𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝙺𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝙸 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝙼𝚢 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎
Knight Cole. That's what she had always called him ever since he was placed in her sisters service and then hers. Rhaenyra Targaryen didn't like any of Alicent children but one. Visenya. Visenya Targaryen was Viserys first born child with Alicent. She was a Targaryen through and through. She was what everyone thought queen Visenya Targaryen looked like and was like in her time. Since the moment she could pick up a sword her training began. Her mother gave the king the sons he had always wanted but neither of the last three children held the Targaryen traits like her and Rhaenyra.
Her grandfather Otto Hightower wanted to marry her off to the North to Cregan Stark, heir to Winterfell. She refused, stating she was still young. The girl was ten and five, Aegon was ten and three as was Haelena, and Aemond who was two years younger than Aegon and Helaena. Two sons and two daughters. Otto wanted Aegon to be the new heir, he was the son the king had always wanted. And now, he had him. So, he planned to marry Aegon to Visenya if a match with Cregan was not made but the young girl begged her father not to have them married. "That is the Targaryen way, Visenya" her grandfather said as he tried to convince her.
She took a deep breathe. "And I don't care. I don't want to marry him! Why must I marry him?" she asked. "Can't I marry someone of my choosing?" she asked. "It must be a high born lord. Like Cregan Stark perhaps? Lord Lannister?" her mother said. Visenya wouldn't hear more as she stood up and walked away, leaving everyone in the room with loud signs. Ser Criston Cole followed behind her as he always did. "I wish to be alone right now, Knight Criston" she said as she kept walking. "I'm sorry, princess. But it's my duty to go anywhere you go" he said as he walked behind her. She sighed knowing it would be in vain to try and convince him.
"Let's go then" the knight followed behind. They rode far away from the keep, other guards following from a distance. "What's on your mind, princess?" he asked as he stood beside her. "Grandfather wishes for me to marry Aegon" she replies. "Do you want to?" He asked. "No" she whispered. "And mother wants me to marry Lord Stark or perhaps even a Lannister" she added. "You want me to kill him?" he asked with a smile. She tried but couldn't stop the smile appearing on her lips. "Although I appreciate the thought, I'm sure we cannot get rid of the lord of Winterfell or the Lord of Casterly Rock. Although, getting rid of Jason might solve other problems" she said as she galloped farther from the keep.
"I want to be free. I want to fight and win many wars. I don't want to be married to someone I do not love" she replied. "What do you love the most in the world, Knight Cole?" she asked. "That's easy. Myself" she smiled and nodded. "We must return" she said before riding back to the Keep. In her return, she found Rhaenyra and her children. Their uncle Daemon walking with her. "Sister, nephews. Uncle" she said with a mischievous smile. "Well, if it isn't my favorite warrior and niece" she smirked. "Uncle. I've missed you" she said as he hugged her. "I've miss you too love" he replied. "Nyra, I've missed you as well. How's Laenor?" she asked as she hugged her nephews.
"He is well. He's with his lord father at the moment but he'll arrive soon" she nodded. "Walk with me, uncle" Daemon nodded as he led her to the gardens. "What's the matter, Vis?" he asked. "I wish to leave. Maybe travel to the free cities see the world on Tyraxes" she replied. "Why?" he asked. "Father and grandfather wish for me to marry Aegon. I do not wish to do so" she replied. Daemon looked at her, waiting for more. "I want to run away" she added. "Why won't you marry Aegon?" he asked. "Cause I don't love him like that. He's my brother and that is it. I don't feel nothing more than sisterly love towards him" she replied. "Marry me then, I'll let you be free and do as you wish" Visenya was taken aback but she considered it.
"But I- I am in love with another, uncle" Daemon knew she was. Criston wasn't so subtle as her. "I know. Ser Cole is not as subtle as you but no one notices" she smiled. "Well, you know me. I like my whores and you like your knight. We have a children or two to keep the suspicions away" she nodded. It was something that could help them both. Criston was a member of the Kingsguard. He could not marry nor have any children but he wanted all of that with her. She told him, the plan he didn't like it at first. He ignored and she being as stubborn as him and perhaps even more she went on with the plan. She married Daemon in secret and against her father, their wedding was the Targaryen way.
