VISENYA WAS ENRAGED. Anger boiling down her veins and going up to her head. Frustrated with her family (apart from Helaena and Jaeherys and Jaehaera, that was)  Why must she bear the weight of a union she did not wish for?
Yes, she wanted to follow her mother's footsteps as queen—after all, Rhaenyra might be the heir; but she knew the Council would burn Westeros down before the woman ever sat the Iron Throne. Otto Hightower had been training his younger granddaughter since she was a child, that was a fact.

If Aegon was to be king, Visenya knew that her brother would not be able to hold the weight of the crowd—Otto knew that of course, but what's better to the role of a king if not the man who whispers in his ear?
Aegon would be a puppet, and Otto had made the terrible mistake of thinking Visenya would ever be a pawn in his game such as he made her mother.

Visenya banged her hands in the vanity of her quarters, she wanted to kill Aegon, wanted to scream and unleash her rage to all of King's Landing—show her true colors concealed by a thin veil formed by carefully crafted lies. But alas, Visenya would bid her time. The king would soon die, and undoubtedly a war would occur between who'd sit the Iron Throne.

Would the traditions of Westeros persevere? Or would the king's words prevail instead? That was part of the mystery to Visenya.
Would they curse or praise Visenya if she ascended the throne with a golden circlet, hand in hand with her rapist of a brother? Would they call out Rhaenyra's name in the time of war, or would she be a forgotten name in history books?

The princess looked at her reflection in the mirror, darkened eyes fueled by rage, her silver hair cascading down her shoulders such as a waterfall. Bruised knuckles that clenched around her vanity.
Her mind was a storm, the shadows whispered to her countless voices each counciling the girl with different suggestions. They'd curse her and laugh as she grasped her sanity closer to her chest.

Visenya downed a cup of wine, an attempt to mute the various voices. She glanced at the vanity upon hearing a squeak, "fucking rodents." She'd curse, grabbing a letter-opener and impaling the creature.

Visenya called upon a servant, asking for the corpse to be removed from her room before its stench would be made permanent. She wished to leave her room, but the threat of Rhaenyra's bastards roaming around the castle along with Baela Targaryen and her twin sister, or even worse, Ganna Grafton and her high-pitched voice was dissatisfying to say the least.

She sighed, she wished to train with Aemond. To drown out her anger with the clashing of swords and the constant bickering between the two. Yes, they always resulted with Aemond winning both the duel and the bickering—but at least Visenya could slap his face and be done with it.
No matter how hard she trained, she could never beat Aemond.

Fuck the bastards, she decided. She knew the whereabouts of her brother; the courtyard. If she met with her half-side of the family she'd ignore them. If she met with Ganna Grafton she'd send her away as she always did and listen to her mother's lesson after.

"Lady Baela." Visenya gave the girl a fake smile upon running with her around the hallways.
"Princess," The girl cladded in royal blue replied with a smirk, her eyes lingering for far too long on where the scar in Visenya's face remained.
Oh, how Visenya wished to tear that smile off her face; how she wished to grab a blade and completely disfigure the girl as she had done Visenya.

It all dated back to Baela, of course. Had she not received a blow to the head, she would not have a head trauma, so she would not have suffered the incident in the Sept, and more importantly—her blood would still flow in its crimson red as all normal humans did.

Baela had felt remorse for doing what she had done that day, of course she did. But she still disliked the princess for the way she acted, oh, if they only knew they were more similar than what met the eye.
Perhaps then, they'd be great friends.
"Lady Rhaena." Visenya's eyes directed to Baela's youngest twin, who had finally catched up to her sister.

"Princess." Rhaena bowed her head awkwardly, at least one of them is able to behave accordingly. Thought Visenya as she nodded once and walked away in utter disdain.

The courtyard was full of people, knights trained. Onlookers walking and speaking with one another.
And of course, the two bastard brothers that had come to see where they used to train years ago.
Lucerys was nervous to the scrutinizing looks of the people. Jacaerys held his head high, no matter how the whispering made him uncomfortable.

And in the corner of his eye, he catched her.
Her beautiful silver locks, the dark green colors of her dress, and that unmistakable apathetic look to her face. Gods how he hated it, how could a person look impeccable as she did?

Mayhaps it was the Targaryen purity, the god complex every and each Targaryen possessed and wielded like a sword of their own. She didn't need a dragon to boast about, not when she was one herself.
"Fancying the princess that would  rather stick a dagger through your throat than to look at you?" Lucerys Velaryon teased with his devilish grin.

Oh, he heard all about his aunt after Jacaerys's return. How she was a brute underneath that graceful facade. How she was nothing but a pretender, and a pretty one at that. But Lucerys had no interest in the rich pearls Visenya adorned, in her graceful ways and a smile that would send men falling to their feet and wishing to feel the graceful touch of The Realm's Emerald. Lucerys had his eyes on Rhaena Targaryen, her true gentleness as she played with Joffrey and his youngest brothers.

Mayhaps the two bastard brothers did share more similarities than the last name of a father who did not place the seed into their mother's womb. The two were unmistakably in love, one was simply more stubborn than the other.

Jacaerys scoffed at Luke's comment, "I'd carve my own eyes if they're to be met with her own with anything but pure hatred." He rolled his eyes. "Visenya may fool the realm, but we know the apple does not fall far from the tree."

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hey guys, sorry for disappearing! I actually got grounded for like a day but so much is happening in my life I highkey lost the motivation to write for a bit but there shall be more updates!