𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓇𝑜𝓇 𝒬𝓊𝑒𝑒𝓃

Visenya Targaryen was a warrior, being raised on the free cities with her mother gave her the freedom she would have never gotten in King's Landing with her father. Prince Daemon was a proud man, ruthless and reckless, heartless at time, his daughter
was of the same nature, perhaps, even worse.

Visenya was a bastard, yet she did not let that title wear her down. Daemon, loved his daughter, she was his pride and joy, she was like him, the bad and the good parts. Baela was fierce, much like her grandmother, the princess Rhaenys while Rhaena was sweet and kind, like her mother but the young lady had the Targaryen fire in her.

Visenya was rarely seen at court, she much preferred Lys and other Free Cities. She rather fight battles and earn a name for herself. She often found herself with the Dothraki, whilst with them she acquire an army of unsullied, she freed them and they choose to follow her, soon enough Visenya took Meeren making it her home. Whilst she conquered the Free Cities and created a Kingdom of her own, uniting the Free Cities, her father's side of the family seemed to be in a messy situation.

House Targaryen seemed to be falling apart, yet Daemon did not call for his daughter. Not after she wrote to him. "The Khal and I have welcome our second child  into the world. Daelor is now three summers old, father. His sister looks like him, much like our son. She holds your eyes though. So, I decided to name her Daera, in your honor. I hope this pleases you and I hope you come see us soon with much love, Visenya" Daemon smiled, Visenya was not known to the realm but she was his daughter. Not the realm's. His daughter alone. Rhaena and Baela were for the realm and duty, but Visenya was for him and him alone. His warrior queen.

The king was ill, perhaps in his last few months, weeks even. A dinner, the whole family sat together, it was one of those nights where the king looked well and felt well. "Daemon, how fairs our dearest Visenya?" the king asked and the table went quiet. Lord Corlys and Rhaenys looked at each other. Have they missed something? But, their answer was a no, given that everyone was confused. "Visenya?" Rhaenyra asked and the king nodded happily. "Yes, Visenya. Your cousin" he replied. "How old is she now?" the king. "Ten and eight, brother" he replied. "She has welcome a daughter into the world, just a few moons ago" the king clapped.

"Oh, how wonderful brother!" he exclaimed with a smile on his face. "Her son, her eldest has been named Daelor and his sister Daera. Both named in my honor" he said proudly. The king raised his cup and everyone had done the same yet their face held confusion about the matter. "Father, you have another daughter?" Baela asked and Daemon nodded. "Yes, Baela. I do. Visenya is my eldest daughter. My first born child. She is married to a Khal cross the Narrow Sea" everyone was intrigued with the turned of events but Alicent thought it was barbaric to have a princess married to a beast.

"You gave your daughter away to a... savage?" Alicent asked and Daemon rolled his eyes. "My  daughter made the choices on her own. She has fought her own battles and earned her own name and titles across the Narrow Sea. She did not wish to be call a bastard although she cares not for titles she prefers to be as free as a dragon" he replied.  "When you reply back, do ask, if she could visit court soon" the king said and his brother nodded. The dinner was rather quiet afterwards and uncomfortable seeing as the turn of events were a surprise to everyone.

Afterwards, the prince's room was full of questions and shouts. "Well, she is my daughter, mine. I did what I thought was best for her and now, she is allowed to do what she wishes" he replied. "And I shall not explain anymore" he said before taking his leave. Daemon took Carexes and flew across the Narrow Sea to meet his granddaughter and now grandson and what he found filled his heart. Visenya had been told a dragon had been seen far back. An hour away perhaps less. When they described the beast she knew it was her father. As he arrived, five dragons met him in the sky. Three he recognized, they were Visenya's dragons. Nyx, Eric and Hades. And the two, were those of his grandchildren. He smiled proudly.

As he landed outside of the city, he took a moment to see it. To take it all in. But, his eyes settled on the flags and monuments around the city, the ones he could see. Dragons and Targaryen sigils. "Father!" he heard someone say, he recognized that voice. "My little dragon" he replied as he opened his arms to embrace her. "Look at you. How much you've grown" she smiled at him. "I've missed you, papa" she whispered as she hugged him once more. "I have so much to tell you, but first we most introduce you to your grandchildren" he nodded. He looked head and his purple eyes found dark brown ones. The khal stood a few few away, he seemed cold and ruthless but when his eyes landed on Visenya they softened. He loved her.

