2 Weeks Later
"Do you miss Dragonstone?" Myrcella asked as she and Visenya sat in Catelyn's old study, which Jon told Visenya she should take over.
Visenya shrugged. "Sometimes...but truthfully, I've spent more time living in Winterfell than on both Dragonstone and in King's Landing combined. Do you miss King's Landing?"
"It depends." The girl began. "I love the open water...but the people inside of it...depends on who they are."
Just as Visenya was about to reply, Olenna came into the room, still wearing black to mourn for the loss of her family.
"I was wondering where you had fled to, Your Grace." The older woman began as she sat down next to Myrcella. "I was hoping, I would be able to discuss some matters with you."
Visenya nodded, before looking to Myrcella, who nodded as well, before she got up out of her seat, and exited the room, leaving only Visenya and Olenna.
"I am curious as to why you have not flown to Dragonstone to barter with your sister yet." Olenna began, leaning back slightly in her chair.
Visenya shrugged. "I haven't felt the need to act accordingly yet."
"And what is that need, Your Grace?"
"The feeling to do so." She explained, when in reality, all she wanted was another Dragon Dream, showing her the future of what her meeting with Daenerys would go, and how they would interact upon seeing each other.
The older woman scoffed. "I had a similar conversation to my son...on the feeling to intervene, and save Loras from that extremist The High Sparrow...and look where it ended up...my entire house...eliminated."
"My condolences." Visenya replied with a nod.
"I will not see to it you acting as clueless and mindless as your sister." The older woman began. "You are smarter than that. All of Westeros knows you are smarter than that. It's what kept you alive all these years, has it not?"
Visenya nodded again. "Yes."
A knock then was placed at the door.
"Enter." Visenya called, and Mira opened the door, with a tray of tea. No sooner Mira placed the tea tray down and left, Olenna went back to scolding Visenya, who was half-listening to her as she made her tea.
"The only way to get Dragonglass is on Dragonstone." Olenna continued with some annoyance as she watched Visenya pour her tea. "What is your plan to get it? Send a raven and beg your sister?"
"I am devising a way to approach her, but not by raven." Visenya sighed, before sipping her tea.
"And in what way are you going to do that?" The older woman countered. "Have your Lord Husband do it for you...the man who killed your father? That is a very smart plan. Sending the man who murdered your father, to your sister, who has him high on her kill list."
A glare formed in Visenya's eyes at the mention of Jaime, who at this point, wasn't even in Winterfell. Himself, Brienne, and Bronn, were all away in Highgarden securing the castle, and ensuring that the remaining Tyrell bannermen, swore themselves to the North, Jon, and to Visenya, in order to fight for the living.
"He is defending Highgarden, is he not?" Visenya countered, crossing her right leg over her left.
"I am not in the mood to play games, child." Olenna scoffed in annoyance at the Queen's vaugeness.
"You said it yourself, The Army of the Dead is marching towards here, and we have little to nothing to defend ourselves! Are you hesitant because you are worried of your younger, more naive sister overtaking you and your dragons? Are you hesitant with the thought of losing your husband and step-daughter? Are you hesitant with the thought of losing the Nor-"
Olenna immediately stopped talking no sooner Visenya leaned back in her chair, placing her right hand gently on her stomach. A small frown appeared on the older woman's face, before a small glare appeared in her eyes.
She was pregnant.
"Don't look at me like that." Visenya spoke quietly removing her hand. "I didn't plan this."
"That's what they all say." The older woman sighed. "I said the very same thing to my husband Luthor...in those moments, I debated on if I should've married your uncle Daeron."
Visenya let out a huff in amusement, before she slowly got up, and walked to the window to look out at the snowy landscape.
"The only difference between your situation and mine is that my child will be born out of love...and not for the sense of duty."
"The child will carry the Targaryen name, will it not?" The older woman questioned.
She shook her head. "Jaime and I made and agreement a few years ago...that if he had no choice on if their House names were Lannister, then I would be allowed for their given names to be Valyrian...then again, that agreement was made during his brother's trial at the request of Tywin."
"Please, that agreement is worth nothing, given that it was spoken and not written. I assume your Lord Husband knows then?" Olenna questioned, not taking her eyes off the Queen. "I also assume that the rest of the North does not know...seemingly that Mira brought in tea to calm your stomach, along with your step-daughter being rather attentive to you...they know as well then?"
Visenya let out a small sigh, still watching the snow fall freshly onto the ground. "Yes."
"They'll know soon enough, once your body begins to show that you are with child." Olenna sighed with a slight shake of her head. "We must plan accordingly."
Visenya turned around to face the woman. "For what?"
"For the reunion between you and your sister." The older woman retorted. "If you are to meet her, you must leave at once before the storms get-"
"I will fly to her on Dragonback." Visenya immediately replied.
"You are in no condition to do so."
"And if I don't go now...I could potentially cause a larger issue with not having enough weapons to combat the White Walkers...Jon is meeting with the Lords of the North now, on a letter he received from Tyrion...requesting him to come to Dragonstone to bend the knee to my sister." Visenya countered beginning to walk out of her study, with Olenna following her.
"Surely, you'll advise him against such a careless weak-minded act?"
