VISENYA DID NOT ACCOMPANY her mother as the Silent Sisters wrapped him for ceremony, nor did she spent her hours meandering the streets of Silk in search for  her brother-betrothed.
She did not break the news to her dear sister either, for she expected her mother to do so.
No, her task was much more difficult.

Sitting in her room, Visenya was forced to wait it all play out. She paid little thought to the whispers of the maids as they arranged the room. Nor she paid attention to the condolences of her ladies-in-waiting. In fact, she ordered them to bother whoever else with their needless gossip and their words of fake support.

She had her own thoughts to keep her company, a dangerous thing to do. But Visenya longed to play with fire. If they were not her dragon, then may they be the dangers that lingered on her mind.
She had two options, she could do the right thing. She could side with Rhaenyra, her older sister—the woman who had promised her any dragon that would bond with Visenya, to live her life and not marry Aegon who would make a poor king and even a worse husband.

Or she could do what was expected of her, she could lay spare by her family's orders. She could watch as the  Seven Kingdoms descended into chaos with Aegon's ruling and her grandsire's schemes she did not even know about. She did not wish to watch as her kingdom descended into tyranny, nor did she wish to watch as her people died when word of supporting Rhaenyra came to fruition.

She did not wish to become her brother's broodmare, where he would place his squirmish seed inside her before going on his night escapedes and fucking countless of whores. Is that the life her mother had planned for her? to become another one of Aegon's little whores?

Did her mother speak the truth, did Viserys truly wish for Aegon to be heir when not a night ago he advocated for Rhaenyra in the petition?

But on the other side, supporting Rhaenyra would be...hell, it would be supporting evil in itself. It would be supporting a bastard's ascension of the Iron Throne. That was disgraceful in itself. But then again, she imagined Jacaerys would make a better king than Aegon.

She would be a traitor either way. A traitor by turning her head each and every time a commoner spoke his beliefs and opinion and wounded up dead in a ditch—she had audited when her grandsire sent the Lord of a  House was sent to die for the suspicion he'd warn Rhaenyra.
Or a traitor to her mother, to her family that she so hated and loved above all else. A traitor to Helaena, her dearest sister she knew would stay in place.

Visenya was not a good person, she knew that. She was a fake, a phony. But usurpation? Or was it truly her father's wish. Surely not. Nothing made sense to her anymore. Her head ached, her veins grew cold, her very eyes grew heavy.

The decision came to her mind. Let her be a traitor, let them write that Visenya II Targaryen betrayed her own family, that she had thrown away the crown in the name of...in the name of goodness. That she had fought for her freedom, for the idea of a dragon.

Siding with Rhaenyra posed her better advantages anyways.

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"Open them." Visenya ordered the guards in front of Rhaenys quarters sternly. The hour was late, Visenya still debated whether her decisions were worth it.

"In order of the—"

"The Queen asks me to question the princess once more, before the prince is to be crowned. Do you seek to anger her grace, do you wish to anger me?" There was a murderous streak in Visenya's eye. The guards did not know why, but the Targaryen girl scared them much more than the Queen or the Hand. It scared them like Aemond scared them, for Visenya did not resort to shouting. She was calm.

And something in them called for them to let her pass through the doors.

"I have already answered your mother." Rhaenys nearly scoffed upon Visenya's silent entrance. Any sight of the Hightower royals were enough to cause her a headache. Evil broods they were, each and every one of them.

"I have not come to ask for your support." Visenya would speak in her usual stern and oddly discomforting cold manner. Her hands tucked into one another as she ripped the skin around her nails to shred.

"Then why have you come?" Rhaenys posed the challenge.

"Rhaenyra must know I side with her." There Rhaenys could see amongst the dark. The slight tremble of Visenya's chin. The child was scared, perhaps to mutter such words she must've found obscenities.

"If you manage to escape-" Visenya was cut off by the door opening. Her heart fell right above her ribcage in the fear it was one of her family. But, it was Ser Erryk Cargyll who had entered the room third, a robe in his hand.

"Princess Visenya?" Erryk frowned, wondering why the Princess he was assigned to protect weeks before this all commenced had managed to escape the safety of her quarters. Could she have evaded him before like Aegon did Arryk?

"You should be guarding my quarters." Visenys replied with her own raise of brow. Looking at the robe she understood why her doors were suddenly left unattended. She swore it was one of the Seven's casting down their luck.

"Will the two of you state your claims as to why you're here?" Rhaenys could nearly roll her eyes if it was not unpolite to do so.

Erryk's eyes left Visenya, "I cannot let this treachery stand." He nodded towards Rhaenys.
"Princess, I must announce my regrets to leave you. But I must not betray my honor and stand idly as I see this occurring."

"It is of no consequence, Ser Erryk, I was...announcing my own wish of departure." Visenya stated with a sigh. At least that made three.

"Then forgive me princess, for I have only brought one cloak meant for princess Rhaenys." Erryk pointed to the cloak in his hand.

Rhaenys glanced towards Visenya, grasping at her wrist. "Is this one of your grandsire's schemes? Tell me now, child or so help the Mother—"

"I wish to leave this place, Rhaenys. Do not treat me as though I am my grandsire's puppet. I have no wish to allow my kingdom to descend into chaos or tyranny any longer!" Visenya attempted to pull away from her cousin's tight grasp but her attempt was feeble.

"Then I shall come back for you." Rhaenys announced in a whisper, her eyes set dead on the Targaryen princess with a new sense of respect and urgency.

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Rhaenys had disappeared with Ser Erryk, Visenya was anxious as dawn approached.
She ignored the questions of Ser Erry's sudden disappearance, claiming her innocence as though she was in deep slumber as the maids dressed her.

"You will be Queen, that's the one title every young lady has ever dreamed of!" One of her lady-in-waiting's giggled. Oh, how feeble and naive were their dreams. How small they were in comparison to Visenya's own. Visenya's dream was to sit the Iron Throne. Not to be fucked heirs by her husband year after year and watch as her children descended into madness.

Though, if she was to be Queen, she would wish she was half the woman her namesake was. A warrior, a conqueror, mayhaps even a witch as they whispered in the darker tales of Visenya the Conqueror.
But those were not the plans of her grandsire.

"I am the luckiest woman of the realm then, the one every young lady in the Seven Kingdoms will wish to be." Visenya cocked an eyebrow as her corset was tightened. Her ladies-in-waiting's showed their unfamiliarity with the princess by not noticing the sarcastic tone in which she spoke. All but one, Arianne Tarth, the forward burly lady, had glanced at the princess suspiciously; but for once she remained quiet and did not speak her mind.

Visenya found there were more allies that she could count on than she previously believed,

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ITS HAPPENING GUYS OMG OMG OMG
also, hope Visenya changing her mind and joining the Blacks was not so forward and fast.
I hope you all know she's not developing some love or respect for Rhaenyra's side, she's being selfish in her own way and I hope that shows 😣  (that girl does not wanna marry Aegon omfg)

I also need her to have things to do during the war and it simply cannot be sitting around the Keep. My girl needs her long awaited dragon and the bastard she claims to hate 😪