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Chapter 10 Heart of Ice
Chapter 10 of Moonlight
A/N- I was giggling and kicking my feet tehehe ;)
Warning- some swearing, talks of miscarriage and death, ANGST!, FLUFF, mild NFSW, SPOILERS, LONG CHAPTER.
Pairing- Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!fem-reader, Cregan Stark x Velaryon!fem-reader
Episode- 2x01
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There it is, standing so tall that it looks like itâs touching the sky. Itâs mesmerizing no matter how many times youâve seen it, and it never fails to steal your breath.
Yet the wall is at its prettiest when it weeps when the sun hits it just as it rises from the ground. Right now all it does is bring forth an icier chill as the wind blows, making you hold onto your cloak for warmth.
You can only imagine how Jacaerys is fairing, this is his first time at Castle Black.
âHow are you holding up?â You make sure to ask your brother as his eyes stay stuck on the towering wall.
âMy balls are about to freeze off,â he makes no effort to talk properly in front of you, nor do you remind him to.
You smile at him and look at him with a soft endearment only reserved for those you deeply cherish. âIt will be worth it, I promise. I cannot wait for you to see it,â you muse and cup his shoulder.
Jacaerys finally takes his eyes off the wall and meets your gaze with such a warm smile that itâs capable of melting the thickest sheets of ice.
âIt better live up to everything you have said,â he remarks lightheartedly, making you drop your head to laugh softly at the ground.
âIt will pass your expectations,â Cregan interjects as he finally rejoins you and leads the way to the lift that looks a bit unreliable, but all the people at Castle Black use it, and you have survived after using it so, you walk in. Slowly of course, and you donât dare pay too much attention to the sounds it makes as it starts moving Jacaerys, Cregan, and you to the top.
âYou know,â you take the attention of the rackety noise. âPerhaps one day I will send one of my children over here to take up a role as guardian of the wall.â
âIs that so?â Cregan probes.
âOne of your seven?â Jacaerys jokes and you laugh softly but donât take back what you said, catching him by some surprise.
âItâs a rare thing for a Targaryen or Velaryon to come be a brother of the Night's Watch,â you explain your thought process to the curious men. âBut we are the families the people look up to. I mean I understand the sacrifice, but I believe that for us to have a good relation with the North, and for us to protect our realm against what may be out there, we too should be here with a dragon or two.â
Cregan briefly meets your gaze and hides well those emotions you stir up inside since your brother is standing at his other side, but he doesnât stay quiet, he takes a deep breath before he parts his lips.
âYou are right, the sacrifice one must commit is great, but duty is sacrifice,â Cregan begins to say. âIt eclipses all things, even blood. All men of honor must pay its price. The North owes a great duty to the Seven Kingdoms, one older than any oath. Since the day of the first men, we have stood as guardians against the cold and the dark. Through its long tradition, the Night's Watch cultivated its strength from doomed men who had their life as their only possession. But my ancestor, Torrhen Stark began a tradition by making an offering at the onset of winter; one in 10 men from our household was to be chosen to fortify the Watch. This is not a sentence but an honor. A duty embraced by all who serve the North. Even by mine own kin. Thus I respect your decision, My Princess.â
He talks so well that even these long comments captivate you, and thatâs hard to do because you get so easily bored.
âThe North must stand ready,â Cregan adds without losing a breath. âWinter is coming.â
âComing?â Jacaerys interjects. âWhat is this, then, that falls from the skies and shivers my bones?â
You roll your eyes away and scoff softly.
He thinks heâs so funny.
âThis is only a late summer snow, my prince,â Cregan says something heâs already mentioned once before. âIn winter, it will cover all you see and all memories of warmth will be forgotten.â
You look through the gaps on the wooden walls but the lift then shakes so you step back and stand closer to Cregan.
âIt pleases me to think that over a century ago our ancestors treated in this very place,â Jacaerys mentions with a lighthearted look on his face. âThe Conqueror and the King in the North.â
You canât help but smile at the thought and the history the Starks share with your ancestors. Itâs so bittersweet. But itâs all so corny of Jacaerys to say, he sounds just as infatuated as you.
You would tease him, but now doesnât seem like the time so you just smile wider to yourself.
Creganâs gaze wanders to you after your brother's words, and you share some of that sweetness with him because regardless of it all, you are happy Jacaerys expressed his fondness for Cregan.
And when Cregan does see your smile some of that hardened demeanor melts.
âYou, at least had the mercy not to threaten me with your dragon,â Cregan quips at your brother jokingly, leaving him silent until he queries.
âDid my sister threaten you with her dragon?â
Does he think of you as some wild beast or something?
Regardless, Cregan's eyes soften before he shakes his head and tells him what you did do. âNo, but she did threaten to go over the wall and escape when she first got to Winterfell six years ago.â He says and tilts his head over to you, but you look out the window and shake your head.
âI was having a hard time adjusting,â you remind him. âAnd I did not end up going over the wall.â
âNo,â he mutters softer as if speaking with admiration. âYou did not.â
You lift your eyes off the icy wall and let yourself meet and hold his gaze with a soft look just until the lift finally lands on the top because when it comes to a sudden halt the wooden lift shakes, and youâre reminded why you hate coming to the top this wayâYou almost reach out to Cregan to keep yourself balanced and safe, but you stop yourself and just stand stiffly until finally he opens the door for you and your brother, letting you feel like you can breathe again when youâre on stable ground.
âMy Prince, My Princess,â one of the brothers greets you while you slip your arm around your brothers to hold onto more warmth as the coldness nips at your skin.
âMy Lord.â
âMy Lord,â other brothers greet Cregan while he walks after you until finally he catches up and leads you to one side.
âSurely the great Torrhen Stark wouldâve sooner died than bent the knee,â you chose to return to the previous topic as you watch Jacaerysâ eyes fall on every single detail you pass by. âUnless he believed the Conqueror could bring unity to the Seven Kingdoms.â
Cregan nods. âYou are right in that,â he agrees.
âThat unity is now threatened,â Jacaerys goes on for you with another clever workaround to the subject at hand. âThe realm will soon tear itself apart if men do not remember the oaths sworn to King Viserys and to his rightful heir.â
Again you canât help but be proud of the way he speaks. But you also know this second attempt wonât mend Cregan Starkâs choice.
âStarkâs do not forget their oaths, my Prince,â Cregan reminds him proudly. âBut you must know that my gaze is forever torn between North and South.â
Jacaerys glances over at you with discreet disappointment, and you press him an, âI told you soâ look right back.
âIn winter, my duty to the Wall is even more dire than the one I owe to Kingâs Landing,â Cregan strengthens his argument. âI need my men here.â
You swallow thickly as you come to a halt just under a post, and Jacaerys turns you around with him to pass Cregan a hard look that furrows his eyebrows. âWhilst your men guard against wildlings and weather the Hightowers plan to usurp the throne,â he remarks.
You grip onto him as a warning for him to calm down, but he doesnât understand.
âIf my mother is to defend her claim,â Jacaerys presses while Cregan guides all of you up the stairs. âTo hold the realm united she needs an army. War is coming to the whole of the realm, my lord. We cannot wage it without the support of the NorthâŠâ Jacaerys trails off when he reaches the top and finally sees with his own eyes the never-ending land beyond the wall, the beauty that you promised, and what you could never fully describe in words.
He moves toward the end of the post and you let your arm slip off his to let him admire for himself the beauty and the mystery that is the North, and the freedom it holds in its cold wilderness.
You can now honestly say you know the pride Cregan felt when he first brought you up here because you feel it. You are not from here, but seeing your brother be so captivated by whatâs beyond the wall makes you fill with excitement that you canât put into words, you can just express it with admiration and awe in your eyes.
Cregan notices and admires you while your brother's attention is far away, and to his surprise, you feel his stare and return his soft gaze while you also let your gloved knuckles brush against each other as you let yourself be swooped up once again by the comfort you have been fighting to feel.
Yet you donât let yourself get completely carried away, nor do you cross the line by letting your fingers touch, you keep your smile and join your brother's side.
âWas it everything you expected?â You ask before youâre brought back to the cruel reality.
Jacaerys laughs softly and nods. âIt was everything you said and moreâŠit feels like I could stay here and admire this forever.â
âIt would get cold,â you joke, making him chuckle.
âIt would be pleasant,â he murmurs.
You nod in agreement and dread returning to the sore subject, but you will lose yourself.
âI brought your sister, and my father brought King Jaehaerys and Queen Alysanne to see the Wall,â Cregan finally rejoins your company. âHis Grace stood at this very outlook and watched as their dragons the greatest power in the world, refused to cross it.â
Jacaerys snaps his head to you and probes for more. âEven adventurous Astraea?â
You look out and nod. âYes. She perches herself on the wall but never once does she fly over, nor does she dare fly over just to turn. I tried to command her to cross but she disobeyed me,â you back up Cregan's argument and feel a chill crawl down your spine at the reminder.
âDo you think my ancestors built a 700-hundred-foot wall of ice to keep out snow and savages?â Cregan presses your brother in a colder tone that almost works to frighten you.
âWhat does it keep out?â Jacaerys asks.
Cregan leans in closer to your brother and speaks one word. âDeath.â
You swallow back nervously and share your uneasiness with your brother with a simple look that actually helps him let go of some of that tension and ignorance he held.
âI have thousands of graybeards,â Cregan finally offers and breaks the speechless moment between Jacaerys and you. âWho've already seen too many winters. They are well-honed.â
You loll your head to the side and snicker, while Jacaerys says what you were thinking. âSo theyâre old?â
âI can ready them to march at once,â Cregan assures him and you.
Jacaerys breathes out and accepts the offer. âIf your graybeards can fight, the Queen will have them.â
âThey will fight hard,â Cregan states with a hint of pride and some faint smugness. âLike Northerners.â
You glance over at him and catch that smugness on his usually serious face and you canât help your heart from skipping a beat when he glances at you with the same look.
âMy Lord,â a man calls for Creganâs attention, making his face fall hard once again. âA ravens arrived.â
The man approaches the post breathing hard as if in a hurry and hands Cregan a scroll. âUrgent news from Dragonstone,â he announces, making you understand his urgency, and causing you to fall serious and nervous yourself.
But if it is bad news wouldn't it be sent directly to Jacaerys and you?
Maybe?
Unlessâ
You canât let yourself think the worst, but you still share your worry with your brother before you watch Cregan unravel the scroll to read what the news is.
He doesnât take long to read, but it feels like he is reading for eternity in the waiting silence until finally he puts the scroll down and meets your gaze. This time when you lock eyes your heart skips a beat out of worry instead of awe, this time a smugness doesnât play in his eyes or tug the corner of his lips up, his eyebrows are furrowed and his jaw is clenched like when he makes his face hard, but you can read him clear as day as you simply hold his gaze.
You can see the pity pulling his lips down, and a soft apologetic look in his grey eyes that makes them appear darker. He doesnât need to say anything for you to know that what he read wasnât a simple warning or a call home, theyâre dark words that he almost but says.
You want to ask, he knows that, he sees your worry heighten in your furrowed brows and parted lips, so with a simple blink his face softens as he gives you sorrow, making your eyes immediately cloud with tears. While in the back, Jacaerys sees it, your shared past. He figures it out in the exchange that is far more complex than one friends should share, but it all makes sense now.
Your friendship always slightly caught his attention, it bugged him in some way. Not because he felt bad for Aemond that you were so sweet on another man, but all your interactions were always weird he just didnât figure out why until this very moment as Cregan fails to look over at him after what he read, as he watches this speechless interaction and sees the deep aching softness on the Lord's face and a deep set heartache in your eyes.
He had only seen such a speechless complexity in his mother and Ser Harwin. He was too young to realize it then but as he got older he understood what happened around him, and doesnât fail to understand now.
