Rhaenyra did not consider herself a cruel person - she was pragmatic and blunt, but never purposefully cruel. Mayhaps people wouldn't agree with her for what she was about to do, knowing how it might unsettle and hurt the Starks to see what might have happened to them if she hadn't interfered, but she needed them to understand how dire the situation was. Some part of her was elated to become Queen, even if only as a Consort, but she refused to be a Targaryen. She was overjoyed to see the work of her ancestors crumble right under her eyes. She knew Daenerys might come to Westeros, but once Robert dies and Joffrey starts with his shenanigans, she would make sure to let the world know that the last living child of Elia Martell and Rhaegar Targaryen still lived and would have a better claim than any other whelp that damned family had sired.

The princess would be lying is she said she was not somewhat appreciative of everything her Aunt had accomplished, but what was the point in trying to eradicate slavery if she was only going to leave Essos and bring barbarians and eunuchs to Westeros. Dothraki and Unsullied had no place in their continent and if they played their cards right, they would be able to kill the Night King and his armies without their help. She was aware that Daenerys did not get the same level of education as her - but she should have at least tried to learn more about the country she was trying to invade. Unfortunately, she had no diplomacy whatsoever and did not understand that the use of dragonfire would not be as efficient as a method as before because of what Aerys, the Mad King had done to their family's reputation. It would be better for her to stay away and create a second Valyrian Freehold without slaves and where people hadn't lived many Rebellions and wars because of the Targaryens and their madness.

As they were making themselves comfortable (and the Starks were not even sure of what they were about to witness actually), Rhaenyra reached out with her magic to the Heart Tree, praying for guidance. As she felt the connection form and the image become clearer, she felt something interfering. Her blood ran cold as soon as she understood who was foolish enough to put himself on her path.

She snarled audibly, attracting the attention of the couple and their heir beside her. "Begone Bloodraven, you have influenced and played with people's lives enough."

Brynden Rivers might be related to her, but she would always curse the fact he had not just died at the Wall like he was supposed to. A thousand and one eyes. As soon as she was born, she had felt his presence lurking around her and she had just been lucky to spend her time at Sunspear, as close as possible to Essos, which meant he could not manipulate her life as he saw fit. Oh, he had sent assassins after her and put her into Varys' interest, perhaps thinking her a suitable bride for his Blackfyre nephew, but she could not imagine that he had noble intention.

"You have meddled with the Song," he accused her, looking thunderous with his blood red eyes. It was truly eerie to be facing him after having successfully evading him and his existence for a long time. "How are we to defeat the Others? How? Centuries of work are now useless because of your existence. I had planned your death a long time ago child and yet, you still draw breath."

For the first time since she had met him, Robb Stark finally looked at her with his sharp Tully blue eyes that he narrowed at the man stuck within the tree. He might not be fully on board with their union, but even he knew better than to try to reason with a man that loudly proclaimed he should have killed her when she was still a babe. "Bloodraven?," he asked, turning towards his father who seemed shaken to his core for some reason.

"Begone or I shall curse you and the Children of the Forest that still live," she said again, one of her eyes looking almost wildfire green while she was glaring at the abomination in front of her. "Your song was useless: should have left the line of the Kings of Winter wither before my eyes? Leave to die? What about my family?" Even though they were in some sort of plane they could not describe, the Starks knew the white haired princess in front of them was a force to be reckoned with. Ned could almost hear the leaves of their revered weirwood tree agree with her proclamation. "House Nymeros Martell shall not end because of the Lannisters, nor will the Starks if I have anything to say about it. The pact of Ice and Fire shall make the North stronger against the wars to come."

As if he had never appeared at all, the scenery in front of them changed. This was one of her most recurring visions, the one that had shook her to her core: the attack at Hardhome by the Night King and his armies. As usual, her half-brother was making a great work of saving people, but it would not be enough. They needed dragons, but not Drogon, Viserion or Rhaegal, they were far too small but she knew exactly where to go to get another one. She heard Lady Stark take a deep breath and she didn't even need to look at her to know she was petrified.

