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Visenyra Targaryen, Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, stood upon the balcony of her chambers in the Red Keep, the cool breeze of the evening stirring her silver-gold hair. The moon hung low in the sky, casting a soft glow upon the city of King's Landing below. But despite the serenity of the night, a tumult of thoughts swirled within Visenyra's mind, weighing heavy upon her heart.
For months, she had wrestled with a decision that now lay heavy upon her shoulders. It was a decision that would shape the course of her reign, a decision that would bind her future to that of her most trusted companion and confidant, Daemon Targaryen.
With a determined breath, Visenyra turned from the balcony and made her way through the ornate chambers of her quarters, the soft glow of candlelight casting shadows upon the walls. As she approached the door to Daemon's chambers, her heart quickened with anticipation, knowing that the conversation she was about to have would change everything.
With a gentle knock, Visenyra announced her presence before entering her uncle's chambers. He looked up from the map spread out before him, his violet eyes meeting hers with a mix of curiosity and concern.
"Neice," he greeted her, his voice soft yet guarded. "What brings you here at this hour?"
Visenyra took a deep breath, steeling herself for the words she was about to speak. "Kepus," she began, her voice steady despite the tremor of uncertainty within her, "there is something we need to discuss."
Daemon's brow furrowed in confusion, but he nodded, gesturing for her to continue.
"It's about us," Visenyra continued, her words measured as she struggled to find the right way to express her thoughts. "About our future."
Daemon's gaze softened as he regarded her, his expression one of gentle understanding. "Go on," he urged, his voice soft with reassurance.
Visenyra took a step forward, her eyes meeting his with unwavering determination. "I believe it is time for us to consider... marriage," she declared, the words hanging in the air between them like a solemn vow.
For a moment, there was silence, broken only by the soft crackle of the hearth. Then, The Rogue Prince spoke, his voice tinged with disbelief. "Marriage? Neice, you seemed to always avoid that topic before".
Visenyra nodded, her gaze steady as she met his eyes. "I know, but... I have come to realize that blood calls to blood, and dragons stay together. We are bound by more than just duty, Kepus. We are bound by destiny."
Daemon's features softened with understanding, a flicker of warmth igniting in his eyes. "Visenyra," he said softly, reaching out to take her hand in his, "I have long harboured feelings for you, feelings that I have kept hidden out of respect for both our sakes. But if you believe that marriage is the path we must take, then I am ready to follow you wherever it may lead."
A wave of relief washed over Visenyra at his words, her heart swelling with gratitude for the man who stood before her, ready to support her in her most difficult decisions.
