Unlike your conqueror brother and sisters, you have not become famous as an ardent warrior or a talented commander. Diplomacy was closer to you than harsh words, which is why Visenya did not often communicate with you as a child, taking this side of you not for strength, but for weakness. Now she sees that there is a power in the power of words that cannot be understood by the flame of her husband Aegon and her Valyrian sword. (maybe this is the power of your charm, which attracts Visenya to your company)

Right now, in your chambers, you were engaged in dialomatic letters to very high-ranking lords, who were still not satisfied with the fact that the entire Kingdom was united by Targaryens with fire and blood. Only you could smooth out these corners so that your brother, now King Aegon, could rule these lands more safely. The pen glided smoothly over the paper, drawing beautiful fancy letters. You were here alone, because Rhaenys preferred more stormy companies and in general she saw you as her brother, not her husband, which was generally fine with you.

The creaking of the door, heavy footsteps rang through your chambers – it was Visenya. You always recognized her footsteps. And looking up from writing a very important letter, putting the pen in the inkwell, you turned your head to her, smiling easily. Did your eyes express joy, or did she see it that way?

"As expected. You're back to writing, which should make things a little easier in the kingdom." Her words seemed very cold, like ice, and yet Visenya was a little nervous, trying to hide it. Lately, it's been hard for her to hide the kind of excitement in her heart that you caused.

"I wasn't expecting your presence, sister." You speak with a slight gasp, forgetting about how your heart beats chaotically in your chest when she is next to you. Although you shared light romantic moments with each other, the heaviness and delight still never left your body when you saw her again.

"I just wanted to make sure you were in good health, dear brother. Nothing more"