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Screaming.

Crying.

'Princess, Elaena is dead.'

'Visenya, the twins are -'

Alive. They were alive. All those nightmares about Elaena and the twins ... they weren't true. Her babies, they survived.

"Visenya!" Aemond was shouting, cupping her cheeks. She'd gone into shock, flashbacks, and terrors plaguing her worried mind. But they were alive and they were screaming.

She ran to them, hysterically crying as she scooped them both up. She rocked back and forth on the floor, surrounded by the smell of burning flesh and two small dragons that were ... were they trying to eat the men? It was a sight not meant for weak ladies. Thankfully, Visenya was filled with too many emotions to care about the dragons chewing on the flesh of dead men.

Visenya's tears rolled off her cheeks and onto the heads of her children, both calming down in her arms. She heard Aemond yelling, barking orders at the guards that arrived all too late. Her children were almost abducted, probably with the intent of murder. Had it not been for the dragons, she would have been childless again.

"Visenya, come with me," Aemond's voice went soft as he spoke to his wife, rubbing her shoulders.

She watched Veraxes tear at the cloak over one of the intruders and a broach fell from his pockets.

"Hold them," Visenya mumbled, her tears pausing so she could focus.

Aemond was shocked and struggling to keep them both in his arms, watching her with a confused expression. "Vis?"

Visenya reached over and grabbed and grabbed the metal broach that was hidden under his clothes, turning it over in her hand to look at the face of it. A beetle? No, beetles didn't have clear wings. It looked more like a firefly.

Visenya became aware that they had attracted a crowd at the door, Alicent and Otto gathering behind the guards. "Aemond, māzigon jurnegon rȳ bisa," Visenya spoke.
*Aemond, come look at this.

Aemond stepped behind her at looked at the broach she was keeping hidden from everyone else. Realization dawned on his face and everything moved quickly.

She stood up and reached for his sword, pulling it from his belt. Holding the twins kept him preoccupied, unable to stop her from taking the sword and running out of the room.

She was absolutely blinded by rage. They knew exactly who wore that broach and all she saw was red, she saw his blood. Visenya had never taken a life, not yet, but this was cause for breaking that statement.

He tried to have her babies killed, he planned an attack on her children. Visenya could handle rumors, she could handle his oblique comments that sounded confusing and threatening at the same time. But what she would not handle was an attack on her children. Oh no.

Grey Ghost soared above the castle, letting out ground-shaking roars as the castle and city felt her rage. Her hand gripped the pommel of Aemond's sword, not a drop of sweat. She was stone cold. There were no nerves, no emotions.

She kept running until she reached his door, hearing Aemond not far behind, thankful she slept in trousers and not a nightgown. She needed mobility for what was about to happen. She didn't knock, she didn't make a single noise. Visenya sucked in a breath before body-slamming the door and bursting in. She was on too much of an adrenaline kick to realize how much that was going to hurt later.

Larys was at his desk and the second he heard her, he scrambled to his feet and reached for the passageway door in his chambers. "NO!" She screamed and reached for the collar of his tunic, slamming him to the ground on his back. She could see Aemond pause in the doorway but she didn't care.

She lifted his sword above her head and brought it down on his good ankle, cutting his only usable foot off. Larys was a conniving man, but no one was above screaming from that pain. She smirked at the sounds of his wails and bared her teeth. "Let's see you try to escape with only one foot, not that it's a viable one."

His bloodshot eyes met hers and she brought the blade to his throat. "You sent them after my babes. And you were stupid enough to make them wear your pin."

Larys was at least defeated enough to see there was no way out of this, so what would the point be of lying? "They weren't supposed to get caught."

Her violet eyes flared with anger as she sunk the point of the sword in his hand, pinning it to the floor.

"Visenya," Aemond said.

"No!" She yelled, her voice hoarse from the screaming.

"Visenya, I want my own turn at him, but we can't do it in here. He needs to be isolated. And then you can do whatever your heart desires," Aemond spoke calmly, but his violet eye was fixed on Larys with more anger than Visenya had ever seen.

Aemond placed his hand over hers which was still around the pommel of his sword. He did have to be honest with himself and acknowledge the hard cock he had after watching her wield his sword. But now was far from the right time so he pulled his sword out of Larys' hand and sheathed his blade.

