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This is the tale of Visenya Targaryen.
No-not the Conqueror.
Everyone knows the marriage between Daemon Targaryen and Rhea Royce was forged in resentment and sharpened by pride. But history forgets what followed a drunken night, a careless insult, and a child conceived in fury.
A daughter.
From the moment she drew breath, it was as if she had been chosen.
Vhagar herself yields an egg for her cradle.
Daemon understands the omen.
His blood. His fire.
Visenya Ingrid Targaryen-Lady of Runestone. Bride of Winterfell. Regent of the North. Rider of a sapphire dragon nearly the size of Vhagar herself.
When the Dance of the Dragons begins, she is not a pawn in her father's war.
She is the storm above it.
Gods may flip coins for Targaryens.
Visenya makes her own fate.