Yet as much as he wants to give into this anger he feels boil within him at the thought of Lord Stark taking advantage of you in your five years in Winterfell, the news that awaits him helps him stay collected. Thus he steps forward without causing a scene and finally, Lord Stark drives all the attention to him, letting him finally receive the scroll, and leave you waiting longer without focusing on Cregan any longer. Now you turn to face your brother as he reads what was sent.
Once again it feels like what was written is getting read at an infuriatingly slow pace, but now youâre not impatient to know. Youâre scared to know or read Jacaerys' face now. But you keep your eyes on your brother and watch his jaw unclench and his lips part to let out a soft gasp, while his once steady hands begin to tremble, and his eyesâŠwater.
âJacaerys,â you almost plead his name out.
That anger he had at the waiting completely disappears and he slowly looks up at you with a loud and heartbreaking sorrow.
âJace,â you mewl.
Said man licks his lips and sniffles before he grabs your arm and gently pulls you aside.
âListen to me,â his voice quivers and only makes your heart race faster than itâs already beating.
âIs itâŠâ you trail off to catch your breath. âA-Aerion?â
Jacaerys shakes his head and keeps in those tears that fill his eyes. âNo, Aerion is fine,â he assures you but you donât feel relieved.
âWhat?â You beg for an answer and reach for his hands, but he lifts them and tucks loose strands of hair behind your ear.
âWhen,â he says shakily. âLucerys was in StormsEnd, AemondâŠâ
You start to shake your head and his bottom lip trembles.
âAemond killed Lucerys,â Jacaerys finally reveals quietly.
A cold breeze hits you and all that you had been feeling gets lost in the wind, leaving you numb.
Jacaerys calls your name but you stare ahead blankly. Theres nothing that crosses your mind, thereâs nothing you feel that makes you react. You know itâs heavy and painful news, you knew they were dark words when Cregan told you speechlessly, but you canât accept the truth thatâs given. You donât want to, you canât because if you do then it means you will accept that your husband, the man you loveâŠdid what was written, and you donât want to accept that.
However, Jacaerys calls out for you again and this time he grabs your arms and steals your attention, forcing you to once again connect to what you refused to feel.
âNo,â you blurt and push him back. âYouâre lying. Youâre a liar.â
Jacaerys shows you the scroll as he gets close again. âYou can read it yourself. Itâs the truth, LucerysâŠheâs,â he strains to say. âHeâsâŠdead.â
Your heart drops and a flood of emotions rams through you, knocking the air out of your lungs, and making your legs weak.
Jacaerys grabs your arms and holds you up before you can fall and pulls you to him, letting you see how red his eyes are, and how drowned they are with tears heâs holding back.
âJace,â you mewl and cover your mouth to sob.
Your brother nods in understanding without you having to express the rest of your sorrow. âI know,â he whispers. âI know.â
âOh gods,â you gasp and drop your head while grabbing at your chest as you canât seem to catch a breath. You canât breathe. Thereâs so much air where you are, itâs so crisp but you canât manage to take in any which in return only lets you feel the pounding of your heart, the rushing of your blood, and a rush of memories of your little brother Lucerys.
All you can think about is Lucerys, you imagine his last moments, and with every memory and every fake scenario the more you fail to grasp for air.
In the distance, Cregan watches how youâre breaking down, but no matter how much he wants to, he has to stay put even if it hurts not being able to help you when you need him the most. He does get close to trying something small since you are in so much pain trying to breathe, and your brother seems a bit lost on how to help you, but Jacaesys then does the first thing he thinks of and pulls you into an embrace.
Thankfully right away, at the feeling of your brother's weight, and at the feeling of his warmth, all those rushing memories slowly disappear, letting you draw in a deep breath. You pull him closer and bury your head in the crook of his neck whilst you wrap your hand around the back of his neck, and push his head down to let him bury his face on your shoulder so he can express everything he refuses to show to the public.
When he clutches onto the back of your cloak your heart comes to a slow pace, but it doesnât stop weeping. With every ba-dum, you feel an aching pain in your chest that doesnât go away.
Eventually, after a short time, Jacaerys pulls back and gives his back to Cregan to wipe away his tears before facing him with a sorrow that isnât able to wipe off. âWe need to go, my Lord. Youâll have to forgive us for not accompanying you back to Winterfell, but with our dragons here we need to make haste to return to Dragonstone.â
You grab at your chest and gently caress it as if that would cure youâre heartache while Jacaerys shares something you agree to without the need for a discussion.
Albeit Cregan is the one who protests. âIt will get dark soon, why do you not wait until first light to take flight? Wait until you both have collected yourselves so you don't do anything rash in the heat of the moment.â
You shake your head and interject in a broken voice. âThe storm wonât pass, Lord Stark. Weâll just face it head-on and leave, our mother needs us.â
Cregan steps forward, gaining a brief glance from you. âJust eat, and restâŠI know the pain of losing a brother, I understand your grief, my heart is with you,â he tries to relate so you would listen. âI have lost many others too, I know the anger, please just let yourselves calm down before you return home. I will stay with you here.â
You know your brother too, you know how angry he can get. You know that once your grief really settles youâll also start thinking of what happened and youâll get upset too. Thus you donât hurry to answer, you look at your brother and he looks at you. And without a word, you come to the same conclusion.
âAll right,â Jacaerys says for the both of you. âWe will stay, but leave at first light. Thank you, my Lord.â
ââ
*LATER*
Nothing makes sense.
Why? How?
Those questions are what runs around and around in your head accompanied by different terrifying scenarios that couldâve led to the act. A lot of it points to an accident, you want to believe in your heart of hearts that whatâŠAemond did was an accident. You donât want to believe that this remorse got the best of him, heâs supposed to be better, heâs supposed to keep it in for your sake.
He knows how much you love your brothers, he knows he can hate them all he wants, but he canât hurt them. And yes! You know that war was going to happen no matter what, and violence was going to be dragged in between your families, but Aemond went out of his way toâŠkill Lucerys when all he was was an envoy.
He killed your brother. Your husband killed your brother, and in turn, betrayed you in the worst way possible. He tore your heart out, and what hurts more is that he hasnât said what he did in the multiple ravens heâs sent! Just like always, he never tells you a thing!
What are you supposed to believe, but the worst? You want to believe heâs good behind all that hard demeanor, you defend him against your family when they say something bad because you want to believe he has a good heart, but what does killing Lucerys prove? That youâve been wrong all along?
Gods!
Damn it! Why did he have to do it? Why did he take Lucerys?
A knock raps on your door, but youâre so drowned in your heartache that you donât hear the sound. Itâs not until you hear your name being called out softly behind that door that you almost wake up from your stupor.
âIt is I, Cregan,â he announces without the need to, you knew who he was the moment he uttered the first word. âCan I talk to you? You didnât come for supper.â
You blink repeatedly to relieve the dry spell in your eyes after not blinking for a few seconds and clutch onto the ring you were fiddling with before you get up and unlock the door. You donât proceed to say anything, you walk away from the door and stand against the fireplace, but Cregan takes the unlocked door as an invitation and walks in, finding your food untouched, you in your nightgown, and your head down.
âI came to check on you,â he says softly as if careful not to hurt you even more with his voice. When he gets no response or even a small breath, he walks in further and notices now how unkempt you are; youâre usually so precise with the way you keep yourself, you always look so clean and tidy, it was only in the morning when you first woke up that he would catch you off guard, but now itâs like you donât care how you look.
âI hope you are not going to bed with your hair down like that,â he tries to be lighthearted. âYou hate having your hair tangled in the morning.â
He waits for a reaction, a soft âohâ, but you stay quiet and it just deepens his concern.
âDarling,â he uses your pet name and you finally break from your stupor and turn partially to face him.
He expected a sweet look just out of instinct, but those usually wonder-filled eyes are clouded by agony and tears that canât even fall down your cheeks anymore; while the fires fierce light brings clarity to your deep set frown, knitted brows, and puffy face worn out from crying.
âHere,â he breathes out and catches a gleam coming from in between your fingers. When he fills his curiosity he notices that the firelight is dancing on a sapphire ring you cannot stop fiddling with in between your fingers; a ring he had not seen you take off once since he saw you. Which must mean your husband gave it to you.
He doesnât want to ask for many reasons, so he approaches you from behind and gently starts braiding your hair in silence you cannot seem to fill. Itâs almost like there was no one inside your body, you were a hollow body left soulless.
âI understand why you locked your door,â he mentions in hopes that would get him a simple reaction. âHowever, it does not seem necessary, your dragons are restless and it stirs up fear in the brothers. And I am here as well.â
Your back raises as you draw in a deep breath, but rather than filling the silence with a dry response, or some remark, you just breathe out, making him steal a glance at the side of your face that he can see from behind you, before he pulls out the leather strip that keeps half of his hair out of his face to keep your own braid in place instead. He then proceeds to shuffle to your side to grab your arm.
âSit down, Princess.â He commands softly.
You donât fight him, you let him guide you down to your seat, and once heâs feeding the fire more wood your hoarse voice finally fills the room.
âI should have gone back to King's LandingâŠAâHe sent me a raven the day after when my grandsire the King died. He didnât tell me of course, but he told me to go backâŠI should have listened, IâŠâ you pause to catch your breath. âMaybe then LucerysâŠâ you trail off and whimper whilst you drop your head in your hands.
Cregan leaves the last piece of wood in the fire and then wipes his hands on his shirt while he stands up to close the gap between you.
âDon't,â he says firmly and crouches down in front of you to grab your hands and pull them down so you can meet his gaze. âDo not blame yourself for your brother's death. What happened is not your fault to carry. What happened is dealt with, donât dwell on things that can no longer happen.â
You hold his gaze while you process his words for a second and then look down at the ring you still hold.
âIâm sorry,â he says sorrowful words that bring your heart some comfort, but also make your body tremble while those tears that you once couldnât muster, come rushing down your already stained cheeks.
Nothing else is spoken, and nothing is asked of either of you, but out of instinct your arms slip around his neck, and he returns the embrace and follows you to your feet where he keeps holding you and lets you cry on his shoulder; for hours? For a few seconds? You donât know, you dwell in his comfort that you missed and relish in it until you stop crying.
He probably should have been the one to pull away, but he doesnât complain, not once. He lets you pull back on your own time, and even then he grabs your arms to keep you close so he can cup your cheeks and caress them for a final piece of comfort to your aching heart.
Yet that proves to be a mistake because as you linger in his proximity, your eyes fall on his lips and youâre overwhelmed with a passion-filled heat that pushes your lips against his.
At first, Cregan is so stunned by the warmth of your lips on his, and then heâs taken by the excitement of feeling your lips reconnecting that he closes his eyes and kisses you back, but when his lust begins to rush through his blood he pulls back and groans.
âNo,â he shakes his head and slides his hands down your face to grab your shoulders, leaving a burning trail down your skin. âYou are married. No matter what happened you are still married, and youâre grieving.â
You want to forget your pain for a moment and be consumed by the comfort, bliss, and excitement he provides, but heâs also right. And how can you do that to AemondâŠ
ButâŠ
Maybe you donât care if it hurts him because he hurt you. He wonât know either wayâBut you will know, you will know that itâs something that can hurt him, and youâŠdonât care. But CreganâŠis right.
âIâm sorry,â you throw out and step away from him, feeling a chill hit those parts of you that he kept warm with his touchââyou are right. Iâm sorry.â
Cregan turns away and swallows back thickly, feeling somewhat disappointed that he has to turn down this heat of the moment. âPerhaps I shall bid you a goodnight now.â
You swallow back to hide your disappointed sigh and nod. âYes, goodnight Cregan.â
Said man avoids looking at you when he turns. It makes it easier to walk away from you. But when his hand touches the door handle he doesnât turn it to open it, he stands there frozen with his back turned to you as he feels his honor start to slip.
