DISCLAIMER: Chapter Prologue
Chapter rating: T
Alysanne (Aly-Sane)
I
Laughter rang out as a pure white mare raced into the muddy courtyard, the only girl was a triumph as she erupted into giggles when her friends, smiling as they all panted. "I win again boys," she smirked as they dismounted their horses.
"You must cheat! You cannot win every time!" a young brunette male scoffed as they walked, all four in tunics and breeches.
"Face it Greyjoy she beat you!" Her betrothed, Robb, called as he smiled at how close they truly were. He knew better than the two wards of the North loved each other like family, both having said so when they'd all have those bad moments. Rhaenyra once told Theon. 'We may not be your blood, but you are my brother. I know Robb and Jon think so too,' and it was true, the Stark brothers even told him. It had made him happy to know that he still had family here.
"But still every time?" the Greyjoy asked as Jon laughed before a voice cut them off.
"She will always beat you boys if you don't learn the paths as she does," Ned Stark smirked as he approached the children of ten and seven and ten and eight. True to his promise he reared his wards like his own, Rhaenyra was a sweet and true soul not like her mad father. But many claimed she could turn, many started out good-natured before turning mad, only she planned to show them all wrong.
"We take the same routes, there's no other route," Jon argued, even he was curious as to why the girl always won. But his lord father shook his head, finding true amusement among their bickering when Rodrik came to retrieve him. The four friends split to do anything. Theon, of course, went to the brothel where he spent almost a good amount of his time and coin. Jon would probably want to go and play with his younger siblings, or at least trying to keep them from trouble. But Robb clung to his betrothed to her amusement, she and the future lord of Winterfell were quite in love with each other, they knew it as did anyone else who saw them.
"What does my future lady wife do, when not around her three friends? You never tell us," he smirked. The boys always talk about their days while their only female friend talks about lessons and that's rarely sometimes.
"I normally read about my family history, learning what I can," she shrugged as he smiled.
"Love, you know those books front-to-book. Guarantee, what are you looking for?" he asked as she smiled gently.
"Probably nothing, but just a curiosity, I had. I must go. I promised to finish some readings for Valaena." The Valyrian woman trained the exiled princess of her Valyrian heritage, so she had two different lessons like the Stark children, the Targaryen gave her love a kiss before he yanked her closer with a playful growl while she giggled. Giving a light push she left. Rhaenyra carefully maneuvered through the busy halls, many respectfully greeted her as she passed, but the girl did the same. Entering her chambers she spotted Valaena and Baela working around her chambers. Sighing softly she looked to the right corner where a small area was set up with lit candles surrounding three round stones, but they weren't stoned but scaled dragon eggs. Fossilized by time, but still beautiful, even gaining back some color since receiving them when she was four from Jon Arryn. The eggs were mesmerizing for their owner, on her left was a beautiful pale blue-silver egg that she named 'Alysanne,' on the other end was a gold egg with black spots she called 'Rhaenys' and in the middle was her favorite 'Rhaella' a beautiful dark blood-red egg with flecks of black mixed in. She was obsessed with her heritage for a reason. Despite the failed attempts, she'd never actually do them, rather admire her eggs as they are if nothing comes up with solid evidence. But she was so drawn to them life fire that she didn't risk it, as much as she wished they would.
"Princess?" A small smile broke onto the younger's face, Valaena refused to stop calling her the title. So her daughter, Baela, did so. Only when there were no other lords or anything that might get back to King's Landing.
"Yes, Valaena?" the woman asked, turning to her caregiver, not understanding the firm look.
"You have received a letter from your sister. I've placed it on your desk," the southern woman claimed as she put away new dresses for her lady.
"Thank you, and how many times will you call me 'Princess'? If you will not call me by My Lady then please Rhaenyra. You have known me since I was a babe," the girl questioned as she approached the desk to read the letter from her twin sister.
"Despite that Usurper sitting on your family's seat you will always be my Princess until you take the name Lady Stark," Valaena swore as her charge wilted at the firm demand.
"Fine, fine. Do what you wish," the girl waved her help off as Baela giggled from her corner organizing her small library of books. "Why do I hear giggling?" Rhaenyra gave a playful call as she sat opening the still sealed parchment.
"No noise over here… Princess," the woman groaned as the Valyrian women laughed. Lynara paused when she entered, never truly understanding her friend and her child.
"Yes Lynara?" she asked, not even turning around.
"Lord Stark requests your presence," the woman spoke as Rhaenyra nodded. She looked over the letter intending to answer her twin, first.