The two talked and even though no man would ever be good for his daughter he accepted the Khal. They arrived back to the city and her trusted maids arrived as soon as they stepped in with her children. "Father, this is Daelor" he said as she handed him her son. Dealor looked like his father. Like prince Baelon. Tears pooled in his lilac eyes. "And this, is Daera" she said as she held her close. Deara was Alyssa Targaryen born again. White hair, purple eyes, yet he could see green in the iris. The tears finally came and pulled his daughter for a hug. "Thank you" he said. "For blessing me with such gifts" she pulled her father for a hug. "I love you, papa" she said in their native tongue and he smiled. "And I love you, my sweet dragon" he replied back.

"Come. I wish to should you something" the two walked away and her husband gave her a nod. "Meereen is mine" she said as they arrived to a private room. From that room they could see the entire city. "I fought many battles in my few years of live. And I have won all of them. I freed the people of the cities. Those who lived in chains and fears. Look at the city and tell me, do you see the difference. When Daemon often travelled to the Free Cities not many children were out playing. How could they if they were inside working and serving those more fortunates? But now, laughs, giggles and chatter filled the city. The people roamed happily, it seemed more... lively he'd dare say. The people seemed free.

"Slaver's Bay is now called "The Bay Of Dragons" she said with a smile one that he retuned. "I have conquered much like my name sake. But, I do not want power. I want freedom and peace" she told him. Daemon looked at his daughter, she was looking down and she was happy. She had found her place in the world like he wanted her to. She wore no crown, no, she did not need it. She had always been a queen. "It is not done, but we are working hard on uniting every Free City, to free those who had lived in chains their whole lives. I want my children to be able to roam free where no harm could fall on them" he nodded.

Prince Daemon to many was cruel and selfish. Many said he wanted the crown, they even went as far as to say he would kill his brother for it. But, despite what everyone thought of him, Daemon loved his brother, he was his flesh and blood after all. All he ever wanted was for Viserys to love him and accept him as he was. All he wanted was for his family to prevail and succeed. He wanted his family to be united, to be one and to fight those who dared to opposed House Targaryen. He loved his daughter, more than anyone. One would even dared he would abandoned the Seven Kingdoms and his family there to be here, with his Visenya.

"I wanted to bring hear to ask you something, father" he nodded. She was nervous, no one would ever noticed for she would not allowed anyone who was not her father or husband to know what she felt. "I wish for you to be my hand. I want you to be the hand of the queen" the two stood in silence. He was shocked. He had just discover his daughter was the queen of Meereen and some of the Free Cities and now she was asking him to be his hand. Something he always wanted his elder brother to ask him. But, he never did. "You want me to be your hand?" he asked and she nodded happily. "I don't want you to answer me now. I want you to take your time. Speak of it with your wife and family in King's Landing and when you have given it enough thought then you may return and we shall speak" he nodded.

"Viserys wishes to see you" he began. "He is no longer the man you remember. He has grown old much like me, but he is Dying. We all know. He has little time and he had asked me to ask you to visit before his time comes" she felt a sting in her heart. Even though the court knew nothing of her, her uncle legitimized her when she was young. She would take the hidden passageways to see him every now and then. Soon, she stopped visiting but she never forgot him. He loved her as if she was his own, for she reminded him of his mother. "Then, I shall come to King's Landing and see him, perhaps spend a moon or two in court to see what kind of mischief I can get myself into" he laughed and nodded.

Soon, she and her two children were ready to depart. Her husband was never the type to hold her back, she was free as much as him and he trusted her as much as she trusted him. She would never betray him and neither would he. That's how much love the two held for each other. He stayed to keep an eye on the city with the help of Visenya's trusted advisors. Daemon, his daughter and her dragons and the dragons of her two children took the skies to King's Landing. The Targaryen's and the realm were in for a real surprise. Some would say the surprise of their lives. She will arrive at a time where the war could be seen for miles away. Will she choose a side or will she be the one to put a stop to such a silly family matter? Only time will tell.

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