Going to answer some questions:
01Katie/OutaTime91: Visenya is civil and diplomatic. She will not burn someone just because they disagree with her ideals or that of the Stark's ideals. In order for her to truly burn someone alive, it has to be during a fight, or she has to have the urge to burn them. Lord Glover will turn around and end up siding with Visenya, Jon, and the rest of them, but she will not win favor of other houses by creating fear and just burning everyone. Plus they will continue to expect her using her dragons, thus loosing the element of surprise, and trying to take down her and her dragons, but using Scorpions and other weapons. If she doesn't use her dragons all the time during negotiations, they won't know what to expect of her...plus she can surprise them if she does end up using them. So in other words, Visenya not using her dragons for violence all the time, is done on purpose, and it shows her civil and humane side when comparing her to Daenerys. Fill free to pm me if you have any other questions regarding Visenya's diplomacy and battle strategy.
During all of her years in the North, Visenya had never been to Ironwrath. Even when she helped Mira and her family take down the Whitehill's, she had never ventured to Ironwrath. Here she was, now standing in a large room, and seated in front of her was Mira's brother Rodrik, and two of his closest associates...she felt like the entire scenario was so similar to the one she encountered when she was in the presence of Lyanna Mormont on Bear Island.
"Lord Forrester, it is wonderful to see you again." Visenya began warmly.
Rodrik gave her a nod. "Princess Visenya, I welcome you to Ironwrath...though based upon your sudden and unexpected arrival I assume it is not under pleasant circumstances."
Visenya let out a sigh before giving him a nod. "Indeed, and I apologize for such hesitance, but your sister informed me that it would be alright."
Rodrik turned his glance to Mira. "Is this true?"
Mira nodded. "It is urgent. There is a war coming...one that is more concerning than any other quarrel that our family once held with the Whitehills."
Rodrik frowned and began to speak quietly to one of his commanders, and immediately, Visenya's mind flashed to Lyanna Mormont.
The only difference was that Rodrik was more considerate towards Visenya for all she had done for their family.
"There is an army, coming from beyond the wall." Visenya began.
"The Wildlings?" Rodrik's commander asked.
She shook her head. "Sometimes I wish it were the Wildlings, but unfortunately, no. According to Jon Snow, the White Walkers have returned...and there are close to millions of them heading this way."
"The White Walkers aren't real...they're just a legend." Rodrik brushed off.
"They're real." Mira firmly began, making her brother's head snap to her. "And they are coming to the North. If they win, Westeros will cease to exist...it will be plagued with the dead...and life as we know it will become extinct, with no traces of it."
"What are you asking?"
"We need your support." Visenya confirmed. "I will not see the North being destroyed...it has been my home for most of my life...but in order to protect the North and Westeros from an invasion...Winterfell must be retaken."
"You wish to over-through the Boltons?"
Visenya nodded. "We believe with the Stark's and our allies, we will easily over-through Ramsay Bolton and his army."
"What allies?" Rodrik's commander asked.
"House Mormont, House Tully, and many other northern houses." Mira stated with a slight frown, not giving away that the Wildlings would also be working to retake Winterfell.
"The Stark's also have full usage of my dragons as well." Visenya began. "I don't use them for violence often, as I tend to be more diplomatic, however, in times like these, using my dragons would be the most useful."
Rodrik leaned toward his commander, and once again the two engaged in a quiet conversation, making Visenya glance to Mira, as they were the two negotiating with Mira's brother. Both prayed to ever single God their was in that moment, with the hopes of Rodrik siding with the Stark's, to help re-take Winterfell, and eventually fight the White Walkers. The two of them held their breaths, as Rodrik turned back to look at them.
He gave them a nod. "With an army of 50, House Forrester, would be honored to fight for Westeros."
Visenya smiled and glanced to Mira who also smiled in happiness. Another house pledged towards the right side of the Great War coming their way. Rodrik then stood up.
"You both have traveled far to get here, please be my guests for supper, I'm sure my sister has told you about our feasts here in Ironwrath?" Rodrik asked Visenya.
Visenya nodded. "We would be honored to dine with you."
Many hours later, Visenya and Mira, now joined by Jaime and Bronn, all dined in Ironwrath's great hall, with the remains of House Forrester, their bannermen, and some of their closest associates.
"This is all that's left of Mira's house?" Jaime asked in disbelief as he looked around the room.
Visenya sighed, taking a sip of her wine, before nodding. "It's a terrible thing."
"They were Robb's bannermen?" He asked.
"Most of the North was part of Robb's army." She sighed, turning to look him in the eyes. "Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if he was alive...if he wasn't betrayed."
