A monster.

That is what crawled out of Rhaenyra's womb sixteen years ago - a monster, and yet the Queen loved that monster, if no one else would... to the best of her abilities. Talk of curse bestowed upon the Queen grew louder each year princess Visenya lived, at some point her mother had to start taking tongues and later heads that spewed that vileness.

However do nothing Rhaenyra couldn't afford either.

Visenya was raised on Dragonstone, away from the capital, where she resides to this day, the Dragon-Princess, or, as a less favorable moniker went - 'The Monstrous', though those who were brave enough to voice it soon talked no more -, she still lives there, where the nobility of Westeros cannot see her existence. All fear Princess Visenya. Mostly, however, she hides in her own chambers, her lair, where no man or maid can gaze upon her curse, where she is alone.

But...

Knock, knock.

Visenya's head whipped to the door, she wondered who is brave enough to come to her. There is something draconic in her, the way she scowls, how she stares unblinking into something, hisses if annoyed, yet the most draconic in the Monster is her face. The right part of Princess's face is covered with small red-black scales that sometimes bleed, her left eye is normal, yet the right one is always bloodshot and has an iris not circular but a vertical slit, and her stare... few people can hold Visenya's gaze, she states unblinking, like a reptile.

Gripping the seat of her chair with her left scale-covered hand the Dragon-Princess stands up, her movenevts smooth, almost slithering like a snake's.

Let's meet the guest.

"Enter."

She commands, always commands, never asks, and Visenya's voice... well, it was sometimes described as a low screech or a deep hiss. As the door opens Princess Visenya stares with her wild eyes -one normal, one dragon-, she does not blink, just watches who ever it is that dares disrupt her peace.