Chapter Thirteen:
White Harbour – 299 AC
Visenya Targaryen hadn't stepped foot on her homeland in sixteen years, so as she departed from her ship, she cried. No one judged her as they knew it was a big moment for her. Lord Manderly had greeted them and was surprised by the group of men accompanying the Queen. Most of them, men from legend and brought to life in flesh. He had greeted them and allowed Visenya and her main party to rest in his keep as her army prepared a camp outside the gates surrounding the city. The biggest surprise had come when sixteen dragons had flown over their northern skies, something not seen since Good Queen Alysanne. Three were so large they blocked out the sun as they flew over top and the other thirteen, the size of horses, following, looking like a bunch of baby ducklings.
Visenya had sent them to hunt in the surrounding forests before they retired for the night as a storm had broken out two days before they reached the harbor and had raged until a few hours before they arrived in the North. Visenya had been busy getting her soldiers ready. Eight thousand of her men were bundled up in furs and were to depart for The Wall the next morning, under the leadership of Kha, one of the unsullied Greyworm had chosen with letters for the Lord Commander of the Nights Watch. The dothraki and Unsullied had never been so far north, so it was taking a little time for them to adjust to the change, even as many were cloaked in warm furs. Many slept fitfully that night as they were about to embark of the adventure of a lifetime and Visenya spent her night fretting on how her soldier were fare in the far north, while worrying about her coming meeting with Robb Stark.
By the time morning came, Visenya had gotten no sleep even as their encampment was a beehive of activity. Men getting their stuff together, wagons being packed with supplies, weapons being passed around, horses being saddled, and carriages being readied to carry the women in their group. Lady Missandei and Princess Daenerys were in Daeny's rooms getting ready for their departure, knowing they need to be warm as the weather in Westeros was very different from the weather in Essos. Drogon was flying outside the window, sensing Daenerys emotions through to bond and staying close.
Missandei had just finished twisting Daeny's hair into travel braid when there was a knock on the door, which opened to admit Irri and Jhiqui carrying a fur lined travel cloak. It would take seven days to reach Riverrun from White Harbor by horse and Visenya and Jacaerys had decided against going through the Twin and instead decided to take the Kings Road all the way down to Riverrun as the army was just too large to go any other way. Visenya had made arrangement for them to stop a few hours ride from Riverrun and set camp in order for everyone to freshen up as now one wanted to greet the King in the North, travel weary and covered in dust. For the time being, Daenerys wore a pair of warm wool stockings, a think black gown and the fur lined travel cloak to keep warm. Without hesitating she put said cloak on and the four girls left the room, faces serious as they followed the flow of people down towards the Great Hall and the rest of the Targaryen party.
Across the hall from Daenerys, Jacaerys and Roslin were getting ready. They had been married while on Dragonstone and he still lost his breath every time he saw her since then. To him there hadn't been a more beautiful bride. Roslin had relaxed about the bedding after Visenya had spoken to her about it and what she could expect. Jace had also offered to wait till she was ready, but Roslin wanted her wedding night to be their wedding night. They had been happily lost in each other ever since.
Now Roslin was dressed in a gown like Daeny's, hair braided back from her face and fur cloak hanging from her shoulders in a fountain of grey wool and black fur. A simple diamond tiara sat on her brow, announcing her as Princess of the realm. As she and Daenerys looked nothing alike, there would be no confusion that she was future Queen of the realm. She was helping her husband into his armor. Visenya had gotten armor made that looked like Rhaegar Targaryen's before his death for all three Targaryen's and while Daeny would only wear hers when riding Drogon, Jacaerys was required to look the part now that he was on Westerosi soil. Roslin thought he looked regal in it as she watched him move around in it to make himself comfortable. She helped him into the cloak Visenya had handed him before they left Dragonstone. It was black with the red three headed dragon stitched onto its back. The final piece she handed him was his crown, the one his father had worn before him at Dragonstone.
He bowed his head so she could place it on him and then drew her into his arms, "Everything is going to be okay Ros," he whispered as she rested her forehead against his chest. She tightened her arms around him, "It's really happening now. We're going to be king and queen," she whispered as she pulled away and reached out to run her fingertips across his face. He grabbed her hand and kissed the palm, "Win or lose, we have to see this through," he said linking their fingers together. Roslin nodded and drew in a deep breath, "As long as I'm with you, I'm ready," she said with a smile.
Jace offered her his arm and when she took it began leading her out of the room. Daeny, Missandei and the handmaidens Irri and Jhiqui joined them heading down to the encampment. They all knew things were about to change forever.
