Visenya Targaryen, second to her name, was referred to as the most generous and benevolent queen in Westeros history. She has always loved her people, even though she took the crown in the last days of her life. Her compassion was already reflected...
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(Weirwood tree in Red Keep)
(The italics are high valyrian)
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I was with Rhaenys making that art they call the tenter. I've always hated that. But after my two-week punishment, I was definitely used to it. My fingers are often damaged by needles. But after a while I got used to it.
Rhaenys:
"Visenya, something I want to tell you."
"What happened? Or am I doing badly?"
I wanted to make my father's dragon Caraxes. Rhaenys, with a smile:
"It's going pretty well for now, Visenya. What I wanted to tell you was something else."
"I am listening."
"I think I'm... pregnant."
I looked at my sister as my eyebrows furrowed. I was going to have a nephew or nice. My mouth opens slightly, Rhaenys:
"Nobody knows yet. Corlys included."
"This is incredible Rhaenys. I'm becoming aunt, I'm becoming aunt."
I threw thing in my hand and hugged my sister. My sister:
"It's more recent. I wanted you to hear it first."
"Thank you, Rhaenys."
"I'll tell Corlys tonight. And then the rest of our family."
"I can already imagine it. Targaryen white and silver hair, purple violet eyes."
"Well I have a long time ahead of me. Let's see what kind of baby it will be?"
We smiled. It was really nice to see her in a happy marriage. Her marriage was happy and she would now have a baby. To future King or Queen.
I left her alone with Lord Corlys for dinner. I joined my father and mother. But the meal was quieter than ever, and my father was drinking more than ever. Finally, I asked that tense question:
"How was your day daddy?"
My father stared at his glass for a while. Then he turned to me. With a crooked and insincere smile:
"I can tell you it's been tough. The council is busy these days."
I nodded. As I continue to eat. My mother:
"Has the king made a firm decision?"
"Yes. It will be announced in two weeks."
"I don't want you to go, Aemon."
"Where is my father going?"
"Jocelyn, later."
My mother nodded. My father looked at me and smiled as I frowned. I hope my mom has nothing to worry about.
