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Chapter 3: The Feast
"By the Gods how I wish I did not have to go," Rhaenyra growled.
"At least you will see Jon down there," Valaena tried as Rheanyra sat in front of her looking glass, her hair was being pinned in a braided bun with wavy tendrils floating down her face. She now was dressed in a grey/blue dress, at the behest of the Lady of Winterfell.
"I cannot wait for this night to be over with," she grumbled as Valaena smiled. Robert had ordered her maid to be escorted to the feast with her lady, he had known that a member of the House Velaryon survived and had been the nursemaid to not only her but the bastard Jon. Apparently, years ago someone had spotted a white-blonde haired woman who held the Velaryon blue eyes, her cousin who gained the title of Driftmark demanded her to be returned so he could wed her. But Ned denied the request, claiming the woman was under his protection and service of his household. Robert had respected Ned's wishes as they had been fighting for some time because of him taking the Targaryen girl in.
"And the Queen's brothers are to escort us," Valaena muttered softly as she looked away as Rhaenyra frowned.
"I don't like it either, but neither has been unpleasant so far. The youngest royal children have been delightful." It was true, despite what Jaime did and was known for; 'Kingslayer' behind his back, he was not rude or nasty to Rhaenyra, neither was Tyrion who was called 'the Imp.'
"You are correct, My Lady," Valaena smiled, knowing Rhenyra hated the name Jaime was given all because he slew a mad king. And the 'Imp' was insulting, she thought aloud to her maids once. "Alright, you are all done," the maid smiled as a knock came from the door as she stood while Valaena answered hearing Raynor.
"It is the Lords Lannister, My Lady," he spoke as Valaena opened it so Rhaenyra could leave as well.
"My Lords," she curtsied as Jaime straightened, features schooled into a calm look as Tyrion smiled and bowed as Rhaenyra exited, curtsying when she spotted them, a 'My Lords' coming out graceful.
"Shall we?" The future Lady of Winterfell motioned as they started off. Tyrion walked alongside Rhaenyra while Valaena kept pace with Jaime, the young lady and dwarf kept a good pace, not straining for either. Raynor trailed behind keeping a healthy pace and a strong eye on the men. "How are you finding Winterfell, My Lord?" Rhaenyra asked as Tyrion smiled.
"Very pleasant, from what I've seen so far," he admitted as she smiled.
"I hope our brothels are as good as the ones from Casterly Rock or King's Landing." Rhaenyra grinned as Tyrion chuckled.
"Why, My Lady," he spoke in a 'shocked' tone. Even he'd heard from the whores that she was a good girl, one who made sure money and a maester saw to the girls. Jaime walked alongside Valaena as both did not talk nor look at one another, it made Rhaenyra curious if her maid knew the Kingsguard, before realizing she quite possibly met him when he had first joined by Aerys. She remembered the story of how Jaime was made a member, he was the youngest to be named a Kingsgurd. Their walk quickly met up with Robb, Sansa, and Arya, all three nearly paled at seeing her walk alongside Jaime and Tyrion.
"My Ladies, My Lords," Robb greeted both as Princess Myrcella smiled to them. Giving the former princess a soft wave as the elder smiled gently, Tommen looked at her from around Arya, who looked like she was being tortured, by standing and having to escort the young boy. Joffrey, though, held no respect as he looked bored and was pouting, despite Sansa's attempt to talk with him. Poor girl. She had overheard from a passing servant that the King was going to betroth his son to Sansa and Rhaenyra knew what that meant, Ned had always told her if the King were to travel all this way for no reason it would be to have him take the job as Hand of the King. And from what she has heard the King won't relent until he has his way.
"My Lord, My Ladies." Both Lannister men bowed in respect to the Stark girls and their brother. The youngest blonde children smiled at their uncles while Joffrey sighed.
"Let's go," he demanded as Robb bit his cheek while Myrcella frowned with a small look to her older brother.
"Joffrey," Jaime's tone was firm. "You will do well to remember your father's order. Be polite, we are the guests." Joffrey looked away at his uncle's piercing stare as Sansa smiled reassuringly.
"No, it's alright we can go," she spoke as Robb agreed, hoping to get away from the blonde bastard. The children timed the entrance right after their parents as Catelyn led the King out, followed by Ned with the Queen. Robb quickly guided Myrcella and ensured she didn't trip herself, soft encouraging smiles given by the girls and her uncles. Tommen, at four years, walked out with Arya, the girl was nudged by Valaena who hissed at her to go.
