have loved her unconditionally.
Despite her turmoil, Rhaenyra somehow coaxed Visenya into returning to their father, knowing how deeply Visenya would sacrifice for her sister's sake.
"Alicent? Alicent..." Viserys muttered, lost in his own world.
"No, it's Rhaenyra and Visenya, Father," Rhaenyra corrected gently, her hand tightening around Visenya's in a comforting grip.
"Rhaenyra," he uttered again, dismissing Visenya with an air of indifference that pierced her soul like a dagger.
"The Song of Ice and Fire... Do you believe it to be true? Aegon's Dream. You told me it was our sacred duty to keep the realm united against a common foe. By naming me heir, you drew a line that divided us," Rhaenyra challenged, her voice a mixture of hope and frustration, while Visenya scoffed at the weight of their father's words.
"I thought I desired it, but the burden is crushing—too heavy to bear. We all know—deep down—we've always known that Visenya would be better suited for the crown," whispered Rhaenyra, her voice breaking under the weight of her vulnerability.
"Rhaenyra, my... my only child," gasped Viserys, his eyes flickering with a flicker of realization as if he were awakening from a long slumber. Rhaenyra looked up, her heart racing, and saw Visenya, tears brimming like storm clouds in her eyes, desperately trying to catch her breath amidst the whirlwind of emotion.
In a moment of sheer impulse, Visenya fled like the wind, not out of laughter or joy, but propelled by the raw, agonizing ache of heartbreak that carved a chasm between her and the father she so desperately longed to love her.
Visenya stumbled into her chambers, the weight of the world crashing down as she fell onto her bed, the raw grief spilling forth in anguished sobs. The sound of the door creaking open barely registered amidst her tears, and she remained lost in a tempest of sorrow.
"What could possibly have you weeping now, my girl?" Otto's mocking tone sliced through the air like a blade.
"You don't care. Why do you even bother to ask? You're only interested in yourself and the crown!" Visenya spat out, her words laced with bitterness, only to feel the stinging strike of his hand across her face, silence hanging thick in the air.
"How dare you speak to your husband in such a way!" Otto shot back, indignation flaring in his eyes.
"Silence! Just for once, please! I loathe you! I have sacrificed everything for you, bearing child after child, and what do I receive in return? Nothing! No warmth, no affection—only your indifference. I tried to be the wife you wanted, but you show me nothing but disdain. I can't stand it, I despise you for it!" Visenya's voice quivered with grief, a torrent of emotions spilling out in a heart-wrenching cry.
Otto stood frozen, disbelief etched across his face.
"Perhaps another child will fill this void of yours then," he sneered, a venomous suggestion slipping from his lips. "This one might even be a boy."
A primal scream tore from Visenya's throat. "How dare you! How could you! You already have a son! What more do you want from me? I've given you countless children, and now you think I'm lonely and deranged, that I need another child to soothe my soul? Are you truly that heartless? GET OUT! NOW!" she bellowed, her heart pounding with fury.
"Always so dramatic, aren't you, Visenya?" Otto retorted, but his words were drowned out as she hurled a book at him, the force of her rage sending him scurrying from the room, leaving her alone once more in her storm of despair.
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Blooming tragic
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...