"Lady Stark, are you ready?," asked her Rhaenyra, looking at her directly. Even though she had deeply hurt Jon, this woman had accompanied her son on the battlefield and had done everything to save her children from harm. There was strength in her - after all, she had been her father's heir before Edmure's birth and had shown great talent. The Riverlands would've been better in her hands to be sincere, and this time, they would have to make do without the North in their territory.

The first scene they were shown was the King's arrival at Winterfell, which should've been a great event if not for the fact they literally witnessed Queen Cersei and her brother fucking in one of the Towers and each one of them taking great glee in sending Bran plummeting to the ground. The presence of the direwolves surprised them, but it was clear the Stark children were more protected by their presence and existence around them - but that was before Ned was forced to behead Lady because of some fight between the Crown Prince and the beautiful Nymeria. It was clear that Lord Stark was disappointed that Sansa hadn't told the truth because of her fascination with the Crown Prince and her eagerness to become Queen Consort, but the bonds of family transcended everything.

From there, it went downhill: Ned discovered the Crown was in debt, he tried to find out why and how Jon Arryn was dead before being shocked by his best friend's death and his imprisonment. If Arya was smart and sneaky enough to escape King's Landing, Sansa was definitely not and was forced to stay in the hands of the Lannisters to force Ned to recant his words. His execution made Lady Stark cry and hide her face in her hands, trying to force herself not to vomit after what she had witnessed - but it was clear both parents were proud to watch their son and heir secede from the Seven Kingdoms once and for all and win as many fights as possible with the help of his bannermen.

As she looked towards Eddard Stark, she was not surprised to see how disappointed he was when his ward had turned on them and stormed Winterfell, forcing Rickon and Bran to run away with the help of a wildings of all things. Even with the sour mood around them, Robb couldn't help but snort when seeing how cunning Arya could be, especially when she managed to escape Harrenhal with Baratheon's bastard. His mirth was short lived since he saw himself marry a healer after being promised to a Frey girl in order to gain safe passage and the trio could not bear to watch after they noticed the Bolton's treason and the breaking of Guest Rights.

"Stop," growled Lord Stark, looking physically drained by what he had just witnessed. His first child...his smart boy...betrayed and besieged on all sides by Southerners because he had cloaked himself in his honor and gave Cersei the opportunity to run away. He couldn't even begin to imagine what might have happened to his precious daughter at the capital after the news of his death had arrived. "Let's...let's reconvene later," he said, his tone decisive. "Princess, you should go to your chambers and get ready for tonight's feast. Winterfell shall soon see its future Lady."

Rhaenyra wasn't ready to speak to Robb Stark: she didn't know why - after all, she had pushed for the betrothal. But his presence unsettled her and she refused to believe that there was a reason behind it. In the back of her mind, she had already noticed how handsome he already was and the warrior he would soon become, but it didn't mean that she was ready to speak with the man that would soon be ready to lay claim on her.

Even though she had grown up in Dorne and people never shied for physical gratification, she had kept her maidenhead. There were few choices a woman could make in her life, especially a noble one. Even though Arianne had tried to convince her to do otherwise, she had laid with more women that she had kissed men in order to remain chaste. The notion disgusted her more than anything, but she knew she needed some semblance of control in her life - besides, she refused to let tongs war about the promiscuity of the Dornish, especially not if she wanted to be respected in the future.

The princess kept walking alongside Lady Stark who was too shaken by what she had seen to prompt her to discuss anything with her. She was not even offended - it would not be easy to watch herself and her first born die, even though she had relivid the memory of Elia's rape and murder a million times in her life. As she was walking inside her chambers, she felt a hand grasp her arm and she turned towards the red-eyed woman. "You did not have to interfere, but you shall always have my gratitude."

At loss of words, the Chosen One closed the words behind her and started drawing herself a bath, loathing whenever someone tried to attend to her.

"Well, I hope my betrothed is not as cold as his lands," she muttered under her breath before sinking in the hot water - letting out a small moan before she could stop herself.