POV - Maester Cressen
And if you do nothing, both of them will be dead.
Do it, maester, just do it.
Said the prince, and I couldn't believe how the kind prince who loved his mother so much could order me to do something like that.
As you wish, my prince, I said. For what else could I do except my duty?
An hour and a half later The babe's loud cries can be heard as I pulled the babe out of the queen's womb. As I cleaned the blood from the babe and wrapped her up in a clean towel, The prince entered the chamber and when he saw the queen.
Gods, I could see the prince's eyes held something akin to madness and regret.
My prince, my prince,
I called him several times until he looked at me, and I put the babe in his hands as I told him
What kind of miracle took place for the girl's survival
"Visenya Targaryen.
You will be Visenya Targaryen,"
said the prince as he was admiring the babe's beautiful eyes.
Just then, Ser Herald entered the chamber rather forcefully.
"My prince, my prince, the usurper's fleet is here,"said the man.
The prince's eyes widened for a brief second before returning to their usual coldness. "
How many?" the prince asked. "
My prince?
How many warships?"
"30 warships and 50 smaller vessels, my prince."
"That's not possible! How did they get all of those ships? They didn't have any ships,"
I said, for it was not possible to make all of those ships in such a short time. Last I heard, they were still building warships in Storm's End. "
The Redwynes," said the prince in a cold voice, pulling me out of my thoughts. "
My prince, last I heard, the Redwynes' fleet was in Storm's End,"
I said to the prince, for it's unthinkable to assume that the Redwynes, who were loyal to the crown for close to three centuries, would just bend the knee to Robert Baratheon and attack Dragonstone. "
It appears that their oath is as worthless as their wine,"
said the prince in a cold and angry tone. "
But the Redwyne fleet is more than 200 warships and 1,000 merchant vessels;
those out there are no more than 80 ships."
"They wouldn't dare do a full-scale invasion, not while the Ironborn's fleet remains untouched,"
said the prince. And the prince's words had logic in them, for if the Ironborn attacked the Reach, they would leave nothing behind but death and misery.
- POV Viserys Targaryen - "
Ser Herald, with me in the meantime. Maester, take my sister and go to speak with Ser William. Tell him to prepare for the fall; he will understand."
"What of you, my prince?" asked the maester. "
I will hold them back along with the other men. They probably have less than 9,000 men, and we have the advantage of being on land. If the gods be kinder to us, then I will drive them back."
5 HOURS LATER
- POV Ser William Darry - "
Gods, I should be fighting in there. Why am I in this cursed ship? And gods, the princess keeps asking for the prince, and I can't find it in my heart to tell her to be quiet. And Princess Visenya, gods, Princess Visenya, she is crying like she knows that her mother is gone.
Knock knock. "
Who is it?" I ask as I pulled my dagger out. "
It's me, Ser William, it's me, Viserys,"
I heard the prince's firm yet tired voice. As I open the door so the prince can enter, the smell hits me first. Gods, the smell of blood and smoke hits me. One could easily think the prince had bathed in FIRE AND BLOOD.
The smell was so thick and strong I could feel dizzy from it.
The prince—gods, the prince—was covered in blood and mud from his toes to his head. His silver hair was covered in blood and mud and things I know not. "
My prince, you are not wounded, are you?"
I asked the prince, my voice full of concern and shame. Gods, what kind of knight am I? Hiding in this cursed ship while a boy of one and ten was fighting for his life. "
I am not wounded, Ser William, really,"
said the prince, and gods, I wish I could believe him. "
Tell the men to go back to the castle, for we have driven them back to their shitholes," shouted the prince so that the men could hear him.
And they heard him, gods, they heard him, for they started to shout like they were going to bathe.
In gold
Shouts of the Seafire Prince and the Bloodborn Prince echoed in the cold night of Dragonstone.
- POV Viserys Targaryen
Gods, I am tired. Brother, father, may both of you rot in the seven hells for all this madness you two have caused.
My hands are numb from killing all those men.
Gods It wasn't supposed to be like this. How am I supposed to make it?
How am I supposed to raise two children while not knowing how to raise myself?
Gods give me strength.
For I will need all I can get.