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Different by the Light of Day by TheEagleGirl
Fandoms: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, Game of Thrones (TV)
22 Jun 2017
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Summary
A marriage between three people isn't easy, and sometimes so uncomfortable that it's painful, to all involved.
Or, Jon Snow is born Visenya Targaryen, and is confused more than just sometimes.
Series
- Part 2 of Visenya
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“Are you sure, princess? I could have your harp brought down in a moment.”
It is Ser Jaime, standing at attention at the door. He is so quiet sometimes that Rhaenys forgets he is there. She has never been close to Ser Jaime, preferring instead the sharp wit of Ser Arthur or the stoic humor of Ser Barristan. But he and Visenya have always had a bond, and at his voice, Visenya stops.
Rhaenys does not think that Visenya will waver, but she does. Ser Jaime does not speak, but Rhaenys sees a silent message being communicated. What it is, she does not know.
“I’ll get it myself,” Ser Jaime suggests. Without waiting for Visenya’s response, he turns and strides out the doors. Visenya sits back down, and takes a breath.
From besides her, Aegon speaks, his voice almost soft. “What will you sing for us?”
Visenya does not look at him. It breaks Rhaenys’s heart, that her brother and sister cannot get along outside of the training yard. “The Rains of Castamere,” her sister tells them, but keeps her eyes trained on Tyrion Lannister. “To honor our guest.”
Tyrion laughs, diffusing some of the tension, but Rhaenys can see the way Visenya’s shoulders tighten, the minute frown forming it’s way on her brow. Perhaps it was too soon for her to have suggested…
But then Daenerys leans over Rhaenys to whisper to Aegon, “You’re in for a treat. She plays it well.”
Rhaenys’s fingers tighten on her chair, almost imperceptibly. She can feel the nerves coming off her sister, the hope in Aegon’s eyes. One step at a time, one step to strengthen ties between them all, to get rid of the awful tension between them, the wall of ice that Visenya has up against Aegon, and against Rhaenys, to a lesser degree.
The harp, when it comes, shines silver in the dimly lit room. Rhaenys catches her breath as Visenya arranges herself against it, fingers poised above the strings. She’s forgotten how beautiful her sister is with an instrument in her hands, be it a sword or a harp. She wants to stand up, to kiss Visenya and wisk her away, away from the pain that exists between the three of them.
Instead, she lets go of the chair’s arm, and holds Aegon’s hand. He looks at her, confusedly. While they are physical with one another, they have not held hands outside of the bedroom before.
Visenya starts the first line without music, just her voice low against the cracking of the fire.
And who are you, the proud lord said,
That I must bow so low?Her fingers pluck at the strings, and it’s quiet, intense. Aegon’s fingers tighten against Rhaenys’s.
Only a cat of a different coat,
that's all the truth I know.
In a coat of gold or a coat of red,
a lion still has claws,
And mine are long and sharp, my lord,
as long and sharp as yours.Suddenly, Visenya’s voice, and the music, rises.
And so he spoke, and so he spoke,
that lord of Castamere,
But now the rains weep o'er his hall,
with no one there to hear.Quieting again, Visenya finishes the song.
Yes now the rains weep o'er his hall,
and not a soul to hear.The last note vibrates in the air, and Rhaenys dares not be the one to break the spell. She wishes, sometimes, that she’d taken her music lessons as seriously as Visenya had. But her voice is deeper and not as pleasant, so she’d taken up poetry instead.
“That was beautiful,” Tyrion says, voice low, as if afraid to disturb the air. Rhaenys knows the feeling. Visenya stays hunched over the harp for a moment longer, before pushing her hair out of her eyes.
“Thank you, Lord Tyrion.” Her sister’s voice is formal, but her face is flushed from the praise. Before Rhaenys can congratulate her on a wonderful performance, Visenya has risen from the table. Without a word, she leaves, and Ser Jaime escorts her from the room.
Rhaenys does not miss how Aegon’s eyes follow her.
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Bookmark Notes:
Awesome fic