Visenya was in her room, Lillian brushing out her hair to put it up. She knew allying with the North was the right thing to do, but she also knew the rest of the war was going to be bloody. She smiled softly at Sarella who was sitting across from her, dressed in her armor, hair braided back our of her face and two daggers at either hip. The choker she wore glinted from the collar of her breastplate and Visenya couldn't help but think of her other three girls and hoped they were alright.
Visenya's hair finished she rose to her feet and moved to one of her trunks. It took her a few moments before she found what she wanted. Visenya dropped her dressing gown, not caring that Lillian and Sarella were in the room with her and began to pull on her armor. The trousers first, followed by a short white tunic with long sleeves that is tucked into her waist band. The final piece was the breast plat. It was high at the neck, wrapped around her body like a second skin and was also corseted in the back. It wrapped around her lieth form easily as Lillian laced her into her. Arm bracers were tightened onto each arm and the final piece, which Sarella handed her, was her sword, which was sheathed across her back.
Sarella stared as she watched her mother disappear and Queen Regent Visenya take her place with awe in her eyes, "You look amazing naneth," she whispered after she handed over her naneth's sword.
Visenya smiled, "Thank you sweetling. You look just as good," she promised taking her daughters hand and squeezing it with assurance.
Sarella didn't want to admit it, but she was excited to be helping her naneth. If she could pull this off, steal Tywin Lannister and Gregor Clegane from Harrenhal, they would be able to go home to Dorne. When she had first seen the anklet that looked almost identical to the choker at her throat she had been surprised and then she understood that her ada had claimed her naneth as his and the anklet had been a reminder. The alikeness of the anklet and chokers made her understand that her naneth had missed them just as much as they missed her. She regretted that she had been unable to send any letters to her family, but she also knew information such as this, was information best delivered in person.
Lillian handed her Queen a blood red, black fur lined cloak and smiled happily when she pulled it on. Visenya looked like the dragons queens of old. Lillian knew she had made the right choice all those years ago as she watched mother and daughter link arms and begin leaving the room. She nodded to the three dothraki who had been waiting to collect Visenya's stuff before following behind her queen. Lord Manderly and Ser Arthur met them in the entrance hall, both of their eyes widening at the sight of the women. Arthur's heart was in his throat as he tried not to cry when he saw his queen. In that moment she looked like all the legends of Dragon Queens before her.
Lord Manderly bowed his head, "My Queen, safe travels," he said as she stopped in front of him. Visenya smiled and stretched up onto her toes and kissed his cheek, "Thank you for everything Lord Manderly," she said softly as she turned away. Lord Manderly watched her go with a shocked face before it melted into a pleased smile, more pleased than he could say for the respect that had just been paid to him and his family. Visenya was unlike any monarch he had ever met in his life. He looked forward to what she would do in the future.
They exited the keep seeing two carriages and two dozen horses waiting for them. Sarella accepted the simple black fur cloak from Ser Arthur before mounting her horse and watching everyone separate so they could leave. Roslin, Daeny, Missandei, Irri, Jhiqui and Lillian all entered the carriage together, Ser Gerald stood waiting to help his queen in.
But Visenya shook her head, "I will ride," she explained.
He nodded to the woman and then closed the doors leaving the woman watching from the windows. Valyrian circled the courtyard, to large to land and Visenya looked up at him, communicating with her mind what she wanted. The dragon lowered himself down until his giant claw was above Visenya's head, where he hovered as Visenya bowed her head in thanks to Lord Manderly and then nodded to the others to mount up.
Visenya moved towards Valyrian, running her hand over his claw gently, "Are you ready for this Valyrian?" she asked in her mother tongue. The dragons eyes met her and he blink, the feeling of excitement coursing through both of them as she clasped her hand tightly to his claw and held on as with a great whoosh of his wings, they both rose into the air. Everyone watching with awe as the giant dragon rose into the air, with his rider dangling from his claws. Scream erupted when he got a hundred feet into the air and Visenya dropped, free falling through the air for mere seconds before Valyrian appeared under her and Visenya landed on his back, her laughter echoing from the sky and through the courtyard of White Harbor, making many stare in shock.
She spread across his neck, "Sōvegon Valyrīha," she whispered, making the dragons wings beat as they rose into the air and took flight from White Harbor, the wind whipping around them as they raced through the sky, fifteen dragons at their side.