He turned to the guards. "I want a Maester to stop the bleeding on his ... I'd say food but he no longer possesses that one now. The wound. I don't want him bleeding out and dying. I'm far from done with him. I want two guards on him until my wife and I get to him."

The Cargyll twins entered and grabbed Larys, dragging him and leaving a blood trail on the stone. Aemond wrapped his arms around Visenya, kissing the top of her head.

"Who has the twins?" Visenya asked with a shaky voice.

"Brella and Helaena."

She nodded and let him support her, closing her eyes and resting her head against his chest. The feeling of his heartbeat helped her calm down but as long as Larys drew breath, she would never feel at ease. "Someone had to have put him up to it. This was not my parents' doing. Not this time."

"Agreed. I don't think we've been as safe as we thought from the Greens. But I do not believe for one second my mother was behind this." As much as she hated it, she had to agree. Alicent was mad about the name but she had already shown favor to them. She was already a far better grandmother than she was a mother.

"I will draw you a bath, Vis," Aemond continued.

"No," She shook her head. "I need to be by them. Please."

"Then we shall move their cribs into our room But Brella and Helaena can hold them while you bathe. Daeron is with them and I will ask for more guards to watch until you are done, okay?" He cupped her cheeks, forcing her to make eye contact.

She stared into his eye and found the same amount of worry and anger and she knew he wasn't doing this just to separate her from the children. He was just as worried as she was, but his worry also extended to her. He was worried for her. But why? After taking his eye, what did she do to deserve him like this?

"Fine," She nodded, leaning forward to kiss him. "You are far too good for me. I haven't done anything to deserve you. I don't even know how I am supposed to make it up to you."

His hands cradled her jaw, pressing his forehead against hers. "You have given me an unconditional love that no one else has. You have given me the two most beautiful children. You reward me just by drawing breath."

Gods, she wished she could fuck him.

He explained his plan for the evening to the crowd they had attacked, tasking Daeron and two Kingsguard to watch over Helaena and Brella with the twins while Visenya was to bathe the blood off her body. In the meantime, he would move the cribs to their room. Not like they needed more than one, they refused to sleep without each other.

"Seven hells," Aemond mumbled, removing her night shift and trousers for her. Her shoulder was already bruised from the door and even she was shocked at how much blood sprayed onto her. He had blood on his hands from grabbing the sword, so when he grabbed her face earlier, it got all over her. She was quite the sight.

"Bathe with me," She said softly.

"I have to move the crib."

She grabbed the top of his trousers and pulled him closer. "Please."

He rose a brow at her insistent tone. But then her eyes flickered down and he shook his head. "It's too soon, Visenya."

"Only for me," She whispered.

He watched her sink to her knees and it was like all brain activity halted in his mind. What was she ... no, she wouldn't. She never had and he never asked her to. But he realized she was about to when she pulled his pants down.

"Visenya ..." He choked out.

"I have never done this before so please don't be angry if I do it wrong."

"I've never expected you to do it in the first place. Your pleasure is all I care for."

But she wasn't listening as she exposed his cock, letting his trousers pool at his ankles. Her pulse quickened as she stared, suddenly nervous and unsure what to do.

"Visenya, stop. You don't have to," He spoke, noticing her trepidation.

"Aemond, you always call me stubborn and when I put my mind to something, I don't stop until I do it. This is one of those things."

He clenched his jaw. "So nothing I say will convince you to stop?"

"No. So you may as well just let me do this, possibly offer some guidance."

He let out a groan and ran his fingers through his hair. He did have to admit that the sigh of her on her knees before him, cheeks and neck covered in blood, sent all his blood racing south as he started to get hard. "The tip and underside are most sensitive."

She nodded and wrapped her hand around him, swiping her thumb across the tip to collect the fluid already building there. He sucked in through grit teeth, closing his eyes. This was a mistake because Visenya wrapped her lips around the tip of his member, hesitantly swiping her tongue around the tip.

"F-fuck," He stuttered, glad he was against the wall, or else he would have fallen. She took at much of him into her mouth as she could. "W-Wrap your hand around the rest a-and gently bob and suck. Seven fucking hells."

