Before, the Game of Thrones, the seven kingdoms saw the rise of Westeros as a united country, all seven kingdoms forged into one great kingdom under the greatest dynasty. The story revolves around Aegon and his two sister-queens; their ascent and th...
As Aegon was asserting dominance over the extensive riverland and Orys had obtained the surrender of stormland aided by Rhaenys, the Targaryen fleet under the command of Daemon Velaryon sailed north from Dragonstone. With them went Visenya, aboard the Seafarer, the largest war galley in their fleet. They were flanked on all side by smaller vessels that watched out for possible attack.
The tumultuous rage of water churned with white, frothy foam and rocked their ships like a baby in crib. A strong wind blew from east that made Visenya's braid whip as she held on to the rails. The narrow prow of the ships cut through slowly diminishing fog as the sun rose. They must be in Bay of Crabs by now.
The Vale of Arryns was a natural fortress with its wearing geography of rising valleys and jagged mountains. Visenya was under no false illusion. She knew that piercing through the Vale's defense was no easy task. The Mountain of the moon were dense with woods and impassable, infested by savage mountain clans. The Eyrie itself was renowned for its impenetrable defense- situated at the peak of mountain, thousand feet above the valley, its beauty rivals that of Highgarden in the south. Even if the manage to cross the Bloody Gates, the climb upwards the waycastle was impossible.
Safe inside the castle was the boy king Ronnel under the guardianship of the Eyrie's finest knights and the queen mother and regent, Queen Sharra of the Vale. She had been a famous beauty in her youth which had faded with age, Visenya saw from the portrait she had sent with her marriage proposal to Aegon provided that he names her son the heir. But mistaking her as just a pretty woman will be a grave mistake- she had suppressed a rebellion against her son in her own soil and commands the loyalty of every last knights of Vale. Visenya admired her strength; in her later years she is what she aspires to be- as strong and influential. She only needed to continue wearing the hide that shielded her from biting insults a little longer.
As much as she believed she was above caring what people felt about her, Visenya was actually aware of how great their hatred for her was. She was the blood of the dragon, as much of warrior as her brother is with even bigger claim to the thrones yet she has to make twice the effort to remind men that she was by no means beneath them. It made her powerful to be feared, it is all she ever knew, but sometimes, especially when she saw a child caressing her sister or a flower thrown Aegon's way, a piercing ache tore through Visenya. From her childhood she had fought too hard for love or respect and missed out the touch of affection. She never received them and instead substituted them with fear she got.
The only person that did was her father. Visenya remembered him, standing in the balcony as she spurred below. Her brother did too, at least when they were young. Visenya loved Aegon unconditionally- he was her apprentice, her partner in crime. She missed him. The Aegon now was the mighty dragonlord, the Conqueror and Visenya feared she had no place by her side. She watched the way he looked at Rhaenys; he'd never look at her that way. She did not care about romantic love, she was robbed of that a long time ago- she just wanted to be appreciated. As her husband Aegon owed her that.
The thought of Aegon reminded her of her mission and she forced to rein her wayward thoughts. She was no wailing maiden- she had to seize anything she wanted and she will.
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