ARIANNE
She could feel the biting cold wind slap her face as she watched the large castle of the Stark´s rise on the hill. White banners with the snarling grey direwolf fluttered on the tall towers, and she couldn't help to marvel at the large castle. She could very well believe that this castle had been built by giants and magic as the stories claimed.
She glanced to her side where Ser Daemon Sand was riding, and she noted that he looked like how she felt. Cold and miserable, neither of them had ever been in such a cold climate before, and Arianne was sure that she would never get used to it.
She could finally understand why they said that northerners didn't smile or laugh, it was most likely because if you had your mouth open for a short time in this cold, your teeth started to hurt from the cold wind that seemed determined to squeeze your brain out of your skull.
But this was a journey she had to make, even if she hated the cold. She had to take back her birthright and right now she needed the Dragon King to help and support her.
Arianne hated the fact that she needed a man to help her to get back her birthright, but she knew that King Jon Targaryen was her best chance to take back Dorne and get justice for her father.
"Are you all right princess?" Asked the knight beside her, but she could barely make out his words because of his shivers. Her tall and handsome sworn shield had a runny nose and his eyes were watering from the cold as he asked her how she was doing.
"I am fine Ser Daemon." It took everything she had, not to let her teeth chatter as she spoke, even though she was clad in layers of clothing and fur that had been given to her by the Northerners.
He shot her a look that made it clear to her that he didn't believe her for a moment, but thankfully he let it go.
Arianne glanced at the northerners that had escorted them from White Harbor and the ones that had been sent from Winterfell to be their honor guard to escort them the rest of the way.
And holding true to all the tales she had heard of northerners they didn't seem to enjoy talking much, much to her happiness. Arianne was too irritated by the cold that she didn't want to talk to anyone, not even Ser Daemon.
Her irritation was made even greater by the fact that the northerners didn't seem to be bothered at all by the biting wind nor the freezing cold of their homeland. But she had to admit that she felt guilty, because the honor guard of the Starks were kind and made sure to see to all their needs.
The banker Noho Dimittis, who was also traveling with them to Winterfell to talk to the Dragon King, was just as miserable as Arianne and Ser Daemon, but he bore it with a lot of grace.
As they rode closer to the castle, Arianne could see that they were entering the battle ground that had been used when the King had taken back the castle from the Bolton bastard.
She could see large black scorched patches of earth that had scared the soil in front of the castle, and for the first time since White Harbor she believed the tales that she had been told. Ser Marlon Manderly had taken command of White Harbor while his cousin the lord Wyman Manderly was at Winterfell.
The jovial knight had told the princess of Dorne that the Dragon king had acquired two larger dragons and had used them to take back Winterfell for the Starks.
Arianne hadn't believed him at the time, but now seeing the large deep scorched marks in the earth had made her believe his words.
Noho Dimittis had looked very shocked and delighted at the news that the preferred candidate now had six dragons to his name and that two of them were large and ready for battle. The Braavosi seemed confident that they could reach a deal with the Targaryen king, as when he had been the lord commander of the night´s watch, the young King had proven himself to reasonable man.
Arianne hoped that they were right in their belief that the young king would be a reasonable man who could help her take back her birthright. Ser Daemon seemed skeptical that anyone who was crowned a king could be reasoned with.
She just prayed that Jon Targaryen was a rational man as she rode passed the scorched earth of the battlefield. Judging by the field, it seemed that the king hadn't taken many prisoners. The earth was so scorched that it looked like the king´s new dragons had tried to turn all the field black with their fires.
But Ser Merlon had done his best to try and assure her that the King had only killed those who had tried to mount an offence against him, and those who surrendered had been spared.
Arianne turned her eyes to the sky, half hoping that she could spot dragons flying in the sky, and half dreading it.
She glanced at her sworn shield, and she could see the surprise and horror in his eyes that she was sure that matched her own, as he watched the black marks on the ground. She was so shocked by the proof that the king had gotten two more dragons, that she could barely feel the cold wind slapping at her face anymore.
