KING VISERYS and his second family was the first to leave Driftmark.
For Rhaenyra had a mission to do, something that would rid herself of her duties to Laenor and free him as well as her.
The heir and her eldest bastard stood at the balcony as they watched the King's ship voyage back to the Keep.
the wind blew on their faces, and there was a shared feeling of longing. but how dare they long those who've hurt them? how dare they long for Alicent Hightower and Visenya Targaryen?

"which dragon do you think she'll claim?" Jacaerys looked up to his mother, knowing Rhaenyra's promise to the princess earlier that day. It was clear he attempted to mask his fear—if she was able to form a bond with a large, dangerous dragon such as her brother's, he knew she'd come for him and his friends.
"I'm sure it will be a small one," she smiled, but there was an uncertainty in her words.

Meanwhile, in the ship, Visenya had been surrounded with her ladies pestering her with questions and waiting for commands, this annoyed the young girl. she was not ill, she had a wound that its pain had been subsided away as she was drunk as a horse of Milk of the Poppy. the girl could cut off her finger and not even blink.

"I must rest..." she babbled and waved her hand in the air, ordering everyone to leave her accommodations—only Elise remained as she was the closest to the princess.
"bastard lover, how dare he!" Visenya grumbled as she itched her stitches, "I hate all of them! all of those dirty bastards! and Jacaerys Velaryon—he's the worst of all of them, with his-his brown hair and his dragon!"

Elise listened and nodded along as she held her hands in front of her stomach, feeling awkward as the princess cursed the unpure bastards that walked in the same earth as she did. Being a bastard herself, Elise couldn't help but feel anger at the ten year old princess. "princess, mayhaps you are being a bit...harsh."

The princess grew red as she realized how scandalous she was being, she nodded, "you're right, I apologize Elise...I allowed my temper to guide my words." Visenya knew of her lady's nature, and to her it was unfair that someone so hard-working as Elise would be conceived in such a disgusting manner—it was not her fault, after all.

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The voyage was sickening for Visenya as she felt nauseous throughout the rest of the ride, her head throbbed and she felt sick off of Milk of the Poppy, continuously denying the liquid.

King Viserys had attempted to visit his daughter, but he never stayed long as Queen Alicent pushed him around and ordered for him to rest because of his terrible leprosy.
Otto Hightower paid his visits as well, webbing along his silk with the princess, like he did with his daughter.
his words were carefully spoken, praises falling from his lips too easily as he admired her capability of protecting Aemond during the fight.

Visenya took the praise with much pride, her ego pilling in significantly after being blown by being called a bastard lover and later on by being called out by her maid—due to the young lady's naivety she was suddenly blind to her senses that she could not feel the way Otto threaded in his words to turn her into but a puppet in a larger game she was yet to recognize.

"You must be sensible, Visenya, for you are the smartest among your siblings." he smirked before departing and Visenya smiled at the praise.
she was served another glass of Milk of the Poppy by the orders of her mother (who was counciled by Otto) and descended to sleep until they reached the Red Keep, where she was taken to her room.

The next morning, the news that Laenor Velaryon had been slain by his squire surrounded the realm. his only remains were his head in which was burned to a crisp when his body was found.
Rhaenyra did not mourn her husband, finding solace in her uncle, Daemon Targaryen when they soon married. A secret marriage, one the crown and many were unaware of—its only witness were the Maester and the prince and princess children.

it was rather convenient to many, including Visenya when she heard of the recent news that Laenor would die making way for Daemon and Rhaenyra's relationship—rumor had been, that the two were once infatuated with each other, long before they married their now deceased spouses.
plus, it seemed unbelievable to Visenya that Lord Qarl would kill his master when they seemed so...involved with eachother. Visenya had seen much times for herself, the times they practiced and their faces were too close in combat. the way they sang drunkly as they ran the halls of the Keep like young, immature boys.

and in all truth, Laenor had cut off his hair and fled with his squire to Essos when Daemon Targaryen allowed him the opportunity. it was a happy agreement on both Rhaenyra and his side—but not so much on Rhaenys, Laena and Laenor's mother who believed she had lost her two children within a week.
the woman was inconsolable as she cried on her husband's arm, or so Visenya heard.

"so it is true?" Visenya asked as her maid brushed her hair,  "Laenor is dead?" the maid nodded.
Queen Alicent was soon to make her appearance on Visenya's room, her expression vexed suddenly making the relaxed atmosphere of Visenya's room negatively cold. Ser Criston always a step behind her, his expression bore his conceiled ire at the revelation that Rhaenyra married that fool, Daemon.
Criston held a grudge like no other, or so it seemed.

"How are you, my daughter?" Alicent's cold fingers ran their miles against Visenya's cheeks, assessing over her wound which had thinned and began to slowly fade.
"it no longer hurts." Visenya shrugged, though it did throb when the noises echoed in her head. The Princess had grown quite apathetic, though the maesters reasurred she'd be back to normal within weeks.

"will you accompany me to the Sept?" Alicent asked and Visenya slightly scrunched her nose at the smell of the prickly sweet perfume her mother adored.
The Princess looked around as if she was lost before nodding along.

"where is your necklace?" Alicent asked as her eyes ghosted over Visenya's bare neck.
"I'll fetch it, Your Grace." the maid curtsied before hurriedly going over Visenya's drawers.

she returned seconds later, and Visenya's eyes did not recognize the golden sevenpointed star necklace her mother had gifted her.

"This is mine?" The Princess looked as her fingers clang to the star while the maid adjusted it.
"do you not remember?" Alicent furrowed her brows as she glared her youngest.

Visenya gulped, "I...I do, my mind has just been playing tricks on me." Visenys lied through her teeth

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Visenya's mind was a blur as she kept walking forward, being met with the warmness of the candlelit large Sept of the commonsfolk. Septa's hushed prayings could be heard, though Visenya could not make out any of it. she simply followed her mother blindly until they reached The Mother's statue.
Alicent lit two candles and Visenya followed her actions, though her arm jerked knocking some candles down unconsciously.

"Visenya!" Alicent grabbed her daughter's arm, though the girl was unresponsive. suddenly her knees buckled under her and she collapsed into her mother's arms, her body shaking uncontrollably.
Visenya's head hit the stone floors and Alicent's scream echoed against the marble walls, reverberating as the Septa's ran towards the Queen and the Princess.
Next were the guards stationed outside.
Loud prayers were heard, prayers for the Mother and the Maiden, prayers to the Stranger so that he would not take the young soul yet.
"do something!" Alicent snarled at the guards as they stood unknowingly of what action to take.

the episode in itself only lasted a few minutes before Visenya's body stopped, a pool of blood staining the floors as the stone under her head was cracked.
"oh Gods..." Alicent whispered with tears brimming her eyes as she hugged her daughter's body closer.

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and we're back (I'm gonna travel tomorrow but we'll be fully back by next week to my normal schedule)

since there's a six year time skip between the Driftmark chapter and the next chapter I'll take creative liberties to write some of my own plot or else the story would be short and boring (I promise some Jacaenya in them!)

also, if you guys know more about post traumatic seizures or just head trauma overall and see my writing as bad or things I could do to better it, please let me know! I want to do this right.