"Dear Rhae, we are now at Master Illyrio's, Viserys has arranged a meeting to marry me to Khal Drogo of the Dothraki. How I wish you were here with me. Love Dany," Rhaenyra smiled softly as she thought about her twin. She pulled free a clear parchment writing out her letter while her wax warmed, a stamp ready.
"Dany, how I wish you did live here too, from what I have heard about the horsemen is that they move around a lot. But I am sure any husband will love you. To our meet Rhae," With that Rhaenyra sprinkled flecks to help dry it out, once that was done, she quickly rolled it before walking to Lynara who waited. "Please send this off Lynara," the girl requested as she nodded. Once that was done, she made her way to Ned to talk with him.
I
As she approached Lord Stark he was talking to Rodrik and Jory before spotting the young woman. "My Lady," Ned greeted with a smile as she smirked.
"Not at the moment," she joked as she was still dressed in riding clothes.
"You'll always be a lady," Jory smiled, the young woman always claimed that she acted more like a boy sometimes, preferring swordplay to stitch.
"She is just like Arya," Ned laughed as Rhaenyra smirked. "You promised Bran to watch his archery practice," he reminded as she nodded.
"Right," the girl walked away with a farewell to her lord and teachers.
"It's not just Arya, who is like your sister, My Lord," Jory commented as his uncle nodded. And it was true, despite her appearing like a lady she would be at ease in training with the boys.
"Yes, how true that is," he nodded with a small smile.
Rhaenyra beamed to Rickon who had been sitting watching Bran do archery with Robb and Jon.
"How is he doing?" she asked as the boy smiled.
"Bad," he spoke as they watched. When the ten-year-old missed the target, it brought a giggle from the pair as his oldest brother laughed, Jon just shook his head.
"And which one of you was a marksman at ten?" Ned's voice called out as the girl smirked, walking out after lightly squeezing the youngest Stark's hand. Lightly jogging out she grinned when Jon spotted her, shushing him silently she continued to hover behind Robb before he spoke.
"Try all you like Rhae, it won't work," the future Lord of Winterfell claimed as she sighed.
"I had to try," she shrugged before coming up to Bran when he turned to her. "It'll be okay Little Wolf, just breathe," she smiled as he nodded before the Targaryen moved back. When the boy got into position before another arrow made all four jump and turn to see Arya standing there with her own bow, smirking she curtsied before tearing off with Bran chasing after.
"Run Bran!" Jon called as they laughed.
"Faster!" Robb added before kissing Rhaenyra's forehead to greet her as he undid the low tail, allowing her pure white hair to flow freely. "Hair's getting long," he mused threading the length as Rickon helped Jon pick the arrows up.
"I'll have either Lynara or Valaena cut it, I hate long hair," she growled as he smiled.
"You always have," he claimed, putting a piece of hair behind her ear.
"Come on, let's help," she encouraged before they joined to gather the arrows.
"Robb, Jon, saddle up. Bran, you too," he ordered to everyone's alarm. "Rhae I need you to help Cat today. Arya's being… difficult again," he tried as the girl nodded.
"What is it, Father?" Robb asked, worried, pulling the girl closer while Jon soothed the younger one.
"A deserter," the lord of Winterfell announced, making the indigo-eyed woman closed them as she realized something was going to be trouble for Catelyn.
"Should I care for all My Lord? Lady Catelyn and the children?" the girl asked as he nodded. As he turned to go tell the rest while Jon and Bran left, the boy went pale. "He's so small," she tried as he smiled.
"We were that age when we all saw our first deserter," he spoke as she remembered, all four had been together. She had been the only girl to ever witness a deserter, Ned didn't want to shelter her. He knew she had a strong mind for a young lady and she appreciated that he was allowing her to test what she could and could not do.
"I know," she spoke before kissing his cheek as she left to change while they gathered everything. As she climbed the stairs, she felt a pinch in her left eye, wincing, she paused, leaning against the wall. Holding a breath, she continued on exhaling sharply, the moment she made it to the floor that held her chambers she entered to see Lynara reading a book. "What book are you reading?" she asked while undoing her boots.
"It is one of your histories, speaks a great deal of the known riders," the northerner smiled.
"Oh, I think I remember that one, I liked it, it spoke a lot about Aegon's dragon, Balerion. He lived over 200 years, being the only surviving dragon of five after the Doom," she recited as Lynara smirked, closing the book and leaning against the chair.
