DESPERATION SUNK in Ganna's mind as she could see the prince dancing with that pompous cunt, Visenya Targaryen. Gods, what was it with these people that made them so drawn to the princess?! All suitors the Grafton girl once had were all driven away because of a princess they could never have! Even Prince Jacaerys was in this spell Visenya had set over Westeros, could they not realize she had already been betrothed to her brother? Repulsive was the princess for agreeing to such a nauseating betrothal.
Lady Ganna snarled in rage as she set down the glasses fillled to the brim with wine for Jacaerys. Her plans on getting the prince drunk and sleeping with her ruined, she had lost a marriage between her and the heir's heir by that superficial bitch and her silver locks.
Visenya Targaryen would pay, for taking yet another possible suitor from the Grafton girl.
Ganna left the ballroom and ran to the stables, her heels almost breaking as she turned. "My lady?" A stableboy asked, "has something occured?"
"no, just a heartbreak, that is all." and a plan to become Queen consort.
"I see, well. My own lady left me a few days ago, so I suppose I know how you feel." the young stableboy smiled sadly at the remembrance of his lover parting from him to marry a man of better wealth.
"no, you don't get it." Ganna laughed condensingly, "but that's all the better for you," She looked at him, he was a pretty piece, a dirty one, but pretty regardless.
"well, I have ears to listen to, if you'd like to unburden yourself." Ganna's eyes traveled through the malnourished boy and licked her teeth. "It will take more than ears to unburden myself." she mused, her hands traveling to the boy's jaw so he'd face her. Ganna pushed him back onto the stables, her footsteps close behind.
"my lady?" the boy asked confused as he was throw in a pile of hay. He looked uncomfortable and weak, he was weak when he was a simple commoner.
Ganna was all stress, and why not take it out by unburdening herself in this pretty common thing?
"my lady that is not what Iโ" Ganna pushed her lanky fingers to the wide eyed boy's lips, "you said you'd unburden me, correct?"
"pay me a favor, will you?" Lady Ganna asked as the stableboy laced her dress with shaky hands from all that ocurred. Traumatized by the events that transpired when he had made it abundantly clear he did not mean laying with the Grafton lady, but he complied. She was wealthier than he could ever imagine, and if anything, she could say she was taken advantage of instead of him.
"y-yes?"
"Break the wheel of the princess's carriage, don't make it noticeable though." Ganna had a plan on her head, and now she had a toy in her hands.
"princess's Visenya?" the stableboy said with fright, poor was he, whom held no power over the situation.
"of course princess Visenya you fool!" Ganna rolled her eyes, how stupid was this man?
"but, my lady, this might get me in trouble! It's an act of treason!" Wyle protested. "And i-its not even my job to take care of the princess's carriages, its her own coachman who takes care of it, I merely help with some tasks!"
"The princess requests it." Ganna told him, "I am her friend, and she wishes to gain more...sympathetic remarks." She smiled convincingly to the poor boy, her fingers playing with the curls of the boy she slept with. He may be stupid and dirty, but Gods did he make her want to scream and moan.
"I see..." Wyle looked confused, but the lady was at the event, she must've truly been a secret messenger from the princess. "you'll do it for me then?" Ganna looked at him, waiting some reassurance.
"I am a loyal servant to the princess." Wyle bowed.
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The following morning, Visenya woke up surprised to see that the prince had not taken off with his dragon yet. Though they acted amicable last night, it was clear that this was all for the public, for they could not show discord being in the same house...Right?
It seemed so genuine though, their laughs and the dance they shared. When he placed his cloak on her shoulders and gave her that witty smile. But it was wrong, his very nature was wrong in the eyes of the Godsโin the eyes of her mother.
When Alicent grew pregnant of her first child, her father, Otto Hightower instilled the fear that once Rhaenyra took the throne she'd kill her children. And Alicent lived and breathed that fear like it was branded upon her own skin. And once her children came of age, that fear was instilled onto them.
But Aegon was too drunk to care, Aemond was too proud to belive such a thing, Helaena was too distracted with her differing passtimes to pay attention, Daeron was sent to Oldtown before he could ever speak. Those notions were subconsciously there, though they'd pretend otherwise.
All that was left was Visenya, her sweet baby daughter. Who'd listen to every single word that left her mother's mouth. That would not complain when asked to visit the Sept with her queen and that would support her mother throughout every decision.
And so, that fear was also branded onto the youngest princess of House Targaryen. Though her instincts said otherwise.
So yes it was wrong, Jacaerys was a bastard though the kingdom would turn blind eyes at every point and turn. His mother would decimate her and her siblings so they'd not take the throne, his brother took her brother's eye and was left unpunished. Jacaerys Velaryon was the final name she'd whisper every night, right after Baela Targaryenโthe people who caused her to be what she is. With a broken head and the cursed blood that came as an act of sorcery right below the ceilings of a sacred place. In the world she lived in, it was kill or be killed. But Visenya was a rebel as she made herself strong, and she couldn't not resist the warmth of his slightly crooked smile, nor his honey sweet words that cascaded down the cracks of his teenage voice.
