Discord Name: Crazy Excuses
Name and House: Viserra Targaryen
Age: 27 (b. 348)
Cultural Group: High Valyrian
Appearance: If her sister is the ‘blood of the dragon’, then Viserra is its bastard get. Tall and lithe, with skin of finest porcelain and the fierce temper of one with fire in her veins, the traits of Targaryen are there for all to see. But the waters are muddied, for the long hair draped over her narrow, ivory shoulders is not the shining silver of Old Valyria, but rather the flat white of old age. Her eyes contain not a speck of lilac, but look out in hues of shining grey, like full moons in a grand feast hall.^
And they are hard eyes to look into. They speak of naked ambition, the will to burn it all to get what she wants, of boiling turmoil, of insecurity cloaked in cruelty and a longing as deep as desert skies. Often seen in simple dresses with scant embroidery and few decorations, Viserra moves through the court of her husband-brother with a confident grace. Underneath the soft fabric, Viserra is hard and lean. Countless hours in the training yard, countless of beating and being beaten, and the hardships of war have left her with well-defined muscle and the scars that go with it.
Gift: Berserker
Skill: Swords, Tactician
Negative Trait: -
Starting Title: The Dragon Queen
Starting Location: Meereen
Alternate Characters: Ryam Mallister
#Biography
348 - There was a desert wind blowing that night. It was one of those hot dry gales that come down through the mountain passes and curl your hair and make your skin itch. On nights like that every winesink revel ends in a fight. Pickpockets reach for their knives instead of purses and meek little wives feel the edge of a carving knife and study their husbands’ necks. Anything can happen on those wild nights. Lives end in blood and others begin in it. For a chosen few, most of their life will be bloodstained. It was on a night like that Aelinor birthed her second child. The girl was named Viserra Targaryen and she thought she deserved it all.
The girl was a trial from the very start, tempestuous, demanding, disobedient. The first word she spoke was ‘no’, and she said it often and loudly. She refused to be weaned until past the age of four. Even as she ran about the Great Pyramid, talking more than her brother and parents combined, she wanted her mother’s milk, and raged and screamed whenever the Queen dismissed another wet nurse. Fierce and stubborn, Viserra Targaryen thrived upon attention and sulked when she did not receive it.
The girl had courage for ten, along with a voracious hunger … for milk, for food, for affection, for praise. As a babe she did not so much cry as scream, and her ear-piercing wails became the terror of every maid in the Great Pyramid. Viserra was a King’s daughter, and well aware of it. Servants saw to her every need, though not always as quickly as she might like. The great families of Meereen and their handsome sons showed her every courtesy, the ladies of her father’s court deferred to her, girls of her own age vied with one another to be her friends. All of this Viserra took as her due. If she were the King’s firstborn, or better still his only child, she would be well content. Instead she finds herself with an older brother and unbeknownst still, with a younger sister to come. As firstborn and heir, Aegor was even more adored still. He was to be King. Such a fierce little thing she is, they say, she has no need of comfort. They were wrong in that. All men need comfort. And women all the same.
356 - Eight years after Viserra had crawled out of her mother’s belly, another daughter followed. Daenys Targaryen was born and Viserra misliked her on sight. She misliked her baby sister for everyone doted on her so. Oohing and aahing, they said the little girl was the truest scion of old Valyria that ever was. With hair of beaten silver, eyes as purple as plums and skin of precious ivory, she was the blood of the dragon given human form. Until that day it had been known that one day Viserra was to wed Aegor, her older brother, and rule besides him as his sister-wife. But soon after the mewling Daenys was born, Viserra had stood eavesdropping when her parents talked between them. She learned that the little, pink piglet was to wed him also. Aegor was to have two wives! And for many years, this seemed a most foolish idea of her parents. For why would a man need two wives? He could only sire a true heir on one. Only one could be Queen to his King. The question tore at her until it haunted her dreams. One thing stood above all others. Her sister would not take her place at Aegor’s side. He was hers, no matter what their parent’s meaning was.