"He probably would've taken King's Landing." He sighed before taking a sip of his wine. "Probably would've ruled Westeros."
"The funny thing was that he never wanted to rule Westeros." Visenya mused. "All he wanted was for the North to remain independent, and for Sansa and Arya to be returned..."
"And?" Jaime asked with caution after a period of silence.
Visenya closed her eyes in frustration, before opening them again, eyes watering due to the thought of what she was about to say. "And for Ned to return home."
"No matter who tried to intervene...if Joffrey was still King, and Ned was still alive, he would've tortured him to the point that it killed him." He said interlacing his left hand with her right.
"Perhaps." She sighed, frowning in confusion as she watched Bronn stumble over to the two of them, groaning as he sat down on the other side of Jaime.
"You did not tell me how strong the Northern Ale was." He admitted, slouching down in his chair.
"I haven't tasted Northern Ale in years." Jaime admitted. "And neither has Senya."
"Truthfully, I never noticed it." She explained. "I guess it's because I drank it all the time as a child."
Bronn let out a groan, making Jaime roll his eyes, and Visenya hold in her laugh. A smirk appeared on Visenya's face as she noticed two handmaidens...responsible for filling the ale and wine on the tables looking their way.
"You better perk up." Visenya began. "Two handmaidens are looking your way."
"They're not looking at me." Bronn groaned. "Their looking at your one-handed attack dog."
"They're not my type." Jaime sighed in annoyance.
"Is it their lack of dragons, and the fact they aren't blonde enough?" Bronn taunted back, now sitting up.
Mira, who was across the room, speaking to Rodrik's wife, noticed the exchange between Bronn and Jaime, walked over to the three of them with annoyance and confusion present on her face.
"I could hear your banter from across the room." She began looking at the two men. "I heard enough of it on the way to the wall."
"Oh shut up." Bronn began. "I'm tired of hearing your complaints."
"He is annoyed that he has caught the eye of two handmaidens." Visenya explained, gesturing to the two women, speaking to each other, on the other side of the room.
Mira started to stifle a laugh. "Don't tell me he's nervous to speak to them."
Bronn immediately stood up from his seat. "I am not!"
"Prove it." Jaime challenged, and almost immediately, Bronn walked over to the two women, with his head held high.
"Sometimes, I pray to the gods, for him to shut up." Mira admitted before she walked back to her spot near Rodrik's wife.
As soon as Mira left, Visenya's smile faded, and look of worry became heavily present on her face. For the first time in her life, she felt something she hadn't felt since she was a child.
Fear.
Fear of loosing everything.
Fear for the impending war.
Fear for loosing Winterfell.
Fear for loosing everyone she loves.
"What's wrong?" Jaime asked with concern, noticing her silence, and the fearful, longing look in her eyes.
"I'm afraid." She admitted.
"Of what?"
She sighed. "I'm afraid that is entire situation will go poorly. That Rickon won't survive, that we'll loose Winterfell and Sansa...that Jon will die. Everyone I love will die before me."
"It won't happen." He began.
She shook her head. "How can you be so certain?"
He sighed. "I can't...and you and I both know I wish I could be."
"I keep having this recurring dream, of everyone dying before me...as if it is all my fault." She sighed. "All I want is for this impending war to be over, for Winterfell to return to the Starks, and for everyone I love and care about to survive."
"I'm afraid as well." He admitted after a few moments of silence. "Of the same things you are...except I have a recurring dream of loosing you."
She let out a small sigh, turning back to the feast occuring around them. Bronn had disappeared, confirming Visenya's suspicions that the two women did in fact want to bed him, Mira was talking to her younger siblings and Rodrik's wife, and Rodrik was actively engaging with his bannermen.
"I guess I'm becoming reminded of what war does to families." She explained. "My entire House was almost annihilated, and I am one of the few individuals left in this world who carry the Targaryen name. I fear that the Starks are soon going to become like the Targaryens...I've lost almost all of my family to war..."
"You still have Bronn and Mira...along with myself." He explained.
"We're not related or married Jaime...technically, we shouldn't consider the other family." She sighed, glancing back to the feast going on.
"But what if we were?"
She turned to him with confusion heavily present on her face, but a few seconds later, her eyes widened in disbelief, upon realizing the words that had just come out of his mouth.
He was suggesting marriage.
Normally, she would rebuff him, and shrug it off...but looking right now at the entire situation, a union between the two of them could not only strengthen the idea of uniting the Seven Kingdom's into fighting the White Walkers, but the two of them could finally be happy...even though they'd been putting off marriage for almost 2 years.
