I noticed some people were shocked about the time jump. I won't do another big one but I am at 49 chapters, I need to get to the Dance. I want the twins to be 5 for the war so we are a little less than two years and I expect to get through that within a few chapters.

It wasn't a good day, it wasn't even a bad day. It was an awful day. Aemond woke up after Visenya and her breath already smelled of wine. He knew she was at a rough point of her cycle, he tried to keep track so that he could prepare tea when she was cramping. But this was different. All day had been difficult.

"Would you just fucking eat the porridge, Visenya?"

"I told you, I am not fucking hungry!" Visenya yelled drunkenly, throwing the bowl at Aemond. He ducked at the right moment and the bowl shattered against the wall.

"I swear, if I had a golden dragon for every time you have thrown something at me during our marriage, I could sail away to Lys and be a fat and rich lord!"

"Well, maybe you should, Aemond! Maybe you should leave and marry some Lyseni whore and rule some fucking Lysene farm!"

Aemon sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "I get you are on that part of your cycle where you get all ... flustered, but this isn't like you, Vis."

Visenya finished the rest of her wine and slammed the cup down. "What is like me, Aemond? A dutiful princess that gets shit on? What the fuck is the point of any of this?"

"Your speech is slurred and you are drunk, we are not fighting right now. I don't even know how to help you if you can't tell me what's wrong."

"Why do you want to help me, Aemond?"

He scoffed. "Why? Do I need to list off every reason I love you, every little thing that irritates me beyond relief but that's okay because I live for you? I will do it Visenya, don't be a brat."

"Fuck off," She mumbled.

He grabbed her wrist. "No, you don't get to walk away all self-loathing. I love you, Visenya. I love the way you nervously twist your rings, I love how when we lie together you run your fingers through my hair. I love it when your smile and laugh on the rare occasions you do. I wish you could see yourself the way I do because maybe then you will love yourself."

She blinked her tears away but before she could respond, someone knocked on their door. "Princess, Lady Ellyn has started her labors."

"Fuck, I promised I would be there. I can't help her if I am drunk."

Aemond watched her. "I don't think you need that on your plate right now, my dear. You get mean when you drink. Ellyn doesn't need that."

"I promise my baby brother I would be there for him. He needs me Aemond, we are alone."

"Rhaenys is visiting, she can be there. For appearance purposes, she is the great-grandmother of this baby."

"Visenya, Ellyn is asking for you," Rhaenys said on the other side.

"See? I am wasting my time with you. Go take care of your children."

"My children? You say that like it's awful, Visenya."

"I don't give a fuck!" She laughed. "I am alone, Aemond, I have been alone since I was eleven. I should have thrown myself off that cliff."

She opened the door and left their room, leaving Aemond defeated and dumbfounded. Rhaenys stood at the doorway and looked at Aemond. "You don't know what today is, do you?"

"Feel free to enlighten me."

"It is the day Laenor died. I don't agree with how she is coping but try to be easy on her."

How did he not know? How was that not information anyone else had? "How do I help her?"

"I don't know if anyone can, Aemond."

-

Ellyn's labor was entering the eighth hour and Visenya was nursing a hangover from one of the Seven Hells. She hadn't seen Aemond in hours and couldn't even remember the last time she saw him.

"Mama?"

It was hours into the night and there was no reason for Maegor to be walking the halls and yet he found her. "Maegor, why aren't you in bed?"

"I was looking for you. Papa is alone and I wanted to sleep next to you but you were gone."

Her smile widened at his words and she picked him up. She was sitting on a bench in the hall, needing some time to gather herself. Ellyn was doing the best she could to get rest between the contractions but they were slowly getting closer together.

She let Maegor sit in her lap and kissed the top of his head. "You should be sleeping, little one."

"Can you sing me the lullaby?" He asked, squirming in her arms.

"Hmm, I can not remember the song you speak of." She grinned

"Please, Mama!"

"I suppose I can remember it," She smiled and kissed his cheek.

"Jikagon naejot ēdrugon ñuha rūs, jikagon naejot ēdrugon ñuha jorrāelagon.  Ao māstan ezīmagon bisa vys iā product hen ñuha deep jorrāelagon.  Iksā closing aōha laesi yn jurnegon deep ezīmagon ñuhon.  Nyke jiōragon ao ñuha prūmia kesrio syt gaoman daor gūrogon ziry, isse exchange syt aōha ēdrugon.  Jikagon naejot ēdrugon ñuha rūs, jikagon naejot ēdrugon ñuha jorrāelagon.  Ao māstan ezīmagon bisa vys iā product hen īlva deep jorrāelagon."

*Go to sleep my baby, go to sleep, my love. You came into this world as a product of my deep love. You are closing your eyes but look deep into mine. I offer you my heart because I do not deserve it, in exchange for your sleep. Go to sleep my baby, go to sleep, my love. You came into this world as a product of our deep love.

Maegor's little eyelids fluttered shut and he went lax in her arms. She held him close and it was moments like this one that made her eternally grateful.

Was this it? Was this worth the sacrifice of Laenor?