As a girl Daenys was a silly child, meek and following. A quiet thing, she did not show an ounce of a dragon’s fire, prone as she was to call her upon wet-nurse when in trouble. And Viserra made sure the little mouse got in trouble often. Despite it all, the question burned in her further. For what could it be that made her parents decide her sister should wed Aegor also? Was it her hair? Her eyes? Was it because Daenys was the purest silver seed and Viserra’s eyes were blue, not purple and while her hair was white, it never shone. On the contrary, it was dull and lifeless like an old woman’s.
358 - Aegor Targaryen was loud and willful, given to acts of arrogance, and Princess Viserra’s girlhood made men say they deserved each other. The border between innocent pranks and acts of malice is not always known to one so young, but there can be no doubt that the Princess crossed it freely. She was forever sneaking snakes into the bedchamber knowing that she was terribly frightened of them. Once she filled Aegor’s chamberpot with bees. Roar and curse he did, but after he wouldn’t tell a soul where he was stung. She slipped into the Temple of the Graces when she was ten, stole all the dresses of the White Graces she could find, and dyed them black. At seven, she learned when and how to steal into the kitchens to make off with cakes and pies and other treats. Before she was eleven, she was stealing wine instead. By twelve, she was like as not to arrive drunk when summoned by her father or mother.
The half-witted Vyrero, nephew to Robor Rhazdar, head of one of the foremost slaver houses of Meereen, and so tall he would one day be named ‘giant’, was the victim of many of her japes. Once, before a great feast where many lords and ladies were to be in attendance, she persuaded Vyr that it would be so funny if he showed up naked. It was not well received and it was all the King could do to calm a raging Robor. Later, far more cruelly, she told him that if he climbed her father’s throne he could be King, but the large boy was clumsy at the best of times, and his courage failed him climbing upon the throne of Dragon’s Bay. He fell and hit his head on the stairs, bruising his skull and making him prone to tremors for the rest of his life She is an evil child. Viserra’s minder said of her afterward. Princess Viserra had half a dozen minders and as many bedmaids before she turned thirteen.
This is not to say that the Princess was without virtues. Her teachers affirmed that she was very clever. She was certainly pretty enough, taller than most girls and not half so delicate, and as spirited as Aegor. When she wanted to be charming, it was hard to resist her. Her big brother never failed to be amused by her mischief, and long before she was half-grown, Viserra had learned the art of getting anything she wanted from her father: a kitten, a hound, a horse, a hawk, a dagger … . Queen Aelinor was far less gullible, however.
362 - Maidenhood became her, and Viserra truly came into her own after her first flowering. Eagerly the Princess took to the young men of the court, and they to her. At fourteen, she told the King she meant to marry the Sealord of Braavos, or perhaps the King in the West, so she would be a ‘proper Queen’, and ‘not like her mother’. That year a black-skinned trader from Qarth came to court, sending little Daenys screaming. Viserra said she might like to marry him too. By fifteen she had put such idle fantasies aside. Why dream of distant men when she could have as many scions, heirs and likely lords as she desired? Dozens danced around her, but one soon emerged as favorite. Maleo vo Pahl, third son to Lord Pahl, who was four years her elder.
On an evening, Viserra sat in her chambers with Lelara, her dearest girlfriend and daughter of a wealthy merchant. Viserra was teaching Lerala how to kiss. The boys train at fighting every morning, why shouldn’t girls train at kissing? That’s what they are meant to do, isn’t it? And then one night they started kissing with their clothes off, and that was scary but exciting. They took turns pretending they were boys. Then Viserra dared Lelara to kiss a real boy, and she dared. Then Viserra would do her one better. She would kiss a man grown.
