𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ─ LIFE AND DEATH
❝ you're 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐭 to 𝐦𝐞 ❞

THE MONTHS HAD flown by, and Visenya was only a little under 9 months, and her stomach had grown as big as ever. The Grand Maester put her on bed rest for the last few days as to not risk injury.

In the days before she was put on bed rest she would often visit Leon, receiving gifts and dahlias from him. He was a blacksmith apprentice. She met his friend once. He had black hair and blue eyes. He looked like a Baratheon, almost resembled King Robert in a way. He introduced himself as Gendry Waters, a bastard born in the Crownlands.

When she was seven months, word of Lady Catelyn capturing Lord Tyrion came to Kings Landing, causing a fight between Stark and Lannister soldiers to break out in the streets, causing Ned to get injured, after a Lannister soldier speared him in the leg while he was sword fighting with Jaime Lannister.

Days later after Lord Stark finally woke up, the King made him Hand again and went on a hunt, leaving Ned to seat the throne. After news of the Mountain leading an attack on a village in the riverlands, Ned told Visenya of his wishes to send his daughters back to Winterfell, to which Visenya did not object, though Sansa was to be one of her ladies-in-waiting.

The next day, while Visenya, Arya, Sansa, and Septa Mordane broke their fasts, Renly, the king's younger brother barged into the room.

The group looked at him, their eyes widening at the sight of distress on his face. "His Grace is injured!" They all let out a gasp as Renly continued, "He request your presence princess." He said Visenya stood up and allowed him to guide her to the king's chambers, holding onto him as they walked. They came upon the doors of the Kings chambers and as they opened, all heads turned to them.

Queen Cersei, Maester Pycelle, Joffrey, King Robert and Ser Barristan stood in the room, the knight nodding towards her, as she walked inside. She let go of Renly and walked over to the dying King and her husband, who sat on the bed beside him, the faint smell of blood growing stronger as she got closer. The King let got off Joffreys hand and reached over to take hold of hers, his other hand moving to cover it as the door opened once more, the kings hand walking into the room.

"I should've spent more time with you." The King said to his son, letting go of Visenya's hand to retake Joffrey's. "Shown you how to be a man. I was never meant to be a father..."

The King turned to look at Visenya. "I'm sorry," he spoke.

A confused look crossed Visenya's face. "For what, Your Grace?"

"For your father," Robert said, causing a small sad look to appear on Visenya's face. "Lyanna wouldn't go down without a fight." A melancholic look appeared on the Kings face as he thought about the she-wolf, while the Queen in the corner sneered.

Visenya gave a small sad smile, "From what I've heard she was a quite skilled with a sword." Ned smiled, reached to place his hand on the girls shoulder. 

The King smiled and reached to take Visenya's hand, before looking back over at his son. "Go, both of you, you two don't want to see this." Visenya nodded, while Joffrey hesitated, still looking at his father in fear, before nodding and standing up. He took a glance at his mother, who motioned over to Visenya with a stern look on her face, to which he took her arm, beginning to lead her out of the room.

He lead her back to her chambers, where he sat her down on a lounge chair. "Stay here." Joffrey ordered, before swiftly walking out the room. Visenya sighed as the door closed behind him, leaning against the pillows of the lounge chair, trying to get comfortable, once she was she began to fidget with her fingers, sitting there as the minutes passed by, and soon enough, the bells began to ring.

VISENYA PERKED UP as a knock sounded on her door. "Yes?"

The door opened, showing a man in Lannister armor. "I've been sent to escort you to the throne room, Your Grace." The gruff voice of a guard said. Visenya paused at the title, before nodding, rising to her feet, walking over to the guard, taking his arm, letting him guide her to the throne room.

The large heavy oak doors opened, allowing Visenya to see inside. Upon the throne made of numerous sharp swords sat Joffrey, his golden-haired mother sat on the left of him, much to her displeasure, leaving the Queen's throne on the right waiting for Visenya to sit on.

Visenya's brows slightly furrowed as she walked through the doors. "Dear wife, come sit," Joffrey said, a smirk lifting the corners of his lips.

