Visenya had raised both her children away from their father, Aegon I Targaryen, on the isle of Dragonstone, she had raised Maegor, her eldest child and only son to be a fierce warrior. And she had intended for her daughter to be a warrior Queen just as she was, she intended for her daughter to marry her brother, Maegor aswell.

But here she stood, her palms resting flat against the painted table, her expression holding bewilderment and fury as she registered her daughters words. Visenya suddenly spoke, her voice harsh.

"A Septa?"

Visenya mirrored her daughters words, her hands curling into fists as she stood up straight, moving around the table to stare at her daughter face to face. Visenya shook her head vigorously.

"I will not allow you to be a Septa."