That’s how it began with Maleo. For more than a year, The Princess and the Maleo were inseparable at every feast and dance. They hawked together too, and once journeyed together to Yunkai and Astapor. When the lordling crossed swords in the yards, the Princess and Lerala were there to cheer him on. Rarely anyone saw the three in better spirits than when visiting the fighting pits with their hangers-on. Naming favorites from among the fighters and placing bets, the great fighting pits of Meereen were soon contending amongst themselves whom might seat the daughter of the King and her wealthy companions. Urrun the Lion’s Head, a large Novosi with orange hair thick and long as a lion’s mane who was wont to suck the remaining blood out of the limbs of slain foes, was a crowd favorite for a time. Viserra took a liking to this blood-drinking wonder and saw to it the man was moved into better lodging than the Champion’s Chamber at the Golden Pit, which was something of a misnomer. In return, the man took a liking to this girl of not-yet-nine who loved to watch blood spill and adored winning. One day, after another bloody victory, he presented his dagger to Viserra as a gift, ‘that like me she may skewer men to her heart’s content’. It was a wicked weapon he had given her, slightly curved and serrated, with a half-a-hand-long hilt and a thin, metal tine curing around the hilt the protect the fingers. Out of the other end of the hilt stuck a short spike. It was worn with use, kept sharp, but showing the irregular edge that came from the smith’s stone grinding away nicks and dents.
The threesome’s pranks were endless and they became Viserra’s undoing. On a warm spring night, shouts and screams from a pleasure house drew the notice of the Watch. The screams were coming from Vyrero, who was lurching helplessly in circles trying to escape from half a dozen naked whores, whilst the patrons of the house laughed and shouted on the harlots. Maleo and Lelara, as well as Daven, Gerold Lannister’s bastard, were amongst those patrons, all drunk. They had thought it would be funny to see big Vyr do the deed. Lelara laughed and said the jape had all been Viserra’s idea.
The watchmen rescued the hapless Vyr and escorted him back to the Great Pyramid. Maleo and Lelara they brought to the throne room, ignoring Lelara’s quailing and Maleo’s threats. The pair had sobered somewhat by the time the King confronted them from atop the throne, and put up a bold front. They confessed to making off with Vyr and bringing him to the brothel. None of them said a word concerning Viserra. When the King ordered Lelara to repeat what she had said about the Princess, she blushed and stammered and claimed the watchmen had misheard. Aerys finally ordered the two taken to the dungeons. It was Queen Aelinor, claiming Lelara would respond to a softer touch, who asked leave to question the girl alone.
The Queen spoke to her in her chambers. If Lelara did not wish to join Maleo below the Pyramid and spend a fortnight in there, she would tell the truth. Lelara stumbled over herself eager to confess. Before long both she was weeping and pleading for forgiveness. And from her the Queen learned a great many things about her daughter. And told her husband.
Viserra surely knew something was amiss when the Commander of the Watch escorted her to the throne room. At first, Viserra was not the least bit abashed. I told them, but I never thought they would do it. That must have been so funny, big Vyr dancing with the whores. Vyr makes me laugh. He loves it when you laugh at him. But then the King told that Maleo had spent the night in the dungeons and that Lelara was with child, that the father was Lazorno, a trader’s boy with a harelip who more hair and more sweat than he knew what to do with. None of girls liked Lazorno. That news shocked even Viserra to silence. I dared her. She explained. More shock as her mother told what she learned from her girlfriend about her dalliances with boys and asked if her if she had lain with Lazorno like her friend. Don’t lie, her father said. What you say next determines where you sleep tonight.