Visenya hesitated before walking over to him, seating herself on the Queen's throne, placing a protective hand on her stomach. "What is happening?" She questioned, to which Joffrey simply smirked.

Soon later the doors opened and Ned Stark walked into the throne room, a cluster of soldiers behind him. 

Visenya looked over at a servant as he began to announce, "All hail his Grace, Joffrey of Houses Baratheon and Lannister, the first of his name, King of the Andals and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm." Visenya's breath hitched as she looked back at Ned who was already looking at her.

Joffrey began to speak. "I command the council to make all necessary arrangements for my coronation." He stated. "I wish to be crowned within the fortnight. Today I shall accept oaths of fealty from my loyal councilors."

Ned walked closer, holding out a rolled up piece of paper in his hand. "Ser Barristan, I believe no man here could ever question your honor." He then passed a note to Ser Barristan, to which the man looked over it, seeing the seal of the King holding it closed.

"King Robert's seal. Unbroken." Ser Barristan told the room. "'Lord Eddard Stark is herein named Protector of the Realm, to rule as Regent until the heir come of age'." Ser Barristan said, causing Cersei to stand.

"May I see that letter, Ser Barristan?" She held her hand out, causing ser Barristan to hand the letter to the former Queen. Cersei read it over, before letting out a scoff. "Protector of the realm. Is this meant to be your shield, Lord Stark? A piece of paper?" Cersei ripped the paper, causing some of the crowd to gasp.

"Those were the King's words." Barristan stated in disbelief.

"We have a new King now." Cersei stated, before turning back to Ned. "Lord Eddard, when we last spoke you offered me some counsel. Allow me to return the courtesy. Bend the knee, My Lord. Bend the knee and swear loyalty to my son and we shall allow you to live out your days in the gray waste you call home."

"Your son has no claim to the throne." Ned stated.

"Liar!" Joffrey screamed, outraged.

"You condemn yourself with your own mouth, Lord Stark." Cersei shook her head. "Ser Barristan, seize this traitor."

"Ser Barristan will do none of the sort." Visenya stated firmly, outraged.

"Ser Barristan is a good man, a loyal man. Do him no harm." Ned added.

"You think he stands alone?" Cersei asked, causing the Hound to draw his blade.

"You will stand down, Ser." Visenya commanded, placing a hand on her stomach, feeling 2 hard kicks come from below her skin.

In a fit of rage, Joffrey began to yell, "Kill him! Kill all of them, I command it!" Joffrey said, and Visenya couldn't help but be reminded of how her grand father was in his final moments.

"No!" Visenya shouted, a fearful look forming in her eyes.

"Commander!" Ned yelled. "Take Lady Cersei and her children into custody. Escort them back to the royal apartments and keep them there, under guard. Take the Queen to safety."

"Men of the Watch!" Janos yelled, causing the gold cloaks to draw their swords.

"I want no bloodshed. Tell your men to lay down their swords. No one needs to die." Ned said.

"Take the Queen to her chambers." Joffrey ordered, causing Lannister men to come up to her.

"I will not. You will stand down." Visenya sneered as she looked at Joffrey.

The Lannister men just grabbed Visenya and took her down the steps and over to the door.

"You will put me down." Visenya sneered at the men.

"Now!" She heard the voice of Little Finger yell, causing the gold cloaks to switch sides and attack Stark men.

Visenya looked back at the seen in horror, but was dragged out the door, the last thing she heard being,

"I did warn you not to trust me."

And as the door began to close behind her, all hell began to break loose. One of the Lannister soldiers parted from the group running up to a Stark soldier, their swords clashing together as they engaged in a sword fight.

"Sheath your swords, now!" Visenya yelled, trying to look back as the other Lannister man continued to take her to her chambers. "I am the Queen! I command this all to stop! Unhand me! I am your Queen!" 