He turns his head but doesnât peek over right away, he fights himself but quickly falters when he feels the ghost of your wet lips haunting his. And when he fully looks back and sees the shadow of your sculpted figure in your white nightgown his inner battle is lost. He only proves his loss by locking the door and turning completely to face you, turning around as well.
âCregan?â You query, puzzled by his presence.
Said man draws out a deep breath before he strides back to you with determination in his step and surprises you by grabbing your face the moment he can. You want to utter his name, but a small gasp is all that goes past your lips whilst you drop the ring that Aemond had gifted you.
âI pride myself in my honor,â he says while his eyes flicker between your parted lips and your shocked gaze. âBut when it comes to you itâs turned to ash, nothing stops me from wanting you, fromâŠâ he trails off and leans forward, but you donât allow your lips to touch. You shift your head away, but he follows you to keep your breaths unfurling over each other's lips.
ââŠdesiring you in every way a gentleman shouldnât. I burn for you when youâre far, and even when I dream of you. It is wrong.â He nods, and you nod too without much effort. âBut you are my weakness, you have always been my weakness. Youâre my joy, the reason I laugh, and also the reason I donât march to King's Landing and bring you to Winterfell to make you mine,â he whispers against your lips, making a smile make an appearance on your saddened face.
âTell me this is wrong, tell me to leave now,â he tells you and drags his eyes up to meet yours so you can know heâs being serious. âAnd I will. I will leave your chambers and when morning comes Iâll bid you farewell with no remorse and as nothing more than friends.â
As if being hypnotized to his lips you lean forward, but only let your lips brush, leaving your heart pounding as it screams for you to connect.
âI still have to leave,â you make it known while you gently cup his jaw to touch some part of him. âI have to return to Dragonstone no matter what.â
Creganâs eyebrows pinch together and he hesitates before he nods. âI understand,â he mutters and glances at your lips again. âBut that doesnât change a thing if you tell me to leave.â
You should. You're still married even if Aemond betrayed you by killing your brother. And deep deep down a lot of your conflict comes because you donât know if you did stop loving the man who killed your brother, but that reason is also why you want to give in to your deepest burning desire.
That reason is why youâre selfish and donât resist Cregan or stop your heart from swooning at his confession.
âDonât leave,â is all he needs to hear to smile widely before he finally feeds your desire by kissing you slowly, fueling that passionate heat that completely takes over your body, and leaving you still and breathless for a moment as you relish in the sweet taste of his soft lips melting with yours, guiding your every movement, and driving you mad with lust.
You had forgotten this dream-like feeling, you had forgotten how fast he makes your heart race when heâs kissing you, and you forgot how hot you burn when his fingers explore the perimeters of your body. Furthermore, you forgot how eager he can get until you feel his grip on the back of your gown.
You pull away quickly and protest. âNo, no, wait, do not rip it.â
Cregan fingers loosen and you start to giggle. âWhy do you always want to rip my gowns?â You bring up, making his lips lift to a smirk.
âIâm sorry,â he whispers between heavy breaths.
You press a kiss on his lips and then tell him, âgently.â
He breathes out deeply and nods once before he slides his fingers back to the ribbon tying your gown together, and slowly begins to untie it while you drift your lips to kiss the corner of his mouth, and then kiss his jaw before you graze your lips up and kiss the corner of his jaw.
Cregan lets out a groan from the back of his throat, making you feel chills grow on your skin.
âI hate all these layers,â he musters while you continue to leave a trail of kisses down to his neck. âThey are so infuriating.â
You smile against his neck, causing you to feel his nails dig in your skin.
âIt keeps me warm,â you tell him and lick a stripe up to his lips. âYour North is cold, my Lord.â
Cregan clenches his jaw and shakes his head. âA little less with your presence,â he completely wins you over, making you grin and look at him in awe.
âI missed you,â he finally lets himself confess to you. âMy darling love.â
You sigh and whisper back. âI missed you too.â
His eyes gleam brighter and that short absence is filled once again with your lips while he finally slips off your gown, leaving you under a simple sheer gown that he slips off with ease.
âYouâre beautiful,â he says with awe, and his eyes dark with lust.
âItâs no fair,â you argue between kisses and slowly drag your hands down to help him pull off his layers. âAnd you say I wear a lot of layers,â you comment, making him scoff.
You finally end up pulling the last one off and throw it to the side mindlessly as youâre captivated by his toned torso and those thick arms that he unfairly hides under all those garments.
âKiss me,â you command in a voice oozing with honey.
âGladly,â is all he says before capturing your face to smash his lips on yours and this time make out more roughly as heâs filled with a much more hungry need.
Your own need lets you multitask by unbuckling his pants and tugging on them so he can pull them off in the brief pause you have between devouring each other. Yet when his member is out for you to see, you take a moment to admire how girthy and hard it is, and how perfect every vein is on his length.
You canât help but start to go on your knees, but he grabs your bicep and pulls you back up to drift you away from that need.
âNo,â he says out of breath and instead wraps his arms around you, and presses his lips on your neck to start leaving wet kisses on your flesh while he also slides his hands down your body, making you shiver at the feeling of his warm hands caressing you gently.
Without lifting his mouth off your neck he drifts his hand behind your knee, and with no explanation, he pulls your leg up to help you climb up and wrap your legs around his waist so he can walk you back to the edge of the bed, and gently put you down.
Once youâre lying on your back he pulls back but leans down to press his hands beside your head, and simply hold your gaze with this endearing look that makes his eyes smile.
âI'm going inside you,â he warns you, making you shiver and swallow thickly as you already imagine the stretch. âYou need to be quiet.â
You part your lips but utter nothing, instead, you lift your head and he responds by giving you what you wanted, a deep kiss, while he grabs his length and aligns himself with your hole. When his tip touches you you gasp and he grins before taking your lips again to distract you while he slowly penetrates you.
Albeit the stretch is so wonderful and filling that you claw your nails on his back and scratch his back as he keeps going in deeper. Once all the way inside he finally pulls his face back to whisper. âYou were made for me. You belong with me.â
You donât respond with words, you cup his cheeks and brush strands of his hair behind his ears before you slide your hand to the back of his neck to gently pull him down. âCregan make me yours,â you finally fill the silence, feeling as if his cock hardens even more before he finally starts moving his hips, filling you with a blinding ecstasy that heightens this passionate moment, and makes you only think about him and the pleasure he feels and gives you. You forget your sorrows and the grudge. You forget the war and the responsibilities you have.
Youâre selfish in the lust-filled night and remain ignorant even before it's time to get out of bed. You just relish in Cregan's presence for a bit longer.
âCreganâŠâ you whisper, and the man hums in response letting you sigh before you share whatâs been bothering you. âI do not like that I am the reason you disregard your honor. I do not like putting you through that.â
The hand on your back stops moving and a small huff rolls out of his nose. âI think itâs late to start thinking about that.â
You blink repeatedly with discontent and abruptly sit up to face him. âI am not jesting,â you press sharply. âIâm being serious. You hold your honor in high regard, I hate to be the one who makes it falter.â
A faint smile tugs on his lips without regard to your comment before he leans forward and assures you. âI have my honor, I never forget it, but I love you more. Iâm being selfish without disregarding everything to be it. I know how to hold myself back,â he says firmly and cups your cheek to bring you closer to him. âI know where I stand, I am just choosing to have a taste of happiness. You, my darling, are my happiness.â
Your eyes water and your heart swoons, thereâs nothing you can say that would measure up to the kind things he just said, all you can do is press a lingering kiss on his warm lips before you lay your head down on his chest, and hold onto him like heâs your security blanket.
âIâŠcould offer you and your Aerion refuge here,â he offers and makes your pounding heart hurt.â
âHere? In Castle Black?â You tease without sounding too amused.
Cregan scoffs and starts to caress your arm. âNot here. In Winterfell,â he clarifies without a hint of falter at the mention of your son who is fathered by someone else who does bring him pangs of jealousy every time he remembers youâre married, and when he hears his name. âI would make sure no one could touch you and your boy there. He wouldnât have to grow up around so much violence and you would not have to worry.â
You tilt your head down to kiss his shoulder before you give his offer an answer. âIt's a nice offer, but my place is not hiding in a cage like some frightened bird. My place is out there, with my mother, with my brother, and the rest of my family fighting with the dragon I have. My mother needs me and I donât want to leave her alone.â
Cregan doesnât interject with anything, his chest rises and slowly falls back down, letting you know your response slightly wounded him.
âInstead of having her husband with her when she lost my sister,â you begin to say quieter but filled with frustration. âDaemon was out leading her council. I was the one who held her when she cradled my sister's lifeless body. IâŠhave to be there for her now.â
âI understand,â he doesnât falter to assure you. âBut you must know if you ever find yourself needing somewhere to go, Winterfell is yours. You and your son are welcome.â
You lift your head off him to face him in the little space left between you. âI will always remember that. Thank you,â you say from the bottom of your heart.
A smile twitches on his serious face, and he proceeds to press a feathered kiss on your lips before he grins and says. âSing for me? Just for me.â
You giggle and gently smack his shoulder. âNo,â you answer bluntly and lay back down basically on him.
âWhy not?â He chuckles. âIt's not like you have to fear enchanting me with your song, you already have.â
You roll your eyes. âShut up. Anyway!â You change the subject. âI was supposed to stop writing to you. I had already planned it.â
Cregan sighs and his chin rests on the top of your head. âI know,â he mutters. âYou stopped writing as much as you would recently.â
Your smile falls but you grow desperate and hopeful. âButâŠyou will answer me when I write to you in the weeks to come, right?â
He shrugs and interjects. âIf thatâs what you want, I will.â
You nod softly. âI do.â
You lift yourself up again to face him so he knows youâre being sincere. âI do.â
He grabs your cheek and his eyes soften. âAre you frightened?â He makes sure to ask.
You swallow thickly and shake your head. âNo. Nervous, but not scared.â
He smirks and slides his hand down to caress your chin. âThatâs my girl. You know how to fight, use that.â He tells you.
You laugh nervously. âIâve never had to actually use my skill for violence.â
Your swordsmanship and your skills with archery were never for the intent of being some warrior, you like the idea of being like Queen Visenya Targaryen, and Princess Alyssa, but mostly your need to be trained with a sword and with archery was because you took it as a challenge. They said you couldnât have it and you challenged them. Thus now that youâre having to face this war and the potential of having to use your skill, youâre honestly quite nervous.
Youâve never admitted that. You donât want to admit it to anyone but him so they don't feel like you arenât reliable.
âIt wonât be easy,â Cregan says the truth. âBut when you face your enemy, do not hesitate. Think quickly but be smart and do not let them gain the upper hand. You have a dragon, use her, and you have skill, good skill. Use it.â
You let out a shaky breath and nod in comprehension. He offers you a gentle smile and pulls you down to press his forehead against yours.
âYou must know I will wait for you. Just a while longer.â
Asking what will happen after a while passes scares you, so you leave it be and just give him an honest response. âIf fate ends up letting me choose, I will finally come home to you.â
He flashes you a charming smile that eases that worry in your heart and only works to sink you further down into this little escape.
âNow,â he coos against your lips. âWill you sing for me?â
You roll your eyes with a flattered smile featured on your face before you pull away to lay back on his chest and finally do as he asks of you as a parting gift where there aren't multiple people watching you, and pushing you down to hide or pretend that youâre nothing more than friends. You sing him a song for only him to hear before you take your leave and face reality once again.
ââ
*SOMETIME LATER. DRAGONSTONE*
What good is actually facing reality? Facing a dead beloved brother, and the fact that it was someone who you loved that killed him?