Viserra crumbled then, and the words came tumbling out one after another. She never did it, they were lying, it never happened, how could they believe that, it was just a game, it was just a jape, who said that, that was not how it happened, everyone likes kissing, she was sorry, Lelara started it, it was such fun, no one was hurt, no one ever told her kissing was bad, Lelara had dared her, she was so ashamed, Aegor kissed girls all the time, once she started she did not know how to stop, she was afraid of Lazorno, all the girls were doing it, the first time she was drunk, she had never wanted to, it was what men wanted, Maleo said he loved her, the Lord of Light had made her pretty, it was not her fault, she would be good from now on, it will be as if it never happened, they had to forgive her, she would never kiss a man again or do any of those other things, it wasn’t her who was with child, she was their daughter, she was their little girl, she was a Princess, when she were Queen she would do as she liked, why wouldn’t they believe her, they never loved her, she hated them, they could whip her if they wanted but she would never be their slave.
She took their breath away, that girl. There was never a mummer in all the lands who gave such a performance, but by the end she was exhausted and afraid, and her mask slipped. Have you given your maidenhead to any of those boys? the King asked, when at last the Princess ran out of words. True? said Viserra. It was in that moment, with that word, that the contempt came out. No. I gave it to all of them, Daven, Lazorno, Maleo and Vyr also. They all think they were the first. Boys are such silly fools.
But that was not the end of it. The floodgates happen opened and every emotion poured forth. Why is Aegor to have two wives? Why Daenys? Why can I not have two husbands? Or three, or four. I could wed Maleo, and Vyr, and Aegor as well for all I care. The Conqueror had two wives. Maegor had six. It was the wrong thing to say. She had gone too far. Aerys rose to his feet and descended from throne in rage. You would compare yourself to Maegor? Is that who you aspire to be? She was taken back to her bedchamber to be kept there until her father sent for her again.
Even then, she might have been forgiven if she had done as she was told, if she had remained meekly in her chambers reflecting on her sins. That very night, instead of remaining in her rooms as she had been instructed, she slipped away whilst visiting the privy, donning a washerwoman’s robes, stealing a horse from the stables, and escaping the Pyramid. She got halfway across the city, but as she tried to enter the dragonpit where they kept Rhaegal, she was found and taken by the Dragonguard and returned. Aelinor wept when she heard. Aerys was hard as stone. Viserra with a dragon. was all he had to say, shaking his head. This time the Princess was not allowed to return to her own chambers. She was confined to a tower cell instead. The King’s wroth was great, his shame felt deeply. It took Aerys four months to soften his stance on his eldest daughter. All that time she remained confined to the tower.
From that day on, even after she let out, the King saw to it his daughter was never alone, at all times, she was surrounded by an escort, guards and handmaids, day and night, even in her bed, even in the privy. Maleo Pahl was forbidden from ever setting foot in the Grand Pyramid again and Lelara was made to wed to Lazorno and went to live in Astapor. Most of the young men and women who used to wait on her, were forbidden to come near her. Viserra seethed and fumed, and raged and tried to sneak away more times than you can count. But her parents saw through her now. The ones around her knew of lies she told. They were commanded by the King to ignore her commands and return her to her chambers each and every time. It meant a rude awakening for the young hellion. The hatred of her parents grew boundless. But when thinking back on those times, that day marked the end of the maiden Princess and the birth of the dragon that had slept within her.
364 - If her parents thought to enslave her to their whims, they were mistaken. A dragon could not be enslaved and a fierce determination lived within her. It was one that burned away all else. She would rule Dragon’s Bay as Queen like her mother. Unlike her mother, unlike her dolt of a father, she would rule all of the lands in the west like the Targaryens of old. She would be fierce like Maegor, wise like Jaehaerys, beloved like Rhaenyra, victorious in battle like Aegon. Like her great-grandmother Daenerys tried to do, the Iron Throne would be returned to the decedents of the ones who forged it. Aegor and Viserra.
365 – During mealtime one day, she told her brother she had decided she would from now on train with in the yard every morning. When Aegor laughed and called her arms too scrawny and her arse too womanly for the yards. His sister may like to become a warrior, but she has a woman’s parts, a woman’s faint heart, and a girl’s fears. There isn’t strength enough in those arms he said. Viserra pulled a face and replied that most oxen are stronger than men, but none ever heard of them winning a fight. Cackling a laugh, she took the ladle from her bowl and hammered her big brother on the head with it. Nimble as cat, she evaded his fist. Suddenly Aegor relished the idea of knocking his little sister about in the yard.