Had Laenor lived, she wouldn't have pulled herself up. She might not be strong and quiet, always listening and planning. She would have never fallen in love with Aemond because she would have never been alone and needed that connection at such a vulnerable time. And had she hated Aemond for their marriage, she would have likely been doomed with more miscarriages, and maybe ... she might have resented her children the way Rhaenyra resented her.

But now she had Maegor and Laenora. Laenor's death had to have been for something, so maybe having her children was a way to honor him, to live at peace without him.

She looked down and brushed her fingers over Maegor's hair. Just a bit over three years with the twins and they were everything. She couldn't imagine her life without them and she didn't want to.

Visenya hadn't realized she dozed off until she felt someone sit next to her and she looked up to see Aemond. "How long have you been asleep?" He asked softly, looking at the sleeping Maegor in her arms.

"What hour of labor is Ellyn in?" She yawned.

"The midwife just told me it's the ninth hour."

"Oh, just an hour then."

They sat in silence and she noticed Aemond was on edge. "Did something happen?"

He tiredly raised a brow and leaned back against the wall. "You don't get that drunk often, I am not surprised you don't remember."

"I am guessing I got mean."

"Slightly. But to my great disappointment, I love you enough to forgive you."

The edge of his lips faintly turned up to smile and he nudged her with that playful grin of his. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and she leaned into his body without waking Maegor.

"I can't blame you, perhaps. Rhaenys told me what yesterday was for you and all I can say is -"

"Don't." Visenya closed her eyes and whispered. "It is not your fault, Aemond, I never meant to make you feel that way. It's not your fault I never told you what day that was. You don't have to protect me all the time, Aemond, I put myself in that mess and you don't need to pick up after me."

He reached a hand over to cup her cheek. "I want to Visenya. Why do you think I follow you everywhere you go? Because I genuinely cannot be away from you. My life is brighter when your fire is at the center of it. I pledged myself to you, I promised to be your sword in the night."

"I think I am going to get better, Aemond. I want to be."

"Is that why you haven't been eating?"

She looked up at him with furrowed brows.

"You thought that I haven't been paying attention? You throw away half your meals and your dresses even before the twins are too big on you now. You still have the most luminous post-birth thighs in the world but you aren't healthy."

"That's because all my weight went to my thighs and ass," She mumbled, burying her face back into his chest.

"Which I am not complaining about, but it would be nice to see you regain some fat where it belongs. I want you healthy and you have more body on you, that's just more for me to love."

"Iksā iā honorable vala, Aemond Targārien."
*You are an honorable man, Aemond Targaryen.

He kissed her temple. "Iksan vala hen ñuha udir, se mazeman zirȳ seriously.  Eman devoted ñuha ābrar naejot ao, jaelan daor ābrar lo issa daor syt ñuha dāria."
*I am a man of my word, and I take them seriously. I have devoted my life to you, I want no life if it is not for my Queen.

Her cheeks were on fire at this point. Five years into their marriage and he still had the ability to make her blush like a giddy girl. "I am ready for a baby."

He let out a sigh and rubbed his temples. "You had to spring that on me now?" He took a moment before continuing. "This is very difficult for me to say, but no. Not until you are healthy. Body and mind."

She stuck out her bottom lip in a pout and he looked away. "Visenya Targaryen, don't fucking do this to me."

"I suppose I should be thanking you for caring so much."

"I can think of some other ways for you to thank me at a later time when our son is not in your lap."

Brella's screams picked back up and Visenya recognized the intensity. "She has to be close to delivery."

"Do you want me to take Maegor?" Aemond asked.

"Please. I will be back when the babe is born and then I will go with Luke and Ellyn to present it to Viserys."

"I will come with you."

Visenya smiled. "You really do like to follow me everywhere, huh?"

Aemond gently grabbed Maegor and gave her a kiss before leaving. She walked into the birthing chambers and Luke looked over. "Thank the gods."

"Problems, baby brother?" She smirked.

"I don't know how to help! She is in pain and I can't do anything. Maybe I should go."

Visenya glared at him. "You will stay by her side, Lucerys. Do you know what Aemond said when the nurses tried to drag him away? He said, 'What kind of man does that make me if I can put the babe in her but can't stand to be around when it is born' to the nurses. You will not be that kind of man, Luke."

"I am no help to her, Visenya."

"So? That's not why she needs you, Luke. Go hold her hand and I will hold the other."

Ten minutes after intense screaming and Ellyn almost breaking her hand - she needed to remember to apologize to Aemond now that she knew how that felt - a baby boy was born.

"Is he okay?" Ellyn panicked until he was placed on her chest. She found it interesting how some women loathed pregnancy and the idea of children but the second they had the baby, those instincts kicked in immediately. The way Ellyn looked at their baby was powerful.

"He's perfect," Ellyn cried, gently swiping her thumb across his tiny cheek.

"Does he have a name?" Visenya asked.

"Yes," Luke nodded. "As a reminder of his Targaryen roots, we wanted a Valyrian name but one that has not been used in the last handful of generations. So this is your nephew, Aerion Targaryen."