Dragonstone is a painful reminder of what happened while you were away. Only now that pain in your heart is tenfold and you donât think anyone can actually know the pain that plagues you. Who can truly understand what it is you carry? No one is married to the man who killed Lucerys. They can hate him with ease, but you?
You want to despise him, you fought yourself the entire flight back to Dragonstone to hate him and view him as another enemy, to view him like you view Aegon, but as much as you think you hate him, your heart fights hard to try and tell a different tale. And thatâs what makes it worse.
Thus it's easier, it was almost healing, having an escape with Cregan, but now thereâs no one who will silence your cries. And what makes matters worse is facing your heartbroken mother. You donât like seeing her cry or be hurt, when she lost Visenya your pain could never equate to what she was feeling, but you hurt too with every groan, with all the blood that she spilled, and every sob. Now youâre moments away from her and your heart and soul are already shattering.
However, after you watch your dragon disappear into the caves with Vermax, and take a step inside the castle, a hand wraps around your forearm and youâre pulled into a dark dead end where there aren't prying eyes or nearby ears.
â<Tell me the truth,â Jacaerys spats in a whisper so no one would hear the sound of his words also protected by High Valyrian. âAbout you and Lord Stark.>â
You canât help yourself, you blink repeatedly in disbelief and gape like a fish out of water.
â< There's no point in lying,â he only further surprises you. âI figured it out when he got the letter from Dragonstone. I would see it every time you would talk but I never pieced it together until yesterday. It all made sense then, the glances, what you would tell each other, and every story you told about him.>â
Tears fill your eyes and your heart echos in your ears as youâre struck with shame. Not for loving another man, but that Jacaerys found out.
â<He touched you?>â He proceeds to ask in your shocked silence.
And itâs in that silence where he figures out your unspoken response and finally lets go of your arm to turn away with a scoff.
â<He never forced himself on me,â you defend Cregan. âEverything we did was because we wanted it to happen. We love each other.>â
Jacaerys turns on his heels with frustration and clutches onto your arms to sneer. â<You saw how much mother suffered because she was with Ser Harwin. Did you not learn anything?>â
You know heâs remarking all that stuff to your face because he cares. Heâs being thoughtful in his way but it doesnât stop you from crying, and when you shed tears you hit a cord in your brother's heart and he lets go of you with a sigh.
â<If you werenât already married I would turn back and force him, but alas,>,â he mutters and sighs again before turning and dropping his head in his hands.
â<He wouldâve too,â you defend his honor. âBut I did not want Aemond to hurt him with Vhagar. I choose not to marry him, please donât blame him. Heâs a good man.>â
Jacaerys shakes his head in disappointment and turns to face you with his eyes narrowed into a fierce glare and his lips curled in a snarl. âHow am I not supposed to blame him?â He remarks in the common tongue. âHe had his way with you and did not do what he was supposed to do! What an honorable man would do!â
âI told you already, I told him not to because of Aemond.â
Jacaerys grabs his face and rubs the bridge of his nose, so you continue to try and calm him down.
âHe was always respectful and kind. AndâŠâ you pause and lick your lips before you utter the reality. âThereâs nothing you can do about it now. There's no use in being upset, I am married and that wonât change even if I love him unless Aemond dies. So please,â you plead softer and step towards him to grab his arm so he can face you. âPlease Jace, keep it a secret. No one must know. Itâs in the past. Please donât tell a soul.â
Jacaerys eyes snap to you and he clenches his jaw as he looks at you thoughtfully for a few agonizing moments before he sighs and whispers. âFine. I will not tell anyone only because thereâs nothing I can do now.â
You sigh with relief and wipe away your tears before you offer him a thankful smile and a sweeter comment. âThank you so much. Thank you, Jace, really. I love you.â
Jacaerys lets out a deep breath and his face slowly lets that frustration go, and instead slowly falls to express a soft sorrow. You slide your hand down his arm to cup his hand and slowly mirror that grief as you remember what you lost and that pain you both now harbor.
No matter how hard you wish, thereâs nothing in this world that can change what happened, no one can bring back your fallen brother. And whatâs even crueler is that no matter how hopeful you were for the news to be a lie, youâre home now and that hope lies with Lucerys.
You both come to the same realization and speechlessly exchange it, bringing you both into each other's embrace to cry now without care.
And deep down you both want to stay close in just the way you are so neither of you run the risk of losing each other the way you lost Lucerys. Itâs a foolish thought, but itâs one brought by grief, and a new fear set in both of your hearts because no matter how much you love your little brothers, nothing can compare to the bond the three of you had. A bond that now consists of Jacaerys and you. Just him and you.
âJacaerys,â your moment is interrupted by a feminine voice that also speaks your name but does not belong to your mother. And when you both break away and look over you see Baela stand at the end of the hall with her hands clasped together and a pitiful look in her eyes.
âBaela,â you greet and wipe your tears away while Jacaerys turns to wipe his own tears away.
âWelcome back home,â she speaks sweetly.
You offer her a thankful nod before you walk over to her and meet her halfway with an embrace.
âIâm sorry,â she says quietly.
You nod and then interject. âThank you.â You pull back and glance around in search of her twin. âWhereâs Rhaena?â
Baela sighs. âIn her chambers.â
You wished to greet her just as you returned home, but now youâll have to speak to her after you speak with your mother.
âAnd what aboutâŠâ you trail off and hesitate. âWhat about my mother?â
Baela glances behind you as Jacaerys approaches you and then gives you the answer you wanted. âIâll take you to her.â
You offer her a thankful smile and watch her walk to Jacaerys to wrap her arms around him and offer him sweeter condolences. When the moment passes she guides you to your mother and your heart begins to pound, while your stomach twists and makes you feel almost nauseous at the anticipation. You already know youâre going to break even more, but thereâs something about thinking about your mother being heartbroken that already tears you apart.
And maybe a part of it is becauseâŠit feels like you had a hand in her heartbreak because it was your husband who killed Lucerys.
It was not really you, you know that. You were oblivious to your husband's affairs, but no matter what anyone says, yes, thatâs what is dwelling within, your guilt. It rattles you to the point you canât be comfortable in your own skin.
As you get closer to your mother's quarters breathing gets hard once again, and your surroundings begin to dim, leaving only the narrow path ahead visible. You want to run away and not face the pain youâll see. But when the doors to your mother's quarters open and you see her sitting across the fireplace, alone and in the dark, that panic settles as if she was the fresh air you needed to calm down, leaving you with the need to be embraced by her warmth and comfort, while also giving the same in return.
âYour Grace,â you greet her softly once Baela clears the room and leaves only you and your brother with your mother.
Your pounding heart starts racing once again, but itâs not out of fear, itâs racing out of a need to ease your pain, and the pain you clearly see on her delicate face. Yet you hold strong with tears stinging in your eyes already.
âLady Jayne Arryn has pledged her support,â Jacaerys breaks the emotional silence to share the support you both gained when you were away on a mission. ââŠIn exchange for a dragon to guard the Vale,â you hear the tear in your brother's voice, and when you glance over at him you see him fiddling with his hands while his eyes grow more and more teary, making your already weak hold, falter.
You still want to continue for him, but when you part your lips you canât utter a word, itâs all lost in your grief that heightens the longer you watch your mother.
âAnd,â Jacaerys continues sounding even more brokenhearted by the second. âLord Cregan Stark,â he pauses and takes a deep breath, but doesnât seem to find the will to finish. He falls breathless and that wall he usually has up to be perceived as strong, and a protector crumbles, leaving him shaky.
You reach over to grab his hand while tears start to roll out of your eyes as you trail on for him. ââŠLord StarkâŠpromised 2000 men,â you manage to share with all the might you can muster.
Your mother doesnât respond, she instead stands from her seat with her face contorting with grief and approaches the both of you, making you completely lose the faltering hold you had on your emotions.
However, when sheâs close, Jacaerys reaches out first and she welcomes him in her arms. You want to do the same, youâve been aching for it, but your guilt hits you and you stand there frozen with your head down.
âMother,â you mewl with streams of tears. âIâmâŠsorry.â
Your mother pulls away from Jacaerys just slightly, leaving her arm around his neck to approach you and caress your cheek with no disdain in her eyes; nor does she look at you like you were the one at fault, her eyes are sad, but she expresses her reassurance before she slides her arm around your neck and pulls you in her gentle embrace and confirms that she doesnât hate or blame you.
Itâs such a relieving comfort that it works to lift some weight off your chest. Weight Cregan couldnât ease when he talked to you.
Now you can ease in your mother's embrace without feeling like she hates you. Now you can caress her back without the fear of getting rejected.
Soon thereafter, neither Jacaerys nor you attempt to leave your mother's comfort. Nor does it feel like your mother wants either of you to pull away from her embrace that protects her two eldest from the cruel reality that took her third child.
You stay interlinked and weep on each other's shoulders until she pulls away to face you both.
âI have been waiting for your return to lightâŠLucerys pyre,â she shares. âIs it fine if we light it tonight? The sun is setting and the winds are calm.â
You and Jacaerys donât find a reason to push the funeral back. You also know there are other matters to attend to that don't give you the luxury of sitting in your grief.
But, oh wouldnât that be nice?
You donât want to ignore what happened, no, thatâs not what you want. You just want to take a moment to process what happened, and who did it, and tell yourself that you will no longer see your little brother Lucerys.
But no, war forces you to face reality and deal with your grief harshly on the same night you arrived from Winterfell, and at the same spot where your baby sister's funeral pyre was lit.
This time the crowd is smaller though, more intimate. Daemon isnât even here, which isnât surprising, but it is also disappointing that he canât be at his wifeâs side as she deals with the death of her son, and lights yet another funeral pyre. And what grows your hatred for him even more is that he canât seem to be bothered to be a father to his daughter who just lost her betrothed. Itâs a good thing Baela is at her side.
Itâs also good that you can be with your family this time, dealing with your father's grief alone was devastating. There was no one besides your handmaiden Vanessa to hold your hand and embrace you when you wept. Comforting letters could never measure up to the comfort of your mother's arms or that of your siblings and your grandparents.
Now though, you stand amongst them around the fire that will burn away the only pieces you have of Lucerys, which are his things. There's not even bones to turn to ash, nothing was found of him but his cloak, and a part of his dragon's wing.
Thus Jacaerys steps up first and throws in a soft red blanket along with a piece of his clothes. Besides a few tears rolling down his face, he holds strong now, unlike before when he was in the privacy of just you and your mother, which is assuring. He definitely seems to comfort Joffrey, who throws a wooden horse in the fire, leaving you to step up next.
Yet when you step up and lift a small wooden ship you sob for the brother youâll never be able to see grow into a man. Youâll never be able to see him marry, or see him command his fleets. Youâll never be able to watch him build a family of his own, nor will you be able to dance another song with him, heâll be gone forever.
You throw away all those possibilities youâll never get to see in the fire, and watch the flames eat away at the small wooden ship, and turn to ash everything you couldnât watch your brother do.
Thick smoke rises, it infiltrates through your nose and stings your throat and eyes while also helping you realize something through the stinging pain, that being your hate for Aemond, your husband, and best friend. You were clouded with confusion before, you couldnât let go, but you see it clearly now in the thick smoke, you hate him.
And itâs because of your realization that you donât realize your mother is next to you until you catch her throwing in a piece of Luceryâs clothes with agony contorting her face and clouding her eyes. She lingers by the fire for a moment and you watch her shoulders shake before she steps back. You fall by her side and glance down at her empty hand before you reach over to grab it and once again be the comfort she needs in her moment of pain.