And so she began. Hesitant at first, clumsy and silly, Aegor and everyone else outmatched her ridiculously. Her feet were clumsy slow and even the training swords were too heavy. Shame-faced, she needed to make do with the ones the little boys used. At first, the men were all confused as to what to do with her. Loathe as they were to let a girl beat them, they were equally loathe to hurt her. She was a maiden, a Princess and her father a King. What might King Aerys do to the man who bruised his daughter. Only Aegor did not hesitate. At their first sparring, he knocked her flimsy blade away and barreled into her sending her sprawling.
That was how it went for months and slowly she learned. First, her stamina improved and she was no longer breathing heavily after mere minutes. Practicing each day, her body was filled with dozens and dozens of patterns. Defensive, offensive. Feint, slash, parry, spin, … and she was drilled to go through without hesitation, without fault, without thinking on it. Her strength was a second thing that improved. In the early weeks even a training sword felt like a swinging a tree. Much later, the blade felt like a part of her body. As natural as her arm and with deadly speed went where she wanted. And Aerys? What about the King? For her father the thought of his daughter with a sword, fighting, learning how to kill a man, with distasteful. It was only the memory of what happened before that stayed him. If this meant she kept away from men, kept herself where she belonged, and stayed quiet, so be it.
Soon, she tired of her brother’s cajoling and of his pack of yapping dogs. She left the yards for what they were and went searching for another way to improve her skill. Even after so many years, the blood of Urrun the Lion’s Head still had not stained the sands of the fighting pits. When the Princess asked if he wished to fight until his arms turned slow and some young fighter made a spectacle out of cutting off the Lion’s Head, and if he if didn’t rather want to retire to a service in the Great Pyramid, teaching a young dragon, he shrugged and spit on the ground. Why how difficult can it be? Showing a dragon how to kill is like showing the wind how to blow. Is it not, good girl? Urrun will show the good girl how to make men bleed. And the old fighter was true to his word.
366 - One afternoon, Daenys, ten-years-old, was watching Viserra take off her leather surcoat after training and prepare for a bath. The sight of her elder sister’s arms, legs, stomach and buttocks splotched blue and black made her roll her eyes and grin. Mother says women who fight aren’t ladies. Viserra smirked. What would you know, piglet. And what would mother. Daenys went on, half-curious, half-wanting to take a stab at her mean sister. A Queen is the soft velvet coating the fist of her husband, the wisdom that makes a kingdom last. Mother says a woman who fights should never be Queen, don’t-you-know.