As much as the Stark man wished to follow Visenya's orders, he wouldn't loose his life to a Lannister man. The Stark man swung his sword, taking the hand that the man used the hold his sword in one sweep. Visenya's eyes widened as blood sprayed from the wound, the man beginning to scream his head off as he fell to the ground, his other hand clutching his arm as he writhed around. She almost felt like puking as the watched the Stark man run his sword through the mans neck.

A group of Lannister men came rushing up behind the man, who quickly pulled his sword from the now dead man's neck, spinning around to face them. Visenya quickly looked away as the red clad soldiers descended on the grey beard.

For the rest of the time that the Lannister soldiers took her back to her room, she kept her mouth shut, not trying to risk any of the bile that built up in her throat to spill out, which get harder with every step she took, as with each corridor she passed the walls had splatters of blood on them. The sight reminded her of the massacre she had witnessed during the sack of Kings Landing. Tears began to fall from her eyes.

They turned a corner into a corridor and Visenya tensed up as the form of Septa Mordane appeared. The men faltered, coming to a stop as the woman fearlessly walked up to them, her head high.

"No." Visenya shook her head. A few of the men drew their swords. "No! She's innocent! No!" She cried out as the men walked over to her, the few that were still next to her grabbed her once more beginning to take her past them, a sudden spray of blood sprayed onto Visenya's face and hair as a soldier roughly dragged his sword across Mordane's clothed neck. Visenya gave a blood curdling scream, as the Septa's body fell to the ground with a thump. Her feet began to give up on herself as her hands hovered over her face in horror, body freezing up in shock as the Lannister men continued taking her down the hallway as the sound of steel slicing skin echoed through the corridor.

They soon came upon her room, quickly leading her inside before leaving, shutting the door, locking it behind them.

She clutched her stomach, carefully falling onto the ground as she sobbed, a sudden burst of pain appearing in her abdomen. "No." She sobbed, pushing herself up, walking over to the bed, moving to lay down on it, trying to breathe, as her babies began a flurry of kicks. "I know, I know." She placed her hands on the parts of her belly where she known her babies to usually kick, only feeling the numerous kicks against the hand that was placed lower on her stomach, none on the other.

Visenya ran her thumb against the fabric that covered her bump, letting out steady breaths, trying to calm her racing heart. The kicks came to a stop and she let out a satisfied sigh, her eyes moving over to the table where the chest that held her dragon eggs sat, the top opened, the lit candles that were between each of the eggs emitting a orange glow.

A let out a breath before pushing herself up, her face twisting in pain as another burst appeared in her abdomen. She limped over to the table, quickly sitting down at the chair that was there, moving to take the eggs in her hands, not minding the heat of the flames when they would lick against her skin.

Her eyes moved over to the mirror, taking in the sight of her bloodied face and hair, horror written on her face as she quickly moved to wipe it off, looking at her reddened hands in horror as they shook. The blood of the woman she had wished to take care of her children was on her hands.

She leaned over the chest, tears falling from her eyes as the nauseating noise of battle outside carried into her room from the cracks at the door. Through her tears, she said a silent prayer for the Starks. She prayed for Sansa and Arya but mostly she prayed for Ned. With the horror that she had seen befall Septa Mordane, she couldn't imagine what would happen to Lord Stark. Though with how vehemently she prayed, it did little to filter out the screams of men outside her door.

MERE HOURS PASSED and Visenya had been hunched over the chest, head bowed in prayer ever since. The sound of the door unlocking was suddenly heard and Visenya turned towards it, watching as the frame of Sansa Stark came through the door, eyes red with tears.

Visenya's heart ached at the sight of the girl, quickly standing up, opening her arms out for the girl. Sansa rushed to her, wrapping her arms around her, being careful not to hurt her stomach as she sobbed into Visenya's arms. The two girls stayed holding each other, until the sound of the door opening once more made them look over to it. The frame of Joffrey Baratheon walked into the room, the gold of the crown on his head glinting in the evening light.

Sansa quickly stood up, cursying, fear written all over her tear stained face, which her hands came up to wipe her remaining tears away. Joffrey smirked as Sansa rose back to her face.