It was later that evening when it occurred. The two of them waited for the feast to die down, before they approached Rodrik, explaining the situation. Much to both of their surprise, Rodrik agreed, and within a matter of moments, the two were in the Godswood, becoming unified, by one of Rodrik's maesters. Mira, and Bronn (whom they practically dragged out of bed), were two only other two individuals other than the maester in the Godswood...which is exactly what Jaime and Visenya wanted.
Something private, only for them...surrounded by the two people who stood by them through everything. And while Visenya had always assumed that she would be married under the eyes of the Seven or by the will of the Gods of Old Valyria, she was married to Jaime under the eyes of the Old Gods of the North.
Neither of them wanted to take part in a bedding ceremony...knowing it wasn't the right time, place, or situation, plus if it were to occur, Visenya and Jaime would murder those who would try to make it occur, along with before the dawn broke, they'd be riding for the encampment that was located south of the Wall...but not too far from Ironwrath.
Before dawn broke that next morning, Visenya, Jaime, Bronn, and Mira, all rode for the encampment, while Rodrik gathered the rest of his bannermen, planning to meet them no sooner he did. It was only a few hours till they reached the encampment, and once they did, Jon and Davos, met Visenya, allowing for the three of them to tread through the camp on horseback. Jaime ensured that there were enough goats to feed the two dragons, while Bronn began to browse the Wildling army, dragging Mira along with him, as a punishment from dragging him away from his bed to witness Visenya and Jaime's marriage.
"Lord Forrester said as soon as he gathers his bannermen, he will meet us here." She explained from a top her horse. "I'm surprised how large this camp is."
"Stannis camped here on his way to Winterfell." Davos admited from his own horse.
"And that's a good thing?"
"I know you had a strong dislike for him, Princess, but he was the most experienced commander in Westeros." Davos explained. "He chose this place for a reason. Those mountains are a natural fortification. There's a stream down there for the horses."
"We're not staying here long. Another storm could hit any day.." Jon explained trailing off.
Davos nodded. "Aye, the snows defeated Stannis as much as the Boltons did."
"We have to march on Winterfell now while we still can." Jon explained as they all stopped their horses and dismounted before walking through the camp side by side.
"2,000 Wildlings. 200 Hornwoods, 143 Mazins-" Davos began.
"62 Mormonts. 50 Forresters." Visenya spoke in agreement.
"It's not what we'd hoped for." Davos admitted. "But we still have a chance if we're careful and smart, plus we have the two dragons at out disposal."
Davos then picked his head up and saw two men, each from a different army fighting amongst each other.
"For fuck's sake." Davos groaned as he hurried over to them, as Jon and Visenya watched in amusement before they continued to walk.
"So he's your most trusted advisor now?" She asked glancing over to her nephew. "Because he secured 62 men from a ten year old?"
"Ser Davos is the reason I'm standing here talking to you and he served Stannis for years." Jon admitted with truth.
"Stannis who lost the Blackwater, who murdered his own brother, who doesn't have a head?" She asked in amusement, stopping in her tracks. Jon continued to walk, but immediately turned around when he noticed she was not next to him. "It's not enough. We need more men."
"There's no time." Jon explained.
"If I flew to Castle Cerwyn, I could reason with Lord-" She began, but Jon cut her off.
"We fight with the army we have." Jon explained. "We will be alright, Visenya."
In that moment, she debated on informing him of his true parentage, and of her recent marriage, but opted not two, when Jon gestured she turned around. When she did, she saw Davos standing in front of two fighting men, who were wrestling on the ground.
"Friends, this is not worth fighting over!" Davos began. "This'll be it, now. Right now, we don't need to be fighting."
One of the men stood up in anger and got in his face.
"Who the fuck are you?" He asked in anger.
Davos put up his hands in protest. "Hold on."
"Yeah, who the fuck are you?" The other man asked.
Visenya sighed in annoyance before walking over to Davos, unsheathing Dark Sister,and swiftly slicing both of their shoulders open, making them scream in pain. The cut's weren't deep so that they couldn't fight, but the cut's would leave a reminder for both men to act their age.
"Enough!" She ordered in anger. "Stop acting like children, and get back to work!"
As she sheathed Dark Sisteronce more, Davos smacked both men upside their heads.
"You heard the Princess!" Davos ordered. "Stop acting like fools, and get back to work!"
Visenya let out a sigh as she walked away from the two men and Davos, wondering if they'd win the war against the White Walkers and or get Winterfell back...right now, she felt both were so far away from being achieved.
A/N:
Shoutout to the many, many, individuals who pm'd me ideas for this chapter, your help is greatly appreciated. As always, let me know if you have any questions, comments, concerns, or ideas.
