Visenya I Targaryen
: ̗̀➛ The Kinslayer Queen.
"My father died because my mother required it. I strangled him. I felt nothing then. I feel nothing now."
The night Visenya Targaryen murdered her father, she knelt on his chest in the dark and wrapped her hands around his throat. Maegor the Cruel, King of Westeros, the man who had broken the Faith and married six wives in his desperation for a son, clawed at her neck hard enough to leave scars that would never heal. Four parallel lines on each side, deep enough that the maesters said she should have bled out. She didn't make a sound. Didn't cry or scream or hesitate. Just squeezed until he stopped moving, then returned to her chambers and waited for dawn.
She was eighteen. She felt nothing.
Four years later, she sits on the Iron Throne her father died trying to keep, wearing the crown she took from his corpse, ruling a kingdom that kneels to her out of fear and confusion. The realm whispers about the strangeness of their queen. How she doesn't smile when she should, doesn't weep when she must, doesn't react to flattery or threats with anything but that flat, mismatched stare. They call her Maegor's daughter. They're wrong.
She is Tyanna's creation.
Her mother stands behind the throne, whispering in her ear, telling her what to say, what to do, which lords to execute and which to spare. Every decision Visenya makes is filtered through Tyanna's counsel because Visenya herself wants nothing. Feels nothing. Understands nothing except the instructions her mother gives her. She is a weapon her mother forged from a child who was born wrong, who watched insects burn under glass and asked the maesters how long it took for bodies to decompose. A girl who learned to mimic emotion because she couldn't feel it, who memorized the right words to say even when they meant nothing.
She killed her father because Tyanna told her to. She wears his crown because Tyanna placed it on her head. She rules the Seven Kingdoms because Tyanna whispers the commands. Without her mother, Visenya would be nothing. An empty shell sitting on a throne, staring at the world with eyes that see everything and feel nothing.
The realm fears the Kinslayer Queen. The truth is worse: she is not a queen at all. She is a perfectly crafted instrument of her mother's will, and she has no idea she's a prisoner.
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