Visenya smiled and one of the nurses came over to take Aerion for his cleaning. When he was brought back over, the nurse looked nervous.

"What is it?" Ellyn asked.

The nurse placed the baby in her arms and lowered the towel.

And revealed his hair.

As white as snow.

-

Visenya smirked as she walked to Visery's chambers with Aemond, Luke, Ellyn, and baby Aerion the next day. Watching Alicent's reaction to him gave her an immense amount of pleasure.

Ser Erryk and Arryk were guarding the doors and let them in. Maester Orwyle was helping Viserys drink a cup of milk of the poppy and Visenya was immediately repulsed. How could this man be the king?

"Rhaenyra and Daemon," Viserys smiled.

"It's Visenya, Grandsire, and your son. Aemond." Visenya said with her hands held behind her back.

"Ah, yes, I see that now. my sweet granddaughter. Is that Lucerys and his wife?"

"Yes, Lady Ellyn Targaryen. She birthed her first babe today and we wanted him to meet the king." Visenya spoke. Aemond watched with admiration. No matter where they went, she always took charge.

"Her name ... is Targaryen? She married Lucerys. Your brother, a Velaryon. He is meant ... to inherit Driftmark."

Visenya sucked in a deep breath. "He took the name Targaryen to honor Mother. He does not wish to inherit Driftmark, Joffrey shall instead."

Viserys shook his head in confusion. Before he could continue to speak, Visenya ushered Ellyn forward with Aerion. "This is Aerion Targaryen, your great-grandson."

"My first?" He asked.

Aemond saw the anger in her eyes. "No, I have a son. Aemond and I have twins, Maegor and Laenora."

"Ah, I see. Aerion. The father of the Three-Headed Dragon. A good and strong name. Well done, Lucerys."

Viserys peered at the babe and Visenya could see the discomfort on Ellyn's face.

Maester Orwyle left them to their family privacy and she looked at Ellyn. "You and Lucerys may leave. I wish to speak with him."

Soon enough, it was just Viserys, Visenya, and Aemond. Viserys was now laying back in the bed. "Grandsire, I -"

"Has your mother told you about the Song of Ice and Fire? She is to be queen and then you."

"No, she named Jacaerys heir. I do not know the Song." Visenya said, annoyed by his off-topic question.

"You are her firstborn, you should know the song. Grab my dagger."

Aemond was already walking across the room and grabbed the famous Valyrian blade.

"Aegon had a dream. The long night," Viserys said between exhausted pants from speaking. "He saw the end of our world."

Visenya frowned, noticing he was starting to have a lucid moment. "How? Did he see a way to save us?"

"It will start with a terrible winter, all of Westeros must stand together and a ... Targaryen must be on the throne. A Targaryen must unite everyone to defeat the ... undead."

Visenya looked at Aemond and then back at Viserys.

"Aegon called his dream a Song of Ice and Fire. It has been passed ... from king to heir for generations. But your mother has not told you so I must. Place the blade over the fire and see the words yourself."

Aemond handed her the blade and she walked to the burning coals in the room and set the blade over the fire. Her heart stopped when she saw the words. "'And from my blood will come the Prince that was Promised and his will be the Song of Ice and Fire.'"

She frowned, looking back at Viserys. "You mean to tell me this is our fate and you have blindly divided us?! You have set us all up for failure! You should have been strong, you should have united us!" She started to laugh. "I don't know if Aenys was as weak as you! You are incompetent, you are nothing more than a horrible excuse for a Targaryen!"

Viserys had thankfully fallen back into his slump and was drunk off the poppy. "Rhaenyra, why are you upset?"

"You FOOL!" She yelled.

"Vis, sleep has taken him. We should go."

She looked back down at the blade. She was not a gifted dreamer like many Targaryens before she was, but when she looked upon the blade, she could feel its truth. She placed her hand over the fire-hot blade and she felt distant memories.

"Aegon, how can we be sure of its truth? Because if this is true, we should mount for Westeros tomorrow and claim it by the year's end." Visenya said.

"Daenys dreamt of the Doom. Thanks to her, we are alive. You are too serious, try to believe in something like a dream," Rhaenys countered.

"I dreamt it, I know it. It was not even like a dream, but a memory. It was right in front of me."

And as the blade dug further into her hand, she saw it. She saw the wall in the North from her history books. She saw blue figures with dead eyes and rotting flesh. Death, she saw so much death.

Visenya dropped the blade, her heart racing with the truth. No one ever touched the blade when it was hot enough to see the words because they would burn themselves. Not Visenya. She could touch the blade when the words burned and she saw the Long Night. She saw their fate.

She frowned at Viserys, clenching her fists. She leaned over next to his sleeping body, whispering in his ear.

"I can not wait for you to die so that we may restore the strength of House Targaryen."

Visenya found out about the Song and TPTWP, something I was wondering how to tie in. I didn't want to make her Unburnt and a Dreamer so I hope my lil vision was believable enough but don't worry, she won't ever be a Dreamer.