3 Weeks Later
Visenya groaned in annoyance, at another dead raven that landed at her feet, for what felt like the hundredth time that night. With Robb now being King in the North, he didn't have time to read every single letter, allowing for Visenya to filter out the important ones and give them to Robb, and keep the non-important ones. This raven in particular, had a sigil that she hadn't seen in a long time.
The sigil for House Mormont.
Visenya immediately recognized the sigil, as she was familiar with the Mormonts of Bear Island, as one of their main Lords of the house, was running the wall. The only question is why they sent a raven that was heading in the direction of Winterfell. She frowned in confusion, as she began to open the note, and her eyes widened from reading the message.
Ned,
I hope this message finds you well, as I hope Princess Visenya is safe and away from Robert Baratheon in King's Landing. I am writing to you, to explain that His Grace, has sent assassins after, Khaleesi Daenerys Targaryen. While the Princess is in good health, her brother, Prince Viserys, was murdered by Khal Drogo, the Khaleesi's husband. Upon Viserys's death, Visenya has officially become the heir to the Iron Throne, and any children she may have, will be her heirs. My the Gods, Old and New, protect the Princess of Dragonstone. - Jorah Mormont.
Visenya's eyes widened in disbelief. Viserys was dead. She now officially had a claim to the Iron Throne. She had a claim more so than Stannis, Renly, and any other Baratheon that came across the throne.
She had a right to go for it.
It was her birthright.
But she'd never let Robb know that, as it wasn't the right time. She gave Erryk, the other archer, a smile as he was taking over the night watch, while Visenya got sleep. As Visenya initially was headed toward her tent, but instead, she headed toward the dragon pen, to wish Aegonar and Sunspear a good night. Upon approaching, she could see Aegonar wrapped around Sunspear, both in a deep sleep, but as Visenya got closer, Aegonar jumped up, and walked toward the edge on the pen, concerned about Visenya's wellbeing.
Visenya gave the cobalt dragon a smile, and pet it's snout as he nuzzled her.
"Sagon gīda Aegonar, iksan daor ōdrikagon. Skorkydoso iksis ñuha gevie valītsos? (Be calm Aegonar, I am not hurt. How is my beautiful boy?)" Visenya spoke gently to the dragon.
Aegonar, loving the attention from Visenya, nuzzled into her more. Sunspear, who raised her head upon Aegonar walking to Visenya, let out a huff, before laying back down. Visenya rolled her eyes in amusement. Both dragons had such distinct personalities. Aegonar loved to have all of Visenya's attention, whereas Sunspear hated it...but was extremely protective of Visenya. But all in all, Visenya loved each dragon equally.
Visenya gently nudged the dragon away with a smile on her face.
"Jikagon naejot aōha mandia. (Go to your sister.)" She gently commanded, and Aegonar obliged walking back over to Sunspear, and laying down next to her. "Edrū sȳrī, ñuha riñar. (Sleep well, my children)."
Just as Visenya was about to head back into the camp, as the dragons were on the outskirts, she slowly turned her head towards the cell were Jaime was, as she wanted to get information on her brother, and Jorah Mormont. Upon approaching the cell, the guard immediately stood up straighter, and moved out of the way, not knowing if Sunspear was flying above. Once Visenya was in the cell, she turned toward the guard.
"Leave us." She ordered.
The guard nodded before leaving Visenya and Jaime alone. Visenya had an icy stare, that would make a normal person shake with fear, but all Jaime did was smirk.
"You know." He began crossing his arms and leaning back against the cell, with a smirk plastered on his face. "You look lovely tonight. Anger, and the madness of war becomes you beautifully. Your bed must be lonely, and cold. I'm not at my best, but I think I could be of great service to you. Slip out of that gown, and I'll show you if I'm up to it."
Visenya rolled her eyes in frustration before staring him down. Jaime shrugged.
"What?" He asked, noticing her silent judgement. "You haven't spoken to me in almost a moon. Are you going to curse me in Valyrian, for your own absence? Did you miss me that much?"