"Stubborn girl," Jaime commented softly as soon as Joffrey and Sansa walked after.
"Stark stubbornness, yes," Valaena spoke as she walked alongside Jaime, giving her lady a final look as Rhaenyra nodded.
"You and your ladies seem to have a way to communicate with each other with ease," Tyrion commented softly as he followed, grateful at her easy pace, she was not in a hurry, he noted. Unlike Arya and Robb, while the boy held no contempt for the Princess her older brother is possibly his reasoning for trying to be elsewhere.
"Ever since I was a young girl, Lady Stark taught us to make sure we knew a way out," Rhaenyra spoke softer, Tyrion listened, interested. "Should something have ever happened Valaena was tasked with taking me and the younger ones out, Lynara, who was born in the North, would care for the Starks. Also, should I have been threatened by someone or something I could give subtle hints, Lord Stark made sure that I kept them simple but..."
"Not obvious." Tyrion smiled, liking the idea. something his niece should have with her maids. Girls were lucky if they got out of fights unharmed, Gods only know what would happen if someone were to take the Iron Throne with Cersei and her daughter left, the Queen could fight but her sweet daughter could not. "It's a smart plan," he claimed before bowing to her as she curtsied once they cleared the doorframe.
"Thank you My Lord, and I do hope you enjoy the feast," she smiled happily. Despite being a Lannister, she enjoyed Tyrion so far, he was friendly and did not hold the contempt his sister always carried. Valaena quickly reappeared along with Raynor coming closer now that they were all further away. "So I take it you know Ser Jaime?" She asked as her maid paused.
"Aye, we knew each other from King's Landing under King Aerys' rule. I was in your mother's service and he was sent there when he was a young knight. We worked to protect her, against everything and everyone," she spoke, from her tone Rhaenyra knew she meant her father. She heard stories of some men viciously biting their wives, leaving bruises and even torn skin, but she knew Robb would never do that, he did nibble when their kissing would get too heated.
"My Lady," a guard interrupted them as she turned to him. "Lady Stark has requested your presence," he spoke with hesitation.
"Was it Lady Stark who summoned me?" She asked as he nodded yes but said 'no' softly as Valaena sighed.
"Go." The maid knew the queen would become upset if she was kept waiting as the lioness looked displeased with having to wait for the girl to walk to her.
"I don't care." Rhaenyra slowly made her way as Raynor trailed behind her, Valaena went to rejoin Lynara who was being leered at by southern lords who assumed all servant women would sleep with anything. Unaware that Rhaenyra gave her servants full permission to carry knives just in case, her maids were not whores so she would not allow them to be debased to what the other wenches allow. But she knew Baela was desired by dozens of men who saw her flawless as her lady's. Rhaenyra knew it was the Valyrian blood they carried as Valaena still held her youthful appearance. Valaena was a few summers younger than Benjen, Lynara was her eldest maid and with Baela being her age, being called her companion by most. Rhaenyra could see by the look on the Queen's face she expected the Targaryen girl to hurry. But she was taught to not rush and was showing how ladylike she was, which pleased Raynor, she was ready.
"Your Grace," Catelyn beamed as she motioned to her ward approaching. "Rhaenyra Stormborn," she knew the girl was used to the title even her twin shared, it hid her Targaryen name so most would be thrown from her appearance.
"Stormborn? Surely your family name is stronger?" Cersei questioned as Rhaenyra curtsied to her as a few northerners tensed.
"Of course, Your Grace. But as you well know the Targaryen name is not well accepted by others, along with many telling me that my twin and I were born during the worst storm in history," Rhaenyra spoke fluidly with no hesitation. She had explained this once before with Catelyn's uncle when he had come to visit his family before returning to The Bloody Gate.
"And how old are you?" The Queen continued to question her.
"Seven and ten Your Grace," Rhaenyra answered simply as Cersei nodded.
"Hmm," the Queen hummed as she continued to stare into the violet eyes of the white-haired child. "I hope you did not mind Robb walking the Princess to the feast tonight," Cersei smirked as the girl tightened her fist. That was a dig at her degraded status though the girl refused to show her irritation outright.