Thirty thousand men below her began moving away from White Harbor, eight thousand to the north and the other twenty-two thousand to the south to fight against the Lannister's and win back the throne. It looked like an army of ants below her and Visenya couldn't stop her smile as she watched them start their march, Jacaerys led the way, four men in white cloaks at his back as they led the procession down the Kingsroad. Visenya soared high above them, the other fifteen dragons forming a V beside her and Valyrian roared his approval and excitement out to the world, the others echoing him and people on the ground all took a step back watching with wide eyes are dragons soared above them and an army passed by them.
Riverrun was a seven ride from White Harbor and Visenya Targaryen was determined that she would be seen by as many people as possible. She wanted the Lannister's to know she was coming for them in Fire and Blood.
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Riverrun
Robb Stark had greeted his friend Theon Greyjoy with open arms when he had arrived with an escort of twenty guards, Ser Gerald Hightower, Lord Commander of the Queensguard and his sister Asha. The Lord Commander had not brought an alliance but instead a request. Visenya Targaryen was requesting permission to enter Westeros through the Northern Port of White Harbor, to travel to Riverrun in order to speak of the alliance in person. Room had granted the man permission, who had instantly mounted a horse with ten guards following and left to meet his Queen when she arrived on Westerosi soil for the first time in sixteen years.
The King in the North instantly hauled Robb into a private chamber, his mother, Talisa, Greatjon Umber, Theon's sister Asha and his members of the Kingsguard following him inside, where he interrogated Theon about what in the seven hells had been going on. Robb was still blown away about the news of the spider warning Theon about something being afoot with the Lannister's. Not to mention Theon had been forced to bend his knee to the Dragon Queen in order to gain aide for the Iron Islands at his sisters request. The alliance between the Targaryen's and the Frey's was a surprise and Robb was forced to call his squire Olyvar into the room, where the boy had sworn up and down, he had been sworn to secrecy by his father and then had explained just how Robb had ended up crossing the Twins without being forced to wed a Frey daughter.
Visenya Targaryen had been moving piece in Westeros since before his father was arrested it seemed. Ned Stark had been named Hand of the King when Roslin Frey was smuggled across the Narrow Sea to Westeros in order to become a Lady-in-waiting to Princess Daenerys. Now said Lady of a minor noble house was the Future Queen of Westeros. Theon was full of stories about his time in Mereen and about the Targaryen's. Visenya was everything that the stories said about her, a legend brought to life, Queen Visenya the First come again.
Jacaerys apparently looked just like Robb's father. He was serious and calm, with a level head but was fierce in battle. According to Theon, he commanded the dothraki army that followed Visenya after she hatched sixteen dragons and was unburnt by fire. Theon said he was just like the North, calm like ice but an icy temper that made many not dare cross him. He was one of the best swordsmen Theon had ever seen and seeing as he was trained by Ser Gerald Hightower, Ser Oswell Whent and Ser Arthur Dayne, men that were legends, it didn't surprise Robb that he was talented. Not to mention Rhaegar Targaryen hadn't been a lazy swordsman.
Princess Daenerys was just as beautiful as every Targaryen before her. Her anger was hot like dragons flame, but she was smart and cunning. The girl hadn't been raised among Westeros nobility but if Theon hadn't known that he never would have known due to the lessons she had taken from the Westerosi ladies now among the Targaryen court. She could handle a dagger but was not like her aunt with swordplay. Everything he had heard made Robb feel impressed and he looked forward to meeting the Targaryen's.
It had been a week since Ser Gerald Hightower's departure and Robb now stood in the courtyard of Riverrun, all the Lords of the North and Riverlands around him, waiting for the Dragon Queens' arrival as the Targaryen's banners had been spotted only an hour away.
His two Uncles stood on either side of them with his mother next to Blackfish and Arianne next to Edmure. The lords of the North and the Riverland's were gathered around them, only the few out in the field were missing and of course Greatjon was nowhere to be seen but after how much ale he had drank the night before Robb wasn't surprised, the man was nervous to meet his niece for the first time. His wife Talisa stood next to him in a dress of Stark grey, her crown on her head and a deer fur cloak on her shoulders. He didn't understand her desire to get all dressed up, but he had gone along with it thinking it might make a good impression on the Dragon Queen.
The sound of hooves and feet on the ground grabbed his attention and he looked towards the entrance. Dark-skinned men, obviously the Unsullied, covered in black leather armor, helmets and cheap fur cloaks entered first, carrying the three headed dragon banners. Four men in white cloaks followed after them and a man dressed in Targaryen armor and a crown of silver and ruby's followed after them with a group of twenty men and one woman surrounding him. Two carriages entered along side another fifty men and silence fell through the courtyard.
