𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 ─ FALLEN DYNASTY
❝ 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 ❞

THE SUN SHONE hot upon the city of Kings Landing. It had been like that ever since Visenya Sunbringer was born two years ago. From that moment the sun graced the Seven Kingdoms with its brightness, saving them from the worst winter the kingdoms had ever known.

That was once of the main reason Visenya was loved. Between her other two siblings, Rhaenys and Aegon, she was her grandfather's, King Aerys', favorite. He would take her by her delicate hand, making sure not you scratch her with his claw like nails, and would walk with her through the gardens, listening to her list of all the flowers she spotted. 

The princess had a love for the flowers that bloomed there, the King would have Highgarden ship them their finest flowers along with their seeds, making sure there was a shipment almost every month.

During those walks, once she had stopped babbling her little sweet nothings, he would sit her down onto one of the benches that littered the sides of the garden's walkways, and talk to her about how special she was, and how someday she would be Queen.

She shared her father's, Prince Rhaegar's, features. Pale skin, violet eyes, platinum strands of hair that fell a bit ways down her shoulders. She shared his nose, and chin. But her lips were her mothers, full and plump, a light pink color covered them. Everyone who had ever laid eyes on her knew she would grow up to be the most beautiful in the realm. And lords would offer their sons hands, for neither the King or her father would accept, deeming them unworthy of her hand.

Every time she walked through the streets of kings landing barely any guards needed to accompany her. Of course the king sent some with her in case any trouble were to come to her, but with noticing the pink shades of dahlia flower petals littering her hair he only had Ser Barristan and another trusted knight watch over her from then on.

The people loved her, that was true, thought it was not just because of the summer she brought, but because of the things she did for them, for instance she and her father would play and sing to the people, using her fathers harp to play the melodies to the ballads. They would collect the gold they had made after their little show and pass it out to the orphanages around the city, But sometimes Rhaegar and Ser Barristan would usually go and get drunk. 

Her father in a drunken slur would say; 'Hold on, little dragon' as he picked her up, lifting her on his shoulders. Those words would be followed by laughter and giggles from her, Ser Barristan, and some common folk that watched the pair.

It was only a month later, at the tourney at Harrenhal, she had watched her father stride past her, her mother and her siblings, over to the Stark girl, crowning her the Queen of Love and Beauty. It was only a few fortnights after her father and Lyanna Stark had gone missing, and the rumor that Rhaegar had kidnapped the girl arose.

As the lie spread like wildfire, the girl began to believe them, she wanted to rebuke them, but her words were downed out in the crowd. So she instead sat and thought about every last good thing her father had done.

She thought about how he would tuck her into bed at night, placing a dainty kiss onto her cheek, before blowing the candle on her beside table out. She thought about how he would comb her hair, crooning a Valyrian song to her. She thought of their times in the town where they would pass out gold to the people. As she thought those thoughts, she couldn't help but wonder how could her father be that evil.

She would pray, every day when the sun came up and every night when the sun went down, that her father would come back to her, she would pray he would explain everything to her, and she would pray for an end to the war that her father co-created with Robert Baratheon.

Once she was done with her prayers she would look back on the very last thing her father had ever given her. Her dragon eggs. She always cracked a smile at the memory of seeing her fathers face after he found her, with her hand in the fireplace.

Everyone was rushing about to get ready to go to Harrenhal and Visenya was hungry for a last minute snack. So instead of stopping one of the busy workers for some food from the kitchen, she went, got a stool that would allow her to get towards one of the large meats left out on the counter. 

She took a piece of meat when no one in the kitchen was looking, took it to her chambers, walked up to the fireplace, and, not knowing any better, took the piece in her hand leaning into the fire. She put her fingers in the flames, taking in the heat that danced around her digits. She put more of her hand in, the fire starting to lick at the meat, roasting it slowly.

Caught up in the comfort of the fires warmth, she did not hear the door open, Rhaegar walked in with his mouth opened to say something before it just stayed like that, open in shock. His eyes widening at the sight before him; his little girl had her hand in the fireplace, and yet she made no noice of showed no move to take her hand out of the inferno.