A need to go to Rhaenaâs side does grow. You feel called to her side to comfort her, but once the fire starts to lose its power, and all the wooden logs turn black, you step away from your brother and mother's side, but come to a stop right away as you feel guilt again. Your mother mightâve speechlessly assured you, but Rhaenaâs anger and grief is different, what if she does blame you for what Aemond did?
If you werenât away you probably couldâve stopped Aemond, but you werenât with him. What if she blames you for Aemond taking her betrothed?
You donât want to be the source of more pain for your cousin, so out of fear and guilt, you donât approach her. You avoid her and instead, let your grandfather give his condolences before embracing your grandmother.
âI heard the Queen made you her hand,â you interject and pull back to face her with a proud smile. âCongratulations, grandmother, I could think of no one more capable than you.â
Your grandmother caresses your face and offers you a sweet and thankful smile. âThank you, my Sweet. How are you doing?â She asks with a concerned gaze.
You sigh. âIâm dealing with all my emotions, but Iâm relieved that I at least donât have to go through my grief alone this time,â you share, earning a faint smile.
âI was wonderingâŠâ you roll out hesitantly whilst you hook your arm around his to head back inside together. ââŠdoes anyone accompany you on your patrols?â
Without needing to hear the rest of what you wanted to ask, she figures out the direction you're taking this conversation.
âNo,â your grandmother assures you.
âOh, well I was wondering,â you finally get to your question. âIf I could accompany you? The sea is large, together we could cover more ground. Besides,â you sweet talk her to persuade her. âAstraea is fast, and sheâs grown large from her time at Winterfell. Sheâs good at sea. She likes to dive with me on her. And I am a good archer on Dragonback. We could help you.â
Your grandmother scoffs and flashes you a smile. âWell as much as I would like your help, we would have to ask the Queen first. Bring it up with her and if she accepts I would love to share patrol with you, it would relieve me of some work.â
You smile excitedly and nod eagerly. âGood, Iâm glad. Iâll ask her at the next council meeting.â
Your grandmother offers you an encouraging smile and helps you feel some joy in the dark storm that casts over you.
Of course, no one or nothing brings you more joy than your little one, your beloved Aerion. When you see him fast asleep in his cradle your dim world lights up and you muster a happy grin.
As much as you want him to wake so he knows youâve returned to him, you let him be and just crouch by the cradle to admire him as he sleeps.
You admire his cute round cheeks, his tiny little hands balled up to fists over his head, his thin eyelashes he got from his father, and those pink thin lips he also got from
Aemond. But most importantly you watch his chest carefully to make sure heâs breathing.
You could watch him sleep for hours on end and never tire. Especially because sometimes, just like now, you catch him smiling in his sleep and you just canât help but swoon.
You always wondered what it is they dream about, fairytales mayhaps? Food? Their parents?
Does he dream about his father now that theyâre apart? A father who loves him, and takes pride in his son? A father that you hate andâŠcheated onâŠ
He killed your little brother, and you lay with Cregan because you wanted to, because you missed him, and you were upset and selfish, but now that youâre looking at your son sleeping away a different pang of guilt punctures your heart.
A guilt you shouldnât feel, Aerion is young, he won't remember this conflict, but he will feel shame if he ever finds out you cheated on his father.
Yes, his father hurt you first, Aemond betrayed you first. He hurt you in one the worst ways possible! ButâŠnowâŠ
Now youâre looking at Aerion and you think of how this could also hurt him. Heâs young, a baby turning five months old soon, he wonât remember his life as an infant, but your secret wonât be forgotten, especially if in the future Cregan and you arenât together.
It would hurt him so much if he ever found out. Thatâs what makes you cry with guilt. Not regret, you donât regret your night with Cregan, he made you happy, but you do feel guilt and shame.
ââ
*THE NEXT MORNING*
Does Aemondâs crime justify what you did?
You canât help but think of that, you canât help but think of the hate you harbor, but you also canât stop thinking about him. About the way his family doesnât show him the affection you do. He protects them and takes care of them, but they will never return it in the same amount.
Heâs probably lonely, and brooding. Heâs probably silently just lurking in his brother's council, and breaking his fasts alone.
You always tried breaking fast and eating dinners together. He always smiled when he saw the way you were dressed, especially when you wore purple. He always gave you a kiss before you drifted apart for the day, and when you saw each other he kissed you with need as if you had gone years without seeing each other.
When night came, or when you found yourselves just in a calm moment, he let his guard down and let himself be vulnerable. You loved those moments the most because it felt as if only he and you existed in this world.
Actually, he treated you like you were the only person he has ever loved. You came first all the time, even before your son. Which is selfish, but you never minded because who could treat you the same?
Creganâs people come first, the North comes first no matter what he says. Thatâs why heâs not marching over here to fight himself because other priorities come first, but with Aemond, he may have his goals and his pride, but you were never held lesser than something. His anger got in the way. Itâs blinding but you understand why.
You understood at leastâŠbecause the truth is you canât defend him nowâŠ
He deserves his solitude. You hate him for taking Lucerys away. That much is true and you put that over everything.
âPrincess,â Vanessaâs sweet voice cuts through the blowing breeze of the sea, making you pick your eyes off your son to look into the distance.
âVanessa,â you entertain your handmaiden with what you know sheâs leading up to.
âI was wondering,â she parts her lips, but before she can finish her thought the sound of your name coming from someone elseâs lips interrupts the conversation. You look back and smile faintly when you see your grandfather Corlys.
âGrandfather,â you greet sweetly as you stand up to watch him approach you at shore.
âIâm surprised to see you out here so early,â he mentions, making you scoff softly and look down at Aerion watching your grandfather carefully.
âWhen I saw Aerion he was sleeping, so I wanted to make up for it and spend as much time as I can before Iâm called away,â you tell him and study him, noticing heâs standing up a lot straighter than before, and still using a very nice wooden cane. âI wanted to apologize for not going to visit you when you were abed. Iâm more than glad to see you up now and attending to your fleet.â You smile brightly and watch him get close to watch Aerion in your arms.
âIt's quite all right,â he assures you and meets your gaze. âYou are a dragon rider, and the Queen's daughter, thereâs a lot to do. I'm happy to see you safely returned, I know Aerion has missed you.â
You glance at your son, and as if he knew you were admiring him he glances at you and smiles before laying his head on your shoulder.
âRhaenys and I would take him on strolls when the day gave us time,â your grandfather catches you by surprise. âThe poor lad would be cooped all day with your mother gone.â
Considering Aerion the son of Aemond, you didnât think your grandparents, especially your grandfather would much care for your son, but hearing his report really brings a warmth to your heart.
âI noticed that young Aerion quite enjoys being by the water,â your grandfather adds, making you grin and nod.
âYes, he loves it when the waves roll over his feet,â you share giddily and caress your son's head as you return your gaze to your grandfather. âAnd he gets lulled to sleep by the sound of crashing waves.â
âHeâll be a fine sailor in no time.â
You hum happily at your grandfather's comment and then watch him glance out at the never-ending sea before he sighs softly, and then looks back at you with a faint smile that lets you catch a look in his eye that makes you think heâs up to something.
âWhy donât you and Aerion accompany me to Driftmark? Itâs still early, and you can come back by dragonback before youâre needed,â he suggests.
You have been meaning to keep your mind off all the racing thoughts that kept you up at night, and well, you are extremely curious. Itâs not common for him to invite you to accompany him anywhere. Thatâs what your grandmother does.
âVanessa,â you address your handmaiden, and give your grandfather an answer. âReturn inside, if anyone asks for me tell them where I am and that I will return soon.â
Your handmaiden offers you a comprehensive nod and goes off to do as you asked, letting you walk with your grandfather toward his boat under the morning sky pampered with fluffy white clouds that make you feel a smidge of joy as certain memories infiltrate your mind.
âOn nice days like these my father would take me sailing,â you muse with your grandfather. âIâm pretty sure the septa giving me lessons would despise when he would pull me from my lessons since I was a princess and had no business doing boy stuff, but,â you grin softly. âHe was the prince consort, he did as he pleased and my mother never minded. Besides, I encouraged him,â you pause and feel your eyes begin to sting without much warning.
âHe taught me a lot of shipsâŠI miss him,â you finish in a whisper.
Your grandfather lets out a deep sigh and you see him nod along with you from the corner of your eye.
âDid he teach you how to read maps?â Your grandfather wonders.
You nod. âYes, and star charts. I could learn more about those, but I could follow the stars North and to Kingâs Landing with no map. HeâŠnever tried to leave anything out, he was always so excited.â
Your grandfather hums and you glance over at him to address something else on your chest. âIâm glad you decided to side your fleet and Driftmark with my mother.â
His dark eyes meet yours and he quirks a brow. âWhy would I side with Aegon?â
Well besides him being a man, thereâs also the fact that itâs highly theorized Daemon killed his son. You believe and hate him for it, but no matter how much you want to share that belief, you bite your tongue and shrug as if it was just a concerned-filled thought.
Your grandfather understands your speechless response and holds your gaze as he gives his vague response. âI had many reasons to side with your mother.â
You offer him a simple proud smile and reach his boat in a peaceful silence only filled by the crashing waves and the cawing of seabirds. You had hoped to feel a hint of those exciting and tender feelings you oftentimes felt with your father when you were out at sea, but even if you walk with his father, those feelings you ache to reconnect to arenât anywhere close, reminding you that youâll never be with your father ever again, or have a bond with any father-figure.
Albeit your grandfather does let you sail the boat to Driftmark, but as excited you do feel to show off your skills and once again maneuver a boat, you still feel empty within.
âMy dragon loves the sea,â you begin to say with the intention of persuading him to use your aid at sea whilst you keep an eye on the distant waters. âAnd I have learned how to use a bow and arrow on dragonback, perhaps I could be the dragon rider to protect your fleet when battle hits our shores, or we attack theirs,â you finish and peer back at him with a sly grin, unknowingly reminding him of his son when he was your age and eager to prove his worth. You even wore the same sly smile Laenor wore when he was proving himself a fine sailor and dragonrider.
âThatâŠâ he starts off quietly but then clears his throat and sounds as mighty as ever. âThat would honor me.â
You offer him a happy smile over your shoulder and then let your gaze fall on Aerion strapped on your chest, noticing him watching the waves with his eyes wide and full of wonder.
However, the wonder slowly gets lost as he starts to get lulled to sleep. He tries to fight the sleep to keep watching the moving waves, but heâs outmatched and loses himself to sleep not long before you arrive at Driftmarkâs shore.
Unlike Dragonstone, Driftmark is more lively with people; both townspeople and soldiers from the fleets as well as those who work on your grandfather's massive ship. Some seem worried that something could happen at any given moment, while others seem to be happy just mindlessly living.
You begin to wonder about that happiness, you donât envy their joy, a part of you resents all these people being so happy and living their lives unaffected by the death of Driftmarkâs Heir. You wonder why it is they donât feel what youâre plagued with, you want them to feel your sorrow.
But then you do realize that youâre just letting your pain cloud your judgment.
âBesides having you accompany me,â your grandfather interjects, pulling your attention away from the large ship. âI wanted to share something I have been thinking of as of late.â
You clasp your hands together and out of instinct reach out to fiddle with the ring Aemond gave you, but youâre then surprised when you feel that your ringer finger is bare.
You spare a glance at your finger and drift your gaze to the ground, but youâre then reminded of the fact that you left your ring behind in your borrowed quarters at Castle Black.
You probably wonât ever see it againâŠ
ââŠI was hoping that when Aerion is older he could be my ward,â your grandfather catches your attention and makes you furrow your eyebrows and look at him with disbelief, and slightly bothered.
âOf course,â he continues, âhe wonât have to join me until heâs much older, but he is Laenorâs grandson, I want him to know the sea, and I want to teach him about ships and how to command fleets like I taught your father.â
You glance at your sleeping son and cradle the back of his head as if protecting him from being parted from you.