They rode through the gate of the castle, and Arianne felt like she had walked into a wall. On the outside of the castle the weather was cold and windy, but as they entered the castle, the air was warm and comfortable.
They entered the courtyard, and Arianne was struck speechless at what she saw. The courtyard was filled with people, there were many servants and guards to greet them along with lords of the north that were staying in Winterfell for their own reasons.
She saw the lord of New castle, lord Manderly looked a lot like his cousin, Ser Marlon, and he had his daughters with him, who were both looking a little sullen, and the reason was most likely because the Dragon King had already taken his cousin Sansa Stark as his Queen.
Arianne had been told that bit of interesting news by Ser Marlon Manderly, who had announced to them all that the Dragon King had taken lady Sansa for wife after he had finished ending the Bolton line.
In the middle of the courtyard were four people, that were clearly the most important ones there.
Arianne spotted a young boy, around six years old who was wearing the Stark colors and trying his best to look older than he really was, that had to be the young lord of Winterfell, Rickon Stark. Beside him was a young man that looked a lot like him, but this one was in a chair like her father had owned, that had wheels so that he could be moved around more easily. Arianne had been told that Brandon Stark had suffered an injury which had made him paralyzed for the rest of his life, but she had thought that he had died along with Rickon Stark in the sacking of Winterfell, but it appeared that the Starks were hard to kill.
The boy in the chair with the wheels, or Brandon Stark, was a tall boy and he had a penetrating gaze that made Arianne feel like he was seeing her inner thoughts, and by his feet was the largest wolf Arianne had ever seen in her life. But it was missing one ear and had large scars on his side.
Beside Brandon Stark, was a young girl that Arianne recognized by reputation. That was clearly Shireen Baratheon, the daughter of Stannis Baratheon, and now the lady of Storm´s End, if her greyscale scars were anything to judge by.
But beside the young lord of Winterfell was a tall beautiful woman with long red hair that shone like fire in the braid that was laid gently over her shoulder, and her skin was so pale that it was like she was made out of moonlight.
The woman was wearing the Stark colors and a circlet on her head that had snarling direwolfs made out of bronze who bore a striking resemblance to the another direwolf that was by her feet, who was a lot smaller than the scared one. Arianne had to admit that she was a little jealous how tall and beautiful the woman was.
But it wasn't the people that drew her eye, no it was the dragons around them that made her eyes widen with wonder. One of the dragons was by the tall woman´s feet beside the smaller direwolf, it was a beautiful silver with golden horns and eyes, and it was the size of a large hunting dog. The silver dragon was standing protectively by the woman and it didn't take its eyes of the party that had just arrived in the courtyard.
There were three other dragons, that were perching on the gargoyles of the castle. One was red with golden horns and hints of black on its scales and it was snarling in warning, and the message that they should behave themselves was clear.
The other two were perching higher than the red one, the blue one with the bronze horns was looking like he was hiding behind his wings, reminding Arianne of a giant bat as he showed them his ink black teeth, and the pale green dragon with the silver eyes and horns was letting out roars.
Arianne just stared at the four dragons in wonder, she could hardly believe it that she was really seeing dragons after they had been extinct for over hundred and fifty years, even those dragons were only just bigger than the biggest hunting dogs, and not like the monsters in the stories of Old Valyria.
But then it hit her, the one who had hatched the dragons wasn't here, nor were the two biggest of the dragons that Ser Merlon had told them that he had, which meant that they must have already missed him, and he was on his way south to claim his throne.
She was still staring open mouthed at the dragons as a guard came over and offered her a hand down from her horse.
"Welcome princess Arianne, to Winterfell." The tall woman, who had to be the new Queen, Sansa of house Stark, said to her with a warm smile that was a great contrast to the weather outside the castle.