"Your grace." Her voice trembled.

"Lady Stark," Joffrey said in acknowledgment, "If I may speak with my wife alone..." Sansa nodded and curtseyed once more before quickly leaving the room.

Joffrey opened his mouth to speak, but Visenya beat him to it. "What has happened to Lord Stark?"

Joffrey paused, not expecting her to speak, let alone ask that. "He... He has been throne into the dungeons."

"The dungeons?" Visenya's eyes widened. "What has Lord Stark done to deserve being put in the dungeons?" She questioned, her voice firm, her tone almost angry.

"He plotted against me." Joffrey answered, face looking as if he's annoyed.

"Plot against you? In what way?" She rose a vexed brow.

"He tried to steal my throne!" He suddenly yelled outraged, causing Visenya to flinch back at his unexpected tone.

"Steal your throne?" Visenya's brows furrowed. "The King named him Regent."

"I am the King!" Joffrey came up to her, grabbing her face, her cheeks squishing together. "And you are my Queen."

The new Queen suddenly cried out in pain, a sudden stream of water rushing down her legs, a sharp pain accompanying it.

"The babies!" Visenya cried out, a look of pain and disbelief on her face. The maesters expected there to be only a few more weeks until she were to give birth.

Joffrey quickly let go of her, his face falling as she watched her limp over to the bed, letting out small sounds of pain as she got onto it. He quickly went over to the door opening it. "Guards!" He yelled out, though there was one just beside the door. "Go get the maester."

Visenya let out a loud groan as she held her stomach, face contorted with pain as painful contractions shot like lightning bolts through her.

"Weren't they due in a few more weeks?"Joffrey questioned, voice slightly panicked.

"Well they're coming now, so-" a pained grunt cut her off.

The door burst open, Maester Pycelle and a flurry of wet nurses rushing into the room. They quickly rushed over, setting up the things needed, and helping Visenya out of her gown as Lady Cersei rushed into the room only seconds later, rushing over to the pacing King.

After minutes of more contractions, the Maester finally deemed her ready to push. The wet nurses helped her sit up, positioning her for the birth.

"It is time to push, Your Grace." Pycelle informed, to which Visenya gave a firm nod, moving one hand to grip onto the sheets, the other grabbing onto one of the wet nurses hand, who gave her a firm squeeze back.

"Push, your grace, push!" The Maester urged. Visenya sucked in a deep breath before pushing with all her strength, letting out a yell. 

"Good, Your Grace, breath." The wet nurse, whose hand he was holding, said. Visenya stopped her strenuous push and took in gulps of air.

"Another one, Your Grace." Pycelle told her. Visenya gulped and took in another deep breath, before pushing once more, letting out a loud and prolonged cry. "Good, Your Grace. The head is crowning." Visenya stopped pushing at the information, breathing heavily. "Just one more, Your Grace."

Visenya pushed once more, before feeling Pycelle help her the rest of the way, pulling the babe the rest of the way out of her, the high pitched cries filling the air.

"A boy, Your Grace." Visenya let out a sob of happiness, as a wet nurse wiped the sweat from her forehead with a rag. "It is time for the other one, your grace." Visenya let out a breath and nodded and watched as the Maester handed her son to a wet nurse for them to look over, to make sure he was in healthy condition. After a moment, Lady Cersei walked over to where the babe was being looked over, causing Visenya to slightly push herself up watching as Cersei observed her son with her cat like green eyes.

Visenya saw Cersei's head slightly tilt, before turning towards her, nodding before moving back to the King who was sitting in a chair, his foot tapping rapidly on the ground.

"It is time to push once more, Your Grace." Maester Pycelle spoke up. Visenya let her head fall back on a pillow, her cheeks slightly puffing as she let out a tired breath. "Push, Your Grace, push." 

Visenya lifted her head back up, giving a strong push, her face twisted in pain and discomfort. Minutes passed and she gave more and more, before collapsing back on the bed exhausted.

"Has it not crowned?" She questioned between pants.

