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Prologue

A young noble girl is staring at the window of her chambers. Watching her daughters laughing and playing innocently like there is no bad news that can be brought or destroy their happiness. How nice it is to be ignorant and free of any trouble?

Their nursemaids are watching and by there are her husband guards are on a lookout and protecting them from any harm.

Footsteps are being heard and opened her door. The steps gotten closer behind her and wrapped her in the hug.

She smile, but her heart is breaking.

'How did it come to this?'

She thought to herself.

She is her father's daughter and not afraid to do what are needs to be done.

Her name is Henrietta Stark nee' Whent.

No words had spoken, but she felt her strength coming from her husband. Their Archmaester, Marwyn the Mage is standing before them waiting for the final decisions that have to come.

The warrant death signed by other Riverlands Lords and even Eddard Stark had signed it. All it needs is her signature to fill in the deed as the rightful ruler of Harrenhal.

"My lady, my lord…" Marwyn asked them.

She untangled herself from her husband hug and pointed the warrant on the table.

"There is her death warrant, and all it requires is my signature, Archmaester Marwyn."

Both her husband and Marywn stood still and gulping silently. It was a tense atmosphere.

"Suffer or strike, is that not the message sent by the Lords of Riverlands and the North?" She turned and looked out in the window again.

Her comment brought back the attention from both men. "Even the masters of whispers had betrayed the trust of Riverlands."

Luckily for them, the King Robert had prevented a civil war that could have destroyed her family and taken Harrenhal from them. However, the trust of Lord Varys is on thin ice. Rumor has it they are keeping watch on him more if he dared sing false words.

"Her son suggests I grant him the succession to take away the sting of killing the woman who bore him. Now there is a son who loves his mother, eh?"

The men and she are disgusted, but bare no blame on the son because she left him behind and never fight back to keep him. Now he is raised by his regent uncle and wants to get rid of the mother who never saw him not once.

As she explains more and walked to the table where the warrant is place; her hands is place on each side of the warrant paper.

"This is a person of noble blood. This is Lord Hoster Tully's sister blood. Do you understand what that means, Jon Stark and Archmaester Marwyn?"

Standing before her is Jon Stark the former baseborn and legitimized of Eddard Stark and unknown woman during the Robert Baratheon's rebellion. She is glad that the Gods blessed her of marrying him.

Archmaester Marwyn is excellent choice in opened minds to expand more.

"This is our cousin." She is frustrated at this situation and many called for her cousin's death and already she heard of her cousin's reputation the whore of Rivers.

"What a pretty thing the family is. How it breeds love and tenderness in child." She took a heavenly breathing until her husband Jon gently forced her down on a chair. She is three months pregnant and prays for a boy to be born. Not that she doesn't love her daughters; it's these dire situations that make her people in Harrenhal to ask for a boy so that no one will challenge the succession.

"How it trains us in sweetness and honesty and affection." She signs at herself and continue to look at her cousin's warrant paper. She knew the cruel truth behind these songs of brave and honorable knights, but she remembers the Blackfish told her that sometimes the world doesn't need another hero. Sometimes we had to be monsters.

To do or to die.

Her hand automatically grabs her quill and signed her name in it. There are no other choices. She did give her cousin three chances, but she blew them all. Was it worth? That she chose her heart over her duty to her people.

"There, easily done."

She lean back on her chair as Jon crouch himself down and take hold of her hand. Her eyes looked at his dark brown eyes that held so much concern and sadness for her.

"She is to be beheaded at Riverrun. She does carry the blood of Tully and was born there. So, it makes sense to see her home again. This is the last I wish to hear it. As to the manner of her death, she is to be accorded the privileges of noble blood. I do not wish to hear it. But someone is to give me the account of it when it is done."

She folded it and gave it to the Archmaester.

Archmaester nodded his head and turned to give it to the guard from house of Tully.

"Wait!"

Marwyn turned looked concern, but wonder what is holding her back.

"Do not give that to the council of Kingslanding until I say so. As for now, it is as if I have never signed it, do you understand?"

"I…" Marwyn was about to say, but he was cut off.

"Now leave me!" She turned her head away from the Archmaester as she tries to bleak away her tears. This was close enough to be considering a kinslayer. She has no choice. Jon held her as she silently weeps for what it is to be done.

Archmaester Marwyn bow to her and silently left.

In Kingslanding

The page boy from House of Tully had delivered a death warrant all of the Riverlands including Eddard Stark had signed along with hers.

King Robert is in the council and looked down at it grimly. He already can tell that the lady of Harrenhal wanted to peace, but her cousin had pushed her too far this.