Visenya shrugged. "Jon may be a Stark...but I tend to believe that he inherited my brother Rhaegar's stubbornness."
Olenna sighed in annoyance. "A common family trait, my dear."
No sooner they entered The Great Hall, a large uproar was occurring between Jon, and the rest of the Northern Lords. However, no sooner, Visenya was noticed, everyone quieted down and began to bow towards her as she walked in.
"What is going on?" She questioned, looking to Jon.
"I am going to meet with Daenerys, and bend the knee." Jon admitted making Visenya's eyes widen.
"Are you mad?" She asked in disbelief. "Have you truly gone mad?"
"We need this Dragonglass." He began. "We know that Dragonglass can destroy both White Walkers and their army. We need to mine it and turn it into weapons."
"I understand that...but is bending the knee truly the right thing to do?" Visenya questioned, still having difficulty believing the words that were coming out of her nephew's mouth.
A King.
Who declared her Queen.
The Rightful Queen.
"We need allies. The Night King's army grows larger by the day. We can't defeat them on our own. We don't have the numbers. Daenerys has her own army and she has dragon fire." Jon began.
"As do I." Visenya countered, her anger beginning to grow.
"She has one more dragon...which matters. 5 dragons going against The Night King is better than 2. I need to try and persuade her to fight with us. Ser Davos and I will ride for White Harbor tomorrow, then sail for Dragonstone." Jon explained.
"Have you forgotten what happened to our grandfather?" Sansa interjected, noticing Visenya;s anger. "The Mad King invited him to King's Landing and roasted him alive."
Jon looked down at his hands. "I know that."
"She is here to reclaim the Iron Throne and the Seven Kingdoms." Visenya began. "She is not here to be an ally, she is here to conquer you. The North is one of those seven kingdoms. This isn't an invitation, it's a trap. If you want the North to remain independent, then you mustn't bend the knee."
"It could be, but I don't believe Tyrion would do that." Jon countered, looking at both Visenya and Sansa. "You both know him. He's a good man."
"Your Grace, with respect I must agree with Lady Sansa." Lord Royce began standing up from his seat. "I remember the Mad King all too well. A Targaryen in this context cannot be trusted, nor can a Lannister."
He then looked to Visenya. "My appologies if I have offended you and your Lord Husband, Your Grace."
Visenya shrugged it off. "We have both heard worse, you are forgiven, My Lord."
"We called your brother King, and then he rode South and lost his kingdom." Lord Glover chimed in agreement.
Lyanna Mormont then stood up from her seat. "Winter is here, Your Grace. We need the King in the North in the North."
The various Lords then began to pound the tables in agreement, making Visenya roll her eyes with their obnoxious tendencies.
Jon then slowly stood up from his seat. "You all crowned me your king. I never wanted it, I never asked for it, but I accepted it because the North is my home...as did Visenya. It's part of us and we will never stop fighting for it, no matter the odds. But the odds are against us. None of you have seen the Army of the Dead. None of you. We can never hope to defeat them alone. We need allies, powerful allies. I know it's a risk. But I have to take it.
"Then send an emissary." Sansa suggested. "Don't go yourself."
"I'll go." Visenya chimed in, making some Lords protest, but in response, she put a hand up, silencing them immediately.
"By yourself?" Jon questioned. "Are you sure that is the safest thing to do?"
She smiled. "Daenerys is a Queen, and my sister. Only a woman who is equally both can convince her to help us. It has to be me."
Jon nodded. "Very well."
Visenya's smile grew, and within a few hours, she was walking through the Courtyard with Sansa, Jon, Olenna, Myrcella, and Mira trailing her. To make her seem more 'royal' (at least according to Sansa), Sansa created a new flying outfit for her. It was remarkable. The overcoat was red and black, with half of the upper portion red, along with the collar, and the other portion was black. Her lower arms had portions of red on them, and part of her upper back was red as well. The texture that Sansa was able to do with the fabric, almost reminded her of her dragon's scales, which surprised Visenya to no end.
It was a stunning piece of work.
Quite possibly, Sansa's best work.
"If your sister denies our request...I will ride for Dragonstone." Jon explained.
Visenya nodded. "There must always be a Stark in Winterfell...if that'd be the case, then Sansa is in charge."
Sansa nodded as did Jon, before they both gave her a hug, almost signifying that all will go well...she could only hope. After giving them both a nod, Visenya walked out of the gates, and headed to both of her dragons, who were waiting for her expectantly. After mounting Sunspear, she took a deep breath to try and calm her nerves with her awaited and anticipated meeting with her sister, before taking off into the sky, with Aegonar following her, all of them eager to meet another Targaryen.
Meanwhile
Harrenhal
"Do you truly think I could sack King's Landing?" Griff asked as he and Jon Connington walked the grounds of Harrenhal.
"You do not have enough Lords on your side...you need more in your cavalry." Jon explained to the younger boy. "You could always petition to Dorne...your mother was a Princess."
Griff shook his head. "I need something bigger to take down Cersei...I don't need Lords and treaties, or promises.
Griff stopped in his tracks before realizing the key to his problem.
"I need a dragon."
A/N:
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