"It doesn't seem like it has, Your Grace." Pycelle said, causing Visenya to sigh. "Perhaps you should stand, Your Grace, Gravity may be able to help the baby to pass quicker."

Visenya huffed and nodded, allowing the wet nurses to help her up. She moved to the side of the edge of the bed, grabbing the bed post, while a wet nurse positioned herself below her.

"Push your grace." The wet nurse said. Visenya began to push, a sudden loud cry leaving her lips as she hunched over the bed, gripping onto the bed post as pain shot through her.

"Breathe, Your Grace." A wet nurse said, wiping the sweat off her face.

Visenya took shuddering breaths, her other hand reaching up to grab onto the bed post as she began to push again. Push after push, Visenya let out pained cries, her legs growing weaker beneath her until she was on her knees, one hand holding onto the bed post, the other bunching up the bed covers that covered the foot of the bed.

"Stop." Visenya cried. "Stop it!" She suddenly screamed, pulling away from the wet nurse, turning around, her back pressing against the bed, as she breathed heavily. She breathed in sharply before giving a strong push, a sudden scream coming out of her mouth as a pool of watery blood spilled out onto the floor. Gasp's rang out through the room. Visenya looked at the blood eyes wide as she saw the scaly blood stained skin of a small babe.

Her daughter.

The babe was deformed, with dragon scales covering the majority of her skin, horns sprouting out of her hairless head, with her tail bone pointing straight out, scaled like a dragon's tail. The wet nurses surrounding her stepped back in shock at the sight. Visenya gently took her daughter in her arms, gently rocking her, a loving look in her eyes. Her little girl.

"Your Gra-"

"Rhaenyra." Visenya cut the wet nurse off. "Her names Rhaenyra."

"Your Grace..."

"My little girl." She said absentmindedly, swaying gently side to side, humming a soft lullaby that she could vaguely remember her mother singing to her when she was younger. She suddenly looked up. "My- My son. Give me my son." She sat up, looking over at where she had last seen him.

A wet nurse took up the now swaddled child and walked over to her, looking down at the babe in her arms in shock as she handed the boy to his mother.

Visenya held both her babies in her arms, gently rocking and humming to them. She looked down at her boy, gold thin strands of hair were already sprouting out of the babes head, bright, wide, violet eyes looking up at her, the babes mouth suddenly opened with a gummy smile, gurgling up at her, Visenya couldn't help smiling back at him, before leaning down, kissing his forehead.

Joffrey stood and took a single step towards her, looking at Visenya's little girl in disgust. "The boy is well, yes?" Joffrey asked the Maester.

"Yes, Your Grace-"

"His name is Aerion." Visenya suddenly said. "My son's name is Aerion." She looked up at the rest of the room. "Get out." She spoked, causing the people to shift on their feet. "Get out all of you." The Maester and wet nurses bowed before quickly obeying her wishes, filtering out the room one by one, while Joffrey stood there, causing Visenya to stare blankly at him, Lady Cersei looking between them, an amused look on her face.

"I am, the King-"

"I am the Queen." Visenya firmly cut him off. "Give me a moment alone with my children."

"That thing is not a child." Joffrey sent a pointed finger at Rhaenyra. Silence washed over the room as the amused look disappeared from Cersei's face, as Visenya's face darkened with rage.

"What did you say?" Visenya said her voice low.

Cersei quickly went over to her son, placing her hand on his arm. "Joff, come on."

"No. I am the King." Joffrey pulled away from his mother.

"You dare insult my daughter?"

"I am the King!" Joffrey told her in a loud tone.

"I am Visenya Sunbringer of the House Targaryen." Visenya spoke. "I am the Queen. And I command you both to leave."

"Come." Cersei urged, slightly tugging on his arm.

"No-"

"Get out." Visenya firmly said, though she didn't wish to yell, not wanting the startle little Aerion.

Joffrey sucked his teeth an annoyed look on his face. "This isn't over." He said, beginning to walk over to the door, his mother doing the same.

"It is now." Visenya said as the door closed behind them.