"Of course not Your Grace. Robb is heir to Winterfell and a perfect escort for your daughter, I hoped the Princess and Princes enjoy the feast," she eased a smile as Cersei's lip twitched at not getting the reaction she wanted.
"And the reason for your guard?" Cersei asked as her eyes flitted over to the man standing rigid at the stairs. Jaime had sauntered over to talk with the man after getting a glass of wine, offering a cup to the guard who shook his head. He rarely drank unless a great celebration, they had very few this far North. Great celebrations are considered; marriages, births, and victories.
"There were a few attempts on my life as a young child, so Lord Stark requested a man trusted to be my guard, I was grateful because a few years later I was almost killed once more," she answered, keeping eye-contact with her as Cersei pursed her lips.
"I see, that is all. Go and mingle amongst your people, it is befitting a lady is it not?" She asked as Catelyn turned to her sharply and then away to hide her anger from the queen. But Rhaenyra did not falter, keeping her slight smile, a quirk of her lips.
"Of course, we ladies serve our queen as the lords serve their king," Rhaenyra ghosted over it smoothly as Raynor gave a silent sigh of relief, overhearing the conversation.
"Of course," Cersei muttered, eyes narrowed as she did not get the wanted reaction. Curtsying once more Rhaenyra turned and descended down the steps before Jaime stopped her, stepping aside he bowed respectfully.
"Ser Jaime." She curtsied.
"My Lady," he replied as Raynor guided her ahead.
"Go have fun," Rhaenyra urged him as he sighed.
"Very well, I'll go tease Theon. He's fun when he's drunk." He smirked as she chuckled, watching him loudly greeting her brother.
As she looked around the hall, Rhaenyra was startled by a familiar voice in her ear. "So the Imp walked with you?"
"Aye, he was nice enough to offer," she turned to see Robb smirking down at her. "How was the Princess?" she asked curiously.
"Nervous, terrified actually. But it seems she was able to calm down," he shrugged as they walked away. Seeing Jon sitting with Arya and a few northerners who welcomed the bastard happily to the feast. Instantly the two siblings perked up at seeing Rhaenyra join them, before sitting the girl looked to see Sansa sitting with her friend Jeyne, she spotted Theon flirting with a wench while spying Rickon and Bran watching everyone with Jory nearby. "Look who joined us," Robb smiled as she elbowed him softly, she sat with the younger girl who smiled, she was unhappy to be in a dress and had to walk Prince Tommen to the feast, but was happy when they sat away from the royals.
"The King's been at it since he arrived at the feast," Jon spoke quietly as they began eating. Rhaenyra detested the taste of the wine, it was no doubt southern.
"For Lannisters you would think that they'd choose better taste," she muttered as the two males agreed.
"May I try?" Arya asked curiously. Rhaenyra gave her cup to the girl who was used to trying new drinks, but her face made them laugh when she pushed it away from the taste. "Ale tastes better," she grumbled as they all smirked.
"It does," Jon agreed, taking a swallow. "But it's rude to refuse their drink," he told her as Arya sighed.
"Only because they-" Rhaenyra pinched the girl's hand to stop her when Joffrey slowly walked over, a cup in hand. He was watching the white-haired girl, who ate, trying to ignore the blonde.
"Can we help you, Your Grace?" Robb asked as he ate a piece of meat.
"Hmm, I just came over to see the daughter of the Mad King," he answered taking a drink.
"Satisfied?" the Targaryen asked as she looked at him, lacing her fingers together while resting her chin on them. Joffrey paused when he looked into her dark purple eyes. He wanted to say more but caught his Uncle Jaime watching him and contented himself with a scoff at his drink and walking away.
"You're friendly," Jon commented as Robb told Arya to go sit with her friends, much to her chagrin.
"I'm not in the mood to deal with them tonight," she growled. Her agitation and anxiety making her snappy and wanting the night to end quickly.
"Love, you heard what everyone told us. We need to be on our best behavior," Robb frowned as they looked to see a familiar face.
"Uncle Benjen!" they cheered, Jon reached the man first, embracing the Man of the Night's Watch. Benjen Stark, Ned Stark's youngest sibling, was a ranger but usually visited Winterfell sometimes bringing Maester Aemon or returning with the young girl to visit the Wall. Despite being a Targaryen he loved her like he did Sansa and Arya.
