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Visenya was tired! She had run after her sister the entire day making sure everything was in its place for the seven day celebration.
-You will run your own household one day. It is better for you to be prepared. - Rhaena said while walking at a fast pace, which Visenya found hard to follow.
-Lyonel said he would arrive later tomorrow. Maybe I should head to my chambers and prepare!
-I promise you will have time for everything! But you should focus on this now.
Visenya knew she was lucky. Although her sisters had good marriages, she was aware they were hard to come by. Princesses didn't have a choice, her mother didn't, and was at childbed at her age with her oldest brother. Her grandmother had already suffered a fair share at fifteen.
She and Lyonel Tyrell were childhood companions since his mother came to the Queen's service as her head Lady-in-waiting and they were good friends even though he was a couple of years her senior. They left a while later after his father passed away and he became Lord of Highgarden.
Had she not met Lyonel, she might have chosen one of her unwed brothers if it meant fulfilling their house's traditions, she thought them nice enough. Her mother told her “nice enough” wasn't all she should be looking for in a future husband. Viserys had straight up refused, saying he would not marry at all, whereas Baelon had been courting his now betrothed Allana Dayne.
She didn't understand what her mother meant until Lyonel's return to court last year. They were set to marry as soon as she turned six and ten, the same age as all her sisters and brothers when they were wed.
She was excited! He was building a dragon pit near his castle for Aenris. Her babe was one spoiled Lady, just like Syrax, who would like a place for herself.
Helaena had named the she-dragon just as she named Visenya. It meant “rise again”, but she never understood the meaning behind it. When she told that to her sister, she just answered that it was a good thing.
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-Visenya!
-Lyonel!
The couple encountered each other in the hall where the feast had already begun.
-I thought you would be arriving tomorrow?
-Well yes, but it just happened I couldn't wait to see you!
Visenya was a formidable young girl, spoiled rotten by her parents and siblings, she was taught from a very young age how a proper Lady should act. That was not it.
-Well, suppose you should like me that much! - She said with a confidence that quickly faded when she let out her pig laugh that made her betrothed giggle.
-I'll have to say, that is quite charming!
-Do not jest! How awful!
-I’m terribly sorry then! - The Lord was still laughing though. - Why don't we get past this and you show me your new painting you keep writing about?
The princess quickly called her lady to act as a chaperone and they both headed to Visenya's apartments where she showed him her new artwork. It was easy to acknowledge the great talent Visenya had with her brush, Lyonel had made up his mind already that his princess was far more beautiful than any of those portraits. And as improper as it was, he could not help leaning in and kissed her.