"You know the stories so well," she praised. Valaena had personally told every Valyrian story she knew of to the Northern family. Their Lord father and Lady mother knew, enjoying the ones they overheard.
"I just simply have a good memory Lynara, you know that," she smiled before removing her shirt and slipped her pants off. Immediately the maid quickly stood retrieving the dress she already had ready for the young girl. It was a beautiful light gray/pale blue dress, when she sat the woman started to brush and braid her hair. "I need you to cut my hair soon, it's too long," Rhaenyra requested as the older sighed sadly at the soft tresses.
"You have such pretty hair, I wish you let it grow out," the brunette wanted as she tied it.
"I just… don't like long hair," the girl shrugged before shooting up and slipped her shoes on before leaving the room, the elder hot on her heels. As they walked outside Rhaenyra spotted the leaving part, Ned already had Bran mounted and ready to go. Robb had been talking to Jon while Theon talked to Jory. Instantly the white-haired woman went to the Stark heir, he gave a soft smile while Jon turned to Lynara who played around with him making the young man laugh as they turned to talk after she stopped messing with him.
"How's Bran doing so far?" she asked as he shrugged softly at seeing her in a dress. "I can see you have changed," she smiled at his weird comment.
"If I stayed in my riding clothes your mother would have pounced on me," she claimed as Robb smirked.
"Well, you are a lady," he tossed before kissing her forehead as he saw his family mount up. "I must go," he said as she nodded, stepping away wishing them all a safe ride. As they disappeared Rhaenyra sighed softly before a guard offered to go back, agreeing they made their way back inside, all the while she felt a weird nagging feeling.
I
Rhaenyra laughed as she and Arya worked on their stitching, both failing horribly which is what caused their laughter uproar, both sitting in the elder's chambers'. Sitting on the floor, they had laid their work down when Rhaenyra grew tired of their work.
"Why have we even practiced these? We never finish them or make any progress," Arya asked a little irritated, she hated stitching just as much as the elder.
"Because your mother had someone come check on you. But I know that was the last visit, so we can stop," the girl smirked as Arya laughed.
"You know Mother very well," she commented.
"Because Lynara did the same thing for me," the former princess commented. As they stood, she spied her chest before looking to Arya, who snagged the needleworks, liking Rhaenyra's messed up dragon stitch. Coming to a decision she walked over to the locked chest while Arya examined a knife Rhaenyra had gotten from Jory and Rodrik on her last name day. Unlocking the chest, she opened it before she started to light the candles, it gained the younger's attention when she put the knife down. Quickly jogging over the girl's eyes nearly bulged at the sight she saw, the moment Rhaenyra finished lighting everything she backed away as the girl looked easier when she moved closer.
"Are those?" she asked as the woman nodded with a smile.
"Yep, you have to keep this quiet now, you hear?" Rhaenyra ordered as Arya nodded. She reached out to touch one of the stone eggs, running her finger down a scale; to the young girl they were cold and sharp, but to the Targaryen woman they felt warm and smooth, always did.
"How long have you had them?" she asked as they walked away to sit on the bed, the girl wanted to keep looking at the eggs though.
"Since I was four, Jon Arryn gave them to me," the woman claimed before her door was thrown open when Robb came in.
"Come downstairs," he ordered as the girls followed, Rhaenyra blowing out her candles before walking out. They followed a smiling Robb before stopping when spotting why the heir was happy. There were six wolf pups in Lord Stark's office, the other Stark children were already there. Jon had another pup in his arms before pushing it into Arya's arms.
"It's a girl," he spoke while Rhaenyra looked to the Stark boys for answers. "There was a dead dire wolf mother, killed by a stag. We were able to keep the pups, 6 pups for-"
"-6 Starks," Rhaenyra smirked cutting Jon off liking how there was one for each. There were 2 girls and 4 boys, Rickon looked more fearful of his dark furred green-eyed pup, calling his pup 'Shaggydog,' Bran was petting a silver gray-furred pup with yellow eyes who was chewing on a glove he did not know what to call his wolf, he decided not to name him yet. Sansa held a gray-furred, yellow-eyed girl named 'Lady,' which Arya sniggered at. Robb held a smoky gray, gold-eyed male claimed, Grey Wind, Jon's pup was a snow white red-eyed male called 'Ghost' and Arya's was a light gray furred pup with dark gold eyes she decided on 'Nymeria.'
