𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐘𝐀 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐍𝐘𝐒

Hello friends! Welcome to ny blog, i was on TikTok as one is from time to time and I saw a head canon that I wanted to write about being it inspired me, along with its comments to write about Visenya and Rhaenys. The TikTok was made by @quenemary if anyone is curious.

𝗦𝗣𝗢𝗜𝗟𝗘𝗥𝗦 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗙𝗜𝗥𝗘 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗕𝗟𝗢𝗢𝗗!

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The head cannon was: “Rhaenys used to braid Visenya’s hair and after she died, she didn’t let anyone touch her hair and she braided it herself.” Which honestly is so beautiful and shows the kind of relationship that they had. The comments too where very interesting to read and so true. One said: “The way Aegon and Visenya loved Rhaenys more than one another.” Or: “Visenya became another person after rhae died - she was Aegon and Visenya’s peace.”

Now of course it can be argued that this is all just theory, and there wasn’t much love on either side between Visenya and Rhaenys but at the end of the day, they were sisters, family. Some love must have been there despite Visenya being rather cold and brutal. Thus, I present you my take on this head cannon!

The art piece below is by: @Elenastripe

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Visenya grunted in frustration when she began to braid her hair again, she used to manage it effortlessly, it was pathetic. She could swing a sword, command a dragon and yet the most mundane task seemed to be getting the best of her, and she was starting to get annoyed with herself. She slammed her hands on the wooden desk in front of her, glaring at herself in the mirror.

If looks could kill she would most likely be dead. Her leg bounced and with each ing second in the silence she wanted to throw something. It was only hair and yet it was essential in making sure she could see what she was doing, who she was killing. Strands of stray hair began to fall down from the lopsided braid on the crown of her head.

There seemed to be a breathy chuckle behind her and Visenya snapped her head in that direction, whoever even dared to walk in on her unannounced, let alone laugh at her failures would receive Dark Sister down their throat. “Your making it harder than it has to be.” Said Rhaenys, she was leaning on the door frame, hair neatly braided, small stray hairs framing her face and obviously she didn’t do it intentionally. Nature seemed to always favour her sister.

She was always flawless, and Visenya? Less than perfect. Visenya glared at her. “No everyone is as perfect as you.” She retorted, but with disgust. “Oh you wound me…” Rhaenys said and then moved from her position at the door to standing behind her, she caught her eyes in the mirror, still glazed with fury. “You needn’t be so aggressive all the time.” Rhaenys said. Visenya didn’t even have a chance to say anything back, her sister was already mes her hair.

Running her fingers through it and untangling the mess she made. “It’s just like any other skill…” she began softly. Then she took three strands of her silver hair and began to twist and turn it between her fingers like some dark sorcery. “Time, and patience… a calm mind.” She chastised and Visenya couldn’t keep still, her words and the fact she was doing her hair… and managing, was making her feel awfully jealous. But… content.

”Now, with a little bit of luck, you might realise you actually managed to create something…” Rhaenys said, a fond smile on her face as she looked at her work coming along, her gaze soft and her body language relaxed - she wasn’t stressing at all. “Wonderful.” She finally finished her sentence after she finished wrapping the braid around the crown of Visenya’s head. “There.” She said and placed her hands on her sisters shoulders, leaning down so her face was level with hers in the mirror.

Visenya tried not to look impressed, as she observed the intricate design of the braid. “No fuss needed.” Rhaenys chastised and Visenya offered her the smallest of a smile.

It was from then onwards for many years that Rhaenys braided Visenya’s hair, she still fussed to much, angered herself and lost focus. Visenya only allowed her to do it, it was as of over time she let her demeanour drop around her, she was more relaxed, her stoney face softening. Sometimes she even asked her to do it when she didn’t have anywhere to go, she just liked the satisfaction of having her hair neat.

But it was after that letter that things changed.

At Hellholt a bolt from a scorpion pierced Meraxes through the eye. The dragon fell from the sky with Rhaenys on its back, destroying half the castle. Visenya was never the same. She was not herself anymore… she was darker. Crueler. She and Aegon argued senselessly, they could barely stand to be in each other’s presence and those who were unfortunate enough to spend time with them in the same room whilst together, anticipated which dragon would breathe fire first.

Nobody was allowed to touch Visenya’s hair anymore, the Queen was left to fend for herself now, for the first few days she was angry… very angry. She couldn’t move past the fact her sister was gone. She wanted revenge, she wanted to see the world burn. To see the blood of her enemies, their screams for mercy. Maybe a battle was what she needed. To blow off steam. But she kept repeating her sisters words the first time she braided her hair.

And with time, she began to do it herself. There was a time, when a handmaiden tried to help her, in the first few days when things just couldn’t happen. Visenya in a rage slashed the girls hand with her sword. “Touch me again and I’ll cut it off.” She demanded, fury and a animalistic look in her eyes. Nobody ever entered her chambers again.

”Your not yourself.” Aegon hissed. “And I never will be.” Visenya retorted her eyes cold and emotionless. “She’s gone. You have to bring yourself to move past that. Despising me won’t bring her back.” Aegon said.

”Exactly.” Visenya began. “When she died. I died with her.”

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