Robb could admit he was a little surprised at how many men were in the escort. One of the white cloaks dismounted his horse, Ser Gerald Hightower, and the soldiers who had entered first separated to make an isle and walked towards them as the other three dismounted their horses and headed to the carriages. The Lord Commander walked towards them and stopped five feet away bow his head, "I am Ser Gerald Hightower, Lord Commander of the Queensguard," he presented himself, nodding in greeting to Catelyn who had once been close to his Queen but who he had not seen upon his former residence in Riverrun the week before.
Robb swallowed hard as he straightened his spin and lifted his head, "A pleasure to see you again, Ser Gerald. Who is it that you are escorting?" he asked wondering where the Dragon Queen was.
Ser Gerald turned to the carriage where Ser Oswell was standing waiting to help the ladies out, "Irri and Jhiqui handmaidens of Princess Daenerys," Ser Gerald introduced the first two women who got out of the carriage. "Lady Missandei Scribe of Naath," another women with dark curly hair climbed out to stand to the left of the carriage beside the other white cloaks, "Lady Lillian Hightower, lady-in-waiting to Queen Visenya," a women with brown hair and blue eyes climbed out and stood next to Missandei, "Lady Shireen Baratheon, Lady of Storm's End and Lady Paramount of the Stormlands," a little girl, made many of the older man such in shocked breaths for the resemblance of the little girl to the girl many had chosen to be their Queen so many years before.
The second carriage doors were opened and Robb had to stop his mouth from dropping as one of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen was helped down by a man who could be her twin but bore the colors and Sigil of House Dayne upon his cloak, making him known as Ser Arthur Dayne, a living legend, "Princess Daenerys Stormborn of the House Targaryen, First of Her Name, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, The Silver Princess and Rider of Drogon. It was easy to tell her parentage as she climbed out of the carriage with the traditional Targaryen looks who looked around the courtyard before meeting Robb's eyes and smiling.
Now the man who was dressed in Targaryen armor and colors dismounted and walked to the carriage, "Presenting Her Gace, Princess Roslin of the Houses Targaryen and Frey, First of Her Name, Princess of Dragonstone, The Kind Princess, and Crown Princess of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lady of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the Realm," he announced the last girl who came out. She was a small women dressed in grey and Targaryen red with a tiara on her head. She accepted the man in Targaryen's armor arm, and they moved toward Ser Gerald and Robb, where the knight instantly moved a side so the cousins stood face to face for the first time in their lives.
Theon wasn't joking about how much Jacaerys looked like Robb's father, it made the King in the North's chest ache with longing as their met Robb's for the first time. "His Grace, Crown Prince Jacaerys, of the Houses Targaryen and Stark, Second of His Name, Prince of Dragonstone, The Just Prince, Commander of the Dothraki and Crown Prince of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the Realm," Ser Gerald said before taking a step back as the couple stopped a few feet from Robb. Jacaerys eyes were purple but the face looking back at him was all Stark, he knew then that this was his cousin and everything they had heard about him, was true.
None of it was a lie as some had suspected.
Robb opened his mouth to introduce himself when a loud sound echoed around them, and a shadow covered the courtyard from above. Robb and his men all took startled steps back when they looked up and saw the shadow was really a dragon. A dragon that was circling the courtyard with ease as it slowly came to land right beside the carriages after everyone had moved out of the way. It's bulk was so large that it took up almost all of the courtyard, many people pushed right ti the outer edges in order to make room, and purple eyes glared at everyone before it's head turned to the side and a body came out from behind him.
Every man in the courtyard instantly lost their breaths. Slowly walking towards them was a woman so stunning, many couldn't tear their eyes from her. She had long wavy black hair that was pulled away from her face and held away by a crown of fire, she was dressed in a gown of white and gold with a white fur cloak pulled over her shoulders and Robb could see the riding books as the peeked out from under her dress. Ser Arthur instantly moved to her right shoulder, a hand on the pommel of his sword. The dragon growled lowly and when Visenya and his eyes connected, Robb could almost feel the connection, much like his with Grey Wind. The dragon shot up into the air with a loud roar, hovering above the keep for a few moments before he took off towards the Whispering Wood, the others following.