âHeâs the son of a second son, he wonât inherit a crown or a castle from his father, but he could inheritâŠmy title.â
You snap your eyes over to him and come to a slow stop as youâre overcome with surprise. You want to be filled with pride and joy, but thereâs an obstacle that stops you. âBut,â you mutter your thought out loud. âHe is Aemondâs son. A man who opposes us. A man who killed your heir.â
Your grandfather turns away from his ship and faces you, and doesnât fail to nod in agreement. âAye, he is the son of Prince Aemond, but Aerion has salt-littered blood. He is the grandson of Laenor Velaryon, my son.â
Aerion is also your son, and you are also your father's firstborn, and only biological child, but he doesnât seem to ever mention that! What are you, a painted portrait?
You wouldâve loved to inherit Driftmark and his title of Lord of the Tides, but no!
You would ask about Rhaena getting that chance before Aerion since she is the daughter of his only daughter, but you donât see that having a good answer, so you donât even waste your breath.
âWhat of Joffrey?â You bring up. âHe should be your heir.â
Your grandfather sighs and nods stiffly but quickly counters you. âPerhaps, but I want it to be Aerion. The grandson of my son.â
Itâs not hard to realize the actual truth behind his response; Joffrey is the bastard son of your father. With Lucerys gone, he can actually name an actual Velaryon his heir. It doesnât seem fair, your father loved your brothers whether they were his or not, but who are you to deny Aerion of a fruitful future?
He comes first now, and it doesnât seem like your grandfather is actually asking your permission or for your actual thoughts, his mind seems mind up, so with a deep breath and a hesitant smile you accept what he brings up. âThatâŠwould make me happy. And Iâm sure it wouldâve made my father happy.â
Your grandfather offers you a smile and surprises you by patting your shoulder as an endearing gesture that brings aâŠsilence where you smile faintly out of pride, but you canât help but think what next. Youâve never actually spent so much time with your grandfather, and if you do your grandmother has always been with you.
âWhy donât you show your knowledge on the ship,â your grandfather luckily drifts the attention over.
However, just as you approach the plank resting on the dock, he stops you by grabbing your shoulder and interjecting loudly. âAlyn!â
You follow his gaze and blink repeatedly in surprise when you see the same Addam of Hull who fought in your engagement tourney.
When the manâs eyes fall on you beside your grandfather his lips part in surprise, but when he reaches you he closes his mouth and bows his head. âPrincess,â he greets you properly right away.
âSer,â you greet him quite excitedly.
âGood,â your grandfather cuts in and steps back. âYou remember each other.â
You drift your gaze to your grandfather and express your confusion with knitted eyebrows that he helps ease with a quick response. âI sent him to check on you for me when I was fighting in the Step Stones.â
Instead of going to you himself?
Whatever.
âReally?â You ask with more surprise. âWell thank you, he was a very excellent jouster who brought Driftmark and me great pride.â
Alyn offers you a stiff smile and bows his head as a thank you.
âGood, Iâm glad to hear he canât show his skill,â your grandfather fills the manâs silence. âWhy donât I let you get reacquainted.â
Without room to argue he walks away and leaves you alone with Ser Alynâor is it just Alyn since it was your grandfather who sent him?
âSeeing you again makes this world feel small. I never thought our paths would cross again,â you fill the silence to avoid awkward silences.
âIn truth neither did I,â he admits. âBut it is an honor.â
You offer him a smile and notice how much more muscular he is now compared to before. Heâs also a lot more serious too.
âWhoââ
âAlyn!â
You both turn your attention to the caller, and you see a tall and thin man with long dreadlocks approaching with a bright and charming grin that immediately works to intrigue you.
Albeit when he notices your unique white hair, your long and elegant red gown finer than any material heâs touched; accompanied with shiny gold jewelry on your hands and neck, he realizes that you are no ordinary woman. The manâs grin slowly disappears at the realization and he slows down towards Alyn. Once heâs finally nearby he straightens up and doesnât fail to bow when he joins you and Alyn.
âMy Princess,â the mystery man greets you with a nervous but charming smile that actually serves to completely get rid of any tension or awkward atmosphere he couldâve brought.
âPrincess,â Alyn interjects and looks at the man in blue beside him. âThis is my brother Addam. Addam, this is the Princess, granddaughter of Lord Corlys Velaryon.â
You and Addam meet each other's gaze and that snobby princess Addam already imagined youâd be upon laying eyes on you completely falls apart when you offer him a bright smile in return. You perhaps are one of the most majestic beauties heâs ever laid his eyes on, he canât help but think. Even from afar you were luminous and almost like an illusion, but from up close he could see your beauty was no illusion, he could see a sadness in your eyes, but so much more that intrigued him.
You give him your name and Addamâs eyes proceed to fall on the sleeping infant strapped on your chest. âWho is this?â
You cradle your baby's head and introduce him to Addam and Alyn. âThis is my son, Aerion Targaryen.â
âHm, not one to care about first impressions I see,â Addam throws out boldly, making his brother shoot him a warning glare. You, however, laugh genuinely in return, which is something that surprises even you. You didnât think you could ever laugh the way you just did again.
âHe takes after his father,â you mirror his humor.
âWell, weâll let this lad get away with it this time.â
You scoff and nod. âIâll make sure heâs more prepared next time,â you remark lightheartedly.
He hums and glances over at his brother. âCould I ask how you met?â
âAt a tourney,â you answer for Alyn. âLast year. Apparently, he was sent by my grandfather.â
âTourney?â Addam asks as if itâs the first time hearing of it. âArenât you supposed to be a knight?â
âActually I was trying to get to that too,â you share and both wait for a response from the serious man.
âWell I was surprised to see what money could buy,â he remarks. âI was deceitful when I entered. I am no knight.â
You hum and ease his growing worry right away by assuring him. âWell, I would say you were actually quite entertaining and impressive. You fought well and won.â
Addam pats his brother's back and whispers, âIâm proud of you.â
You watch Addam offer his brother a very faint smile and you canât help but remember the grief you had pushed aside as you remember the brother you lost.
âI was hoping to have some early brunch with my brother,â Addam now directs at you. âBut it seems insignificant now that you have graced us with your presence.â
You can't help but smile with amusement and feel slightly flattered. Addam is surely more outgoing than his brother in a way that doesnât fail to catch your interest and actually helps bring attention to his fierce spirit that you canât help but feel the need to get to know.
Actually meeting him makes you feel like you found something you had been in search of your whole life.
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A/N- romantic or platonic? (For those who have read moonlight before already know but please donât spoil it for the rest heheh :)
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Chapter 9 Pure as The Driven Snow
Chapter 9 of Moonlight
A/N- Weâre back with new chapters! I hope you guys like it. I got real nervous writing this. I don't know why! Also is it a sign that your dragon likes your lover more than your husband?
Warning- some swearing, talks of pregnancy, Angst!, fluff, hunting SPOILERS, LONG CHAPTER.
Pairing- Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!fem-reader, Cregan Stark x Velaryon!fem-reader
Episode- After 1x10 & before 2x01
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*A FEW MONTHS AGO*
âDragon fruit for the dragon Princess?â
âPearl necklace for the Siren of Driftmark?â
âOranges? They are good for a growing babe.â
You touch your 6-month-old swollen belly and come to another stop in front of a stand to study the big round oranges stacked so neatly on the crates.
âHow much?â You ask the vendor.
The man puts his hands on his hips and studies his fruit for a moment before facing you. âDiscount for you Princess. 5 Silver dragons.â
You glance at Aemond, and he makes his hesitation known before handing you your pouch of money. He doesnât find this trip necessary, he says that whatever you want can be brought to you right away, especially because youâre with child, but, being stuck in the same rooms all day is torture! You told him the baby and you would go mad while batting your eyelashes really sweetly and he hesitantly accepted without a fight.
âIâll give you 10 golden dragons instead of silver,â you tell the vendor as you get out the golden coins that make the manâs eyes almost pop out of eyes. âFind good use for it.â
The man shares a nervous laugh and takes the money, but holds your hand before he steps away and bows his head. âThank you, Princess. Thank you, may the gods bless you and yours.â
You offer him a kind smile, and then gently pull away to pick the oranges, but he suddenly blocks the oranges with his hands. âNo, these are no good. I have perfect ones. Juicy and sweet.â
He crouches and pulls out a box from under the table and hands it to you. Albeit before you can even reach for it, Ser Criston takes the box for you.
âHave a nice day, sir,â you direct at the man before you continue down the street lively with people.
â<He ripped you off you know,>â Aemond grumbles in High Valyrian so the people around you wouldnât understand him.
You scoff softly and hook your arm around his. âIn Winterfell, Lady Arra, and Lord Stark treated their people like they were friends and they got respect.â You sigh and shrug gently. âOf course, I know not everyone has good intentions, but Lord Stark taught me how to read people. I try to use his advice when talking to people here, it is why I know this guy was no trickster.â
Aemond hums in comprehension but doesnât actually agree or take in what you said. You may be down amongst the people, but heâs in the clouds where heâs untouchable. The only thing that matters is your mention of Lord Stark.
âYou and Lord Stark are close friends?â
You donât remove your hand from his arm even if youâre tempted to, you donât let your eyes flicker even if you have the burning need to look away to hide the truth. You keep the faint smile that decorates your features and keep looking around. âWell considering I lived in Winterfell for five years, yes, we are good friends. Or were.â
âYou donât write?â He probes and keeps his focus on you to try and watch for anything that might give you away. âYou often get letters from Winterfell.â
Thereâs no excuse for a lingering silence, you canât breathe a certain way because heâs paying close attention, so you turn your head to meet his gaze and share your rehearsed lie. âSometimes, but I talk to someone else. A lady friend that lives in the castle. One of late Lady Arraâs friends.â
Aemond holds your gaze and tries to pick up on something just a hair out of place, but you keep composed well and he goes unaware once again, letting you let out a small breath and smile with relief.
âI wonât go poor by giving these people something extra. Bless them and the gods bless you. Lady Stark would say that.â You return the subject to what you were previously talking about. âBesides I actually got a craving for oranges. Or the babe did.â You grin and touch your belly again, feeling a small movement now that makes you giddy.
âFeel,â you beckon Aemond and snatch his hand from his side to press it against your small belly. âHeâs moving.â
Aemond comes to a stop in the middle of the street and caresses your belly very gently, letting you watch his blue eye soften, and those thin lips show a faint smile.
And since it took him no time to show his affection or his bliss you canât help but grin in awe before you slide his hand to the other side. âSee?â You interject softly. âHe wants oranges.â
A wider smile tugs on Aemondâs face before he takes your hand again and continues to walk with you down the street.
âYou do not know that it is a boy,â he likes to remind you.
You giggle. âI do. Itâs an instinct. When I imagine the babe I see a boy. Always. We will have a boy. Iâll even bet you.â
Aemond scoffs and smirks. âYou can place your bets with Aegon. He never turns down the chance to gamble. I believe you.â
âGood,â you grin. âNow I wonder how many kids we will have, six? I want a big family. But if I canât have so many I will be content with two, but we need to have a baby girl.â
âSo you can name her Daenys?â Aemond finishes for you, making you look at him with awe.
âYou remember?â You probe.
A small smirk spreads on his lips and he nods. âI do. Youâd only bore me with stories about her.â
You roll your eyes. âI wouldnât bore you. Youâd bring me the books!â
âBecause it was your favorite,â he counters softly.
You laugh softly and nod. âIt still is. Maybe our Daenys will be an amazing dreamer just like the great legend that saved our house.â
âYes,â he agrees with an obvious glee in his voice. âMaybe.â
You let out a content sigh and rest your head on his shoulder while you take in the stands you pass.
