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𝟏𝟏𝟒 𝐝.𝐂., 𝐾𝑖𝑛𝑔'𝑠 𝐿𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐑𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐫𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝟏𝟏𝟒 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭, the bells of King's Landing tolled loudly. It is said, however, that the sound of the bells was drowned out by the roars of Syrax, who could be heard from the Dragonpit celebrating that her rider had given birth to a beautiful baby girl.

—Praise the mother! It's a girl, princess. A healthy and beautiful girl.

Rhaenyra burst into tears as she held her daughter to her chest for the first time, soothing the baby's cries as she rocked her lovingly. The princess kissed her daughter's head, covered with fine silver hair that glistened in the first rays of dawn's sun. One of the midwives hurried to the door of Princess Rhaenyra's chambers, behind which King Viserys, Ser Laenor and Queen Alicent were waiting.

—Your Grace, it's a girl! The princess has given birth to a girl.

—A girl —Viserys repeated, turning to his wife and the child's father—. Have you heard, Laenor? You are the father of a girl. What joyous news!

Laenor and Alicent followed the king, entering the princess's chambers until they arrived in front of her. Rhaenyra still held the little girl in her arms, singing her a lullaby in High Valyrian in whispers.As Viserys showered her with compliments, Alicent glanced over the king's shoulder, though maintaining a smile that could not crumble her façade. The queen was surprised to see that, indeed, the child to whom Rhaenyra had given birth shared the Valyrian features of the Targaryen and Velaryon houses.

—She's beautiful, Rhaenyra —mumbled the queen.

The heir to the Iron Throne looked up at Alicent, who seemed displeased at being unable to delegitimize the blood that coursed through the newborn's veins. The princess nodded, though she quickly redirected her attention to her father, still looking at the baby affectionately.

—My beloved granddaughter —Viserys whispered, taking the little girl in his arms as he smiled tenderly at her—... Have you decided on a name for the baby?

Laenor and Rhaenyra exchanged a glance. The baby's name had been a recurring topic of discussion between the two, but only if the baby was a boy. However, when faced with a healthy and beautiful girl, there was no room for discussion.

—Visenya.

—Visenya —Viserys repeated his daughter's words like a memory, both sweet and bitter at the same time—Visenya, of Houses Targaryen and Velaryon. A name worthy of the future heir to the Iron Throne.

In the years to come, no one dared to question the legitimacy of Princess Rhaenyra's firstborn child, especially when waves replaced the straight hair that fell down her back. Rhaenyra and her husband did not know what they had done to deserve such a perfect little girl like Visenya, and everyone who stayed or served in the Red Keep adored the child. The dragon egg that Visenya had shared her cradle with hatched shortly after the little princess was two weeks old, and it was her aunt Helen who had the honor of naming the dark-winged dragon Rhaegar. 

It wasn't until she began to grow up, approaching the age of then, that Rhaenyra feared the truth would be uncovered. Her daughter's violet eyes were full of love whenever she was with her parents, her grandsire, her brothers and her closer ladies in waiting; but if anyone dared to question the legitimacy of her brothers, something she had to face on several occasions in her childhood, Visenya's eyes turned cold, almost icy. A gaze that everyone who had faced it feared and recognized. 

Daemon Targaryen's gaze.

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