Arianne walked over to the new Queen of the seven Kingdoms and gave her a curtsy. "Thank you for allowing us into your lovely home, you grace." She couldn't help but to let her eyes wander over to the dragon and the direwolf that stood on the Queen´s either side and stared at her with their golden eyes.
Arianne could feel the eyes of the other dragons fixed firmly on her being, as they stared at her from above, it was like they were making sure that Queen Sansa wouldn't get hurt or injured in anyway.
"It is a pleasure to have you here, your highness." The Queen said with a smile, then her eyes turned sad. "But allow me to convey our condolences for the murder of your father, by all accounts he was a good and gracious ruler."
Arianne stared for a moment at the other woman. "Thank you, your grace, my father always did his best to be good to the people he ruled."
After the condolences, Arianne was introduced to the other occupants of the courtyard, she was pleased to know that she had been right in her guesses on which person had been which.
The redheaded Queen gestured over a few servants and asked them to show Arianne and her sworn shield to their rooms so that they could freshen up before the feast.
Arianne and Ser Daemon followed the servants, but Arianne couldn't help the last glance at the dragons that were still with the Queen in the courtyard, as she talked to Noho Dimittis.
She was led to a spacious room that already had a tub, filled with steaming water so that she could take a bath after the long journey, and she almost wept with relief.
The maid servants that the Queen had sent to assist her, helped to untangle her hair with their soft hands with extreme care, like her hair was made of the softest silk. Arianne almost nodded of, but she was roused by a knock on the door, and Ser Daemon´s voice. "Princess, may I speak with you?"
She let out a sigh and got out of the tub, she would have just let him come in, but she didn't want to shock the poor maid servants that the Queen had assigned to her. Everyone North of the prince´s pass were such prudes.
One of the girls, helped her into a robe and another let the knight into the room. It seemed that the knight didn't seem content to soak in the bath water like she had, and he had hurried so much that he hadn't even properly dried his hair.
She sat down at the vanity and waited for the man to speak. "The King isn't here." He stated as he stared at her with his sky-blue eyes.
"No, he is not." She agreed with him, in a deadpan tone as she waited for him to get to his point.
"Then why are we still here?" The impatience in his voice was clear, and she couldn't help but to be irritated by it.
Arianne knew that Ser Daemon didn't like being here in the North, nor did he seem to like the fact that they were traveling to see the Dragon King, who was the son of Lyanna Stark.
Even with her aunt´s letters to her father, it seemed that Ser Daemon was determined to hold Jon Targaryen´s birth against him, it must have been the Dornish pride had been hurt, even though he had been a babe in swaddling clothes when the rebellion broke out.
But Arianne had no such luxury's like anger to hold on to, especially when it came to such a stupid one as to hold the actions of the parents against the Dragon King, when he had no part in such actions and when her own aunt had approved of the marriage.
"We are here to seek help and make it known that we want to declare for Jon Targaryen." She said in a no-nonsense tone of voice. If Arianne made it clear that she wanted Jon Targaryen on the throne and would declare for him, he would be much more likely to help her get back her birthright.
"We can't very well do that if he isn't here." Daemon stated as he glanced at the maid servants, as they buzzled about making sure that she was ready for the feast. Arianne knew full well that most likely they would report to the Queen, and she was sure that Daemon knew that as well, otherwise he would be a lot harsher in his words.
"Yes, we can." Arianne shot Daemon an irritated look. "Ser Marlon Manderly told us that the King has left the Queen as lord Rickon´s regent until he comes of age, and he also said that the king trusts his wife, so I think that we can safely say that we can announce our plans to support them to her."
Ser Daemon started stalking up and down the room, and the maid servants did their best not to be in his way. "But surely we can head south to meet the King and talk to him directly."
Arianne had the urge to slap the man so hard that his skull rang. "And throw Queen Sansa´s hospitality in her face? Are you mad?"
Ser Daemon stopped stalking and sighed. "No, that is not what I meant, I just want to help you take back what is yours." Her anger vanished as soon as it had appeared.
