𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 ─ KINGS LANDING
❝ do you 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 i have 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ❞

THEY FINALLY GOT to the gates of kings landing. It was her home. Well... it used to be. It took a month to get there. Was it worth it? Not really.

They started to go through the gates, the smell of it hit her first. Kings Landing smelled like shit. It was different from when she was younger.

Everything about Kings Landing was different, but the people's traditions of showering the Sunbringer with flowers didn't. The people started lining up with dahlia pink petals cupped in their hands, and began throwing them at her yelling out. "Sunbringer!"

Some were saying "The Gods have brought the Sunbringer back!"

One person in the crowd stood out; her friend, Leon. A boy she met once when she and her father were giving money out to an orphanage when she was younger. His mother, a northern whore traveled to Kings Landing for more work.

Leon once told her how his mother, even though she was sick, never stopped drinking ale. She was obsessed with the northern delicacy. And in the end she died leaving him an orphan. He looked the same but taller and more mature.

He stood there smiling at her, his blue eyes shining brightly. his light blonde hair, that looked almost Lannister gold shone in the sunlight.

Most would think he was a Lannister until they find out that his mother was a whore from a brothel that died when he was 4. He had a dahlia flower in his hands. She smiled remembering that he was the one that always caused the pink flower to be in her hair every time she would go back to the Red Keep.

He began to walk up to her horse, while waving. Guards began to surround her trying to stop him.

Noticing this he stopped and the former princess waved of the guards, saying, "He's an old friend, let him through." The guards hesitated at first but moved away.

The boy began to walk up to her horse. She bent her head down so he could put the flower in her hair. After she did she sat back up straight looking at him smiling. "It's nice to see you again, Leon," she said.

"It's nice to see you again too, Sunbringer" he said, smiling back at her.

"I'll come visit you later!" She called out back at him as she began riding again.

"I'll be expecting!" Be yelled back waving at her. She smiled waving back before looking in front of her the people still throwing flowers at her.

When she blinked a flash of the bloodied streets that her 3 year old self once road through flashed at the back of her eye lids, until she opened her eyes. She shook off the feeling, and continued smiling. These were her people.

Behind her, the King watched. "The girl's loved." The king said to Ned looking at the girl that was getting covered with flowers and petals.

"She is their Sunbringer." Ned started smiling at the girl.

"She will make a great Queen." Robert said, having a small smile on his face as he watched Visenya reach out, taking a small wooden carving of a dragon from a small boys hand.

They continued riding through the streets, and were getting closer and closer to the Red Keep. The walls looked older, the red seemingly darker, but it was still beautiful. But the ghost of its past still haunted her. They entered the court yard and Visenya got off of Whiteflame, gently whiping off some of the petals from her mane and the rest of her body that had any of the pink petals. Visenya went over to the Stark girls and began to enter the Red Keep with them. They walked past the throne room, whose doors were open, showing the iron throne at the back of the room, light filtering through the windows on it.

Flashes of her grandfather's lifeless body in a pool of blood on the ground began to fill her mind, and Visenya looked away.

The servants came up to them and began to lead them to their rooms. Visenya got her old room which was next to her mother's. As she passed it, she stopped as she saw the open door. She took a glance inside, but quickly regretted it as she saw the image of  bloodstained walls she quickly looked away, but not before catching a flash of blood-matted black and silver hair.

"My Lady?" The servant called, snapping the Targaryen out of her thoughts.

She looked back at the servant. "Yes?" She responded, almost breathlessly.

"Your room." The servant said, opening the door to her room.

She walked in. It looked the same. The fireplace, the table. Though the bed had stags on it. She slightly frowned at it. She noticed all of her things were already there. She walked over to the chest with her eggs and opened it.

"Is there anything I can do, My lady?" the servant asked.

Visenya shook her head. "That is all," she responded, continuing the look at her eyes as the door closed behind her.

She took the eggs in her arms, cradling them as if they were babes. and walked over to the unlit fireplace. She placed the eggs in front of it and got a lit candle and put the flame to the wood, the fire quickly spreading as she retracted her hand and the candle. As the fire began to grow, she picked up the eggs and placed them in the fire one by one.

She watched as the eggs heated up, the heatwaves causing them to warp. The door opened and a maid brought in a dress for the girl, though Visenya didn't notice.

The maid paused watching as the girl stared at the eggs in the fire. Visenya, not noticing the maid, went to take the eggs, taking the black and blue one in her hands the maid raced forward, dropping the dress on the ground, kneeling next to her, taking the egg from her, letting out a pained hiss as it burned her, dropping it onto the ground in front of the girl.

The maid went to check the girl's hands, looking over her palms, seeing no marks. Visenya went to do the same with the maids, turning the girl's own hands over seeing dragon egg scale markings on the girls palms.

"How?" The maid asked, bewildered, voice soft like a whisper.

"You're hurt." Visenya stated. "Go to the maester to get these checked, and spend the day off so you can heal." Visenya instructed. "If anybody asks, just say I told you so." She added.

The maid, looked at her wide-eyed before nodding and standing up to leave.

She got up and retrieved the dress that the maid had dropped, placing it on a chair before moving back over to the eggs, picking them up from the fire, placing them back in their chest. The silver and white was first, the green second, and the black and blue last. She paused to look at the egg in her hands. The heat gave comfort to her, not harm, like it did the maid.

Fire cannot harm a dragon.

THUMP, THUMP, THUMP, thump, thump.

Sounded out throughout the room as Arya Stark continuously stabbed the table with the tip of her dagger. Visenya, Sansa, and Septa Mordane all shared glances before looking at the girl.

"Enough of that, young lady." Mordane spoke up. "Eat your food."

"I'm practicing." Arya said, continuing to stab at the table.

"Practicing for what?" Sansa asked.

"The prince." Arya simply said, causing all of their eyes to widen, Sansa's eyes widening most.

"Arya, stop!" Septa Mordane commanded.

"He's a liar and a coward and he killed my friend!" Arya stabbed the dagger into the table for a final time.

"The hound killed your friend." Sansa said, nervously, looking at the blade.

"The hound does whatever the prince tells him to do." Arya countered.

"You're an idiot." Sansa rolled her eyes.

"You're a liar." Arya sneered. "And if you told the truth, Mycah would be alive."

"Enough!" Septa Mordane called out, exasperatedly, as she got up and began to take Arya from the table. At that moment, Lord Stark walked in. 

"What's happening here?" Ned asked, looking at the scene of Arya being escorted from the table by Mordane.

"Arya would rather act like a beast than a lady." Mordane told him.

Ned sighed and looked at his youngest daughter. "Go to your room. We'll speak later." Arya quickly walked out the room, her face screwed up with annoyance.

He then went over to Sansa and placed a small package in front of her, "That's for you, love." He told his daughter, to which she opened and found a small doll.

"The same dollmaker makes all of Princess Myrcella's toys." Ned informed. "Don't you like it?"

"I haven't played with dolls since I was eight." Sansa said, still angry with her father about Lady. "May I be excused?" She asked, looking over at the Septa in the room.

"You've barely eaten a thing."

"It's alright go on. Visenya, go with her."

Visenya nodded and stood up, guiding Sansa out of the room.