Out of nowhere there was a flicker in Viserra’s hand. The dagger was curved and wicked, with a spike on the hilt, and to this day Viserra does not know exactly why she slashed at her little sister. Did she mean to kill Daenys? Surely not. While her youngest sibling and she were no friends, slaying her sister had never once been on her mind. Wound her then, show the girl her place and give a reminder of what happened when little ones meddled in the affairs of their elders? But even this did not ring true. For Daenys would tell, naturally, and her mother and father would be terribly angered. The tower cell again would be the least of it. Ever since they had confined her to a cell, Viserra cared nothing anymore for their opinion. But Aegor also would learn. And what would he think? What would he do? Her brother’s opinion of her had become ever so much more important to her. Likely it was merely frustration at the smug words coming for a smug little girl. The sight of her shock was exquisite. Incomprehension and fear plain on her face, she just stood there stunned. Then the pain came and she started screaming and third red rivulets went running down her face. As one could have expected, her parents were furious. But, praise the Light, Aegor cared little. Except briefly during the time when Viserra trained with him, their elder brother had barely looked twice at either one of them. One cannot be sure he was aware that they existed. Perhaps if they had been something he could hack his word into …
Father exploded in a rage. She had not thought he had such fire in him, for he showed it so rarely. Aerys was more of a burned out candle, made of hanging fat, than a Dragon King. But explode he did then and he promised punishment would be terrible. But Aerys did not have much time to be furious at his daughter and devise a suitable punishment. For a scant few evenings later, cries of alarm sounded in the Pyramid. The King is deathly ill. Viserra heard the screams in her chambers. As she was hurrying along the way to the King’s bedchamber, the cries changed. The King is dying. When she threw open the doors to where her father slept, her mother was there and Aegor. Her father had gone to sleep and would never wake again. Died of a sudden illness that took him as fast as it came on. A rupture of the heart the healing men called it after much searching. The King’s heart had given out because of his many woes. Woes about his kingdom the Bay. Woes about his ancestral seat in the Red Keep. Woes about his children. One need not guess which of them pained him most. Whatever it was, Viserra cared not. Aerys had died because he was a failing dragon, a dragon without fire, without blood on its tongue. Like as not, his own Targaryen blood had killed him, proclaiming him unworthy to bear it. If she had some small part of ridding Dragon’s Bay of Aerys the Unworthy, she counted it a blessing. Aegor was the new Dragon King. And as soon as they wed, he would have a Dragon Queen.
Aegor ruled Dragon’s Bay now and according to Targaryen custom, he was to wed a sister. According to their parents sodden plan, he was to wed both. But Daenys was but ten years old and not yet flowered. Sensing opportunity, she pleaded with him, telling there was no cause to wait. Forget Daenys, and wed the older sister now. But the King refused. Targayen custom was scared to him. And much to her frustration, it needs to be said that Aegor saw less in the prospect of wedding his siblings than Viserra did. The Princess could guess why. Near every night, Aegor had more whores in his chambers than a mutt his fleas. There were not many slave girls in the Pyramid who did not know the shape of Aegor’s cock. A slight if ever there was one, one Viserra buried deep inside, where it could fester and grow. And so the wedding was postponed. There was no need anyway. A wedding now would not have been a welcome, joyous thing. Emboldened by the crown upon his brow, Aegor cared for naught else but making war. Young blood runs hot and Viserra knew a dragon’s blood is liquid fire. Aegor was determined to retake what was his due. And so planning was underway. More ships than ever were hammered together in the shipyards of Meereen. Hundreds of swords were forged and shipholds full were hauled in. Sellsword captains from every known part were invited to the Great Pyramid. It seemed every day, a new mercenary lord sat at Aegor’s table, feasting, boasting, planning and haggling over spoils.
Viserra’s own desire not to be a waste of the Targaryen name like her father, was not less than her brother’s. And when he and his commanders poured over maps and plotted sea routes, she sought to join them. When a new company of mercenaries arrived in Meereen, having caught word that the Great Pyramid was seeking swords, it was she who began receiving them and treating with them. Aegor ran hot and cold over this. Nobody meddled in his affairs without him asking and what did a woman know of war? But what did he care if she wanted to deal with those rats-for-hire? As long as they fought for him, all was well. After all, Viserra was his Queen-to-be and not like most girls. Most girls hadn’t learned the sword at the knee of a nail-spitting pit fighter. Most girls were known to disembowel a slave before a stunned court when he displeased her. And she had. As previously told, Aegor was a man of voracious sexual appetites and no whore in Meereen was safe from him. He cared nothing for these girls, just flesh to give him pleasure. However, never had anyone heard of any of them getting with child. Their sheer amount made it likely there were some. And whores and coin, it was to be expected they’d coming bleating to be taken care of if they were. But none showed. None asked. Most people didn’t think much of it. But once in a while, Aegor asked himself that question. And in the same moment, he also suspected the answer.