Visenya raised an eyebrow at him before sighing, she knew he could play this game all evening...they both could, but she didn't have the time for it.
"What do you know about Jorah Mormont?" She asked after a few moments of silence.
Jaime let out a sigh, looking at the ground before looking her in the eyes again.
"Not much." He explained. "I believe he married a woman named Lynesse Hightower, after meeting her at some tourney. Robert exiled him from Westeros, after he began to practice slavery in order to pay for his wife's expensive lifestyle. He took living accommodations somewhere in Essos. He was a spy for Varys for sometime, and released the information to the crown that Daenerys Targaryen, who I assume is your sister, was pregnant. Though at the time, considering he was a traitor to Westeros, we didn't believe a word he said."
"So he's a spy and shouldn't be trusted?" She began.
Jaime shook his head. "I trust him more than Varys sometimes. The man was a mercenary for the Golden Company as well. He did what he could to protect his family...much like myself. Why do you ask me these questions? I don't understand why you of all people would-"
"My brother is dead." She blurted out.
He frowned. "Of course. Rhaegar has been dead for most of your life."
"I'm not talking about Rhaegar." She sternly replied. "I'm speaking of Viserys. I intercepted a raven from Jorah Mormont saying that my brother was dead, and he is with my sister in Essos."
"Where?" He asked.
Her eyes narrowed. "Like I'd tell you."
"I have no problem with your sister, Visenya." He explained. "I'm not a Baratheon."
"Yet you are the man who murdered my father." She retorted.
"And you know why I did it." He calmly countered. "If I hadn't, we wouldn't be having this conversation."
She sighed knowing he was right, though she'd never admit it. Visenya then turned around on her heel and began to walk away before his voice stopped her.
"Visenya." He called.
She turned her head around and looked at him expectantly.
"What?"
He gave her a small smile. "Sleep well."
"Is that a threat?" She challenged.
"If I wanted to get anger out of you, I would've said something far worse."
She gave him a small smile. That was one thing about him. He always told the truth...at least to her. If he wanted to make her angry, he would've said it already.
She nodded. "Goodnight."
She nodded to the guards as she began to head to her tent to finally sleep, but just as she was about to enter, Catelyn stopped her in her tracks.
"Visenya?" She asked with concern. "It is late in the evening, why are you awake?"
Visenya sighed. "I...couldn't sleep."
Catelyn nodded. "Get as much sleep as you can, we ride at first light for the Stormlands."
She frowned. "Why?"
"We are to negotiate with Renly Baratheon. Robb has an army of 100,000, and he wants him allied with the North's cause." Catelyn sighed.
Visenya shook her head. "Robb wants me, of all people in this camp, to accompany you, to speak with a Baratheon...is he asking for a kill assignment, as I will murder Renly in a moment. The boy deserves to die."
"I know Visenya." Catelyn began. "I understand your hesitations, but in order to get the girls back, we need his army. Perhaps we can ally him with Stannis...they both consider themselves king."
"King?" She asked in disbelief with a small laugh. "They're coming out of every inch of this kingdom now."
Catelyn nodded. "Indeed."
"Why isn't Robb coming?" Visenya began. "Or Theon, at least?"
"Theon is returning to the Iron Islands." Catelyn began, and Visenya immediately noticed her hesistance. "To try and ally his father with Robb's cause. I don't trust the Greyjoy's, but we must take our chances. We need his fleet in order to sack King's Landing."
Visenya nodded. "Shall I bring a dragon tomorrow?"
Catelyn pondered for a moment before shaking her head in disapproval.
"No, keep your identity hidden. Valaria Tully, that is the name we will use." She instructed. "Now get sleep, we need it for the treacherous ride."
Visenya nodded. "Goodnight, Lady Stark."
As she finally entered her tent, she glanced over to Maegor, who in return groaned in exhaustion as he laid his eyes upon her. And in that moment, Visenya knew that this meeting of the Baratheon's and Starks could go either really well...or really poor in a matter of moments.
A/N
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