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Prologue
The icy chill nipped at her skin as she cradled the little babe closer to the warmth of her chest. The little bundle of pale sheets and pale skin's muffled cries were both troubling and unnerving. If the babe did not quite, then the escape that had been planned to Essos would fail and they would both be killed. Looking down, the mother saw the tuff of black hair on the babe peaking through and hastily repositioned the open blanket to conceal all defining features of the babe.
"Quiet now, my child. We shall be rid of all of these horrid men, soon. Until then, I pray for Valaraxes to pity us so that I may find the path we need to take."
As soon as the words left her mouth, a shout broke out in the distance. The loud booming voices were echoed by the sound of boots crunching in the snow as they gave chase to their prey. Alarmed, the mother quickly said her prayer and turned from the direction of the coast to go further North. Though it would cause her journey to be longer, it could deceive the simple men that had been tracking her long enough to go to the coast and give up in their pursuit when the sailors told them that she had not been seen.
Her lithe legs carried her, with more determination than previously, as she took the path that she knew her good-sister would have taken with her own babe and the bastard. Though it was not ideal, she could leave her own child with her good-sister and head to Essos, or simply hide until the post-war pursuit was over.
"To think, that damn Baratheon would dare place himself on the throne and then try to murder his own kin."
Peeking down at the babe once more, the site of icy blue eyes and pale skin with black hair peered back at her. No longer crying, the babe's eyes held the startling shade of blue with purple that would cause others to recognize the babe as one of the Old Valyria.
"Well, my child. I guess none of that matters, for it is in the past. Now we pray to our Gods, and as our namesake before us, we support the Targaryen children that are left in this world."
The little babe let out a small coo, as if to confirm the duty that the women now had. The mother let a slight grin form on her face as she pulled the babe closer to her once more.
"Oh, my child, you shall grow to do the works of the High Valyria. I can feel it."
With her prayers answered, the mother and child headed to meet with their kin to weather the change of kings and to fulfil their destinies.