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silver and moonstone by simplynotcapable
Fandoms: House of the Dragon (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms
27 Nov 2025
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It could not be said for certain that Visenya Targaryen was a dreamer.
She did not see the future barreling towards her family faster than their dragons came diving from the skies; she did not see the past—all the things that once were, all the lives that lit up and burnt out just as quickly. She did not see the present, either, all the happenings across the sea and through the realms, all the truths that had not yet spread to all the little birds in King’s Landing.
No, Visenya only ever dreamed of a could have been world. A might have been life. A life she already lost the chance to live, a peace that would not reign, blood that would not stay burning in the veins of dragons.
She dreamt of what could never be.
She tore her heart in half wanting for it.
(In some lives: Baelon dies, Visenya lives, and dragons dance.)
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Or, Visenya's coin fell the first time she looked to Aemond and saw only Baelon's face--edits completed, all further updates will be new--
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Bookmarker's Notes
When I read The Killing Moon for the first time, I thought: This is it, this is my Aemond. And yet, while that fic accounted for the man-legend, for the powerhouse potential that is the Kinslayer, it is through this fic that I have finally and for all connected to the other version of Aemond: the unsure, insecure kid, the soft prince underneath, the envy and the want, the yearning, without ever taking from him, his violence and his masculinity. And he's not the only so-well-written-I-could-cry character, it's everyone: Aegon (and oh, didn't it hurt to see his go from the cutest little kid that trailed after Visenya like a duckling after its mother to the drunk rapist -even if Visenya doesn't know that yet- groomed to take the throne), Helaena (sweet, sweet Helaena, troubled Helaena who wants to be brave), Rhaenyra (flawed and willfully blind, politically unintelligent, selfish for her needs and wants, and yet so, so kind, so good, so motherly to the sister she had no duty to, to the baby she could have spurned for their mother's death, to the girl she raised as her own and welcomed into her family as one more -how could Visenya not fight for her sister, not give her all for her, not be forced to turn on her younger siblings, when Rhaenyra has always loved her so fiercely?), Daeron (little Daeron with the soft heart and the light smile, sweet Daeron who was so very alone at Oldtown, kind Daeron who is being exposed to the real world and is for the first time suffering the harshness of Westeros on his sheltered, good soul), Kermit (Kermit Tully who is more lapdog than trouch, who is so besotted with his princess he doesn't care is her hardness cuts across his bared heart, that the dragon sinks its claws on his body), Jace and Luke (her boys who have called her sister since childhood, who have claimed her as one of their own without blinking and without question just as their mother once did standing in front of her cradle, her boys who are so receptive to her touches and so open on their own affections, who love her so, so much not even being an ocean away could ever hope to distance them). And of course, Visenya herself. I always enjoy seeing strong female characters who are so very badass, so confident both with a blade and in their own skin, whose filtrations come as easy as breathing, as easy as killing, and yet having them also be soft and love their families and give their all for them. To be so strong and also allow themselves to turn soft for their loved ones. That is Visenya: the myth, the Dragonrider more dragon than rider, uniquely and so very intricately bonded with her dragon that they are the same being, and yet also the sister, the loving aunt. And also, the despair. Those damned sentences in brackets that destroy the readers' emotional stabilities in terrified anticipation of the war that is to come, and yet we are helpless to our hearts breaking and so very along for the bloody ride. This is A Song Of Ice And Fire.