𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖔𝖓 [𝗥𝗼𝗯𝗯.𝗦]

24

SHE BECAME
THE JOURNEY

VISENYA didn't know if she could be what he wished. What Daeron wanted her to be. And even that was held in question, for how could it not be? Daeron was nothing but contradictions. One day he would wish for her to be Queen, at his side. A fate that she didn't truly desire. And on other days he could only despise her existence and what it meant for him. As to Daeron, she was the heir to the Iron Throne.

She sighed, pushing the soup back forth with the little spoon that sat in the mess of cooked vegetables. Visenya frowned at the sight of her brother that was flinging it about at the wall, finding little interest in the thought of eating mushed vegetables. Not that she could blame him.

"Princess," greeted Ares with a nod, sitting down next to the girl that simply stared. Perhaps his face was far more appealing than the mushed peas and pumpkin.

Visenya smiled, "you don't look so pleased with the food. I can quite happily say my brother agrees with you."

Ares scowled in disdain, sniffing at the sloppy mixture. "I don't have to like it, don't think I ever will. But I suppose it's the only decent food in the camp, don't suppose your wolf and dragons could hunt us some meat?"

Visenya chuckled, amused at the thought but she knew very well that the food would be taken off her and given to Daeron. It stirred a sense of rage within her heart, cold and cruel.

Why did he deserve special treatment?

"I suppose prince perfect would take it from you, seven hells! I don't know how you stand that little shit."

"He can be annoying, I suppose. But he is my Uncle, blood of my blood. In that, I must respect him."

Ares didn't seem to look that impressed with that. "You and your soldier should come with me. The dragons and wolf as well, if you must. The boy of yours could see the wonder of the seas! He has the heart of an adventurer, I can tell. I used to look at the world like he does, wide and open."

Visenya blinked, looking to him in surprise. "You're leaving?! But you just got here, I thought you'd stay and fight for Daeron!"

Ares shook his head. "No, there's not enough man in him. Perhaps in his years to come when he has matured a little I might seek him out. The name Targaryen, it brings glory, but only two kinds. The good and the bad, Princess, I will never stand with a madman."

Visenya can say little to that, for even she, on the worst of Daeron's days can see the madness that festers in that black and bitter heart of his.