Ser Gerald stepped forward and cleared his throat, "You are in the presence of Her Grace, Visenya of Houses Targaryen and Umber, Second of Her Name, Princess of Summerhall, The Unburnt, The Great Mother Khaleesi, Queen Regent of the of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Protector of the Realm, Lady Regent of the Seven Kingdoms, Breaker of Chains, Mother of Dragons, Mother of the Sand Snakes, Dāria of the Unsullied and Rider of Valyrian, The King of Dragons," he announced, and everyone dropped to their knees to bow, except for Robb and his wife as fellow monarchs.
Robb did bow his head in greeting, a sign of respect that Queen Visenya returned before she turned to all the others, "Please, rise up," she said gently and many rose to their feet, some with tears in their eyes and others shocked at the sight of the woman before them. Visenya was no longer the young girl she had been but now a woman, one who wore the crown of her ancestors well.
Visenya turned back to face him, and Robb couldn't help but stiffen as she inspected him thoroughly, reminding him heavily of his father and his heavy gaze. "It would seem you got much of your mother in you Robb Stark, but I can see Brandon and Ned in there too. You do your House-proud little king," she murmured, making him blush and preen at the same time. It was the first time Robb had ever been compared to his father or uncle. It pleased him more than he could say that he resembled his father in any way. His father had been Robb's hero after all, he had wanted to be just like him. To know there was a little of him, enough for Visenya to see it and comment on it, made his heart feel three times bigger.
He wasn't even insulted he had been called little King.
She turned to his uncles, the Blackfish received a grin from his Queen, Edmure a nod of greeting and Catelyn had to stop herself from taking a step towards Visenya in longing. However Visenya solved that problem of decorum for her. "Cat!" she exclaimed with delight, a childish grin that reminded the Lady of Winterfell of her youth on her face, stepping forward and sweeping the woman into a tight hug. One thing Visenya had always regretted was not telling her friends goodbye or even that she was alive. So to see Cat, just as beautiful as always, settled with children was a soothing to her soul.
Catelyn squeezed her back tightly, having longed for her comfort since the news came, she was still alive, "Visenya, welcome home. I'm so glad your still alive," she whispered as they pulled away from each other. Visenya looked older now, a women of thirty-four summers but she didn't look her age. Many would say she was aging gracefully. For the first time Cat ever remembered she wore a crown on her head, so stunningly done, it looked liked like she was crowned in flames. Her hair was also much longer than she remembered, it now falling down around her thighs when it used to rest just below her breasts. It was clear the woman had stayed in shape, obvious by the dagger that was still strapped to her hip, even if she wasn't wearing her sword.
The sound of a throat clearing made both woman turn to the side where another blast from the past was waiting. Arianne had stepped forward with tears in her eyes, her bottom lip trembling as she looked at the woman who had watched over her and her cousins as children. Visenya moved towards her arms open, Arianne flung herself into them without hesitation, "Aunt Visenya," she breathed wetly to the surprise of everyone. Visenya even tensed as she wasn't aware that Arianne knew of her history with Oberyn, though it hadn't been kept a secret as her titles included the adoption of the Sand Snakes, Arianne's cousins. But they ignored everyone and Visenya held her tight for a few seconds, thinking of her daughters, before releasing her niece and looking her over with soft eyes.
"You look much like your Aunt Elia," she whispered sadly, thinking of her good sister.
Arianne nodded, "Ada and Uncle both say so all the time," she said before catching sight of a woman moving towards her. She was dressed in a dornish yellow provocative gown with black fur cloak around her shoulders and Arianne took a shocked step towards her, "Sarella!" she exclaimed very surprised to see her cousin with Visenya. Sarella grinned at her cousin as she accepted her hug, "Good morning cousin," she greeted before stepping back beside her naneth. Arianne was speechless as Visenya moved onto greet Edmure, not knowing that Sarella had left her post as Old Towne, making her wonder if her father or Uncle Oberyn knew.
Edmure Tully was a head and a half taller than her with the Tully red hair, blue eyes and a growing red beard, who had been born in 273, ten years after her. They had met a few times after Catelyn became a lady-in-waiting to her, but he was a child then. Now he stood before her as a man, a handsome man at that. Edmure bowed his head, "You grace, a pleasure to see you again," he said as her kissed her hand. Visenya smiled at him, "It's a pleasure to see you too Edmure. You've grown into a fine man," she said looking to her niece who beamed happily at her approval.
"Thank you," Edmure said with a blush on his cheeks.
The sound of footsteps were heard, and all eyes turned to the keep, seeing a man came out. He was a large man, nearly seven feet tall with brown greying hair and a large beard. A huge great sword was strapped across him back and he wore a huge black fur cloak, the sigil of the House Umber was slashed across his chest. It was clear to all he had just crawled out of bed as he hurried over to the other Northern lords, not even looking up to see that the Targaryen party was already present, "Sorry I'm late you grace," he said flustered as he moved to join the other lords.