"Right now, this is where we need to be, to make that happen, and we cannot be rash or discourteous to the Queen, and the King´s family." The maid servant finished with her hair, and her dark brown locks were now in a Northern style braid down her back, and she couldn't help but to like it, it wasn't like the styles of the south that seemed designed to hurt her scalp and give her a headache.
The girl then guided her behind a screen where she could change into a dress fitting for the feast that they would be attending.
Arianne had to hold in a gasp at the lovely orange and red dress that she was presented with. She hadn't been able to take much with her on her journey from her homeland, so she hadn't been able to show her house colors with pride that she so dearly wanted.
While the dress was made of the fabrics and style of the North, it warmed her heart to wear her colors again, and as she hurriedly put on the dress with the help of the maid servants, she couldn't help but to notice how well made the dress was and Arianne was sure that not even the best seamstress in Sunspear could make such a well-made dress.
The dress fitted her well, and the maid servants had only to make minor adjustments to it, so that it fit her small but curvaceous frame.
As she stepped from behind the screen, Ser Daemon´s mouthed opened in surprise and his eyebrows rose to his hairline, much to her satisfaction. "You look beautiful, princess." He said with a small smile.
They headed to the great hall of Winterfell under the guidance of one of the Stark guards, and when they arrived the hall was already filled with people, the guard showed them to the high table and to their surprise even Ser Daemon was allowed to sit at the table, beside his princess.
All her life, Arianne had been made to believe that North of the prince´s pass, people didn't like nor tolerate bastards, even highborn ones. But it seemed that in the North, the lords and ladies didn't even bat an eye when Ser Daemon was seated beside her.
Arianne was seated next to the young Queen, who was dressed in the colors of her house and with the direwolf crown on her head. She could also see that the banker, Noho Dimittis was seated next to the lord of Winterfell, in a seat of honor.
"Are you feeling better princess?" The Queen asked, and Arianne had the feeling that she genuinely wanted to know.
"Yes, I feel much better after the warm bath, your grace." Arianne replied with a smile. "and the dress is just stunning, I haven't been able to wear my house colors for some time, so it is a great comfort for me to be able to wear them again."
The Queen smiled widely. "I am glad you like it, while I was in the capitol as the Lannister´s hostage, I couldn't wear my house colors and now I just can't help wearing them at every occasion."
Arianne smiled at her words, it seemed that the Queen that the Dragon King had picked was clever indeed. "I cannot imagine how horrible it must have been for you to have been the Lannister´s prisoner for all those months."
It was then when Arianne noticed something warm and moving under the table, and as she looked down, she could see that the silver dragon was crawling from under the table and sniffing the floor for scraps and it was quickly joined by the smaller of the two wolfs.
"Stop that you two, you have already had your dinner." The Queen said in a playful tone and she shooed them away. The direwolf let out a huff and headed in front of the high table and laid down, as it watched the inhabitants of the great hall, but the silver dragon crawled up the back of the Queen´s chair and perched there, and it was clearly getting to big to stay there.
As Arianne stared at the dragon, the Queen spoke up drawing the attention back to her. "Growing dragons and direwolfs are always looking for food, but one has to be careful that they aren't over fed."
The redheaded woman reached up and scratched the silver dragon under the chin, which made the hound sized dragon give a purr of content.
Arianne had been so curious about how the Dragon King had gotten his dragons, and right now as she watched as the wife of Jon Targaryen scratched the silver dragon under the chin, she couldn't keep the curiosity under control anymore. "Your grace, if I may ask, how did his grace hatch dragons?"
Arianne could see the faraway look in the Queen´s eyes, as Ser Daemon leaned a little forward to listen to her answer, but it seemed that he wasn't alone, as the banker Noho Dimittis seemed to fix his gaze on the Queen as well, waiting for her reply.