He stood there starstruck before he whispered "Vis?" That was enough to knock her out of her trance. She took her hand out of the fire putting the now cooked meat on the plate. 

She stood from her position on the ground. Rhaegar slowly walked over to his daughter, looking at her hand. Once he was close enough, he kneeled before her, taking her hand in his, Visenya watched as he inspected it, eyes widening in disbelief, before a smile etched across his face.

He looked back up at her and smiled. "You really are a dragon," he laughed as she tilted her head at him, brows stitching together in confusion. He stood up taking her hand in his, beginning to lead her out into the hallway up to his room. "Come. Have you heard of the blood of Old Valyria?" He started, as they walked down the halls.

"No." She answered in a small voice, shaking her head at him.

"They say that when Aegon, Rhaenys, and Visenya, took over Westeros. They rode three magnificent dragons. Aegon's Balerion, the black dread, Rhaenys', Meraxes, and for Visenya,  Vhagar." They reached his room and went inside, Visenya sitting on the edge of his bed, while Rhaeger wandered around, seeming to be looking for something. "They rode them and took over the Seven Kingdoms. They say that they were unburnt, that they were the true blood of old Valyria. That they were true dragons." Rhaegar knelt down taking some of his floor boards apart. "And by my speculations you are unburnt just like them. So you, my dear girl, are a true dragon." Rhaegar's words strained as he seemed to lift something heavy, "I have a gift for you." He said walking towards her with said gift, placing it down in front of her.

 She looked at him incredulously. "A box?" she questioned. He shook his head and gave a small laugh. After a moment and opened the box. She gave a small gasp at what was in it. Three round shaped eggs that had little scales coming from them. One black with dark purple designs on the scales, another silver with white designs, another green with shades of lime.

"What are they?" she asked, still looking at the eggs.

"Dragon eggs." he spoke, smiling at his little girl. 

"Do I give two of these to my siblings to be the next Aegon, Visenya, and Rhaenys? You did name us after them." She pointed out. and he chuckled at her. 

"You can do that if you want but I would like for you to keep them," Rhaegar said watching as she picked up the black and blue egg. "Think of this as an early name day gift." 

Visenya smiled brightly before leaping into her fathers arms, trapping him into a tight embrace, squealing out a; 'thank you, papa' into the mans chest. 

Rhaegar smiled, stroking his daughters hair, "Your welcome, my little dragon." That was the fondest memory she had gotten from her father since the last time she saw him.

Her recollection was interrupted when her grandfather stormed into the room, grabbing her by her arm, causing her to let out a grunt and drop the egg. "What are you doing?" Visenya questioned worryingly, as he dragged her through the halls of the red keep.

Not answering her the King stormed into the throne room taking the three year old in his hands and sitting on the throne, making room for her to sit beside him. She did not know why he brought her here. She turned to him only to find him already looking at her.

"Little dragon, you will be on the throne when I die, I want to teach you how to rule." He spoke softly, before shooting his head back up, not allowing Visenya to question what he meant.

She looked around the room only to find it mostly empty with Ser Jaime Lannister, some knights, and Lord Velaryon, the Kings Pyromancer, in the room.

A  moment of silence passed before a guard ran into the room out of breath, "There are Lannister soldiers outside the gates, your grace!" he said bowing his head. "Lord Tywin says he is here to help."

"Open the gates." The King simply stated. 

"Your grace, I think it's best we keep the gates clo-" Ser Jaime started. He knew that his fathers intentions were anything but good, and he didn't want the little Sunbringer to be maimed or harmed.

His statement was cut off by the king restating; "Open the gates" in a louder tone. The three year old looked around curiously.

The soldier bowed his head, and left to get the gates opened. Moments later the doors opened followed by a new soldier who was covered in blood panting for breath, "Your grace! They're killing everyone." The soldier said between breaths.

Everyone looked at him aghast. It seemed like everyone but the King, and the clueless Visenya, knew something would go wrong. The King started panicking as the knight left out the room followed by more knights that were standing guard. Now leaving the four of them alone.

Then the king started mumbling under his breath so only the girl beside him could clearly make out what he said. "Burn them all."

