The Red Viper and Dragon Princess Edit

Prologue: Part Four

My name is Visenya Targaryen.

I was born the bastard daughter of King Aerys Targaryen the Second and his mistress, Lady Arrana Umber, sister to Greatjon, Lord of Last Hearth. I became a Princess only moments after my birth and my aunt, Queen Rhaella, treated me like a daughter.

As I grew, I eventually outclassed my own brother, the crown Prince, Rhaegar. For years as I made alliances with our vassals and Rhaegar lost his mind to prophecy, my mother feared there would be another Dance of Dragons. Not to sound arrogant, but I would have won.

When I was six and ten, I met a man.

Prince Oberyn was the younger brother to Elia Martell, who had been chosen as my brothers bride. He was handsome with salty dornish skin, dark brown hair and eyes that looked almost black but were warm. He was so passionate about life that I couldn't stay away from him. A mere year later, his sister wed my brother and shortly after, I went to Dorne after Oberyn found out he was a father.

We fell in love.

I grew to love his daughters, of which I had saved his eldest Obara from the pleasure houses and before I left to return to Kings Landing, they thought of me as their mother. To avoid execution, they could not call me that out loud, so instead, they called me naneth. It meant mother in another language, which was unknown to Westeros, but I had grown up speaking in my youth.

I was almost made my brothers bride, a thing I had feared all my life. Only through the bravery of another house, another Lord, would my life be spared the same fate as Queen Rhaella. Hoster Tully aided me due to my friendship with his daughters and a future favor, of which I would have no choice but to grant. It worked and the whole realm thought me barren and Rhaegar was forced to stay with Elia.

It was two years later that my brother lost his mind. He insulted Dorne during the Tourney of Harrenhal and courted the wrath of the Stark's and Baratheon's when he vanished with Lyanna Stark. There was naught I could do to fix his mistakes. The moment my father executed Lord Stark and his heir Brandon; I knew the realm would be thrown into Rebellion.

My father ordered me to March to war with my brother and Rhaegar died at Robert Baratheon's hands during their confrontation.

I was forced to flee for my life.

Lyanna had become pregnant and I knew three of the Kingsguard were keeping guard over her in Dorne, in a small tower just passed the Red Mountains. I got there in time for the birth of my brothers heir, after the deaths of Elia and her two children. Jacaerys, of the House Targaryen, First of His Name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm.

We went to Dragonstone where my younger sister Daenerys was born. Rhaella named me Queen Regent until Jacaerys was of age to rule. She also gave me my true name that night. Visenya Targaryen, Second of my name. I promised to protect our family and return them to Westeros one day. Right after, we were forced to leave as Stannis Baratheon arrived to get rid of the last of the Targaryen's.

We fled Westeros.

I made plans, because one day I would return to claim my families throne.

Daenerys and Viserys were sent to Braavos with Ser Willem Darry, who was the brother of Ser Jonothor Darry, who had died so I could flee. Hopefully, the usurper wouldn't look for them. I took the rest of the Kingsguard, Ser Gerald, Ser Oswell and Ser Arthur, who had become my sworn shield, and went inland. We took refuge with a Dothraki horde, lead by a Khal named Bharbo, and his ten-year-old son Drogo.

I was forced to abandon the love of my life and our daughters. Oberyn couldn't write to me for if our correspondence was intercepted, he could be killed for treason against the crown. Varys, my fathers spymaster, kept us up to date through his friend Illyrio, a Magister in Pentos, on the on goings of Westeros. We were safe and Jacaerys grew up happy.

When he was ten and two, Arthur and I told him to truth of who he was. We had made plans to brave the Smoking Sea to try and reach Valyria to find the secrets of our ancestors and of the dragons. We found all we could hope for and more. Jacaerys didn't handle the news of his heritage well, nor what had happened to Princess Elia and his siblings. I never gave him all the details, just that they were killed when Lannister's sacked Kings Landing. Jacaerys hated that he was related to Rhaegar and all but renounced his father, instead looking to Arthur has his parental figure.

We traveled with the Dothraki safely for years, from one side of Essos to the other. Jacaerys grew up fighting beside Drogo, who he called brother, due to my relationship with Khal Bharbo. We made frequent visits to Braavos to visit with Viserys and Daenerys, so they would know us. Viserys had given up his claim to the throne to his nephew but I didn't want them to totally forget me no matter what.

Everything changed after Ser Willem Darry died. I wasn't aware of what happened until years later when we returned from Valyria. Viserys and Daenerys had been on their own for three years by then and in that time my little brother changed. He was not the little boy I had once looked after and treasured. Me and the others rode hard to Pentos in order to save Daenerys from something she was not ready for and for me to put my brother back into his place. He had given up all claim to the throne the day Daenerys was born, it was now up to me to make sure my nephew remained the King and hopefully not lose my last brother to madness that lurked in our blood.

I wasn't hopeful given out family history being what it is.