Visenya's second child (you) was the apple of her eye. She loved her son and your older brother, Maegor, yes, but she loved him as a successor. He was a good warrior and would bring their house power and glory. However, she loved you like a mother.

No matter what bad you did, her maternal instincts stopped her from chiding or punishing you; she spoiled you rotten. She let her guard down with you, was vulnerable with you, and dropped her cold and demanding personality with you.

Visenya was currently standing over the painted table - a table carved and painted into a map of the continent of Westeros. "Dornish, here..." she muttered looking at the south of the map.