"My lads, my lass," he smiled embracing all three. Coming to Rhaenyra last, he gave her a kiss on the cheek and whispered, "I left your uncle's presents in your chambers, Septa Mordane delivered them"
"How is he?" she asked.
"He has been sick these last few weeks. But still tells the lads off," Benjen said with a laugh. Rhaenyra smiled, whenever she talked with her uncle or the men they would claim despite being blind and frail, he could still make a man run in fear from his sharp tongue.
Ned quickly joined them, greeting his brother before turning to his white-haired ward and pulling her into a hug. "I have something to discuss with you and Robb," Ned told her as the woman nodded.
"Ned!" Benjen greeted happily as Rhaenyra took another drink, scanning the crowd. Southerners and Northerners enjoying their drink and food, she was happy that it was going well, nursing her cup. A yelp left her voice when hands grabbed her sides, turning she smiled when Robb appeared a grin on his face.
"Gods be good Robb," she blushed lightly, knowing that she had a small tingle in her body, the girl would be under Robb's influence. Sadly enough she was strong-willed unless she was around Robb and alcohol.
"I'm sorry Love," he apologized cupping her face and pressed a kiss to her forehead. Robb adored his betrothed, he could not wait until they could marry. He knew since he was young who his future wife was when they grew, but he didn't care. To him she was Rhaenyra, one of his best friends, they helped cause most of the trouble in their childhood.
"Aye, you sound sorry," she muttered sipping a cup before he stole it.
"Alright, that's enough," he ordered softly.
"I am trying to make sure that if I have a run-in with another royal, I will be a bit friendlier," she growled as he frowned.
"Keep calm, you know Mother and Father would never leave you alone with them. Why was it from the Queen earlier?" he asked as she nodded.
"It was a slight dig using you and the Princess," she muttered as he narrowed his eyes.
"How?" he asked firmly, not liking where this was going.
"She started by doing an apology of you escorting her daughter, I did not mind, then used her title instead of her name even stressing the term a bit," she began but was cut off.
"Arya!" A shriek made them turn to see Sansa with food on her face as Jeyne did her best to wipe it off. Catelyn's sharp look made the laughter die in their throats. Robb went to retrieve his willful sister while Rhaenyra went to soothe Sansa who had begun to cry.
"She always does this," Sansa sobbed with her face turning red in embarrassment and anger.
"Hush now, you know your sister does this to rile you up. Prince Joffrey saw nothing," Rhaenyra glided through comments as she softly pushed the redhead into her friend's arms. Knowing she would be able to calm the girl down while Rhaenyra spotted her way out. Bran and Rickon looked ready to drop. Bran's head was already propped by his hand.
"Come here Lyka jaosītsos, Nēdenka jaosītsos," she spoke soothingly. Hoisting Rickon into her arms as Bran held onto her hand. She carefully walked out as Ned held the door open with Jory who smiled as they both bid her goodnight, her guard following once he saw her disappear, Lynara and Valaena vanished as well to rejoin her in her chambers to help their lady ready for bed. She guided them to Rickon's chambers first as she hummed an old lullaby Lynara taught her. 'The northern lullaby' was what they called it. Bran had fallen asleep while sitting in a spare chair that sat in the corner of Rickon's chair and woke up to being carried on Rhaenyra's back as Raynor followed. The knight opened the doors to his chambers when they came upon them as Bran's wolf greeted them. Her movements were graceful and well-practiced as she was used to putting children to bed with the other Starks. Rickon of five years old was used to his mother or father putting him to bed, but Rhaenyra knew she'd get too because they were concerned with their royal charges. But also it had given her a way out.
"Rhae, can you sing to me?" Bran asked as she paused. Rhaenyra had been pulling his blanket over him after he had changed while she pulled his blankets down so he could get into bed easier.
"Normally you want a story," she said softly while Raynor smiled. Ned had told him that when their lord went South he was taking with him Sansa, Arya, and Bran, his firstborn daughter the guard understood. She was a good match for Prince Joffrey despite the condescending and ungracious attitude of the future king, Tommen would have made a better pick, even their sister Myrcella has a sweet disposition. How those two did not gain their brother and mother's attitude is beyond him but he had never been more grateful. Should Joffrey fail, and the gods know when it will happen, either by an enemy or his own people, it will happen, the Common people would riot to overthrow him and place his brother or sister on the throne.
