Beginning of the End | House Of The Dragon

9.1

3RD PERSON

Visenyra sat on the table kicking her legs, basking in the amusement that was Jace Velaryon attempting to learn High Valyrian. She giggled as he reprimanded himself for getting a translation wrong, swearing up and down to himself that he knew that all along.

Much had changed in the years since Lilibet, Visenyra, Alysanne, and Madoc had come to Dragonstone with Jonquil.

Lili was Jonquil's constant shadow, always helping her to maintain order and balance. She was a rule follower in all but one aspect; she was a fighter and could often be seen training with Daemon and the Velaryon boys when she wasn't babysitting or doing sums. She had grown to favor the childrens father quite a bit in the face and she resented it; and although she would never say it aloud she was secretly jealous and insecure about how she looked like a boy. She also didn't know why she was so jealous for she had no desire to marry, or pop out babies. She wanted to keep fighting, and riding on dragonback, to stay here on Dragonstone, much preferring the life of an old spinster. Not that she could be married to anyone of importance anyways, her damned father, who's face she shared, had never legitimized her or her siblings as he'd promised countless times, she resented her mother for staying with him after so many lies

Alysanne had grown into a lovely, but very delicate golden flower instead of a golden dragon. She was prone to tears at the slightest provocation, and wouldn't be caught dead doing anything considered improper; she hated dirt and mud, and riding, and loud noises, she was much more content to pick flowers, sow, sing, play music, and dream about a perfect future with a perfect husband and perfect children. The only boyish thing anyone could pin on her was her love for the sky. She was the dream any Septa could wish for, always so dainty, delicate, graceful, soft-spoken, and prepared to do her duty with a smile on her face, with just enough wit added into the mixture; though her brother and sisters constantly called her out for playing dumb when around around cute boy. She spent most of her time with the Lady Rhaena Targaryen with whom she shared many triats with, mostly due to the fact that her siblings seemed to disliked her the most out of all of them. All except for Madoc.

Madoc, was a nightmare and the maesters said his only redeeming quality was his love for his lovely Alysanne. He was wont to run away and hide and not be found for hours, only to seemingly pop up out of nowhere and offer no explanation. He seemed to overhear everything, nick anything that wasn't glued down, and say anything that popped up in his mind. He spent his day hanging off all the different gargoyles, playing dirty little tricks, scaring the staff, and bullying younger boys, before picking flowers with Alysanne to offer them up as an apology to his mother. She would forgive him always but lock him in his room as punishment and tell him she would completely forgive him when he finished reading whatever book she threw in there with him. He claimed it was a torture to read but would spend hours ranting about the fascinations of what he'd read afterwards.

Lastly, Visenyra had grown to be as beautiful as her eldest sister, with all the beauty and grace demanded of a young Lady, but she was well learned like Lili, and more cunning than most. But there was an edge to her soft beautiful. She could have been a maester like Maexes, some said, or a member of the small council. She knew how to play the game, but she still needed to learn to better control her emotions; Something many noted when they saw the way she and the Prince Jace were around one another. They had become closest of all, too close some would say, for a bastard girl and the future heir of the Seven Kingdoms. Rhaenyra brushed it off as two teens being just that, teens.

Visenyra was with the young Prince right now.

"Dranot." Jace repeated over and over to himself as if trying to force it to stick in his mind.