"Well, when the men of the night´s watch placed Jon on his pyre, his steward put the four dragon eggs on his pyre and after the pyre had burned for some time, Jon walked out of it with the four dragons, completely unharmed." Arianne blinked at her words, it sounded just like what she had been told at White Harbor by Ser Merlon Manderly, but she had wanted to hear it from someone who was actually there.
Arianne had so many other questions, but the look on the Queen´s face made her swallow them back, it seemed just thinking about it brought the red headed woman much pain.
"Where did his grace get the dragon eggs?" Asked the banker with the curiosity gleaming in his eyes, as he clearly decided to stay away from the subject of Jon Targaryen rising from the grave.
The Queen took a sip from her cup before she answered. "His uncle, maester Aemon Targaryen left them to Jon after he died, along with the sword, Darksister."
"So, it is true, the sword of Visenya Targaryen has been found after all these years." Arianne could hear the excitement in her sworn shield´s voice as he said those words.
"It is very fitting that the King has the sword of Visenya Targaryen and the crown of Aegon the dragon, is it not?" Said Noho Dimittis before he took a bite of his meal.
The little lord of Winterfell now looked very excited by the conversation. "But Jon never really uses Darksister."
His words made Arianne´s eyes almost pop out of her head; the King preferred another sword to a valyrian steel one?
"The King doesn't use his valyrian steel sword?" Asked Ser Daemon and the surprise wasn't hidden.
But the Queen gave a laugh that reminded Arianne of bells. "My husband prefers his other valyrian steel sword, Longclaw." This made Ser Daemon inhale deeply before he spoke.
"The King has two valyrian steel swords?"
"Aye," little lord Rickon piped up, proud to tell the knight something that he didn't know. "he prefers Longclaw over Darksister because it matched his height better and gives him a longer reach, as Darksister was made for someone much shorter than him, and Longclaw is a bastard sword."
"Yes, my colleague, Tycho Nestoris told us that the lord commander had been given a Valyrian steel sword for saving the life of his predecessor, but as he never saw the sword, we weren't sure if it was true or not." The banker said thoughtfully.
"But having two Valyrian swords is incredible," Said Ser Daemon with wonder clear in his deep voice. "Some believe that there are only around two hundred in Westeros left."
"One hundred ninety-six." Everyone turned to the tall boy in the wheeled chair, Brandon Stark was still looking at his food and had clearly spoken without looking up. "There are one hundred ninety-six left in Westeros."
Arianne opened her mouth to ask him how he could be so sure about that, when he looked up and into her eyes. For a moment she was sure that Brandon Stark knew all her secrets and inner most thoughts.
Thankfully it was the banker who spoke up, breaking the eye contact between them. "But the two dragons that the King acquired, they are two of the dragons that Daenerys Targaryen hatched in Essos, am I right?"
Arianne had never been so happy that the banker was more interested in how the King had gotten dragons than valyrian steel swords. The man had told her that it must have been two of the Targaryen girl´s dragons that had gone to the Dragon King´s side, when they heard the news in White Harbor, as she was the only other person who had hatched dragons.
"Yes, Rhaegal and Viserion came to Jon when we were still at the Wall, just after he had come back." The Queen said with a fond smile on her lips.
Arianne could see the banker practically become giddy when Queen Sansa confirmed his theory, and Arianne had to admit that she was glad that the monarch that she wanted to support now had such advantage in the battlefield, but the war wasn't done yet, and it was hard to predict until it was over.
MARGAERY
She had just come back inside the castle after her short walk on the castle walls. At first, she had been in awe of the castle of the Stormlords but after staying here for the last few weeks, she was feeling jaded and more than a little melancholy. But that was more because of how her husband was treating her rather than the castle itself.
While Aegon hadn't paid her anymore visits to seek his marital rights, which had made her happy, he still treated her with indifference and coldness that was slowly eating at her self-esteem and self-worth.
But she was glad that her father wasn't going around the Stormlands to help her husband gather their support. Her father had volunteered to go, but Connington had said that he would be of more use here, and then he had sent one of his own officers to talk to the Stormlords.