"I don't want a story right now," he smiled as Rhaenyra sighed while sitting on his bed.
"Alright, what would you like?" she asked while brushing his bangs from his face.
"The northern lullaby." He smiled as she smirked.
"Fine." She gave a playful sigh as he giggled when she tickled his side. "You better go to sleep after this," she ordered as his wolf joined them.
"I promise," he swore as the direwolf laid his head on his master's hip.
"Where the north wind meets the sea
There's a river, full of memory
Sleep, my little darling, safe and sound
For in this river, all is found,
In her waters, deep and true
Lay the answers and the path for you
Dive down deep into her sound
But go too far and you'll be drowned,
They will sing to those who hear
And in their song, all magic flows
Can you brave what you most fear?
But can you face what the north river knows?
Where the north wind meets the sea
There is a mother full of memory
Come, my little darling, homeward bound
When all is lost, then all is found." Bran's soft snores filled as she finished singing, slowly she pulled his blankets up and pet the direwolf's head as his tail thumped on the bed once. "Sleep tight, both of you." She kissed Bran's forehead before getting up to leave. Raynor held the door for her as they both left.
"You will have the practice by the time you and Robb have children of your own," Raynor smiled as she chuckled softly.
"I don't think anything will prepare me for my own," she answered as he smirked. "Why don't you go ahead and go to rest? My chambers are not far," she smiled as he asked.
"Are you sure?" He knew she was safe as he spotted Grey Wind and Nymeria side-by-side down the hallway, their masters were no doubt nearby.
"Of course. Have a pleasant night Raynor, I will see you on the morrow," she urged as he nodded and left after bidding her goodnight. Once she saw him leave to go to bed she turned and walked down the stairs.
"Lady Rhaenyra." Ser Jaime appeared as he swayed a bit. Rhaenyra froze at realizing he was a bit drunk.
"Ser Jaime, is there something I can help you with?" she asked softly.
"I seem to be unable to find my chambers," he commented as he turned in a circle.
"Your chambers are not in this section. Lord Stark placed the King and Queen's party this way." She urged him to follow, he did so. He gave a passing servant his empty cup as they bowed respectively to their lady and the knight.
"Thank you," he sighed in relief at not going in any more circles, Winterfell was so alike in all its hallways.
"Of course," Rhaenyra spoke in a soft tone. "I can understand that Winterfell is a maze. I remember getting lost as a child before learning the passageways." She smiled as he chuckled.
"Try finding a way out through gold mines," Jaime spoke with a laugh.
"It might be a week if that ever happened," Rhaenyra responded as he chuckled, they came upon the royal chambers as a handmaiden was seen guiding a yawning Myrcella to her own chambers as a guard carried Prince Tommen who was sleeping just like Rickon, such sweet babes. "Hello, Princess." Rhaenyra curtsied as Myrcella blinked slowly and smiled.
"Hello, Lady Rhaenyra." Princess Myrcella made sure to curtsy properly, despite her sleepy nature.
"Please forgive me, I was just helping your uncle to his chambers. It's a little hard to know the right passage," she claimed with an easy smile as Jaime chuckled while Myrcella giggled.
"It's so big," the young princess spoke in an awed tone. She found Winterfell to be beautiful, cold but beautiful. She has overheard her parents complaining, mostly her mother, about the bleak and dreary weather that plagues the North.
"Not as big as the Red Keep, I assume," Rhaenyra spoke with ease as the girl nodded.
"It is," the princess spoke with confirmation as Jaime chuckled.
"Drove me crazy when I first became a knight. Thankfully, I learned." Jaime smiled as they all nodded.
"Please excuse us, My Lady," the handmaiden spoke, having been trying to nudge the princess into her chambers. The guard had taken the prince to his chambers while they talked.
"Of course." Rhaenyra and Jaime walked to the side as Myrcella went into the guest chambers as Jaime followed Rhaenyra. Both though were completely unaware of two Starks trailing them until Grey Wind came into view as Jaime tensed. "Go, Grey Wind. Return to your master," Rhaenyra ordered, her eyes narrow as the direwolf backed away from the lady, still leveling Jaime with a look as he did so.
"I thought that was Robb's wolf, not yours," Jaime commented as he continued to follow her.