368 – When the Dragon’s ships crossed the Narrow Sea, Viserra sailed with them. Aeger would allow her a command. After endless discussion, Aegor had consented, too weary to refuse for longer. If she must know what battle is, let her. A small command was all it would be. While Aegor would fly forward and descend on the Eyrie on dragonback, and Lannister and Martell would strike inland, she was to besiege Gulltown, take it and hold it. Four moons later, the sellsails headed by Viserra and prissy Lyseni captain named Boro were blockading Gulltown harbor and surrounded the city. For weeks they sat there, waiting. Waiting for the granaries to run out, for the milk to spoil, for the rats to nibble at the grain, for fear to do its work. Gulltown was the foremost city of the Vale and well-stocked. It was hoping beyond hope that aid would arrive. Messages were by runner near every night and most were caught. More messages were sent on the wing and most were shot, and eaten. But not all, and eventually aid would arrive. After a weeks of that, of doing nothing, the Princess’s grew impatient. This was not battle. It would be weeks more before they could crack open Gulltown like a nut and take her. One morning, the army making siege was split. One portion remained behind to assault Gulltown and another, the one the Princesses commanded, marched to Coldwater Burn, seat of Lord Coldwater.
Utterly unprepared for an attack, the castle was caught by surprise. The Coldwaters had expected them to take Gulltown and Runestone, and the Eyrie and then fortify their position to defend against Stark and Baratheon. The complacent Coldwaters were expecting to pass unnoticed in this battle of giants. Complacent and craven. Seeing her army and knowing that Targaryen had a dragon in the Vale, they wasted no time dropping their gate and surrendered. After Lord Coldwater bend the knee, Viserra hung him and the rest of the men of the household. What grain there was went to feed the hundreds under her command. The women were given over the sellsails to be enjoyed and disposed of. The horrors of Coldwater cannot be gainsaid. It serves as proof that every man can turn into a beast. The next few days bands of soldiers wandered drunkenly through castle village, robbing every home and shop, and slaying any man who tried to stay their hands. Every woman was fair prey for their lust, even crones and little girls. Wealthier were tortured unto death to force them to reveal where they had hidden their gold and gems. Babes were torn from the mothers’ arms and impaled upon the points of spears. A holy septa was chased naked through the streets and raped, not by one man but by a hundred. Throughout it all, the garrison was given a choice: add their strength to Viserra’s force or a slit throat. About half of the garrison left Coldwater a few days later their throats uncut.
She marched on immediately, having caught the taste of victory. Snakewood was next. Lynderly fared little better. Having seen what happened to his neighbor, he sent his son, Jon, to treat with the Dragon Queen. Lord Lynderly wanted to bend the knee, but wanted himself and his family spared. In return, Targaryen and her men could help themselves to food and Lynderly would allow those who wanted to join their army. A fine victory some would say. Bloodless, with no loss of men. But Viserra would have none of it. She wanted to conqueror like Aegon, not be handed a hold like a dog being fed. *You get the same terms as Arryn in his castle.” She told Jon. Afterwards, men said the Dragon Queen stabbed Jon Lynderly in the shoulder. With the help of a good measter, it was a wound that one might live though. But then those same men say, Viserra ignited her sword still tuck in the wound and directed the flames dancing round the steel to rush at Lynderly, turning him to ash from top to toe. Later that same day Snakewood was taken by storm. As Aegor had done at the Eyrie, the castle was set aflame and every Lynderly, even the little ones, were placed on the stake and burned. Rumor says Viserra Targaryen herself lighted the pyre, stepping on it to hold her torch to each and every Lynderly, herself untroubled by the fire. Fanciful to be sure, but the spread of the tales delighted the Princess.