If he didn't know her so well, he would not have believed she'd never done this before. The way she moved her tongue around him had his eye rolling back into his skull and his thighs clenching. He was not going to last long, his toes were clenching with each move she made.

She was so delicate with him, simultaneously bobbing her head and pumping her hand around the base of him. She looked up at him through her eyelashes and the sight almost sent him off the edge. His beautiful Visenya, covered in blood and sucking him off. He had to be dreaming.

He had no idea it could feel this good. He threaded his fingers through her hair and tried to restrain himself enough so that he didn't fuck her throat. She was already holding back a gag and he wanted this to last.

"Just like that, baby, I'm almost -"

Then that fucking vixen removed her hands and cupped his balls, gently massaging them. He was a goner at point and she moved to grip his thighs so that she could balance and swallow down his release.

Tasting him was a new experience. She'd tasted herself from when he'd go down on her and then kiss her, but this was new. And she hoped this wouldn't be the last time because she loved it. His moans and whimpers were her new vice.

The way his eye clenched shut and his jaw dropped as he came was a sight she'd tough herself to. His fucking whimpers. She was addicted now. His pleasure was her priority. The way his whole body shook, and the noises he made.

"Stand up," He mumbled, trying to catch her breath.

She got up on her feet and he pulled her in for a searing kiss. Thankfully, her pussy was still too sore from birth to even crave sex, or else she'd be all over him. This was satisfactory for her.

"Have I ever mentioned how much I love you?" He asked, nuzzling his nose against hers.

"Can you tell me again and help me into the bath."

"You could ask me anything and right now I would do it."

-

After a worrying night of constantly checking on the twins, Visenya was dressed in red as she walked to Larys' cell with Aemond. He had given her his dagger with the promise that he could go in first. They dismissed the guards and looked at the reason for their anger, tied up on a chair.

Larys was in and out of consciousness, the stump of his ankle bandaged and not bleeding. "Just promise that before you kill me, you cut off my bad foot? I have carried it in life, I would like not to carry it in death."

Aemond laughed. "You really think you are in a place to make requests? No, you are not. My wife wants to absolutely torture the hell out of you."

"And you don't?"

"Oh, I do," Aemond spoke. "In their one week of life, I have completely dedicated myself to my children's safety and swore pain on anyone who threatened it. And you threatened it. I want nothing more than to rip your lungs straight from your flesh and watch them sizzle over a fire. But the fury in that woman is unmatched right now. She's earned her time with you and what kind of husband would I be if I denied her that pleasure?"

"And you are mad for getting off on that," Larys spoke.

"Do you really want to talk about getting off, Lord Larys? You have your spies, and I have my own. A little falcon once spotted you getting off to your own mad devices. I would never humiliate my mother enough to confront her, but feet? Really?" Aemond asked.

"I suppose we all have our own devices," Larys frowned.

"Precisely. So who did you do it for? Be honest and I promise to spare you a painful death."

Visenya watched Larys get hopeful. Fool. "It was my idea. I approached the Hand because he started to lose control of your wife. He feared when she becomes queen, she won't appoint him as hand. So I offered to start eliminating. He prohibited the idea of ever being suggested again. He didn't know, and he didn't approve. It was all my idea."

"Oh, how easily they sing when promised ease," Visenya finally said, entering the cell. She clutched the dagger.

"What? You promised!"

"And you believed?" Visenya hissed. "We needed the truth. But part of me was hoping someone put you up to it so I had another person to hurt. Guess you will take the brunt of it for two people. You were truly willing to call the Hand innocent?"

"I hope that after my death, he would succeed. You do not belong on the throne, Princess. But I fear even the truth will not hold you back from your animosity to the Hand."

"No, it won't. Because he knew you spoke such treasonous plans and did nothing but dismiss you. But I do have a question, Lord Larys."

Larys tilted his head.

"Were you involved in the death of my brother's father?"

Larys seem amused by the question. "I was made to believe you despised Ser Harwin for his involvement in your mother's infidelity."

"I did. But my brothers loved them and it was I who held them when they cried out for their companion. It is I who has to watch Lucery's eyes fall when the lack of his real father is mentioned. His death hurt them. So whoever was responsible is the one who hurt my brothers, and I love them. I love Jace even though he has repudiated me. Did you do it?"

