CHAPTER ONE. 

VISENYA TARGARYEN

103 AC

VISENYA TARGARYEN was the eldest daughter of the King Viserys, born to him and Laena Baratheon in 87 AC. Unfortunately, her mother died during her birth so she was not able to see her daughter grow up. Viserys had remarried Aemma Arryn and four years later, had another daughter Rhaenyra. Despite Aemma not being Visenya's birth mother, Visenya treated her as such considering she was the only woman she'd ever remembered.

Visenya had heard many stories about her mother. The famous Laena Baratheon was Rhaenys Velaryon's elder sister and a great dragon rider. The Baratheon woman was described to be a free spirit. She had loved to travel and would often disappear on her dragon Saelys and reappear with a multitude of presents from her travels. Until she was carted off to the Red Keep, Laena had never been able to be tied to one spot. As a result of this, she was quite unhappy with her life at the Keep. However, she could never say she disliked her husband. 

Visenya's father was the epitome of kindness. He'd been recently crowned King but he never let that stop him from spending time with his daughters. Visenya and Rhaenyra were extremely close despite their different mothers and often sat on their father's lap as he told them stories or worked on his model of King's Landing.

Currently, Viserys was in a meeting with his council and whilst Visenya was supposed to be in her lessons with the septa and Rhaenyra, she was in the library, curled up in a corner, hoping not to be spotted. 

Her fingers nimbly turned the pages as her eyes flicked over the words detailing Aegon's Conquest. She leaned gently against a bookshelf by the large windows overlooking the city. She had no interest in the city at the moment, and her mind was too focused on the gory details of the book. 

However, her moment was cut short as she heard whispers behind her. She shut the book silently and remained still. If she moved, whoever it was would surely spot her. Unfortunately, her reasoning was short-lived as the bookshelf jolted and a book tumbled from a shelf, smacking her in the forehead, giving her no choice but to voice her discomfort "Ow!" she rubbed the spot in annoyance and glared up to where the book had fallen from. 

The whispers paused and Visenya froze. She was caught. More whispers ensued, angry ones. The voice of a woman and a man. Footsteps receded and just as she thought the person was not going to investigate, a head of silver hair rounded around the corner. 

Visenya's eyes widened, thinking it was her father or Aemma, but breathed a sigh in relief when she realised it was only Daemon. 

Daemon Targaryen was a bit of an oddity. He was always off doing Gods knows what and her father was always angry with him for something. However, they were close, considering he was only 6 years Visenya's senior. They had grown together and could often be seen sneaking out of the Keep, to visit Daemon's dragon Caraxes.

"What are you doing here?" he snapped. 

"Reading. What are you doing here?" she responded snarkily.

Daemon was speechless for a moment. He tried to find an appropriate answer for his doings — indulging himself in a beautiful kitchen maid— he came up short and responded in a questioning manner, "Reading?"

Visenya rolled her eyes, "That is a stupid answer. You clearly weren't reading. I don't think I've ever seen you pick up a book Daemon." Visenya's lavender eyes were steely and cold, something he was well adapted to witnessing. They unsettled him in a way that he could not describe, "Shouldn't you be with Father?" Daemon had been appointed Master of Coin and should've been in the small council meeting

Daemon was again speechless and deflected, "Why are you not in your lessons?"

"Because I don't want to be," Visenay responded, picking up the book that had attacked her and reaching to put it back on the shelf. Unfortunately, she was not tall enough and even on her tip-toes, the shelf was too high. 

Daemon sighed as he rolled his violet eyes. He stepped forward, taking the book from her hand and placing it on the shelf with ease. 

Visenya looked up at him, "Thank you. I must be on my way. I do hope that lady you were with is not embarrassed to have been caught." 

As she moved out of the library Daemon followed, "You shall not say anything."

"What purpose would it serve me, to speak of your vile pass times? You're a whore, Daemon, the whole realm knows it," Visenya smiled tauntingly as she turned to look at him. 

Daemon's eye twitched in anger, "I am not. You have rather a large mouth, Senya."

"I assure you, I do not," Visenya huffed. 

Daemon surged forward and took the book from her hands. She sighed, "And it is I that is the child when you act as such," she shook her head and Daemon felt oddly scolded. 

He looked at the writing on the front, "Aegon's Conquest? You are obsessed."

"So?"

"It's rather gory don't you think?"

"I'm not particularly squeamish," Visenya replied bluntly. Daemon chuckled, opening to the page where a small piece of paper rested. He assumed it was so she could find the page once more. As he moved it aside, he caught sight of the dragons illustrated on the page. Rhaenys' dragon Meraxes was being described. 

Visenya simply shrugged. She was obsessed with the creatures, unfortunately, her own egg had not hatched and she spent hours by the fire willing it to do so. She was beginning to give up. She had asked her father but it had been years since he'd ridden, his mount being Balerion the Black Dread before the dragon died of old age, so he couldn't possibly tell her what it was like properly. 

Daemon sighed. His closeness with the princess meant he knew of her scorn against her own egg not hatching. 

"I wish I had my own dragon," Visenya scowled. 

"Alright, let's go," Daemon sighed, grabbing her hand and tugging her from the library. Visenya followed him excitedly. 

He knew that there was no way they were getting out of the castle unattended and he did not feel like having guards around him at present. So, he used the passageways. They didn't lead all the way to the Hill of Rhaenys, but it would get them far enough. 

Visenya paid no mind to the new exit, too happy to be going to the dragon pit. Her father had stated that she was not to go there without him. And so far, she'd never been with him. She and Daemon always went under the cover of night. 

They moved through passageways and eventually into the open air of the city. Their walk was long and Daemon had bought two cloaks for them to cover up their silver hair. 

Arriving at the dragon pit, Visenya's blood thrummed under her skin in excitement. As the large doors swung open, the dragon keepers were startled. Daemon gave them an easy smile and ordered for Caraxes to be brought out. 

When the dragon thundered through the doorway, he chirped gently at his rider and the girl he'd come to love. Daemon spoke to him gently as his hand ran over his scarlet scales. Caraxes was shaped very much like a snake. His body was long thin, accompanied by his long serpentine neck. To accommodate this, he had wing-like membranes on his legs. Daemon mentioned he had a deviated septum so his menacing snarls were more high-pitched than the average dragon.

Caraxes suddenly pushed his rider out of the way and clambered toward Visenya. The girl laughed at Daemon's exasperated expression as the dragon nestled his head next to her body lovingly. 

Over the last five years, the two had become extremely close, so close that Daemon thought Caraxes might even let her ride him. But the prince knew Visenya had no desire to share a dragon, only to claim one for herself.

"Hello, my darling," Visenya cooed, brushing her hand over his red scales. The texture was strange under her fingers, yet still somehow natural. 

Caraxes huffed gently as Visenya moved around to face him. He nosed at her palm and she giggled. Once he sniffed her enough, then nosed at her body.

"He loves you so," Daemon drawled. 

Visenya faced him as a small smirk made its way onto her face on her face, "Doesn't everybody?"