#viserra

At the foot of Aegon's High Hill, Viserra's palfrey collided with the mare of one of her companions. Viserra was thrown from her saddle into a wall, and she died of a broken neck at the age of fifteen.

back to doing these pieces FINALLY this one took a lot more time than the gael one because i kept adding stuff lol

Viserra

It was the hour of the wolf, the darkest time of the night, when it fell to Ser Ryam Redwyne of the Kingsguard to rouse the king and queen from their sleep to tell them that their daughter had been found dead in an alley at the foot of Aegon's High Hill.

there she stood, dressed in her pearls and rubies, and her silvery gown shimmered against her form, cascading around her like a waterfall. her smile crinkled the skin by her amethyst eyes, and she beamed up at valarr as she slipped her hand into the crux of his arm. viserra looked… happy. genuinely. her shoulders were relaxed, she moved with ease, and her laughter chimed throughout the great hall of the red keep in a way baelor had not heard in years.

dark curls bounced with each step, pearls threaded in the net laced in the braided crown at the back of her head, and valarr reached over and untangled a strand from her ruby earring, and he leaned over and kissed her cheek, lingering for a long moment as he moved to cup her face. her skin warmed with a flattering rouge, and she fought the smile on her pink lips, but valarr was quick to swoop in and kiss her, minding not the urge for propriety.

viserra pressed her hand into valarr’s black jacket, and a new ruby ring shone on her finger. one that had been myriah’s. next to a sapphire one baelor thought may have once been shiera’s. she pulled away from the kiss, and she brushed her fingers through valarr’s silvery strands of hair, and he turned his head to kiss her palm. her gaze softened so gently at him, and Baelor’s heart clenched. this was a mess the two had created, and he was so horrifically grateful for kiera’s benevolence—and her favor for daeron—but if there was some grand consolation to be found, it was that he could trust his son’s heart in his niece’s hand. he could trust that viserra would not be harmed by valarr’s touch.

with a smile, viserra’s dark eyes roamed over the room, and as valarr peeled away to lead her deeper into the throng of attendees, she paused. only for a moment. just one moment long enough that baelor’s and her gazes locked across the hall—he, sitting up on the dais with the rest of their family, and she on the floor, radiating like the pearl she was. baelor ran his tongue over his teeth, and he nodded her way, reaching for his wine to lift to her with well wishes. but, her smile fell. her lips parted, as if she could call something out to him, and her brows furrowed, and baelor stared at her over the rim of his cup.

cinnamon. hyacinth. sometimes, ash.

he thought of the pearls he had found in his bed. the heady scent of spice haunting him. the curls he knew had haloed on his pillow.

baelor swallowed his wine, hard, hoping it would hurt him. why did any of that matter? it had all come and gone, and their foolishness had come to fruition and they were wed. Baelor would succeed in nothing if he continued to perseverate over it. if he continued to think about it. about her.

but as valarr tugged her away, baelor thought she danced after him in a way too familiar to a fleeting memory from his dreams. dreams filled with cinnamon.

Oh yes, oh how I love What If! scenarios...thank you dear anon.