âSpare some food? Money?â A child with his face covered in dirt asks. âSomething small?â
â<He just wants to steal from you, they always have money.>â Aemond points out.
Even if he did, you donât care, you stop and turn to pick out an orange off the box.
The kids' eyes grow curious, and they follow your hand as you move it towards him. You pretend youâre going to give him a single orange, but you then hand it to Aemond and instead grab the box from Ser Cristonâs hold.
âTake it,â you tell the kid. âItâs for you.â
You put the box down in front of him and offer him a smile before you move on. This time Aemond doesnât remark on your actionsâyou wouldn't care either way, so he just lets it pass and takes your hand in his again so you wouldnât wander off just as you approach the outer castle gates.
However, before you can cross the courtyard, a woman with a bright red dress walks out of her house and announces something that steals your immediate attention. âWish to know your future, my Princess?â
âPrincess,â Ser Criston immediately interjects. âSheâs only trying to take your money. Itâs a scam. Leave it.â
You flick your wrist down and take the money pouch from Aemondâs side.
âYour worry is misplaced, Ser,â the pretty lady with beautiful and remarkable colored eyes cuts in. âBut I understand. Patience is a fickle thing is it not, Ser Criston Cole? If only you had known it, you would be happy now.â Her eyes dart to you and then go back to him quickly as if trying to point something out.
You donât read into it, or demand an explanation, you let her continue as she looks between all three of you. âI am a humble servant of the Lord of Light,â she rebuttals, âI only mean to give the Princess insight for her eyes are covered and her soul is basked by darkness.â
You smile at her eagerly and let Aemond go to step towards her. âWhat is your name?â You ask first.
The woman's bright eyes meet yours and her lips tug upward just slightly. âI am Kinvara, Priestess of the Lord of Light.â
Your name passes Aemondâs lips, but you disregard his warning and the priestess tries to ease Aemondâs worry in your mother tongue. â<I am no one to fear, fear resides in the whispers that are heard in the shadows, and from the lips of pretenders,â she pauses and narrows her eyes on him. âYou see clearly with her at your side, venture too far and you're left blind. Donât let the shadows consume you, My Prince, or darkness is all youâll know.>â
You glance at him and grin brightly before facing her again. âNow can you tell me what I seek?â You press impatiently.
Kinvara turns and walks inside, speechlessly motioning you to follow, but before you can you face Aemond first. âWait for me out here,â you tell him.
Aemond shoots you a pointed glare and grabs your arm. âLetâs go. This is all fake. She will take your money.â
You pat his cheek and give him one last piece of reassurance. âShe can try but sheâll never steal my riches,â you quip. âIâll be fine, itâs just for fun.â
You shoot him a small smile and then lean in to kiss his cheek before you follow after the Red Priestess, finding a single fire lit on a golden bowl in the middle of the elegant parlor room.
âHow much will it cost?â You ask her as you slowly wander to the stand holding the bowl.
âNothing but your attention,â she shares in a soothing voice. âAnd a drop of your blood.â
You stop before the bowl and donât question offering her your hand even if you should, and Kinvara doesn't make it any harder. Sheâs quick and doesnât hesitate picking out a single thin needle before gently cupping your hand and poking the sharp end on the pad of your thumb.
When a scarlet drop of blood crawls out of the small wound she pulls your hand over the flames and turns it to face the flames. After the single drop of blood falls in the flames she lets your hand go and throws the needle in the flames to let the fire eat away at it.
âYou have fire-made flesh, a gift from the Lord of Light,â she begins to say bluntly.
You wouldâve liked to be eased into it, but youâre no expert so you clasp your hands over your belly and watch her eyes read the dancing flames with curiosity.
âYou have salt-littered blood and a dragon-made soul that burns fiercely and passionately; she flies high within the clouds in search of somethingâŠâ she lets the words slip out as if she was chanting a spell, and then meets your gaze across the flames.
You should be intimidated, but youâre just eager to know more.
ââŠthree hearts,â Kinvara adds. âOne made of ice, two of fire. Three soul made dragonsâŠâ
Three, huh?
ââŠand loyalty.â
Itâs hard to piece anything together but you still canât help but feel joy, and an overwhelming curiosity that pushes you to pick at one thing that caught your attention. âThree soul-made dragons? Does it mean Iâll have three kids?â
Kinvara smiles sweetly. âSmart girl, but youâll have seven. The three I see will grow, theyâll know happiness and long lives.â She hums and blinks whilst her smile fades to a smirk. âBut sins will burden them and cast over them like shadows.â
Right away your smile fades and for the first time since you saw her, fear begins to crawl across your mind. âWhatâŠdoes that mean?â You ask quietly.
The red priestess lifts her chin and sighs. âYouâll know.â
How insightful.
âOne more thing,â she interjects and moves away from her spot to reach you and grab your hands âFire kills the girl and awakens the dragon. Follow the flames for they are sweet to you since the moment your right was taken.â
You let out a deep breath and nod stiffly. You donât understand completely, or at all actually, but you nod in comprehension before you just feed one more piece of curiosity. âCould I read the flames as well?â
Kinvara moves back across the flames and points her chin to the fire, encouraging you to try and read what the flames could tell you.
âYou might not see your own future, remember that. If you see anything it will only be glimpses,â she lets you know while you step forward and focus your eyes on the bright flames seeming to lure you in; but not like every other time before, this calling is different now, you donât have the urge to touch the flames or bathe yourself in their fierce beauty.
What calls you now are whispers; unclear, but trying to make sense in their own way.
âListen,â Kinvara says as if can read your mind. âAnd open your eyes.â
She canât mean your actual eyes because those are already open, she must mean it metaphorically or whatever, and as difficult as it seems you draw out a deep breath and focus on nothing else but the dancing flames; you donât let Aemond come to mind, nor do you think about what was told to you, you narrow your gaze slightly and watch in silence.
After a few moments, you start to grow irritated, but suddenly before that frustration breaks your focus you freeze and catch your breath when you see snow falling. Itâs clear as day as if youâre living through what you see.
Something falls with the snow though, something thicker and different in color. Itâs slightly intoxicating and brings a stench of fire and smoke with it.
You have the urge to dive deeper to figure out what you see, but the scene changes to more white plains covered in snow, ashes, and bones, and above it stands a woman with silver hair. She stands above it all while a winter storm descends upon her. You see her start to turn her head but before you can make out her face, fire is all you see.
â<A long winter.> Kinvara breaks the silence and pulls your attention back to her.
â<Yes,>â you respond in High Valyrian as it actually makes sense.
The priestess offers you a smile and walks to the door. âIt was a pleasure meeting you. Iâll see you again.â
Youâre left in so much disbelief that you donât question what she means by âIâll see you again.â, you bid her a farewell and return to Aemond.
âI was about to barge in there,â Aemond says in a rush.
You blink repeatedly and meet his gaze with your disbelief still clinging to your features. Aemond notices and grabs your shoulders.
âWhat is it? What did she do?â He hisses.
You draw out a deep breath and with that push away all your disbelief to not worry him over something thatâs not clear.
âNothing, she simply told me weâll have seven kids,â you share the only thing that was clear.
Aemond scoffs in disbelief but he leaves it at that. Just as you do.
ââ
*NOW. WINTERFELL*
When you think of home, Aerion, your mother, and your brothers are what you picture in your mind. They are your home, it doesnât matter the place, as long as theyâre with you thatâs what you call home.
But oftentimes, when the word home comes up, when you think about home sometimes you picture these tall grey walls, you see these snow-covered hills, the white skies that stretch for miles and bring icy winds and delicate and beautiful snow. You see grey eyes and a timid smile. You remember the warmth from all the fires lit all day and the warmth his body provides. You think of home and someone who isnât your husband is all you see. You try to fight it, but your longing is stronger than your will.
Now as you stand in these snowy planes and feel this instant comfort fill your heart all you can think about is how dangerous it is.
You were too hasty to make your suggestion and climb your dragon. Youâre only steps away and as heart racing as it is, you also canât help but strain your heart with anxiety as well.
Letters are completely different than seeing face to face again than feeling his hand grab yours and feeling his lips brush your knuckles. Jacaerys is here but will that stop your deep desires? Will that stop him from being mad at you for being distant and not writing to him anymore? Will that stop that tension?
But why is it that a problem?! Youâre married! And you love Aemond, heâs your home too; him and Aerion are your family. A family you built after being apart from your own, and even if you have this new strain, you still want to fix it, you still want to fight for Aemond and your family. You have to be strong for them. You canât give in to what feels comfortable and what your heart might cry for. You have to be strong. You have to be friends and nothing more.
âItâs snowing,â Jacerys muses as he reaches for a snowflake. âI honestly thought there would be more.â
You glance at the open gates and already imagine him waiting in that courtyard in front of his staff, family, and friends. Itâs impossible to ignore two dragons descending in front of your home after hearing about an impending war and a call for a declaration from the Greens.
âItâs a lot colder than I thought it would be down here,â Jacaerys adds to his rambling. âHow did you ever do it?â
âWell we are in the North,â you mutter unaware of your tone.
âOh, no need to get snippy, I know where we are,â your brother remarks.
You sigh and turn to him. âSorry,â you admit. âIt's just what if he says no? Itâs almost winter, his people need him here. And what would he gain from supporting one or the other, he could just decide to remain neutral.â
Jacaerys leans forward and tries to be assertive. âHeâll gain the Queen's lifelong gratitude, and a chance to prove his loyaltyâŠheâs a Stark, you know that, they take pride in their loyalty. I donât see why heâll turn us away. Do you?â
No, but thatâs not really why youâre worried, in one form or the other you just needed to be assured.
âI see your point,â you tell him.
Jacaerys gaze lingers on you to be an assuring brother for a moment longer before itâs time to break away from your running thoughts and growing panic and face Cregan with your head held up high, and a fierce determination on your face.
Yet when you walk past those main gates, that fierce determination is met with inklings of worry. Your head is high, but itâs practiced, itâs years of practice, there's a tension on your shoulders, and your breathing is slightly hitched because of your racing heart making your lungs work overtime.
You try to show your confidence in your stride, you are the Queen's daughter after all, but the closer you get to that courtyard the more you hide behind Jacaerys, as if that will help you avoid anything youâre about to face.
If someone were to guess, theyâd say itâs your first time here with the way youâre cowering behind your brother and letting him carry all the confidence and pride for you both, but itâs not. As you trail behind your brother, some people you pass by actually recognize you.
You are Winterfell's luminous sun after all, the warmth and light in the darkest winter storm and lightest snow days, capable of melting the most stubborn ice. To their Lord though you are much more and itâs been easy to notice since the moment your purple dragon was seen. You are the reason he smiles, and the sun that gleams in his grey eyes.
But like the sun you hide. You finally make it to the main courtyard but Jacaerys is the first one seen and almost the only one they can see. You donât want to come out of hiding because you donât want to see him.
Your heart is pumping so fast, and your hands are trembling. You can almost feel a tightness grab ahold of your chest.
âJacaerys,â you call out in a quiet panic.
Said man turns and when he does he uses his whole body to move away from you, in that moment leaving a clear and open view of none other than Cregan Stark. There he stands, tall, proud, and mighty. Grey eyes bright and soft even against his hardened gaze. His pink lips form into the faintest smile that you notice right away because you canât help it, everyone and everything disappears, leaving only him and you in the snow-covered courtyard.
Not even your initial panic exists anymore, it melts away, and your body eases with a simple look into his familiar eyes. Your once-racing heart slows down, but now flutters and skips a beat, and you canât stop it. Just like he canât help himself because here you are again, across from him with light snow perfectly raining over you, eyes so deep and captivating that he loses himself within with ease. Your face is basked by a gleam of light that makes you so much more divine, and a heartwarming smile decorates your perfectly sculpted lips.