"What was that, your grace?" Lord Velaryon asked, questioning if he heard the Kings slur of words right.

"Burn... them... all." Aerys slowly looked up with each word, causing Visenya to get off the throne backing away from her grandfather. She knew her grandfather had been going crazy, but she had never expected him to say that.

"Burn them all!" Aerys' eyes burned like wildfire, and Lord Velaryon, wishing to be out of the Kings gaze, started to run to the door.

"Ser Jamie, I command you to go out a bring me your fathers head!" Aerys commanded, but Jaime had other plans.

Ser Jaime ran up behind the fleeing lord and stabbed him in the back. Visenya sat there shocked as Jaime turned to look at the mad man with wide eyes.

"Burn them all!" he went back to saying "Burn them all!" Jaime went up began walked to the throne, causing Aerys to begin to walk away, but Jaime already stabbed him in the back.

"Burn them all." He strangled out, choking on his own blood.

Visenya felt everything around her freeze. The only thing she could see was her grandfather falling and a pool of blood starting to surround him. Once she was broken out of her trance she hopped off the steps of the throne, not looking back as the knight slit the kings throat, ending his life.

"Princess, wait!" Jaime called out as the doors to the throne room opened. The people entered watching as the princess ran out of the room, to the stairs up to her mothers room.

Once Visenya reached the room, she couldn't help the ear piercing scream that left her mouth.

There was a bloodied scene in front of her. She saw her mother on the bed, her head crushed and her clothes slightly ripped down the middle. Her eyes couldn't help but go towards a wall where a large patch of blood, the body of a headless little boy lying at the bottom of it.

Visenya broke down on her knees, a scream leaving her lips, pained sobs following it, she had a thought of where Rhaenys was, but couldn't bare thinking much longer about her, fearing the thoughts of what might have happened to her sweet little sister.

Rushed footsteps entered the room, gasps leaving the peoples lips as they took in the sight before trailing their eyes to Visenya,  hearing the loud sobs of that was leaving her lips.

The sobbing girl finally picked her head up to look back at the people. She was met with the tall frames of Jamie Lannister, Ned Stark, and Robert Baratheon, the memory of the sight that she had seen, just seconds before, came back to her, causing a long sob to leave her as she turned her head back around sobbing into her hands.

All the eyes that were on her softened, even Robert's, even after he swore that he hated every single Targaryen. The girl in front of him was kind and good, she was the Sunbringer, how could anyone hate the girl? He couldn't imagine the pain she felt right now. Neither of them couldn't.

Ned kneeled beside the girl to try and comfort her, placing an arm over her shoulders. She gave in and sobbed into his shoulder. He picked her up and started walking out of the room. The two other men followed.

"What are you going to do with her?" Robert asked.

"I'll take her as a ward, I will take care her." Ned softly answered, making his way towards his steed.

"Wait" Visenya finally spoke up through her tears, "My fathers eggs. I need them" her sobs silenced but tears still escaped from her eyes.

"Where are they" Jamie asked her.

"In my room on the table, they're in the chest" she said, and the knight nodded and left to go get the eggs. The friends continued to walk.

They exited the castle to be welcomed to the screams and cries of the common folk begging for their lives. They walked the streets in silence. Soon after Jamie began to walk with them after getting the chest. Ned walked up to his horse getting a bag out so it would be easier to carry the eggs.

Jamie put the chest on the ground and the girl kneeled before it and opened it. The three men all stared in shock at the eggs as they were now uncovered. "Beautiful aren't they" she said, not taking her eyes off the eggs she knew that they were staring at them. She didn't mind their eyes as she reached up to get the bag from Ned's hands, and began to put the eggs in them.

Once finished she attached it to the horse, and Ned lifted her up to get on the horse sitting her side-saddle. After she got on the horse Ned got on behind her. They started riding through the streets of Kings Landing. 

The princesses silver hair stood out like a needle in a haystack as they road through the bloodied streets. The tears she still had started to pour as she heard and saw the people scream for her to help them. But what could she do?

Sit and watch. She felt worthless at that moment. 

The sun dulled the day Visenya Sunbringer fell short of her brightness. But she would regain it, and the sun would come back a thousand times stronger.