Ok, so here it is. This is short, but I promise more soon enough. As I said in my profile, this is a Jaime/Rhaenys T. fic, but since she was murdered as a child in the books, I'm calling her an OC. In my story she wasn't murdered, she was in Dorne when Tywin Lannister laid siege to King's Landing during Robert Baratheon's rebellion. More info in my profile. Hope you enjoy! XX
PD: I don't own anything related to GoT or ASOIAF whatsoever. This is just for fun.
One would think the cold wind attacking her skin like little daggers wouldn't affect her, being a Targaryen and all, the blood of the dragon… But truth is Castle Black is cold as fuck. And ugly. No wonder they had to fill the place with criminals. Who in their right mind would choose to spend their lives in a place like this? Since her first encounter with The Wall years ago, she always marveled at that sturdy, enormous block of pure ice. It was a sight worth the travel. It left feelings of wonder and fear at the same time in the hearts of all. But that was just The Wall. Castle Black was more of a stable than an actual castle. She was not some spoiled little girl –although uncle Oberyn might have spoiled her a little bit…-, but all the grey light, and mud, and cold… It grew old soon. She grew in the south after all, in Dorne, the land of the sun.
- - Beautiful night-. A silky voice interrupted her musing about home-.
- - And cold as fuck.
- - Such an improper language for a lady!-. The voice exclaimed in mock horror-.
- - Castle Black is no place for ladies.
She turned around smirking and saw that the silky voice belonged to no other that Tyrion Lannister, also known as ''the imp''. She always thought it to be a disrespectful nickname. It looked like disrespectful nicknames ran in the family… Half-man, Kingslayer… It was one of the things that discerned a dornish from other folks. Dornish people will hate you if they hate your actions, not your appearance, not single facts, but the whole of you. Despite the Lannisters being behind her mother and brother murders nobody in Dorne insulted Jaime Lannister just because he rid the world from a mad king. Many actually thought he made everybody a favor by breaking his oath. But murdering innocent Elia Martell and her son… That Dorne couldn't forgive. The south remembers. Uncle Oberyn remembers.
- - You are…
- - The imp, at your service-. Tyrion Lannister interrupted her-.
- - Yes, you are a dwarf, and a blonde, that I can see. I was going to say that you are Tyrion Lannister. Before you rudely interrupted me… -. She said offhandedly…-.
It took him by surprise. That much Rhaenys could see. The way see dismissed his height… People out of Dorne were really assholes it would seem.
- - I'm terribly sorry, my Lady - He recovered quickly-. I never meant to be rude.
- - Well, you were. Not because you interrupted, but because you assumed I was another stupid empty head who judges others by their appearance. I don't know what kind of people surrounds you at the capitol, but we dornish know better than that.
He was dumbstruck by her speech once again. She spoke with the confidence of a leader, the assertiveness of someone used to deal with others in precarious situations…
- - Forgive me, it wasn't my intention to jump to conclusions. Bad, habit, I guess, Lady… I'm sorry but I don't think I know your name- He apologized again, urging her to share her name-.
Ah… Her name… This was often a problem out of Dorne, where she didn't need to hide. In the south everybody loved her, the daughter of Elia Martell had become a beautiful and fair Princess of Dorne. It didn't hurt that she was a mighty warrior either, her uncle Oberyn saw to it. There was no fooling the Martells. They knew she would always be in danger outside their walls. They knew her existence irritated powerful people of the capitol. Too many wanted the last Targaryen dead, before she decided to reclaim what was rightfully hers: the iron throne. They could keep that ugly thing for all she cared. Her history lessons taught her that whoever dared sit on it would be miserable for the rest of their lives. The rest of their short lives… Here at Castle Black, they were all just warned not to mess with her, for she was Maester Aemon's acquaintance.
- - Enys. Just Enys- That's how most people called her, after all-.
- - Just Enys, you say?- He enquired suspiciously-.
- - They say you're a smart man, as well as a dwarf-.
- - Well… Your accent and sun kissed skin are certainly dornish. Yet the violet eyes and those white streaks of hair, they scream Targaryen. Plus, 'Enys' sounds like a diminutive for 'Rhaenys'- He connected the dots easily-.
Her eyes were a giveaway all her life, and there was nothing she could do about it. With age her brunette hair started lightening at the forefront, resulting in the two white streaks that adorned her face today. She tried to dye them for her travels, but it turned out to be impossible. Her only chance at disguise was to keep her cloak up at all times.
- - You nailed it, my Lord - She smirked. She could appreciate intelligence when she saw it, and this Tyrion struck her like the intelligent type-.
- - Please, if you are just Enys, I am just Tyrion - He conceded with a smile of himself-. My, my… this travel is turning out to be very interesting. Rhaenys Targaryen, daughter of Rhaegar Targaryen and Elia Martell.
- - Shall we take this conversation to my quarters before we freeze to death? - She invited graciously-. I brought some red dornish with me.
- - How could I refuse red dornish?
- - You couldn't.
And with that they headed for a night full of drinking and laughing.