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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Laya put on my gray dress. A blue belt was worn over my stomach. She gathered my hair from top and braided it. Laya:
"I don't want you to join in tournament. The excitement may not be good."
"Don't worry Laya. The baby is healthy and I believe it."
After putting on my jewelry, I entered the nursery. Laena and Laenor had already leave. Daenerys:
"Why is my dad competing in the tournament?"
"He represents our House, Daenerys. You and Cregan will do it one day."
"Mom, why can't I come?"
Cregan got on my knee. Mixing his brown hair:
"I don't want you to see the aggression there. This is different from the North. Here they fight for fun. Not for honor."
"But Daenerys is coming."
"Because she's old enough to watch."
"Mom..."
"We won't discuss that, Cregan."
I gave it to Laya and walked out of the nursery with Daenerys. As we made our way to the royal box where we were sitting, Daenerys said:
"Can we go see my dad?"
"Why?"
"I want to wish him luck."
I rolled my eyes and led him to the tent where the knights were preparing. There were tents in colors representing each household. I entered the tent that was brown and had a silver wolf on it. Rickon was waiting in his armor. Daenerys:
"Dad."
Rickon said to me as I hugged her:
"Why did you come?"
"Daenerys wanted to wish her luck."
"Good luck dad."
"It's nice that my little wolf wishes me luck."
Rickon kissed our daughter's nose. Daenerys:
"One day I'll go to arena just like you."
"I know. You'll be a great warrior like your mother."
"Good luck, husband."
I kissed him. Daenerys, disgusted by this, I smiled. Rickon:
"Don't be late."
"Certainly."
When we got out of the tent, Daenerys said:
"Isn't that the Targeryen crest, Mama?"
I looked at the tent she was pointing at. In distress:
"Yes. The tent of my cousin Daemon, king's brother."