"I have news children," Ned started a sad tone in his face. "Jon Arryn is dead," he announced to their shock and sight sadness, Rhaenyra knew the man as her reason for being alive, just like Lord Stark, he was the reason she was given her eggs. To the Starks, he was their uncle, but they barely knew him because of him living in King's Landing and them in the North. "The King marches on Winterfell, he will be here in less than a month's time," the Lord of Winterfell spoke, alarming the young Targaryen who was terrified about the King. But the children all nodded, understanding what that truly meant for them, but one was absolutely beyond scared.
I
"Rhae," Robb called as she turned to see her grinning love coming up to her. The white-haired woman smiled softly, Grey Wind was trailing after him as she turned from heading back to her chambers. "How are you?" he asked as she shrugged lightly. It was near evening, she had no appointments or lessons to attend to, allowed her to her own things.
"I am well enough, the King rides North and I am to basically play the pliant child for him," she said with disdain as Robb frowned. He knew of his future wife's disdain for the King, she was grateful that he allowed her to live, among a noble family at that, but hated him for the rebellion. She knew her father needed to be dealt with and wished her brother hadn't done what he did, especially to the Stark family. But she could not do anything about it.
"It will be alright. Father just assumes he will ask to be Hand," Robb swore as Rhaenyra frowned.
"Why not elect a Lannister they practically litter the Capitol from what I've heard," she snarled the last name angrily. She would never forgive a Lannister, Tywin Lannister to be specific, for what happened to her family. Blaming them for turning and slaughtering Rhaegar's family.
"My Love they can not do anything to you, not without reason. Father will ensure it," Robb refused to allow any thought of possible harm that might come to his betrothed. He suddenly had a thought that might help Rhaenyra calm down. "Tomorrow let's go for a ride, haven't gone in a while," he proposed with a smile as she chuckled softly.
"Us?" she asked softly as he nodded. "Okay," she agreed, "light packing or heavy?" It hadn't been uncommon for them to spend a day or few hours in the forest, Ned trusted the pair beyond everything and Robb was too noble to even think it, much to his betrothed amusement.
"Light, it'll be getting colder so we can't spend the entire day out in the forests anymore," he frowned. They were children of horseback and hunting, they were raised for outside, even Rhaenyra who was meant to be a lady.
"Alright," she confirmed as he nodded before kissing each other's cheeks as they separated and went to their original goals.
The next day the pair met up in the stables with Corlys and the stallion he rode, Karn, all saddled and ready, she was dressed in her riding clothes, not wanting to deal with dresses. He was seen stroking the mare, checking on her straps for her saddle until Edrick came out of nowhere to give Robb a sack.
"And what would those be for?" she asked as they whipped around, Robb chuckled.
"Gods you're sneaky," he cursed making the boy laugh before running away from the elder male who tried to grab him with a smile. "But these are for the horses, apples. Those are still Corlys' favorite right?" he asked curiously as she nodded.
"Of course," she smiled before stroking her mare's nose. "Where are we going?" she asked as he frowned before scolding softly.
"I'm not going to tell you! You know better," he grumbled as she smirked with a giggle.
"Okay, okay," Rhaenyra relented, the male rolled his eyes with a smile before ordering her to mount up. Effortlessly swinging up into the saddle they took off with a laugh as Robb took to the lead, under the happy eyes of Ned Stark as he watched them, knowing he'd have a good report for Robert.
Robb led her to a clearing, a drop-off hill with flowers and a few boulders that would nestle a person comfortably. Rhaenyra stared in shock and was taken back by the beauty.
"Wow," she whispered as he smiled.
"I thought you might like this, I found it when I took Grey Wind on a hunt," he smiled to his childhood friend. They took the horses lower before Grey Wind came out of nowhere making the white mare jerk in shock, she huffed irritated while Karn remained calm. "She's going to need to get used to him better," he commented as she chuckled.
"Yes," they continued in silence as the growing pup raced about, tail wagging quickly. It was calming until the young woman broke it to admit her fears. "I'm terrified, Robb," she said softly as he looked to her.
"Rhae," he started before she stopped him.
"I know that everyone says Robert wouldn't betray Ned now and have me killed but I didn't want to admit it that I was scared," she claimed as he frowned.
"Hey," he stopped both their horses as Grey Wind continued. "It's okay to be scared. I am, so are my siblings, my parents. We all are, you've been a part of this family for 17 years," Robb started as she listened. "Father will protect you, you know that. He will fight for you," Robb finished, thinking the same thing.