Margaery knew that Connington hadn't let her father go to the Stormlords out of the kindness of his heart, but rather he didn't want to let go of a hostage. It hadn't taken her long time to find out what they really were in fact hostages, no matter the fact that she was Aegon´s wife.
She continued her walk through the castle of the Baratheon´s, and it was when she was passing the solar of the lord of the castle when she heard her husband's voice carry though the wooden door. "-but I can´t stand her." She heard Aegon announce.
She could feel her heart drop despite herself, she knew in her heart that he was talking about her, even though she hadn't heard him mention her name.
"I know you don't love the girl, but it would be better if you tried to make her feel more welcome." She could hear the hand of the King tell the young man on the other side of the door.
"I don't love her, and I don't like her, you were the one to make me marry her for her father´s armies when I should have married a woman like my aunt, who has dragons and is the most beautiful woman in the world." Aegon exclaimed loudly and with anger in his voice.
After being here for weeks now, and judging by how Aegon treated her, she wasn't surprised that he would have preferred his aunt for a bride, as she had three dragons to her name. If Margaery had the option to marry the other son of Rhaegar Targaryen, who did have dragons, she would have jumped at the chance.
"There is no reason for you not to be able to marry Daenerys Targaryen when she comes to Westeros to help you bring the seven kingdoms to heel." She heard Connington announce and she felt like something heavy compress her chest.
Margaery had never thought that when she had been a little girl that her husband would want to set her aside to marry his own aunt.
"Then why did I have to marry the Tyrell girl? If I can just set her aside when my aunt comes to Westeros?" Aegon asked with disbelieve in his voice.
She could hear Connington sigh. "You have to stay married to her to keep her father and brothers loyal to you, but your father had two wives' and so did your namesake, Aegon the conqueror and I see no reason for you not to do the same."
This statement was followed by silence, and Margaery could feel her hands start to shake with both anger and shock. She couldn't believe what she was hearing from the lord of Griffin´s Roost.
Even if Aegon didn't set her aside, it would still cause outrage if he married Daenerys Targaryen while he was still married to her, right?
But so far, people were finding out that Rhaegar had married Lyanna Stark while he was still married to Elia Martell, and no one was really batted an eye. But as far as she knew, people were all saying that Rhaegar Targaryen could marry Lyanna Stark because Elia Martell couldn't have any more children after Aegon, and that he had needed more heirs.
But Margaery could have children so there was no reason for Aegon to either to set her aside or take a second wife, and if he did, he would offend the entre Reach. But for some reason when she thought that Aegon would set her aside she felt both fear and relief.
If Aegon set her aside, it would be almost impossible for her to find another husband, as everyone knew that she wasn't a virgin anymore and the fact that Aegon had set her aside, would make the lords of Westeros think that something was wrong with her. But if he did set her aside, she wouldn't have to be with him anymore.
The very thought of having him come to her bedchamber again, made her shudder in horror and disgust. Having Aegon come to her bedchamber once at their wedding night was more than enough.
"My father didn't marry the Stark harlot." She could make out her husband´s voice as he growled at his lord hand in his anger.
"Aegon, we have had many reports that he indeed married Lyanna Stark, and that Jon Targaryen really is the trueborn son of Rhaegar, and your brother." Connington sighed tiredly. "I know that it isn't ideal but at least you have a brother now." The older man was clearly trying to reason with her husband.
"I don't want a brother; I want to claim my birthright." Aegon almost shouted in anger. Silence filled the room for a few moments. "He holds Dragonstone right now through this Davos Seaworth, and we haven't heard anything about what the lords of the Crownlands are planning to do or if they are going to declare for me or not."
Margaery had to roll her eyes at those words, if the lords of the Crownlands had indeed intended to declare for Aegon, they would have done so already as they had enough time to send word to Storm´s End.