"Your grace, your carriage is ready." Elise curtsied as Visenya contemplated in front of her mirror.
"Thank you, Elise." Visenya smiled kindly as she accompanied her loyal servant down the halls of the Eyrie.
"Princess, I hope your stay here was as magnificent as having your presence." Lady Jeyne Arryn smiled kindly with Jessamyn Redfort standing a few feet behind. Visenya had suspicions of the two ladies, but she found their relationship quite endearing nonetheless.
"I can assure you, Lady Jeyne, that I don't think any place else will offer me as much hospitality as you did. It was a pleasure seeing the Vale for myself." Visenya returned her smile, "and Lady Jessamyn, I do expect another invitation for cake and tea so we can turn to gossip once more." Jessamyn winked playful at the princess.
"Prince Jacaerys." Visenys acknowledged the prince, who stood close to see the princess off before departing to the next place, Vermax a few feet behind.
"Princess Visenya." Jacaerys could not hide that witty smile as the two acted courteous.
Visenya turned her back without a word after her acknowledgment, getting into her carriage and driving off. "Should her carriage wobble like so?" Jacaerys commented to Lady Jeyne who saw how the princess's carriage seemed to the brink of falling apartโit surely didn't look like so when she arrived, and The Vale had some of the best men always taking care of the carriages, especially those of guests.
"It could be the stones." Jessamyn wondered, the Vale was a mountainous region with pebbles and rocks laid everywhere. Jacaerys felt unease, "Lady Jeyne, would it be much a bother if I overstayed my stay? Just for a few hours?"
"You are more than welcome to stay as long as you'd like, my prince." Jeyne bowed her head to the prince.
It seems as though Prince Jacaerys's suspicions were right, the carriage had broken about an hour after Princess Visenya and her entourage left the premises of the Eyrie. It had been in a wooded trail, and fortunately enough Visenya did not come out of it harmed. She did took a nasty fall as the carriage tumbled sideways, leaving her hair a mess and yet another nasty bump in her head. "Your grace!" the bannerman behind her shouted as Elise was already trying to get the princess out of the royal rubbleโthankfully, the princess's maid was always with her care.
"I'm fine, I'm fine!" Visenya exclaimed, her visin blurry and sensitive to the light above her. Her ears rung as everyone came with bustling sounds to her aid.
"We've sent a man to the Eyrie to alert the Lady Wardeness." Her knight informed.
"I shall travel to the Eyrie back to the Eyrie as well." Visenya groaned. "And how will that be accomplished? You have no carriage!" Elise threw her hands up in the air, stranded in the middle of nowhere. How unfortunate.
"I will travel by horseback." Visenya offered a solution, and the knights had to conceal a snicker, they did favor their heads to be attached to their neck after all.
"You are in no such state!" Elise exclaimed protectively like a mother. "You don't know the way, and princesses don't ride off horses alone!"
"Then a squire can be my escort, he'll show me the way! Surely you don't expect me to wait for hours on end until a carriage arrives! And I'd rather not bother Lady Jeyne by asking for a personal belonging of her own." Visenya offered solutions.
"Princess, you hit your head. You're balancing yourself on a tree for you cannot stand on your own without falling to the floor. I will not allow you to do such foolishness." Elise crossed her arms defiantly.
"I shall go." Visenya rebeled against the voice of wisdom.
"You will do no such thing." Elise shot back.
"I am the princess! You are sworn to me, you obey me! Do not think you have the power to tell me what I can or cannot do simply because I allow you to step close to me, Elise." Visenya shot back the final blow, reminding Elise she was nothing but a servant. She was not Visenya's mother, though she took care of her like one.
"And if you get yourself killed?" Elise asked as Visenya approached one of her white cloaks.
"Then I do hope they will sing songs about me." Visenya shot at Elise. "Now, give me your sword." Visenya told the knight with authority.
"Princess, what good will a sword do when you do not know how to wield it?" The white cloak questioned, reluctant to hand over his sword.
"Do you question my authority, Ser Alan?" Visenya asked frustratedly, her head still rang. Her footsteps wobbled as she tried to keep up the appearance of a brave woman such as her namesake.
"No, princess." The knight sighed, handing over his steel sword. "I will need your armor as well." Visenya raised an eyebrow. Ser Alan was a young member of the Kingsguard, he was smaller in size and width.
"and your horse." Visenya demanded awkwardly with the amount of shameful orders she was giving.
Elise closed her eyes in frustration, this went against everything! Every royal code she'd known disregarded right before her eyes.
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