"I just hope it doesn't come to that," Rhaenyra wished as he took her hand tightly before they continued the track. The Targaryen woman continued to think as she looked to see Robb looking around. Her dreams were getting more and more frequent that they were driving her crazy. "Robb," she called softly as he turned to her. "You remember those weird dreams I used to have when I was little?" she asked maneuvering around tall plants and weeds.
"Yeah. They used to be in dry places. I think you even described Essos at one point," he grinned as she smiled softly.
"I believe they started back up. But I was dreaming of clouds," she smiled as he hummed softly.
"Sort of sounds like my forest dreams," he mused as she looked intrigued to her betrothed. "I've been dreaming myself, but I am sniffing the dirt, digging into the ground. I don't understand it," he claimed as she chuckled softly.
"Aren't we a pair? Both strange dreams set to drive us crazy," she smirked as he nodded.
"Yes, indeed," he laughed as they continued to their path.
I
The days passed by too quickly for Rhaenyra's liking, she had made sure her appearance would appease the King. The girl was going to go have her hair cut by Valaena, she wanted for it to be shorter. But she paused when she spotted a shirtless Robb being shaved by Tommy, the barber of Winterfell, Theon and Jon were there too, Rhaenyra snuck over to see Robb as she felt her blood burn at seeing her betroth shirtless.
"Why's your mother so dead-set on us getting pretty for the King?" Jon asked, irritated if they let him he'd let his hair grow as long as possible.
"I bet it's the Queen, I hear she's sleek as a mink," Theon smirked as they watched Tommy shave Robb's beard.
"I hear the prince is a right royal prick," Robb spoke, trying not to move until he was done. Rhaenyra smirked as she's heard the rumors too.
"Think of all those Southern girls he gets to stab with his right royal prick," Theon smirked while Robb stood when the man cleared him.
"Go on Tommy," the heir grabbed his brother. "Shear him good. He's never liked a girl more than his own hair," the man smirked shoving him into the chair. Tommy with a smirk checked the length and snatched the shears to start with the boy's hair, Jon had a very unhappy look, as clumps started to fall, Rhaenyra smirked before walking away, through the courtyard she smiled to Grey Wind who ran up to her, tail wagging.
"Come along boy," the woman called allowing the pup to follow her. He obeyed and ran after, unaware of Robb watching them with a small smile. Rhaenyra walked up the stairs as everyone prepared for the arrival of the royal party, the girl dreaded it. As she entered her chambers, the pup quickly laid at the end of her bed as Valaena produced a tub all ready for her, Baela entered quickly, she finished the bath water adding two oils.
"I added lavender, to soothe you and Rose, it'll keep your mind calm too. I figure you'll need as much help as possible," the maid shrugged. Rhaenyra smiled softly as her friend helped her in stripping, Valaena started to scour the clothes to dress the young woman.
"I might need all of it for however long he stays," the girl spoke carefully stepping into the boiling tub as she sighed softly, the heat soothed her regardless of scents.
"He's let you live for 17 years, why in seven hells would he do anything now?" Valaena hissed irritated she knew this man would hold the death threat over the young woman. She has seen this child, raised and nursed her once her milk came in. Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen was her babe in all but blood, she would always be a royal to her.
"I will always be a threat to the Iron Throne," the girl said, feeling the cloth in her hand as she washed, feeling Baela wash her hair all the while thinking of Robb. She slowly started to drift off to think of him before Baela got her attention.
"Come on, you're done," she ordered as the woman stood, stepping out and drying off, she patiently waited as the two helped her dress and started to braid her hair. Her dress was a plain blue dress that was lined with fur, her hair was cut in between her elbows and shoulders.
"You'll be fine," Valaena swore as she got ready, Baela was going to hide in Winter Town, knowing how to avoid people.
I
Rhaenyra stood in between Jon and Theon, standing behind the line of the Starks, she stuck out like a sore thumb, a white-haired child among the sea of wolves. "Keep calm, don't panic," Jon spoke as she took a deep breath before releasing it, Arya was the only Stark missing.
"Where's Arya?" Catelyn asked as she looked around. "Sansa where's your sister?" the mother looked to her eldest daughter who shrugged before looking to her female ward who shook her head. She hadn't seen the young girl since their morning fast since then she had been in her chambers until it was time to line up. Rhaenyra could not tell what she was truly feeling with the King's arrival, terror was a strong one, but she felt anger boiling. But her thoughts were cut off by spotting the missing pup, clearing her throat softly she nodded in the direction for Catelyn who had turned. Ned stopped the girl who wore a helm as it brought a smile to the three friends along with their master-at-arms.