Larys studied her for moments before speaking. "I sent men from the black cells to torch Harrenhal, just as I did and sent men to steal and kill your children. Dishonesty is pointless in the end."

She grits her teeth and grabbed his hand, slowly cutting the nails from his fingers. His screams were music to her ears as five nails fell to the ground, blood oozing from the wound. "And before you ask, I will not remove your foot. I will kill you with it still attached. I will smile every night as I think of you in the afterlife still hobbling with it. And when I die and go to hell, I can not wait to see you with it still."

She took the pommel of the dagger and punched him with it, knocking his teeth loose. Next came an ear, and then she individually cut off the five fingers on his other hand, the one still with nails.

She cut his ties off and watch him fall to the ground and she got on top to pin him down, stabbing him in the chest. Five times. Ten. More? She lost count. She kept screaming and stabbing as she let out all of her frustration and the image of her crying children was gone from her mind.

"Vis, honey," Aemond said, grabbing her wrist once she stopped. He pulled her up and she attacked his lips with a passionate kiss, a fire unlocking within her. And he didn't stop her. Not while she kissed him, and not when she got on her knees for him once again.

-

"Father, a raven has arrived from King's Landing. From Lady Misery," Rhaena spoke softly as she entered the courtyard, smiling at Rhaenyra holding Viserys and Aegon.

Daemon walked over to her and grabbed the letter, breaking the seal to read it. His eyes scanned over each word and his expression remained emotionless. Rhaenyra finally stood next to him and grabbed the letter.

D & R -
You might hear tales soon but I get word first so I shall send it to you before you hear whatever doctored lies they send from the castle. First, in case you have not heard, you are grandparents. Visenya birthed twins, Maegor and Laenora, with the boy being born first.

Rhaenyra smiled at the first paragraph. She actually felt proud of her daughter for naming him Maegor. An emotion Daemon clearly did not reciprocate.

Last night, an attempt was made on their lives. From my sources, who I trust completely, Lord Larys Strong sent assassins in the night to murder them. It seems either Otto Hightower sent them or he was doing it in favor of the Hightowers. That much is unknown. But their eggs hatched in the middle of the attack and the two infant dragons murdered the attackers. At this point, it is now confirmed that Princess Visenya murdered him.

- Lady M.

Rhaenyra dropped the letter and she turned to face Daemon. "I have to go see her!"

"Are you mad?" Daemon shouted.

"Am I mad, Daemon?! Our daughter has given birth, we have grandchildren! And now she had killed a man, Daemon because someone tried to kill her newborns!"

"And maybe we should be thanking them," He mumbled.

"You did not just say that," She gasped in a whisper, the shock of his words making her breathless. "There is a large difference between you manipulating her for our gain, something I should have never allowed, and killing children."

"She has a son now, Rhaenyra. The Greens will put her on that throne with the promise of her son being King. I didn't see you complaining when I suggested murdering every Hightower and Targaryen halfbreed."

"Because my daughter wasn't one of them in that plan!"

"And you think she will bend the knee after we have killed her precious husband, huh? How did you expect her to react, Rhaenyra?!" He yelled. At this point, Rhaena had taken the boys and they were alone.

"Visenya is reasonable. I believe if I can promise to make her my heir in that situation, she would bend the knee."

"That time has passed, Nyra."

"Because she is so much like you, Daemon! You filled her with hatred and disgust. My sweet Visenya was good before you ruined her!"

"You mean when that cunt of a husband was making her feel safe and loved? You all lived in denial, Rhaenyra, and you weren't an amazing mother to her, either. People will have to die. If you want to be on that throne, Visenya will have to die with those Hightowers." Daemon hissed.

"Unlike you, Visenya has been good at compromising. I've had it with you for now. You stopped me from seeing her when she lost Elaena, you won't stop me now. I will have Syrax prepared for flight and I will see my daughter without you."

He grabbed her arm as she walked away. "Don't let your false image of her trick you into thinking she's not another Hightower at this point."

She grimaced at him and shook her head. "I don't know what happened to the Daemon I loved in my youth, but you are a monster."

"You seem to be good at holding on to an image of people that aren't true."