He doesn't blame her. Nor her husband or his old friend Ned for wanting her death that nearly has torn their homes into a civil war.

The least he could to as King is actually done it right this time.

"Why should Lord Tully ask a man with no great experience to bring this document to her signature? Jon Arryn had question. "And then…"

Lord Stannis said, "He was chosen deliberately by Lady Stark for Lord Tully, your grace."

Lord Baelish smirked, "She wants that woman dead, but she cannot bear to give her permission to Lord Tully on the order."

Barristan the Bold comment, "This was her way. Sideways, sideways, and more sideways."

Lord Stannis answered, "Ser Barristan is right. We must pull our hand to order this execution or else I tell you my lords we all will hang."

They all murmurs and mumbled. Oddly, enough king Robert taken the quill and signed the signature. No words out of him.

"Let it be done."

Robert had order the council and gotten up and left. Second person to sign was Lord Stannis then Lord Varys, Lord Renly, Lord Baelish, Grandmaster Pycelle.

And finally Jon Arryn.

Jon Arryn asked, "Now who will go to Riverrun and witness the execution and tell her ladyship of Harrenhal that the deed is done?"

"I will do it. I owe her a debt for my daughter's life, Shireen. It's the least I could do for her." Jon Arryn nodded in acceptance.

Lord Stannis bowed and quickly left for Riverrun.

In Riverrun

Nearly; all the members from noble houses of Riverlands and some Northern Lords including Lord Stark and his household.

They are here to witness to the death of Lady Jane Spicer. She looks like a perfect mixed of Tully and Whent, tall, beautiful, her high cheekbones and beautiful red hair.

The bells had rung in the tower.

*BING BONG* BING BONG*

Lady Jane went up to the platform and an executioner kneels before her. You can hear harsh whispers and sneering at her.

"Pardon me, my lady."

Jane asked of him, "I hope that you shall bring an end to all my troubles." The executioner undid her cloak and her colors revealed her dress.

People gasp loudly and whispers are speaking louder.

She has the nerve to bear the house of Tully's colors and a wrapped around shawl onto her waist the Whent colors.

"HOW DARE YOU!" one of lady members of Blackwood shouted at Lady Jane. And many of them had agreed with her and a shouting battle begins.

"Oh, the colors of both Tully's and Whent. And now she is claiming herself as a martyr." Lord Stannis told Ser Davos. Ser Davos looked around and many people are not pleased by this.

Brynden Tully, the Blackfish shouted in a commanding tone, "SILENCE!" The shouting had ended. It has gotten quiet.

Septon came and said his scriptures from the Seven gods.

"I shed my blood for the blood of first men and Riverlands!" Lady Jane went forward on the cutting board. The executioner raised his ax and aimed down her neck.

But no one had expected this.

The axe came down, but landed on the back of her head rather than her neck. A second blow cut into her neck but a third was required to sever the head completely. (This came from the style of Mary Queen of Scots beheading. .scot/2017/02/bloody-death-mary-queen-scots/)

Everyone was surprised and horrified.

"Gods bless these lands!"

Everyone had repeated and echo Gods bless these lands.

Lord Stannis was disgusted and amazed that lady Jane had surprised them yet again.

"How can I ever tell her this?" Lord Stannis questioned himself to Ser Davos.

"How can I tell her and keep her favor?"

Everything had faded as view went straight up to the sunny sky and back down to earth.

Years earlier, before the execution of Lady Jane Spicer and the beginning the Game of thrones.

Lord Walter Whent was not a happy man. No, he used to be a happy man, but all that had change because he has no heirs or children left in this world.

He wonder if the Sevens gods had forsaken him to favor others. He lived in a cold castle of Harrenhal and a colder wife. She never smiled like she used to, but then again if the gods could blessed them with a child it might sooth her broken heart.

All he wanted was a child to live and give them more children so that their bloodlines won't disappear forever.

His prayer was unknowingly answered.

He heard a song from the side of the road. Lord Whent enters the Godswoods and saw a beautiful maiden that is wearing a veil.

The is snow in her part of the forest and song her song with such sadness and love.

When the leaves fall from the trees,

I know that you must go.

So, while you are away my love.

I'll cover the earth with snow.

The wind will blow with the icy breath.

Each day while we're apart.

But, thought of Spring and of your return,

Is safe inside my heart.

Persephone, Persephone, I'll know that you will return to me, Persephone, Persephone, my love...Persephone, Persephone, I'll know that you will return to me,

Persephone, Persephone, my love.

...

