Aisha Velaryon is the youngest daughter of Corlys and Rhaenys. Their miracle baby. Only a year younger than Aegon and destined for greatness.
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Her Velaryon bloodline connected her to the water like no other Velaryon before. Aisha has the ability...
With a labored breath Viserys stepped out of the carriage only to collapse to the ground.
''Fetch the Maester!'' Harrold shouted.
''Get back.'' Lyonel demanded.
''Get Mellos! Get back!'' Harrold demanded.
'Prepare the crucible. We'll need leeches.'' Mellos remarked. Alicent watched as her husband fell to the ground, hoping for death.
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''Ser Criston... you've been summoned.''
''I left the Princess just minutes ago.'' Criston countered
''Not the Princess, ser. The Queen.''
"Ser Criston, Your Grace." A handmaiden said as the door swung open, Criston took cautious steps into the queens chambers.
''That will be all.'' Alicent agreed and passed off her screaming daughter, she wasn't fond of her children. ''I fear I must question you on a, on a delicate matter, Ser Criston.''
''I am your servant as always, my Queen.''
''It concerns our dear Princess Rhaenyra. Please.'' Alicent pat the spot next to her and waited for him to sit next to her. hesitantly he removed his sword from his hip and sat stiffly next to her.
''You are her sworn protector and rightly loyal to her.'' Alicent remarked.
''I am.''
''The night of Daemon's return... there's been a rumor... or rather, my father received an accounting of... a lapse of morals that may have occurred between... It is, of course, unthinkable for me to question the virtue of the Princess, whom I hold in highest regard, but, I-I, I did, however, wonder if... I'm not unaware that in flush of youth... there may be errors made...'' Alicent didn't know how to say it but she needed to know her father was a good and right man. Alicent let out a long sigh as she looked to Criston.
''breaches in resolve, breaches, or rather lapses...''
''It happened, Your Grace. The sin you allude to. I have committed it. At her instigation, it is true, but that should... It is no excuse.' Criston agreed as he stood up. ''My oath has been broken. I have dishonored myself. I deserve no consideration. But if... as a clement Queen, you are inclined to pity... I would ask only this... that rather than gelding me and having me tortured... you would sentence me mercifully to death.'' Criston offered.
''Thank you for your honesty, Ser Criston. You may go.'' Alicent informed him and he stared back at her but she seemed content.
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''Rest now, Your Grace. I will bring the leeches.'' Mello said as Viserys lay back exhausted and weak.
''If I may, Grand Maester, I took the liberty of preparing a fresh set of herbal poultices that might be more... effective.'' Maester Orwyle offered.
''That will not be necessary, Orwyle.'' Mellos assured ''The leechings have always brought His Grace relief." He assured as he headed out.
''To help him sleep.'' Orwyle offered the bottle popping the top to Lyonel.
''Where's the Queen?''
''I was given to understand that she is otherwise occupied, Your Grace.''
''Will I be remembered as a good king, Lyonel?'' Viserys said with a sigh.
''Your Grace?''
''What will they say of me when the histories are written? I have neither fought nor conquered, nor suffered any great defeat.'' Viserys remarked.
''Some might call that good fortune.''
''It hardly makes a good song, does it? To be sung at feasts in a hundred years... five hundred.'' Viserys said pathetically.
''You have carried King Jaehaerys's legacy. And kept the realm strong.'' Lyonel corrected but his answer didn't satisfy Viserys. ''Is it not better to live in peace than to have songs sung after you are dead?''
'Perhaps. But there is a part of me wishes I'd been tested. I often think that in the crucible, I may have been forged a different man.''
'' Many that are tested, only wish to have been spared it. ''
''Another lord might assure me that I would rise like Aegon the Conqueror given the chance.'' Viserys remarked bitterly.
''Your Grace, that is... You're right. You're right... as always." Lyonel told him.
''It is perhaps best not to know.'' Viserys countered drinking the potion.
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"Aisha can you try it again?" Laena asked sitting crossed legged in front of her. Aisha nodded holding her hand over the cup of water the cups surface rippled and a single drop of water emerged. "Aisha! That's wonderful!" Laena exclaimed.
"Laena!" Rhaenys hissed.
"Mama look!" Aisha declared and Rhaenys sighed her anger diffusing. She levitated the water bubble to her.
"I... does it hurt?' Rhaenys asked and Aisha quirked her head confused. "When you do that... what does it feel like Aisha?'
"Like me." Aisha answered.
"What do you mean?'
"Like... its apart of me."
"What is she mother?" Laena whispered.
"I don't know." Rhaenys admitted. "But we must not tell anyone."
"Why not?"
"Because... if people know of this.... Thing she can do. They will hurt her, or use her for their gain." Rhaenys told her honestly. "I don't want to lose my baby girl."
"You wont." Laena assured.
"Are you seeing this Laena?' Rhaenys demanded pointing at Aisha. "Look at her. She controls the waters."
"Velaryon roots run deep in her." Laena offered.
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