"He is. Grey Wind just listens to me as well," she replied as he hummed softly. Jaime had been trying to understand her personality as they walked, Robert and both Cersei had suggested that she was hiding any madness, something he had seen firsthand with her father. But he had not seen anything, he spotted instantly that she was a mixture of the Stark girls; Sansa's lady-like personality and Arya's wild nature with her friendship with the men. "Here we are." She smiled as they came across the door.
"Thank you," he said with a relieved smile as he bowed respectively as she curtsied.
"Have a pleasant night, Ser Jaime." Rhaenyra hoped as he entered his rooms.
"You as well My Lady," he spoke softly as he nodded his head. Rhaenyra started to walk before Robb came into view.
"Robb," she smiled as he approached her. A frown on his face, which made her frown as well. "Is something wrong?" She asked as he took her arm.
"Why were you with Jaime Lannister?" He asked as she sighed.
"Because he could not find his chambers, he must have had a bit to drink during the celebration," she surmised. Robb though kept frowning. "Robb Stark what is going on with you?" She asked with a sharp tone.
"I don't trust the Lannisters," he snarled as she frowned.
"When did I say I did?" She asked as he scoffed.
"You seem quite friendly with Tyrion and Ser Jaime," he commented as she sighed with irritation in her tone.
"I am being the lady your mother taught me to be," she spoke as he smiled. She definitely could sound like his mother at times.
"You're right," he agreed as they came up to her chambers. "This, my sweet, is where I leave you," Robb stated as she grinned softly. Leaning up to give him a kiss on his cheek, he smirked, cupping her chin he pressed a kissed to her lips as she smiled.
"I will see you on the morrow, Vīlībāzmio Zokla," she whispered before disappearing into her chambers as he sighed.
"That woman will be the death of me," he growled before returning to his chambers as Grey Wind joined him, licking and nipping his fingers happily.
Rhaenyra smiled as she leaned against the door, a smirking Valaena was sitting on a chair working on her stitch as she noticed the love-struck expression across her lady's face.
"You are hopeless," Valaena claimed, shaking her head in mock disappointment. Standing Valaena aided her in undressing and putting on her slip.
"Val?" The maid turned to her as Rhaenyra paused in unbraiding her hair. "Do you know what Lord Stark wants to tell me?" she asked as her maid paused.
"I believe so," Valaena spoke up, joining in smoothing out her hair. "I am going to assume that it might be about your marriage to Robb," she suggested as Rhaenyra hummed.
"I hope so. Sansa once worried that we would never marry, how most are married and expecting by the age of majority," Rhaenyra commented as Valaena scoffed.
"If the King had the choice, as I've said, he probably would never let you marry," she spoke as Rhaenyra shrugged.
"Lord Stark would not allow that, it would leave his firstborn son without children-"
"And Robb would marry you, regardless of the King's decision. He loves you too much to allow this to stand. Even one without sight would see," Valaena claimed as Rhaenyra smirked. "Well our Lord wishes to speak about it tomorrow, so we will see," Valaena commented softly as Lynara entered.
"Where have you been?" Rhaenyra asked softly as Lynara sighed.
"Rowdy men are a pain, especially when they're filled with ale," Lynara commented as the girls giggled with her. "You are to sleep now, My Lady," Lynara spoke as Rhaenyra nodded. Valaena had left her to light the candles around her eggs.
"Goodnight, Rhae." Valaena smiled, no doubt going to spend the time with Baela.
"Goodnight Val, tell Baela I hope they leave soon," Rhaenyra claimed with a grin. Both nodded and left after wishing her a good night and promised to see her in the morning. Rhaenyra sat as she looked at her reflection, seeing the difference between herself and how she used to look years ago, she never truly noticed the difference until now. She calmly sat at her egg chest and stared at them, being so drawn that she decided to pick them up each and carry them to her bed. After blowing her candles out she laid down and fell asleep staring at the stone eggs. Dreaming of nothing but snow and dragons, flying above the clouds as she listened to the screeches. Feeling heat against her skin as she reached out, feeling the scales beneath her fingertips. She felt the heat beneath her hand as she slept, but thought it was her dream.
III
End of chapter! Sorry, it was short. I promise to make the next one longer! And yes the song I have in here is from Frozen 2, I just changed a few words in the song. But I do not own the song (so don't snip about owning rights!) I just used it because it was considered the Northuldra so I figured the North was a good place for it to be sung.
So tell me what you guys thought? Please review.
~Rusty14~
