Visenya Brightflame

## Personality

### Personality Description

While the veils and cloaks herself in facades and gentle lies, she is a treacherous woman. Beneath all her dignified and sophisticated grace, she has been hiding whispers and secrets ever since Aegon V brought her to court. She always knew her uncle did not carry much love or care for her, for her life in King's Landing was only ever a measure to stabilise his rule, though she knew better than to let her resentment seep through to her words.

Though she is an intelligent and bright woman, often engulfed in scriptures and books hailing from Essos, texts speaking of ancient histories and lore, her heart is a dark one.

The unsavoury rumours which have long followed her stem only partly from her foreign blood, hailing from Lys and the Lands beyond on her mother’s side, for she carries a certain presence and stillness. Her gaze and judgement cuts sharper than a knife, the grudges she holds deep and grievous and her resentment for the weak and feeble as quiet and dire as the silence of night.

Visenya is fond of her collection of  scriptures and as such, is rather protective of her personal library. Additionally, she is an exceptional player of the High Harp, having been gifted a silvered harp by the late King Aegon for her 16th Nameday too. She is well versed in the Art of Conversation and Manipulation, perhaps even concerningly so.

### Goals and Motivation

* Seeing her father’s bloodline ascend the Iron Throne
* Come into power of her own in Westeros
* Enact vengeance on the line of Aegon V

### Reputation

Visenya is a child born of her father’s exile to Lys many, many years ago. His father, Prince Aerion “Brightflame”, did not bring the girl back to Westeros upon his return with the Blackfyre rebellion though.

It is rumored that Visenya is a bastard-born girl, a child born of Aerion’s affair with the daughter of a Lysene Magister, yet she bears the Name of House Brightflame and titles of a child trueborn of a marriage between him and Lysene Lady.

She has lived at the court of Aegon V for many years now, some say as a ward and some say as a hostage.

A shackled Dragon is still a dragon nonetheless though.

Visenya is a common sight at the court of King Aegon V,  she attends the feasts and celebrations of the court and is a common companion of the King’s daughters.  Though the reputation which precedes her is shrouded in mystery.

## Backstory

Visenya’s life began in 219 AC in one of the bright marble palaces of Lys, the southernmost of the free cities  and the glittering, sapphire waters and beaches of opal-white sands beyond the sprawling manse she would grow up in.

The palace of House Orthys overlooks the harbour of Lys, spread through an orchard of orange blossom  and palm trees atop the pale cliffs of the Island.

Her father, Prince Aerion Brightflame, was never a figure in her life.  Only through tales of her mother, the Lady Laeryssa,  and later, her uncle, did she learn to know the man who had once wed her mother and fathered a child with her.

The pair had met on a scorching summer’s night, during a lavish celebration of the First Magister of Lys’s Wedding, where they had fallen for one another- or so Visenya had been told growing up.  Aerion had spent many years in exile in Lys following his deeds during a Tourney in his homeland. No matter how young she must have been when she had first been told of this, she had  not been so naive as to believe her father had sought out a lady of the infamously wealthy and prestigious Orthys family only for innocent affections. As an exiled prince, allying himself with a leading house in lysene politics was likely his best bet at making his stay more bearable.

Only shortly after his death her father had, however, left for his Homeland, the Sunset Kingdoms of Westeros once again, and her mother passedbut a fortnight after giving birth to Visenya. As such, her uncle, the Vyrivio Orthys, oversaw her upbringing for most of her life .

Though her youth was a safe one, it was one she spent sheltered, as her uncle was hardly ever present. The slaves, who taught and raised her were only little more than cold shadows too. Instead, the few companions she had in her youth were the daughters and sisters of wealthy merchants and stewards in service of her uncle. Even back then, as a young girl, Visenya learned what it took to make people like her, or perhaps, what it took to make them trust her. As such, she was popular among her peers, carrying the blood of the Dragon from a Targaryen prince only seemed to add to her magnetic personality too. She was a common sight at the lavish celebrations and lively parties of her friends, mingling with the nobility of Lys and Dorne, the one part of the seven kingdoms closest to the Island.

Only through that, she came to learn of the great council which had displaced her father’s birthright to the Throne of Westeros in favour of a younger brother.

Naturally, the girl, back then only 14, was enraged.

Without her knowledge, though, a twist of fate awaited her..

While her Father had been eager to leave his past in Lys behind, King Aegon would soon enough learn of his brother’s marriage and offspring in the free cities and soon enough, an envoy was sent into the splendid city of Lys to retrieve the lost child of Prince Aerion. Visenya still remembers the day when she had entered the parlour one morning to be greeted by a council member of King Aegon V’s court to be whisked away to Westeros less than a week later.

For many years now, Visenya has lived at the court of her uncle in King’s Landing, in a gilded cage and in hopes that her presence would keep the children of Aerion “Brightflame” in line. Though now, there was a snake in the tranquil garden Aegon had built for his family.

While she always took care to be an amiable presence at court, gentle words and all the elegance one would expect of the blood of the dragon, often spending time with the courtiers and lords, Visenya has not forgotten her past.

Behind her graceful and kind demeanour, a dragon still slumbers. Waiting to Strike. Waiting for the moment when her ambition may take hold.