"He pulled her closer, his breath warm against her ear, 'We'll share many firsts together,' he whispered, sending shivers down her spine." ----- [OCxJACE] [OCxAEMOND] [ADULT RATING as story progresses] Visenya Targaryen, fourth child of Alicent Hightower, entered the world on a stormy night that seemed to echo the fierce spirit she would one day embody. The winds howled around the Red Keep, lightning split the sky, and rain hammered against the castle walls as if the gods themselves marked her arrival. The midwives whispered that such a birth heralded greatness-or calamity. The storm that had marked her birth seemed a fitting metaphor for her life. Visenya Targaryen, born in the midst of chaos, would rise to meet the tempest that loomed over her family and her realm. She was a dragon, after all, and dragons were meant to soar.