"We don't know what they intend to do, but I have heard word from your good-brother Willas Tyrell." Margaery´s heart skipped a beat when she heard Connington mention her brother, she had longed to hear from him, but she hadn't been able to send nor receive letters.
Aegon snorted indignantly. "And what did the future lord of Highgarden want? Is the cripple sending the armies of the Reach to meet us on the road to King´s Landing?" When her husband called Willas a cripple, she could feel the anger surge thought her veins, her brother was more than his leg and she hated the fact that people judged him and demeaned him for his disability.
"Lord Willas is sending his armies to Oldtown to defend the city against Euron Greyjoy." Connington said and she could hear something slam into a table.
"WHAT!?" Aegon shouted in anger and shock. "I had his father tell him to send the Reach army to us so that they could help us take the capitol."
"He has a duty to defend his people Aegon. If he doesn't, he won't be a lord for long." Connington tried to pacify the King of the seven kingdoms.
She could hear another snort from Aegon. "If he doesn't help me get my throne and honor the agreement that his father made, he won't be the lord of Highgarden at all."
Margaery could feel fear and anger course though her being as she listened to her husband´s words. She hurried away, having decided that she had tempted fate for long enough and made for the bedchamber that she had been occupying for the time she had spent in this castle.
As soon as she closed the door, she sat on the chair in front of the vanity and hid her face in her hands. How could everything, have gone so wrong in such a short amount of time?
She was now married to a man who didn't want her nor respect her, and he wanted to marry his own aunt, rather than her. All her life, Margaery had been told that men would be fighting for her hand and most would be willing to die for her.
But so far, Aegon didn't seem even to want to be in the same room as her, and he wasn't giving her any opportunity for them to start liking each other, and for her to be able to manipulate him into doing what she wanted, like her grandmother had wanted her to do.
Oh, how Olenna Tyrell would be disappointed in her when she would find out that Margaery couldn't control her husband, like how she had been taught to do.
Over the last few weeks after she had been told by her father that Aegon had a trueborn brother with dragons, she had started to think more and more about how Aegon himself hadn't provided any proof that he really was Rhaegar´s son.
Every time she thought about that fact, she felt like a fool. She had been so angry and only thinking about how to get revenge on Cersei that she had completely forgotten how Aegon could have been just a son of a Lyseni peasant.
Her husband didn't seem to think that was the case, but that didn't mean much to Margaery. No one wanted to believe that they were just smallfolk when they could be Targaryen royalty.
Could her husband be the son of Rhaegar, or was he just a Lyseni peasant boy that Connington had deluded himself into thinking was the son of the last dragon? She shuddered of having married someone who wasn't a prince, nor not even a noble.
Then her thoughts would turn to the Targaryen to the North. Oh, how she wished that she had married him instead, she didn't doubt for a moment that he would never have treated her like Aegon was treating her now.
Margaery had heard enough stories about Ned Stark to know that he wouldn't have raised his nephew, who he was hiding as his bastard, like some pampered prince. Little Sansa Stark had been meek and dim, so it stood to reason that her cousin wasn't the brightest candle in the library either, so it would be easy to control him.
And it was said that he had dragons, four to be exact and that alone would make him a strong contender for the throne, even stronger than her husband, which made her sigh in irritation.
She was supposed to be Queen, but how could she if she was married to a man who she herself wasn't certain of being the son of Rhaegar Targaryen, who was contending with a proven trueborn son of Rhaegar who had four dragons to his name and had the backing of the North, which was something that Aegon would never have as he wasn't of the North, nor did he know anything about it.
Maybe it would be better if she became a widow again, she thought to herself as she stood up from her chair and walked to the window that overlooked the stormy sea.
It would be much easier for everyone if Aegon just died like Joffrey had done, but she knew that suspicion would immediately fall on her and her family, so she would have to bide her time and hope that he either realized his mistake of treating her so horribly or fell in battle, which was not unlikely.
If Aegon would fall, she would be free to marry again, and who would be better than the man who had four living dragons and could make her a Queen?