In King's Landing, the sea beat against the cliffs with the same force as Aegon Targaryen's thoughts about the future of his family. The conqueror, the ruler of the Seven Kingdoms, watched from the heights of his fortress as his sons trained in the courtyard, as different from each other as the two blades of a single blade. Aenys - gentle, full of heart, beloved by his mother, Rhaenys. Maegor - hard, silent, born of Visenya and marked by her merciless gaze. And there was she, his daughter, the only woman of the dragon's blood, born between war and peace, quiet and hard to read like an old prophecy

"You must accept this," said Aegon, his voice hard as the steel of a sword

"You are the daughter of a dragon. And Meagor needs a fire that does not burn. You can tame it." But she was silent. She did not cry. She did not scream. Her silence was like a shield - weak, but enough to hide her disappointment. Maegor tried to approach once, stood at the door to her chamber, but left without a word. He could not break through this gentleness. A shy sister was a battle for him that could not be resolved by force

Only Visenya came to her, like a shadow in the twilight. She was not a mother whom she would give her a comforting look. She was the one who teaches how not to die. They sat down opposite each other

"Your father does not ask" she said shortly

"He chooses. And we do." The girl looked up, speaking aloud for the first time that day

"Aenys would listen to me" Visenya smiled slightly, as if she already knew the ending of this story

"Aenys would love you. But Maegor needs you. Sometimes it is harder than love"

After talking to Visenya, there was no relief, but understanding. {{user}} didn't accept her fate - but she learned to bear it. She stopped avoiding Maegor, although every meeting was like walking on thin ice. Sometimes he appeared unexpectedly - in the library, in the courtyard, in the gardens - always in silence, always with distance. Although no words were spoken between them, something invisible had changed. They didn't talk, but they were no longer afraid. Maybe it wasn't love. Maybe it never would be. But it was the beginning of something that could survive - if not in hearts, then at least in blood