However, Visenya had frozen the moment she laid eyes on him.
This man was her uncle. The only connection she had to her birth mother, who had had never met nor even remembered. The Kingsguard could only tell her so much as even they barely knew Arrana Umber. This man was her family and as he took his spot in the line up, beside a man that could only be his son with their resemblance, her heart raced.
Robb spoke before anyone else, "Lord Umber," he called, making said man look up and freeze as his eyes caught the indigo ones of the woman standing across from his King. A woman he instantly recognized, for even if she bore the face and eyes of her Targaryen family, the shape of her face was all Umber. The woman in front of him was his niece, the one he had never gotten to meet, the one he had been so nervous to meet the night before. "May I introduce you to your niece, Queen Visenya, her sister Princess Daenerys, her nephew Prince Jacaerys and his wife Roslin of the House Targaryen."
Greatjon took a step forward without thought, "Uncle," Visenya breathed in shock.
Silence fell as everyone watched the reunion with tension, wondering how this introduction would go.
Greatjon Umber, the Lord of Last Hearth and head of House Umber, was afraid he was dreaming and did not want to wake and find out it wasn't real. As his eyes rested on the woman crowned in flames, his legs shook, for he was looking at the mirror image of his little sister Arrana, only with Targaryen purple eyes. He knew she had been born, had been advocating for her since news came, she was crossing the Narrow Sea, but he had never been allowed to see her by Aerys. He had heard of all her exploits though and had beamed in pride when he heard she had been named Princess of Summerhall. He had been one of the first Lords to follow Brandon Stark, to pledge for Visenya to been crowned Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. He had joined Robert's Rebellion with the intention of taking her back north at the end of the fighting, if the rebels won and didn't want a Targaryen on the throne. Now he was looking at her and he didn't see a brave warrior or even a fierce Queen, though she was both those things, he saw a delicate woman of the north in her white and golden dress.
"Visenya," his voice came out hoarse and choked at the sight of his only niece.
She nodded her head before they were suddenly both moving towards each other. They met in the middle between Robb's forces and Visenya's, Arthur still following closely behind. He knew this meeting was her will, but he still felt uneasy in the presence of the people he didn't know. He remembered Greatjon however, because Aerys had forced him and Ser Gerald to escort Arrana Umber's body back to her home and to give news of the babe surviving.
Greatjon locked his arms tight around his niece, feeling how small and delicate she really was, and closed his eyes in relief. Ever since he had found out she was alive; he had been tensed and wanting to go to her. However, she had now come to him, and he was looking forward to making up all the time they had missed between them. This was war. He knew she would be fighting on a higher front than Robb, because she was trying to claim the Iron Throne, not just independence like the North. It would be tough but Greatjon was determined to look after his sisters only child and nothing, would stop him as long as there was still breath left in his body.
Eventually they released each other and Visenya smiled at him, "You look so much like your mother," he whispered stroking her cheek.
She blushed as she clutched his hand to her face, "It's nice to meet you uncle," she whispered back.
Their reunion warmed the hearts of many present.
A roar above them, drew everyone attention from Visenya and Greatjon, all eyes going to the large dragon circling the towers of Riverrun, with fifteen shadows following, making every stare in shock as legends came to life right in front of them. Greatjon looked at his niece who was already staring at him with a smirk on her face, "You're going to shake Westeros to its foundations, aren't you?" he asked rhetorically.
A long-suffering sign came from behind her, making Greatjon meet the eyes of Ser Arthur Dayne, "She's been doing that since she was born," the knight complained, making everyone in the courtyard burst into laughter and ease the tension that had been rolling among them. Robb watched with shock as Visenya stepped forward, Ser Arthur at her back as she greeted every single Northern and Riverland Lord by name and title, exchange pleasantries with those she knew and charmed everyone present.
He felt someone come up beside him and turned to see his cousin, "Don't mind her. She's always been like that," Prince Jacaerys commented dryly.
Robb raised a brow, "Like what?" he asked curiously.
"Charming," Jacaerys said bluntly.
Robb threw his head back and laughed, Jacaerys joining him, "Welcome home cousin," Robb said happily, as everyone watched the two cousins, who had never met before, bond. It said something to all of them that the King in the North and the Riverlands and the Crown Prince of Westeros could get along.
It made them all hope for a better future.