Fandom : A Song of Ice and Fire.
Disclaimer : The caracters aren't mine, they are G. R. R. Martin's property et the tv show is David Benioff and D. B. Weiss's creation.
Pairing : Rhaegar/Lyanna.
Rating : K+.
Genre : Romance/Drama.
Note : Some glimpses from a fanfiction I've never finished. I've always believed that Rhaegar was a bit ... crazy, like his whole family. There's probably some mistakes in this really short text. That's the first I post in english. A bit weird, but if that's not that bad I'll probably try again. Hope you like it anyways.
"Visenya", he tells her. "I want you to call her Visenya."
She smiles at first. Rhaegar has always been so sure their child will be a girl. How could he know ?
He doesn't know, she realizes. Rhaegar isn't the prince who is promised. He believes Aegon is.
First Rhaenys, then Aegon and now, now ... I must give birth to the princess Visenya. A princess for his prince, that's all she will be. A Visenya for his Aegon, that's who she's meant to be. My Visenya.
That's all he has ever wanted from me, she thinks as the dream finally shatters. All their love story has been woven with lies.
Lyanna's smile slowly fades. Rhaegar notices it and kisses her lips.
"Do not be afraid. It'll be alright", he says. "I'll be back before the birth", he promises as he leaves her.
Lyanna finds herself praying to the gods - any gods who will hear her - for her child to be a little girl. She prays her father and brother - butchered trying to save her - for not being dead in vain. Rhaegar has told her the story so many times.
Winter is coming and the Long Night will cover Westeros with its shadow. The cold will enter the houses, the White Walkers will kill every remaining human being and the children will cry. In the end, there will be only the prince who will awake the dragons and save them all from death.
She has always believed that was a tale. The dragons were dead for centuries and the only remaining one used to sleep beside her.
All of this must not be pointless. Her daughter will save them all. She has to convince herself.
And Visenya will stand at Aegon's side, her sword glowing in the obscurity, her heart fighting the darkness.
Rhaegar never returns - he died on the battlefield, slammed by Robert's monstrous hammer - and there has been no Visenya, not even the shade of a princess. Only a bastard.
She weeps as she takes her child in her arms, exhausted by long hours of suffering. It's not what she has expected, not what Rhaegar has ever wanted.
But she can't blame the child. The little boy doesn't cry, not even a bit. He just looks at her with his dark eyes. Grey eyes, she sees, the Stark's eyes. He looks like Brandon and Eddard - whom she misses the most. He looks like Rickard and Benjen too.
It's what I have ever wanted, she understands.
Lyanna pecks her child on the forehead and starts singing. "The song of ice and fire", she explains him. "Aegon ain't no prince, little Jon. you're the prince."
And she rocks her baby till they both fall asleep.