"Hey, hey, hey! What are you doing with that on?" the Lord asked before removing the piece of metal and passed it back to Rodrik before ushering her down the line. Quickly the royal procession finally entered, instantly Rhaenyra spotted the prince who was smiling at Sansa, appraising her as she smiled back before the same as he looked her up and down too, but her eyes sharpened with anger and hate, quickly frowning he looked away before sneaking looks as her eyes shifted away when Maester Luwin ordered her too. Her eyes were much warmer when the rest of the party started through, but she paled a bit once Robert made his way into the courtyard. Inhaling a shaky breath, she steeled her nerves, feeling Jon and Theon grip her hands to keep her as calm as possible.
"Stay calm," Jon instructed as Robert climbed down everyone had gone on one knee, as the large King approached, pausing in front of Ned. When he gestured for the lord to stand he did so, the rest followed wordlessly, Rhaenyra keeping her eyes down with respect but mostly with fear.
"Your Grace," the Lord greeted, bowing his head as they stared each other down.
"You've gotten fat," Robert spoke as everyone looked shocked, Ned, though sneaked a quick peek at the King's large belly and nodded to it. But they started to laugh, which brought relief to the courtyard as they embraced, the King pulled away before spotting Catelyn. "Cat!" he greeted roughly yanking the redhead into a hug as she gave a soft grunt.
"Your Grace," she greeted as he released her greeting Rickon with a ruffle of hair before looking for Ned again.
"Nine years," he spoke. "Nine years, where the hell have you been?" Robert asked as the royal carriage came through.
"Guarding the North for you Your Grace," Ned answered a smile on their faces. "Winterfell is yours," he swore. Everyone watched as Cersei exited the carriage followed by her two younger children. But when Rhaenyra looked to the royal family, she frowned when all she saw was golden, green-eyed children, her eyes had trailed carefully to the King, who had moved down the Stark line, but the moment he finished seeing Bran the large man found the girl he exiled from King's Landing. Slowly he pushed between an alarmed Sansa and terrified looking Arya, Ned bit his cheek before gripping Robb's cloak. Jory and Maester Luwin pulled Theon and Jon away from the girl's side as she curtsied with good grace as she looked up for a second before dropping her gaze.
"Do you know who I am girl?" he asked as she nodded.
"Yes, Your Grace," she confirmed.
"Do you know what your family did?" he asked storm gray eyes hard.
"Yes," Rhaenyra nodded as every northerner tensed and many paused to watch, the Lannisters too. "They deserve what they got," she finished as Robert watched.
"Is that so?" he asked before nodding and walking away as she blinked twice, willing the tears to dye down, when the line reformed a bit and Jory and Maester Luwin released the two who clung to their friend, knowing she needed their aid. "Ned, take me to your crypts," the King ordered when Cersei approached staring at the Targaryen who eyed the queen down, anger boiling in her veins.
"We've been riding for a month my love, surely the dead can wait," she suggested before her husband paused, looking at her.
"Ned," he ordered as the Lord followed, being careful to brush past the queen to follow his old friend. Slowly everyone either dispersed or want to help pull everything into the castle, but Rhaenyra carefully walked to Catelyn who looked to her.
"I'm going to go for a ride," the Targaryen claimed as Catelyn nodded, Theon and Jon had gone to retrieve some horses as Robb joined.
"Stay safe, stay together," the matriarch requested as they nodded before walking away.
I
As Ned followed Robert into the tomb, he stopped suddenly at Lyanna's grave, placing a dove feather in her hand. "Every night I kill him," he spoke to the Lord who frowned. Knowing how his friend would get after talking about the Targaryens. "Did you have to bury her in the dark?" he asked as Ned looked to him sharply.
"She was my sister, this was her place," Ned defended before Robert retaliated.
"She belonged with me!" he roared turning to his friend who sighed. "And he stole her," he growled, eyes darkening, Ned, realizing his friend was going into a dark place frowned.
"It's done. They're gone," he tried before Robert stopped him.
"Not all of them are, one lives here," he mentioned before looking to his old friend who gulped. "Tell me about this girl," he ordered making Ned take a steady breath.
"Rhaenyra has excelled in her studies and Catelyn believes she will be ready to take on her role when Robb needs too," the Lord started to explain quickly. "She is kind and gentle. I see no malice or detect it to come, she is of the people. I swear it Robert, by the Old Gods and New," he tried as the fat king stared him down.
"Is she ready?" he asked, Ned knew it was for a different question.
"Yes," and with that it was set.
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End of chapter. Hope you liked it!
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