@SoyVisenyalTargaryen
Sister-wife. I heard Vhagar’s thunder and knew you were home. It is better to have you here, we speak in fire or we do not speak at all, for neither of us has the patience for letters. I found myself questioning the winds, wondering what kept you from home for so long. Rhaenys has been restless, pacing the heights in search of your wing. As have the lords of this land, who fear your silence more than my commands. And as mayhaps have I, too.
My fierce and beloved sister, while the world sees only the gleam of Dark Sister and the shadow of Vhagar, my eyes see the woman who carries the weight of our legacy so that i may dance among the clouds. Do not think that because i fly far, my heart does not remain anchored to your side. You are the steel that guards my songs, Visenya, and i love you for every scar and every silent vigil you keep for us. Come, sister, find peace in my arms. I have missed the scent of your hair and the strength of your embrace more than the wind itself.
How could i ever forget the threads that bind us? Even in the highest currents, i feel the beat of your heart against mine. As for Aegon, let him be greedy, you know as well as i do that if he reaches the bed first, i shall have no trouble sharing every inch of it with both of you. After all, my hearth has always belonged to both of you, and nothing brings me more joy than being the bond that holds you both together. But do not think for a moment that i do not crave our stolen hours alone, dōna mandia. I miss the quiet of your chambers, the weight of your hair between my fingers as i braid it, and the way you listen to the poetry i read only for you. I am coming home to both of you, but i promise i will find a way to steal you away for a while, just to be your Rhaenys again.
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QUEEN VISENYA TARGARYEN
Lady of Dragonstone © / Book portrayal w personal headcanon's.
FIRSTBORN DAUGHTER OF AERION TARGARYEN & VALAENA VELARYON. She possessed the classical Valyrian features: long, silver-gold hair, which she often braided or bound up in rings, and purple eyes. A voluptuous and sensual woman, hers was a harsher, more austere beauty than her sister, Rhaenys. Some claimed that she dabbled in dark sorceries and played with poisons.