Soon after, the two left for Dragonstone, allowing the king to calm down after the childish thing they had done. When they returned a year later, the couple returned with two sons. Baelon and Jaehaerys Targaryen. They were their fathers sons through and through. Viserys anger went out the window as soon as he saw the boys. Criston couldn't keep his eyes from her. She didn't speak to him nor acknowledge his existences. As soon as they came they left. Daemon wasn't bad a company as she came to see as did the rogue prince. Daemon couldn't keep his hands from her. When they came back, nearly four years later the princess was a mother once again. Princess Shaera was born a year after her brothers. Then two years later came Daeron and Alyssane.
Viserys Targaryen was proud of her. Although she married her uncle without her father's permission she made a life for herself. She gave the Targaryen family five more members and they all looked Targaryen. There was talk that Rhaenyra's children were bastards but she didn't concern herself with that, they shared the Targaryen blood anyway. It was then, that Criston finally approached her. Five years later. "Knight Cole" she said. "Princess" he said. "How can I be of service?" she asked. "I simply wanted to see how the princess has been all this time? Is she happy?" he asked. "She's happy. She's content. Her lord husband loves her. He gives her all she desires" she replies with with a smile on her face. "I'm glad, my princess is happy" he says before walking away.
Visenya didn't know how it happened. One day her father was healthy and the next he was gone. And then, her brother sat himself upon the throne. Rhaenyra was the heir, the only queen she would accept. Everything was falling and she didn't know who would survive. Visenya wanted to stay out of it, Daemon surprisingly agreed. Daemon's children with his late wife Laena we're safe in Summerhall. Her home, given to her by her father. Visenya loved war but she knew this war was not hers until it was. Her brother sent assassins for her children, that made him her enemy. That made her whole family her enemy. Her children were sent away to Dorne, without anyone's knowledge she made allies with Dorne who backed her up, soon enough so did the North and the Velaryons. She led the rebellion that ended the dance of the dragons before it got worse. Rhaenyra died, her children died, and her husband Laenor did alongside Ser Harwin. Aegon, her brother thought he had won.
His sister marched to King's Landing killing everyone who attempt to stop her, Daemon stood by her side, the two killing people who stood in their way. As her brother and his army came face to face, the war began. Daemon killed Aemond and got severely injured. She killed Aegon, Helaena Targaryen died while trying to escape, the sea was not as forgiving as her sister would've been if she had stayed. Daemon Targaryen at last became king, and beside him his wife, Visenya Targaryen the warrior queen. Daemon didn't marry thinking he would become king, that was Rhaenyra but it seemed Visenya was the chosen one.
Ser Cole was in the cells and when she found out she freed him. Turns out, her father thought she would be a better queen as well. Ser Cole was gonna deliver the letter when he was caught by the Hightower knights. Her feelings for him came back like a flood after not seeing him for sometime. She had been married to Daemon for ten years. She was now twenty and five. Daemon could see that she still loved him, so, he allowed her to marry him as well. It would be like Aegon but instead of having two wives she would have two husbands.
She married Criston the two sealed their union. "With this kiss I pledge my love" the two said before kissing. "Do you remember the question you asked me ten years ago?" he asked. "I asked you many questions throughout our time together" she replied with a smile. "You asked me 'what do you love the most in the world?' Do you remember?" she nodded. "Back then I said myself. I lied" he took a deep breath. "I love you the most. You are the greatest gift I could have ever received" she pulled him in for a kiss.
The realm, oddly enough accepted it. Soon after, their first children was born. Prince Viserys was his mother, while his sister, Daenerys was her father daughter. She had dark hair and lilac eyes. Rhaenys was born two years after. Daemon loved his wife, and she loved him. Criston loved his lady wife and she loved him. Rhaenyra came a year after her sister. When the princess turned thirty and two she gave birth to Laenor, and Laena, who shared their fathers eyes, and beautiful golden skin color, but their mothers snow white hair. Her last children with daemon were born two years after Laena and her twin. Rhaegar and Rhaella.
House Targaryen grew stronger under Queen Visenya's rule. With more than seventeen grown dragons and twenty two baby dragons. Their family grew with fifteen children counting Baela and Rhaena, Daemon's children with Laena.
Baelon, Jaehaerys, Shaera, Daeron, Alyssane, Rhaena, Baela, Viserys, Daenerys, Rhaenys, Rhaneyra, Laenor, Leana, Rhaegar and Rhaella. House Targaryen didn't end with her, and her legacy, would live on for a very long time. Now, house Targaryen had enough people to change the outcome of Harrenhal and what came after. All thanks to queen Visenya Targaryen II.
Visenya knew happy endings were rare but real. She had her own. Married to the two men she loved. The two men she had ever loved and will always love. Until the end of her days.
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