The next evening as Visenya sat in her tent, she looked over herself in the small mirror she had. She embodied the Targaryen name. She was fierce, cold at some points, arrogant, brave, kind...but even with all of these traits...she didn't look the part. In recent times, especially since getting two dragons of her own, she missed her white/grey-blonde hair, as while it reminded her of who she once was, it also reminded her of her mother, as it was one of the only physical similarities she had with her.
She glanced at Maegor, who was sleeping soundly on her cot, and smiled, before she called in Catelyn's handmaidens to draw her a bath, and bring her a bottle of remover. While the handmaidens questioned as to why the Targaryen Princess wanted a bottle of dye remover, they still brought it to her. Once her bath was drawn, she got to work.
She spent all night removing the auburn dye that had been in her hair for seventeen years, since she was three, and while she tried her best to get all of the blonde out, she had gotten a large amount out...but her hair now had a darker tint...but was still blonde.
'Better than looking like a Stark.' She thought to herself.
She brushed through her blonde hair, before pulling it into a bun. Just as she was about to put on her nightclothes, she heard screams and the remaining bannermen, that had not accompanied Robb to the Crag, were rushing toward something. Visenya frowned in confusion, before putting on an emerald cloak, over her clothes, putting the hood up to conceal her new blonde hair.
Upon walking out of her tent, she saw Catelyn, Brienne, and Jacks.
"Princess Visenya." Jacks explained. "Thank the Gods you are alright."
Visenya frowned. "What's wrong?"
"They caught the Kingslayer...he killed Alton Lannister." Jacks explained making Visenya's eyes widen in disbelief.
In that moment the four of them went toward the edge of the camp, in unsure at what they were to find, as they were not prepared for Jaime to be dead. They needed him alive in order to get Sansa and Arya back. Visenya gestured for Maegor to follow her, and willingly, the direwolf was directly at Visenya's side as she walked with the rest of the group.
Just as they arrived, Visenya frowned in disbelief upon looking at Rickard Karstark with his sword drawn, and Jaime on his knees on the ground, ready to accept his death.
"Stop!" Visenya commanded walking in front of Catelyn and Brienne and into the center of the crowd. "What are you doing?"
"Executing this prisoner!" Karstark began. "I am doing what our useless and weak King could not!"
"And if you kill Jaime Lannister, you are committing treason against The King in the North!" Visenya exclaimed.
"I will not negotiate the terms of this prisoner with a cloak wearing woman!" Karstark exclaimed getting some cheers from the crowd.
Visenya immediately pulled the hood of her cloak down, revealing her face and blonde hair. That's when the entire crowd fell silent as they gazed upon the Princess.
"Lord Karstark, this man is our prisoner." Visenya explained calmly.
"This monster killed my son." He retorted.
"And crippled mine." Catelyn interjected, not wanting Visenya to dig herself into an even deeper hole. "He will answer fro his crimes, I promise you, but not here."
"I will have his head." Karstark demanded. "And if you, or The Queen of the Dragons try and stop me..."
"You'll what?" Visenya taunted with a small smirk. "Strike Lady Stark down? Try and place my head on a spike? I could have you burned to ash by my dragons, if I utter a single word."
"Watch your tongue. You are no Northerner!" Karstark snapped. "You are no Stark! You have no right to speak to me this way!"
"She is just as much a Northerner as I am!" Catelyn responded stepping forward to be next to Visenya. "Have you forgotten me, ser? I am the widow of your liege, Lord Eddard Stark. I am the mother of your king!"
"And where is our king now?"
"You know very well." Visenya began.
"He has gone to the Crag to accept the surrender." Karstark began. "Aye, gone to the Crag, but not to negotiate. He brought that foreign bitch with him...when he already had a foreign bitch already here! Too busy with her dragons, to give the King attention."
"How dare you!" Catelyn exclaimed in disbelierf.
Visenya's eyes widened, in disbelief. Maegor, who was standing loyally by Visenya, immediately started to growl at Lord Karstark, and in response, the older man started to back away from Visenya.
"Call off your wolf, you foreign bitch!" Karstark began.
Visenya smirked. "Jaelā Īaime Lānistor's bartos, se ñuha zokla jaelagon's aōhon. (You want Jaime Lannister's head, and my wolf want's yours.)"
"Speak the common tongue!" Karstark demanded. "You have no right telling me what is right and wrong. You are just as mad as the Mad King! Fitting, considering he's your father!"
Brienne in that moment drew her sword. "Threatening either of my ladies is an act of treason."
"Treason?" Karstark asked in disbelief. "How can it be treason to kill Lannisters?"
"I understand your grief, my lord, better than most, I understand it." Catelyn explained, annoyed of Lord Karstark's comments toward Visenya. "But in the name of my son, the King in the North, stand down."
Karstark sighed. "When your son returns, I will demand this murderer's head."
"You may try." Visenya began. "But you will have to answer to my dragons."
"Wise men do not make demands of kings." Catelyn agreed, giving Visenya a nod, before turning back to Karstark.
"Fathers who love their sons do." Karstark replied, glaring at Visenya. "I will have his head"
He then walked away from the crowd, and most of the crowd dispersed into their own ways. Visenya sighed in annoyance as she glanced to Catelyn.
"Threatening him, will only make matters worse." Catelyn explained. "And why did you change your hair, it is for your protection?"
"I changed it this past evening, and with two dragons and a direwolf, I have plenty of protection." She explained. "And threatening him, is the only way I could get my point across."
