❀ 𝐀 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄 motherhood is war — chapter twenty-eight
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dragonstone, 110 AC visenya targaryen
Visenya hummed in thought as her eyes searched the dragon eggs displayed before her. None of them seemed to catch her attention — and no wonder why — none of them radiated any warmth no matter the fact that they were kept in warming chambers under constant fire.
"This is all of them?" She questioned the keepers at Dragonstone in perfect High Valyrian. The man standing to her left bowed his head. "Yes, Princess."
It came as a surprise for her — that there were so few eggs to choose from knowing that there are at least five female dragons alive who were capable of producing them.
And her unborn brother deserved the very best, according to her father at least. Visenya wondered how Viserys would react if he knew that the boy he was praying for will only live for a few hours before joining his mother in death.
Well, she will see his reaction soon enough she supposed.
Viserys sent her and Rhaenyra to Dragonstone to choose an egg for their brother — it did not matter that the egg would be useless because the boy will die — not that her father knew that, of course. So, despite herself, Visenya listened and came searching for a perfect egg.
Visenya stepped forward to inspect the eggs further. She softly ran her fingers over the cold scales until she picked up a golden egg with white and pink swirls.
"How do you know which egg to choose?" Rhaenyra questioned, stepping closer to her as she too looked at the eggs in wonder.
"You usually go for the warmer ones because that is a sign that they will hatch soon — but in this case, since none of them are warm, I choose based on my instinct, I guess," she responded with a shrug.
Visenya waited a long moment to see if something will change — if she will feel something — she waited for any kind of sign that the golden egg with white and pink swirls is special — but there were none.
She had once asked her grandfather Baelon how he knew which egg to choose — after all, Baelon picked eggs for both her and Rhaenyra — and both eggs hatched, giving the two of them Arrax and Syrax. Baelon had only laughed at her question, ruffled her hair, and said that it is all about a special feeling.
He said that she would know which egg is perfect as soon as she sees it.
But, Visenya felt nothing while holding the beautiful golden egg with white and pink swirls. She slowly put the egg down next to the rest and moved to inspect the others.
