The Dragon and the Rose // Aemond Targaryen

Viserra Targaryen, a heralder of death at her very birth. A sweet flower none knew was the harbinger of doom from her bloody inception. Growing into a gentle child, enamored with flowers and jewels a girl seeking to redeem herself from those misdeeds, with the means offered to a young woman in the Seven Kingdoms
Alas, without the gentle hand of a mother, her loving embrace or her protective nature children can only grow wayward. Viserra. The Rose of the Realm, red as the blood of her house words. A child the singers dubbed the fairest flower in all the realm. Seen by all those except the one who's attentions she truly desires, reviled by him for her original, carnal sin. Kinslayer, he called her often as so many in their line unconsciously were.
The Red Keep reeks with the sins of the those who inhabit it. Greed, pride, lust and worst of all wrath without the careful hand of the Green Queen hands grasp for the throne unfettered. May the Gods help them all.