"Princess, every interaction we have, you never cease to impress me." Jaime began looking up to see the now blonde Visenya. "I thank you and Lady Stark for fighting on my behalf. I would have come to your defense, but-"
"Take him to the stockades." Catelyn ordered to the guards, and Visenya nodded in agreement. "Bind him with every chain you can find!"
As the guards came to get him, he immediately locked eyes with Visenya, who stared right back at him.
"It is true what they say of you Targaryens." He began with a smirk. "The blood of the dragon does run through your veins."
"And gag him!" Visenya commanded to the guards, before walking away with Brienne and Catelyn.
Later, Catelyn, Brienne, Visenya, and Maegor were all in the command tent. Visenya was staring deeply at the board, before she picked up one of the pieces on the board, playing with it in her fingers.
"Robb returns on the morrow." Catelyn explained. "If we can persuade Lord Karstark to..."
"It won't work." Visenya murmured before placing the piece back on the board and turning towards Catelyn. "He's already made up his mind, and forgive me, but he doesn't seem the type to take our opinions into consideration."
Catelyn nodded. "It is unfortunate, but true."
"So what do we do?" Brienne asked. "Kill him ourselves?"
Visenya shook her head. "If we send him to King's Landing dead, Sansa and Arya will never return home."
"You have been speaking to him?" Catelyn asked. "Why do you speak with him?"
"He has answers to my questions." She replied cooly. "He told me how my father died."
"How he killed him?" Brienne asked.
"No...the true reason behind why he killed him." She replied, holding back tears.
"Lord Stark returns at dawn, my Lady?" Brienne asked.
"So they say." Catelyn sighed.
"The Kingslayer won't last the night. The more they drink, the angrier they'll get. And when the Karstarks draw their swords, who want's to die defending a Kingslayer?" Brienne explained.
Visenya placed her hands on the table, looked down and sighed. They all didn't know what to do. They were all frustrated.
Catelyn abruptly stood up. "I have an idea. Both of you, follow me."
Jaime looked up at the sound of footsteps, and surprisingly, instead of Visenya, he was met with Catelyn and Brienne.
"I need to be alone with him." Catelyn explained.
"My lady, our orders-" The guard began.
"Your orders, which I just gave you, are to leave me alone with him." She demanded, as the guard walked away allowing for Brienne and Catelyn to enter.
"Come to say goodbye. Lady Stark?" Jaime asked. "I'll admit, I wanted it to be Visenya, but you'll do. I believe it's my last night in this world. Is that a woman?"
"Do you hear them out there?" Catelyn asked. "They want your head."
"Old Lord Karstark doesn't seem to like me." He admitted.
"You strangled his son with your chains."
He watched her intently. "Oh. Oh. Was he the one on guard duty? He was in my way. Any knight would have done the same."
"You are no knight." She explained. "You have forsaken every vow you ever took."
"So many vows. They make you swear and swear. Defend the king, obey the king, obey your father, protect the innocent, defend the weak. But what if your father despises the king? What if the king massacres the innocent? It's too much. No matter what you do, you're forsaking one vow or another." He scoffed before gesturing to Brienne. "Where did you find this beast?"
Catelyn answered before Brienne could respond. "She is a truer knight than you will ever be, Kingslayer."
"Kingslayer." Jaime sneered. "What a king he was. Here's to Aerys Targaryen, the Second of His Name, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the Realm, father to the most exquisitely beautiful woman I have ever come across, and to the sword I shoved in his back."
"You are a man without honor." Catelyn glared.
"Do you know, I've never been with any woman but Cersei. So in my own way, I have more honor than poor old dead Ned. What was the name of that bastard he fathered?" He asked keeping his focus on Catelyn.
"Brienne." Catelyn replied.
"No, that wasn't it." He immediately replied. "Snow, a bastard from the North. Now, when When good old Ned came home with some whore's baby, did you pretend to love it? No. You're not very good at pretending. You're an honest woman. You hated that boy, didn't you? How could you not hate him? The walking, talking reminder that the honorable Lord Eddard Stark fucked another woman."
Catelyn ignored him and turned to Brienne. "Your sword."
Jaime immediately closed his eyes, believing that this was the end. But instead of pain, he felt relief, as Catelyn cut off his chains. His eyes widened.
"What are you-" He began but a dark bag was placed over his head.
"You will not speak unless spoken to." Brienne explained grabbing the man and pulling him out of the cell.
Brienne placed him upon a horse, and she herself mounted. Once they were on their horses, Catelyn turned toward Visneya who was instructing her dragons on how to fly, but stay close to her.
"Sōvegon va nyke, rȳbagon naejot ñuha udrāzma. (Fly near me, obey my commands.)" She instructed both of her dragons, who both roared in response, before taking to the skys, and circling overhead. Once she saw them to the skies, she turned towards Catelyn.
"I will see it that he is returned, and I will take Sansa and Arya back with me to Winterfell." She explained to Catelyn.
Catelyn nodded. "Will you be alright?"
She nodded. "I have a knight, two dragons, and a direwolf. I will be more than alright."
Catelyn nodded again, before engulfing Visenya in a hug. She held onto her closely, and didn't want to let her go, as she saw her like a daughter, but knew, if she didn't she'd never get the girls back. Once she released her from the hug, she pulled back and kissed her forehead.
"Be careful, Visenya." She warned.
Visenya nodded. "I promise, Lady Stark. You've been the mother I never had, I will be honored, to bring my sisters back home."
Catelyn tearfully nodded and smiled before gesturing for Visenya to mount Rhaenys. Once Visenya was on Rhaenys, she gestured to Brienne to start riding, before whistling for Maegor to follow her. Catelyn watched as the dragons flew over head, following the girl many northerners had come to know as The Queen of the Dragons.
A/N
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