She would be known by many names. Visenya Velaryon, Visenya Targaryen, Visenya come again... But history would remember her as one.
The Black Death.
Childhood
The girl was a beacon of hope for the Targaryen family. Born a year after her brother, Jacearys, the princess bore silver hair such as her mother and father's. The hope for the rumors about the children's legitimacy to cease was shinning bright. That was, until her younger brother was born.
With years, the young princess took up more and more resemblance to her mother.
Teenage years
15 was an eventful year for the young Visenya. For better or for worse. At the start of the year, the girl had developed a crush on the Queen's guard Ser Criston Cole. She would often watch him train her young uncles and brothers.
The knight had noticed her attention and decided to use it for the greens advance (or so he said). The 30 year old knight spent weeks trying to seduce Visenya - he would accompany her on walks, compliment her looks and tell her of the beauty of Dorne.
When the time came, Ser Criston tried to stain Visenya's innocence, and make her share the reputation of a whore with her mother. Thankfully, the very same mother had caught them before they could do anything too unspeakable.
Although he did not hurt her physically, this interaction had changed Visenya's view of love and men forever.
Not long after, the young dragon decided to leave the Nest and take up residence in Dragonstone.
That's where our story starts.
Adulthood
The now 20 year old princess had grown into a woman. Rumored to be one of the most powerful witches in Westeros, and one of the only ones left to practise Valyrian magic, Visenya had everything she wished for in Dragonstone. Her family, best friend, dragon and a few lovers to keep her company.
All of that would soon change.
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The Black Death
Fanfiction"You look just like your mother." "I guess I do carry her tenderness well." "You both have the same eyes." "We are both exhausted." "And the hands." "We share the same wilting fingers." "But that rage... Your mother doesn't wear that anger." "You'r...