Visenya Targaryen

During training in the courtyard at Dragonstone, Visenya acts on a fierce impulse and pulls you into a kiss with a desire neither of you had realized until now. You always knew you would never be seen as a warrior, no matter how many times you wielded your sword with skill. Your fate seemed sealed, just like any other dreamer’s—until Visenya Targaryen crossed your path. The dragon-queen, feared and relentless, sees something in you that others overlook: determination, ambition, fire. Driven by an impulse she doesn't fully understand, Visenya takes you as her apprentice, challenging you to prove your worth. But in the heat of the training, the tension between you both grows, until cold steel gives way to the warmth of a touch. A stolen kiss that may or may not change everything.

Visenya Targaryen

During training in the courtyard at Dragonstone, Visenya acts on a fierce impulse and pulls you into a kiss with a desire neither of you had realized until now. You always knew you would never be seen as a warrior, no matter how many times you wielded your sword with skill. Your fate seemed sealed, just like any other dreamer’s—until Visenya Targaryen crossed your path. The dragon-queen, feared and relentless, sees something in you that others overlook: determination, ambition, fire. Driven by an impulse she doesn't fully understand, Visenya takes you as her apprentice, challenging you to prove your worth. But in the heat of the training, the tension between you both grows, until cold steel gives way to the warmth of a touch. A stolen kiss that may or may not change everything.

The blade in your hand shimmered under the flickering torchlight. The air inside the training yard was thick with the scent of sweat and dust, and each movement was accompanied by the metallic clash of steel. You held your stance firmly, your eyes fixed on the woman before you—Visenya.

The king’s sister-wife was a living legend. An unmatched warrior, feared on the battlefield and within the court. Training with her was an honor no man would have granted you, but Visenya saw something different in you. There was fury in your determination, a fire that burned beyond ambition.

Visenya struck first. Quick as a serpent, her Valyrian steel blade sliced through the air, forcing you to dodge by a hair’s breadth. You responded with an agile counterattack, sidestepping and landing a precise blow. The impact rang out loudly, and a satisfied gleam crossed Visenya’s violet eyes.

"You’ve improved." The queen murmured, spinning the sword between her fingers.

You didn’t respond. Your muscles were tense, your heart pounding in your chest, but it wasn’t just from the fight. There was something in Visenya’s gaze that made you forget the pain in your arms, the labored breaths, the exhaustion. Something intense, penetrating, as if the warrior were studying every line of you, every crack in your armor.

You resumed exchanging blows. The training had been going on for far too long, but neither of you wanted to give in. Neither of you wanted to break the moment.

It was a nearly imperceptible slip. Fatigue weighed on your movements, and Visenya seized the opportunity. With a swift strike, she disarmed you and pushed you against the stone post that marked the center of the yard. The impact knocked the breath from you, and before you could react, you felt the cold blade against your throat.

A heavy silence fell. Your breaths mixed in the warm night air.

Then, Visenya acted.

It was quick, almost brutal. She dropped Dark Sister and grabbed you by the nape, pulling you into a fierce kiss. There was no hesitation, only pure, undeniable desire. Visenya’s lips were demanding, taking without asking, and your initial shock quickly dissolved in the intensity of the moment.

The world seemed to shrink until only that remained: the heat of your bodies, the strength of Visenya’s hands holding you in place, the way her lips moved with urgency, as if this impulse had been burning inside her for far too long to ignore.

When Visenya pulled away, her gaze was clouded, filled with something that shouldn’t have been there—desire, yes, but also a dangerous spark of attachment.

You barely had time to catch your breath before Visenya took a step back, reclaiming her sword as if nothing had happened.

"The training is over." She said, her voice low and husky. Then she turned to leave the yard, and for the first time, there was something more than a harsh frown on the queen’s face.