Victory was short-lived though, as not long after the keeps were taken and Viserra had returned to Gulltown, fleets commanded by Manderly and Karstark arrived and retook the Sisters. Soon Lannister was beaten back to the Eyrie as well and not long after the sellsails at Coldwater Burn and the Snakewood were forced the flee before the Northmen. Meanwhile, Gulltown had finally fallen and all commanders were put to the sword. But that wasn’t enough. Furious at the length of the siege, frustrated at the news of losses from Martell and Lannister, and even Aegor, Viserra raged. Men needed to learn what follows treason. For every day the walls of Gulltown have defied King Aegor Targaryen, a child will burn. Sixty-four days the city had withstood Viserra Targaryen. Sixty-four boys and girls were burned under the eyes of the parents.
Another few moons later, the war was not going well for the Dragon King. Tully was now besieging Gulltown and when Heart’s Home was retaken, Aegor himself retreated to Gulltown, but was turned away by Tully’s scorpions. Through letters to Eyrie, Viserra urged her brother to retreat across the sea. She and her men were trapped with Tully battering the gates and every day more and more sellswords slipped away. But the King would have none of it. Not yet. During Aegor’s final night at the sky castle, the Company of the Cat saw a chance to betray him. They wounded Rhaegal and sought to murder Viserra’s brother. But sellwords have no hope of besting the blood of the dragon. Aegor burst out of the door of his chamber, whilst the assassin was left in a puddle of his own blood. On a wounded dragon, Aegor and Lannister left the Eyrie, heading for the coast and beyond. Two days later, Viserra and what was left of her men sailed home, bloodied, beaten and brooding for vengeance.
370 – Defeated and frustrated, Viserra sought to forget the defeat in the many fighting pits that Meereen boasted. As a maiden she had been a familiar face there, but she sought to take a more active role. Favouring this fighter and that, she favoured them armor and weapons. Gifts were lavished on those she liked. Those she misliked were put in impossible fights or simply found death in their cell one morning. Daznak’s Pit saw her greatest triumph and still sees it to this day. The vermin of the streets, little boys and girls, were made to fight for a crust of bread and a piece of apple. Four or five of them against a man grown, with daggers or shards of glass, their teeth filed to a point. More animal than child, they were rabid balls of terror, cutting, slashing and biting. Soon they were known among the citizens of Meereen as the Dragon’s Teeth. And the crowds paid to see them tear men apart.
374 – The wedding between Aegor and his sisters was a subdued, strange affair. Half the city was lavishly decorated. From Astapor and Yunkai, even from Volantis and Qohoris the noble and rich came to pay homage to the King of Dragon’s Bay. But it meant naught to Aegor. Even after four years, the King’s mood since the defeat in the Vale was a black thing and no wedding could take away the shame he felt and the vengeance he longed for. During the ceremony, Daenys was dutiful and obedient, but not more. For Viserra it was a glorious day. Finally joined together with her brother, the Dragon King, ruler of Meereen and rightful King of Westeros, her husband. The dragon had three heads now and there was no stopping it. Even though it could do with one head less.
#Timeline
+ 348 AC: Viserra is born.
+ 356 AC: Viserra’s sister, Daenys, is born.
+ 358 AC: Viserra’s prank causes Vyrero Rhazdar to fall and bump his head.
+ 362 AC: Viserra is shamed before King Aerys.
+ 365 AC: Viserra joins her brother each morning in the practice yards.
+366 AC:
- Viserra strikes at Daenys, scarring her sister’s face.
- King Aerys dies of illness and is succeeded by Aegor Targaryen.
+368 AC: Ships cross the Narrow Sea headed for the Vale of Arryn.
+ 370 AC: The War of the Vale ends in defeat.
+ 374 AC: King Aegor Targaryen weds both of his sisters.
#NPCs
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Urrun The Lion’s Head (b. 328) – Former pit fighter, Viserra’s teacher and guard | Warrior (Swords)
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Regnal na Zhera (b. 337) | General
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Shagaqhe (b. 353) – Lady-in-waiting | Negotiator
Submitted April 04, 2019 at 02:23PM by Lady_Lizard https://ift.tt/2UcAg8u
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