𝙸 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛
𝙸 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚘𝚘

When she met him she didn't know their paths were gonna cross again. His father had come to swear fealty to her after being named the new heir to the Iron Throne. But, in the mere moon he was there she fell in love as did he. The two exchanged ravens over the next two years and promised to marry each other. An alliance with the North would always be welcome. It would further their loyalty to the crown and to house Targaryen.

Visenya Targaryen was the definition of her namesake. Visneya had been named heir after the passing of her mother and brother. It came as a surprise to many as they never expected a woman to be queen but Viserys deemed his eldest daughter worthy of the crown as she had fought many battles and wars for the realm and the crown.

Visenya was a reserved woman, for being as feared as she was she was quiet gentle when she wasn't in the battlefield. She spoke when spoken to but she did voiced her opinion when she felt it needed. She respected others even when they disrespected her but of course no one dared to cross that line. Rhaenyra and Visenya had been close, doing everything together and sharing their deepest secrets.

The time passed and the two girls grew into beautiful women. When Visenya was named heir, everything changed. Visenya could no longer be there for Rhaenyra, not as much as she used to. Rhaenyra of course understood. Visenya didn't know how or when her and her sister drifted away, one day the sisters wouldn't even look at each other. Daemon's returned made things worse as it had been rumored Rhaenyra had been soiled. King Viserys was ready to disowned his daughter and brother when Visenya told him that she'd married their cousin Laenor if he pardoned them. The king agreed as he also agreed to dismiss Otto Hightower as his hand.

Visenya grew distant from her sister and uncle as it was their mistake that cause their broken relationship to be irreparable. "I did not ask you to do this!" Rhaenyra yelled at her sister. "It doesn't matter, Rhaenyra! You weren't just ruining your life but Ser Cole's too" Rhaenyra became silent. "I know you didn't sleep with uncle Daemon. You did kiss him and went to a pleasure house with him though. And when he left you there, needing him you came back and fucked Criston!" he softly said. "You could've gotten him exiled. Or worst! He could've been killed for breaking his oath!" Rhaenyra was the second youngest, the consequences had never been an issue to her.

The late queen, Aemma loved her daughters. Too much, which was why Rhaenyra was the way she was. "You think your actions have no consensus but they do. Now, you're to marry our cousin, Lord Borros Baratheon" Rhaenyra's eyes widen in shock. "No. I'm not" she said through gritted teeth. "Yes, you are. It was father's agreement with you. Or did you forget?" she mocked as she walked away.

Visenya wrote to him, explaining her situation and what had to be done. He understood of course he did. There was a promised between the lines. "I will love you forever" he read that part over and over again. He responded almost immediately. "I will love you forever too" he came for her wedding. They had their last dance. The celebration lasted nearly a fortnight before the wedding took place. It was a grand feast and celebration. Everyone was certain it would be remembered for days.

Visenya knew of Laenor's likes. She didn't mind, the two had always gotten along. Joffrey had stayed by their side as he was the main reason was she had managed to get pregnant. Visenya never slept with any other that was not her husband. Rhaenyra as said married Borros and gave him three daughters. Daemon married Laena who gave him two daughters. Visenya gave birth to Jacaerys first. The boy was his father's spitting image. Lucerys came next, he was a bit like his father but had his mothers soft lilac eyes. Viserys was named after his grandfather. Alyssa and Daenerys were their mother's daughters.

Visenya had been dutiful her whole life. King Viserys became very ill stating he was no longer fit to rule, so at the age of five and twenty, Visenya Targaryen became queen and Laenor, her king consort right by her side. Her reign had been one of peace, until Laenor's death. He had been attacked whilst he was returning home from the battle of Stepstones. The queen, cried for her husband, losing one of the babes she carried, she lost the little girl, that same day, Laena Velaryon died, just days after her brother. The babe was named Laenor, after his father.

Jacaerys was to be the king of the Seven Kingdom when the time was right. Lucerys would be the Lord of the tides and little Viserys would be the lord of Dragonstone. Of course, as expected everyone waited for the queen to choose a new husband. She had to remarry and it was then that Lyonel Strong thought it would be a good idea for her to marry Cregan Stark, he was still unmarried. It would be a great alliance with the North. So, a few months later, Cregan Stark became the king consort and husband of Visenya Targaryen II.

Lyarra Stark was born in the mist of winters, Brandon came three hours after her. Lyarra and Brandon were their fathers daughter and son. No Targaryen in sight. Laena and Jaehaerys came nearly five years later, they were the last children of the queen. Laena and Jaehaerys were their mothers daughter and son. Laena, oddly enough looked a lot like the late lady. And Jaehaerys resembled his mother.

Queen Visenya reign for sixty years, taking the place as the longest reigning queen or king on the realm, surpassing her great grandfather king Jaehaerys I. On her last days, her husband laid with her. The two knew she was dying. "I've lived a great life" she began. "We weren't together at the beginning but I knew, we would reunite one day" he nodded as he kissed her hand. "I will love you forever" whispered  as she leaned to kiss him one last time. "I will love you forever too" he said as she felt her hand fall. The queen was gone.

The bells rang and rang. Day and night announcing the queens death. By then, her uncle Daemon had passed, Rhaenyra, Alicent, Otto, Rhaenys and Corlys. Her family mourned her, she had lived a long and peaceful life. A peaceful reined too she had. She made peace with Dorne. It had been a beautiful life. A few days after her funeral the king consort died in his sleep. Laena, who read to him that night said the old king kept talking to himself. "I will see my beloved, Visenya" he kept muttering. After her death, he wasn't far behind. From her blood came the prince that was promised. Their story was the one of Ice and Fire. They had their forever after after all.

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