Visenya saw her cousin making her way towards the Small Council chambers and joined her.

"Where were you?" Rhaenrya asked her as soon as she reached besides her.

"You'll find soon enough yourself, be prepared though." Visenya replied giving her cousin a mischievous grin.

The older princess rolled her eyes at her cousin's mysterious behavior, but changed the subject anyway.

"Mother was asking about you."

"Don't worry I'll go visit her after the meeting." Visenya assured.

As soon as both the cousin's entered the meeting chambers they saw the men joking and bickering like usual. For the people who were the most powerful in the realm and could do a lot of good, they were rather uninterested in it and took it for granted most of the time. Rhaenrya and Visenya shared a glance and sighed, but went to continue their duties anyway.

The King was telling a story as they went to take their place, "So, I said to him, "Well, I believe you might be looking up the wrong end." All the lords laughed as he completed, except for Lord Corlys who looked as unimpressed as the cousins.

As he saw Visenya, he gave her a stern look to reprimand her for coming late to which she mouthed 'I'm sorry'.

He then turned his attention back to the people at the table," My lords." He said, gaining their attention. "The growing alliance among the Free Cities has taken to styling itself "the Triarchy." He stood up and unfolded a map. "They have massed on Bloodstone and are presently ridding the Stepstones of its pirate infestation."

" Well, that sounds suspiciously like good news, Lord Corlys." Viserys said clearly not getting what the problem was.

"A man called Craghas Drahar has styled himself the prince-admiral of this Triarchy. They call him 'The Crabfeeder' due to his inventive methods of punishing his enemies."

"And are we meant to weep for dead pirates?" Viserys said, still not understanding.

" No, Your Grace." The Lord of the Tides started but the Kings attention got caught by his daughter.

"Rhaenyra, you're late. The King's cupbearer must not be late. Leaves people wanting for cups."

"I was visiting Mother." Rhaenrya told him as she placed a kiss on his cheek.

"On dragonback?" Viserys asked as he sniffed the air around her and then turned his attention towards Visenya.

"And what about you?"

"I taking a bath to get rid of the smell of the Dragon, Uncle." She told him making him nod.

"Your Grace, at Prince Daemon's urging, the crown has invested significant capital in the re-training and re-equipping of his City Watch." Lyman Beesbury said. "I thought you might urge your brother to fill his seat on the council and provide an assessment of his progress as commander of the Watch."

"Do you think Daemon is distracted by his present tasks?" Viserys asked looking down at his table. "And that his thoughts and energies are occupied?"

"Well, one would hope so, considering the associated costs." Stated the Master of Coin.

"Then let us all consider your gold well-invested, Lord Beesbury."

"I would urge that you not allow this Triarchy much latitude in the Stepstones, Your Grace." Lord Corlys said sternly and Visenya could see how much it mattered to her Uncle. "If those shipping lanes should fall, it will beggar our ports."

"The crown has heard your report, Lord Corlys, and takes it under advisement." The Hand of the King, Otto Hightower stated, earning a distasteful look from Visenya. While, Visenya didn't like Alicent much, this man was the only person, she truely loathed. She wondered why couldn't the King see that the only person Otto served was himself "Shall we discuss the Heir's Tournament, Your Grace?"

"Aye, let's discuss the tourney. Why discuss about a topic that could beggar our ports and leave us vulnerable at the sea, when we could be talking about how man would love to knock off each other out of their horses using tourney sticks." Visenya spoke sarcastically. "Cunt." She added in a whisper which was heard just by Rhaenrya and Corlys. It earned her a poorly covered laughter from her cousin and a proud and amused smirk from her uncle.

Viserys gave her a scolding glare and turned towards his hand," I would be delighted. Will the maesters' name day prediction hold, Mellos?"

" You must understand that these things are mere estimations, my King." The Grand Maester reminded. "But we have all been poring over the moon charts, and we feel that our forecast is as accurate as it can be."

"The cost of the tournament is not negligible." Lyman pointed out as the girls started pouring drinks in the cups for the Lords except for Corlys who stopped them. "Perhaps we might delay until the child is in hand?"

"Most of the lords and knights are certainly on their way to King's Landing already. To turn them back now-"

" The tourney will take the better part of a week." Viserys interrupted. "Before the games are over, my son will be born, and the whole realm will celebrate."

Visenya took in the expression on her cousin's face as her uncle openly expressed his desire for a son, she was hurt but was trying to cover it up. She took Rhaenrya's hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze and Nyra returned it.

" We have no way of predicting the sеx of the child." The Grand Maester reminded once again.

"Of course, no maester's capable of rendering an opinion free of conditions, are they now?" Viserys retorted. "There's a boy in the Queen's belly. I know it."

And just like that the meeting was over.

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As Visenya told Rhaenrya, she went to visit her aunt in her chambers. She saw sitting near the window and smiled.

"Am i allowed to come in, Your Grace?"

"Visenya!" The Queen exclaimed as she saw her and smiled. " Since when do you ask permission?" She asked raising an amused brow.

"Since I came to know that you could have my head if you liked." Visenya replied cheekily.

Aemma shook her head and let out a chuckle and beckoned her inside. She went and placed a kiss on her aunt's cheek.

"How are you feeling?" Visenya asked taking in the appearance of her aunt. She had seen her during her other pregnancies but she never looked as bad as she did now.

"I'm fine, except looking and feeling like an elephant." Aemma joked but Visenya didn't smile, her worry for her aunt overshadowing her amusement.

"Are you sure? Did you sleep well?" She frowned.

Aemma sighed, " You and Rhaenrya really are alike. I don't need mothering Visenya."

"Well, everyone is looking and fussing about the babe that's in your belly. Someone has to look and care about you. So thats Rhaenrya's and my responsibility."

Aemma gave her a fond look, " You yourself will be on birthing bed one day Visenya. It's a woman's battlefield and we must learn to face it with a stiff lip."

"I would rather serve as a knight in a battle."

Aemma snorted," You and Rhaenrya are going to be the death of me. She said the same thing."

Visenya frowned," Don't say that, you're the only mother figure left in my life." But then a playful look appeared on her face. " And I don't think I've to lay on a birthing bed anytime soon. I've a feeling that my father is going to break the jaw of any man who even tries to come near me."

Aemma laughed knowing that it's true.

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After meeting her Aunt, Visenya went in search of Ser Rodrik for their usual training lessons. She found him talking to a boy not more than two years older than her and also very handsome in her opinion.

She went towards them and as Ser Rodrik saw her coming he bowed. "Princess." She smiled at him and then turned towards the other person to see that he was wearing a direwolf pin,the sigil of House Stark, on his blue and grey clothes. He too, like Ser Rodrik bowed to her, a stern look on his face, but their was a kindness in his eyes that wasn't usually found in the Keep. "Princess." He said in his northern accent that most people South would find barbaric but Visenya quite liked it.

"Lord Stark." She said with a polite smile.

"I was just showing Lord Stark to the smith, Princess, then I was just about to join you for the lessons." Ser Rodrik said apologetically.

"It's alright, Ser. Nothing to be sorry about, I've to get ready anyways." She told him and then turned towards the young Lord. " Searching for a lance for the tournament, My Lord."

"No, I just wanted to get my armour checked, it just got a dent on it, after I dropped it." He admitted.

Visenya chuckled. " Well then, I hope you get it checked wouldn't want you to get severely injured tomorrow." She turned towards her guard." I'll see you at the training Ser, do help Lord Stark to the Smith." Ser Rodrik nodded.

She once again turned towards the Stark, " All the best for the Tourney tomorrow, My Lord." She said and left as the other two bowed.

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