I´ll rule alone over the dead

here deep under the ground

And wait for your return my love

to the place where you are bound

For all eternity my sweet

I´ll wait six months for you

For I know well that my real wish

shall never once come true

Persephone, Persephone, I'll know you will return to me, Persephone, Persephone, my love...Persephone, Persephone, I'll know you will return to me,

Persephone, Persephone, my love.

I bring the the spring, the summer heat,

green trees and the blue skies

but down below my true love

and darkest kingdom lie

between my maker and my love

I´ll be forever torn

At no place long I can remain

or everyone´s forlorn

Persephone, Persephone, I'll know you will return to me, Persephone, Persephone, my love...Persephone, Persephone, I'll know you will return to me,

Persephone, Persephone, my love.

Lord Whent has paused for a moment and voice called out to him.

"I am Demeter. And you are Lord Walter Whent."

She revealed herself in all her glory as a goddess yes this man will do just fine. After all, by order of Zeus the prophecy must be fulfilled. Lord Whent gasps in shocked and kneeled before the goddess.

He mumbled, "Have mercy. Have mercy upon me."

"Arise, Lord Whent." Demeter commanded him.

Lord Whent have did as her commandent.

"You will have a daughter born upon you."

Lord Whent rebuked, "No, impossible. I am an old man and my wife cannot bear any children."

"Did you forget that I, Demeter am also, a goddess of the grain, agriculture, harvest, growth, and nourishment, who presided over grains and the fertility of the lands?"

Demeter continued, "All things are not possible from the works of the gods? The Godswoods whom the people called them their Old Gods are my children. Worship them and they will remain faithful to you and your wife and give you peace after your death."

Lord Whent bowed in submit. Who was he to question this being?

"It is I will bear you this child."

Lord Whent looked at her surprised and shocked.

"With heavens blessings, this child will break the curse of Harrenhal once it's born and enter your home."

Lord Whent had done as told he was not a young man, but that night made him feel young again. Demeter had lain with him that night.

The next morning she had left, but the Godswoods was bountiful full of fresh green and trees even flowers had blood.

Lord Whent figured that it was nothing, but a dream. Yet his heart had told him to believe in her words.

A daughter. A daughter of his own.

A year later….

Harrenhal become most fertile land and now his townspeople began to convert themselves to the Old Gods. He wondered that perhaps this Demeter had done this to prepare his daughter to be born.

"My Lord, Lady Shelia has called you in the halls."

Lord Whent heart leaped in joy. He wasted no time in running into the halls. He busted through the door and saw his lady wife, Shelia standing there as she cooed at a baby in her arms. A old crone is there and she looked oddly suspicions calm about this.

"Walter, there is this woman had brought this baby to us and she said that she's yours." Sheila said in amusement and accusation at him. Walter doesn't care for he had missed her warmth in a long time.

The old crone said, "My Lady Demeter had commanded that this daughter is yours. I must say that it has been my greatest honor to see that your daughter is home."

Walter's daughter had been presented to him. He looked into her eyes and saw her hair that his mother used to have a soft blond yellow hair and her eyes sea green with hint of blue in them. She has his nose and cheek bones.

"I have a daughter." Praise her mother and praise for the Old Gods.

Shelia looked at his daughter with such soften and smiled happily at his daughter. She always did doted children a lot more than he could remember.

"Would you like to hold her?" Walter asked his wife a she sobered a bit and nodded happily. Shelia cooed at the baby girl.

"What's her name?" Shelia asked.

"Her name is Henrietta."

Shelia nodded, "A name that means Ruler of Home. Hopefully, with a name like that this curse will be broken."

"The Curse is broken. Harrenhal shall be ruled through her and her children to her children's children."

The whispers that both Walter and Shelia had heard send shivers down into their bones. They are not the only one, those who listen not with their ears, but with their heart.

Harrenhal curse is broken.

Now that Henrietta is here to stay.

So, what you think? I had been inspired by another story called, "The Mage Lord of Harrenhal" By: jfrost22792.

Hope you like it! Give me Reviews and pm me. This a Jon Snow/OC Story. Enjoy!

The beginning was inspired by the scene in youtube of Mary queen of scots execution scene. Look up watch?v=-y89YZk65qA.

Song from [LauryUchiha] Persephone - Originally by Jo Neale Chords

Stefanie von Pfetten will play as Demeter goddess of agriculture, grain, and the harvest and mother of Henrietta Whent.

Henrietta meaning Ruler of Home. The feminine name of Henry.

Henrietta Whent looks like 2095d47e0fd9e14a5ee8b5484ed1329e-female-character-inspiration-fantasy-inspiration