Now he knows composure, he knows his place, but in this small escape where only you and him exist, itâs costing everything within him not to break away and capture your lips with his. He just wants to grab and kiss you, but your trance is broken by the sound of your name being announced followed by your house.
ââŠof House Velaryon, wife of Aemond Targaryen.â And then there's that ridiculous reminder that you are not his anymore.
Luckily that cruel reminder is not with you, instead, thereâs another, smaller in stature, but still standing tall and mighty with gold dragon emblems on his belt and on his cloaks broach. He proudly wears the colors black and red which shows who he is without the need of an introduction.
âPrince Jacaerys, of house Velaryon,â the guard still announces the man youâre accompanied with.
âMy Prince, my Princess,â Cregan speaks in that thick northern accent that makes your heart swoon. âWelcome to Winterfell.â He bows his head, and the crowd behind him mirrors him.
When he raises his head again and stands tall the first thing he does is meet your gaze. You should glance away and share why youâre here, but you part your lips and only a soft breath comes out as you hold his gaze.
âItâs a pleasure to have you back, Princess,â Cregan addresses you formally, hiding away the history you share. âThe North has missed you.â
Your cheeks grow warm, and your lips form a flattered smile before you announce it. âYou flatter me, My Lord. I have missed the North, and the snow as well.â
He huffs in amusement and spares a glance at the falling snow. âWell youâre lucky then, it just started to snow. It seems you brought a late summer snow with you.â
You share a breathless giggle, and his eyes share his awe.
âMy Lord,â Jacaerys cuts in and reminds you heâs here too.
âOh right,â you cut in and look at your brother, seeing his eyebrows furrow as he looks at you and then glances at Cregan. You ignore him and grab his arm to go on proudly. âLord Stark, my brother, and my mother's heir, Jacaerys Velaryon.â You share what he was already told, but it feels right to introduce him yourself again. âJacaerys, this is Lord Cregan Stark.â
âIt's a pleasure, my prince, welcome to the North,â Cregan addresses him kindly, making you smile. âYour sister has told me many tales about you. Itâs a pleasure to finally meet you.â
Your brother bows his head. âLikewise, my sister speaks fondly of her stay here too.â
Cregan glances at you and the corner of his lips twitch ever so slightly.
âI do wish I was here under better circumstances to have some of that fun my sister always goes on about,â Jacaerys starts to get to the point, leaving no time to wander. But thatâs good, you are here on business, you canât forget that.
âBut unfortunately we are here under orders of the Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen,â Jacaerys proclaims, making the crowd murmur as the whispers theyâve heard are finally confirmed.
Cregan nods stiffly and glances back at his great hall just behind him. âI assumed so,â he says and looks back at Jacaerys and you. âLetâs go talk inside. Iâm sure this change of weather is not so agreeable for southerners used to warm summers.â
Jacaerys scoffs softly and nods before he follows Creganâs lead unaware of the fact that heâs leaving you behind as youâre stopped by some people in the crowd.
âPrincess,â a thin middle-aged man who works inside the castle greets you and steals your attention.
âGood sir, John,â you greet him with a smile. âHow is your daughter?â You ask as you remember how she had been when you left.
The man nods eagerly and smiles in return. âVery well, my princess. Healthy and strong. The gods let her survive her fever,â he shares and points behind you. You follow his line of gaze and see his daughter in a tall tower watching what you can only assume are the dragons in the distance.
âI told you sheâs strong,â you tell him with genuine relief.
âPrincess,â one of the cooks addresses you, making you turn to her and smile.
âMs Maribell,â you turn your attention to her. âIâm glad to see you.â
âAnd you,â she returns sweetly. âI hear you have a son, where is he now? Why didnât you bring him?â
You nod. âYes,â you share excitedly and touch your chest. âAerion. Heâs four months old, but sadly I had to leave him behind with my mother, what Iâm out here doing is no place for children Iâm afraid. But I do want to bring him after these affairs are in order.â
âWhen you do, stop by here,â she suggests. âIâm sure heâll love Winterfell as much as you did.â
You grin and nod, but before you can add more to your friendly conversation, your name cuts through the icy breeze. You look over and see your brother with a pressing look.
âMy brother beckons me, Iâll see you all later,â you excuse yourself and offer them a small head bow before you stride to your brother and take his arm.
â<We are not here for a friendly visit,â he whispers sharply in High Valyrian. âI know your history here, but please stay focused.>â
You sigh and look ahead, catching Creganâs vigilant gaze focused on you after he, unbeknownst to you, watched you interact with his people and treated them like they were your long-lost friends. It honestly fills his heart with a warmth that makes his grey eyes gleam with a joy that you easily notice against his nonchalant expression while he waits for you and your brother.
Since he so often wears a hardened expression on his face itâs hard to know what he feels, but after five years you learned how to read him like a soulmate reads its other half without a need for words. Yet you don't know the exact reason why he was so touched.
âForgive our delay,â Jacaerys instantly brings up like a proper Prince. âMy sister is easily distracted.â
Cregan lets you walk in the great hall first and once the doors close behind him he huffs and responds. âYes, I remember, so do not worry, my Prince.â
You glance at your brother and pass him a teasing look. He meets your gaze and shoots you a warning glare before he brings you both to a stop just under Lord Starkâs throne.
âI hope the northern winds werenât too harsh,â Cregan addresses while he walks to his chair.
âWell they were colder the closer we got to Winterfell, but they helped our dragons pick up speed to deliver this message from Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen,â Jacaerys makes a quick workaround to why youâre here.
âJust last night I received an envoy from your uncle who calls himself King as well,â Cregan says as he takes the sealed scroll from Jacaerys.
âNo, you got an envoy from a Usurper,â you immediately correct him. âThe true ruler is the one the late King Viserys appointed as his heir, Queen Rhaenyra. That never changed nor was it his will for it to change after his death.â
Cregan glances at you and stares at you in silence for a moment as he processes your words before he finally opens the scroll and reads what was written.
âYour father bent the knee to Queen Rhaenyra when she was named heir, and swore that House Stark and the North will follow the line of succession,â Jacaerys adds to the point to try and further convince Cregan. âNow Queen Rhaenyraâs throne was stolen and demands you follow your father's path and stand proudly in support of her rule and war if it arises.â
You have seen so little of your brother's political side since you were reunited, so now that you see it you canât help but be in awe of the man standing tall beside you, proving himself a worthy heir.
âYour words move me,â Cregan finally interjects as he lowers the scroll to look at Jacaerys and you. âAnd your presence honors me. Winterfell is almost at the edge of the world, but you still came to deliver this in your mother's regard,â he says and makes some of that tension release from Jacaerys shoulders. âI know of my father's oath to your Queen. I also know how deep disloyalty cuts when itâs made by oneâs own kin, your sister was here to witness my uncle usurping my rightful place as LordâŠwhich is why I do not intend to break oath today. The North will not break oath today,â Cregan proclaims confidently and with no falter, relieving your brother of his worry, but not yours.
âBut,â Cregan proves your worry worthwhile. âWinter is coming my Prince, my Princess. And these seem almost like family affairs. The Queen has my loyalty, but why should we support this war? My priorities are with my people and providing for them before Winter arrives.â
You and Jacaerys share a conflicted look, but neither of you are stuck on what to say, you're just debating who should speak in your defense. You with an advantage, or Jacaerys with a blunt but respectful tongue?
Honestly, you both probably have great points, but in your speechless exchange, Jacaerys trusts you.
âI understand,â you argue and step forward, gaining all of Creganâs attention. âI have not lived a true winter, but I understand your hesitance, My Lord. I understand your people need you now more than ever, but the Greens have an advantage, thatâs something we can admit, and they will not be afraid to use it against you, and your Queen. They already steal from her, will you stand to see them take more? Will you stand and see your people and lands burnt? Will you sit and do nothing as injustice is acted upon your Queen? Or will you and your people fight for whatâs right, and for the greater or good of the North?â
Cregan shifts in his seat and keeps his hardened gaze on you for a long and tense silence. You could read what he might be thinking, but you look at your brother and fall back by his side to wait for a response.
âYour words move me,â Cregan interjects with a small huff. âAnd leave me a lot to think about. I hope you understand my choice will not be taken lightly, I must speak with my own people on these matters, just be assured that the North supports the rightful Queen.â
Cregan stands from his seat and Jacaerys steps forward to cut in. âHow long will we have to wait?â
Cregan raises his chin. âSoon, I swear,â he promises. âAs for now, you must be tired from your travel. Baths will be drawn in your quarters, and supper will be served shortly in this hall.â
You draw in a deep breath and much to your surprise youâre the one who grows impatient instead of Jacaerys. âThank you, My Lord Stark,â you deadpan and bow your head.
Said man catches your tone before the change on your face, but says nothing on the matter. Instead, he walks down and points to the door that leads to your apartments.
Yet before you can make any attempt to walk out, the doors open and a servant carrying a dark-haired child walks in, and without as much as insight to clue you in, you know who the child is right away, you can see it in his familiar dark eyes, and that kind resting face.
âOh gods,â you muse excitedly and lose all your annoyance in the blink of an eye. âIs this baby Rickon?â You direct at Cregan.
âYes, this is my boy,â he assures you and you donât wait for the wet nurse to come to you, you meet her halfway.
âJacaerys,â you exclaim as you grab the childâs hand with a bright grin. âI helped deliver this child!â You squeal and turn back to the baby.
âI believe it,â your brother mutters.
âHello little Lord,â you greet the baby a bit too excited. âLook at you, you look like your motherâŠMay I?â You direct at the wet nurse, and she doesnât hesitate to hand you the child who is a mirror of Arra.
âHello,â you greet him again a lot softer this time since he looks at you puzzled. âI know you donât remember me, but I remember you. How old are you now? 1?â
You donât expect an answer, but the baby does. âHello.â
You beam at him and caress his head while you share a happy look at Cregan. âI canât believe it. Words truly arenât enough, Rickon is so big. Iâm so proud.â
âHe wouldâve been out to greet you but you caught him in his naptime,â he says and steps towards you but keeps his distance.
âHe looks like his mother,â you tell him and look back at Rickon, catching him taking the pearls around your neck. âAh, yes, nice huh?â
âHello,â he says again, making you laugh and turn to start heading to your quarters with the others trailing behind you. âMy Aerion likes my jewelry too,â you tell him. âBut he likes to suck on it. You just like to look at it, hm?â
âI reckon this little lord is a lot kinder than your Aerion,â Jacaerys teases as he falls by your side.
You roll your eyes at your brother and reassure Rickon. âDon't listen to him. Heâs just mad because Aerion can sense his impatience. Heâs very sweet, and Iâm sure when heâs older youâll be great friends. Iâll make sure of it.â
The baby is unbothered by what you say, but you couldnât be more happier than to see Cregan and your friend's child. He reminds you of Arra, and when you think of Arra you think of where you are, and when you think of where you are all you feel is that comfort embracing you harder, consuming you little by little.
Which is dangerous, you know. The longer you stay here the more you let yourself get consumed by whatâs familiar and kind that the reality in the distance becomes easy to forget.
But you canât. You canât let yourself feel complete comfort or youâll run the risk of falling into the temptation you long for the most. Thus when you finish your bath you donât linger in your borrowed quarters, nor do you explore what you left behind out of curiosity to see whatâs new, you act as if youâll be leaving any minute and visit where Arra was put to rest.
Yet that temptation finds you there and puts it all at risk. You donât know about his looming presence until you turn away from Arraâs tomb.
âLord Stark,â you gasp.
Cregan bows his head. âForgive me I did not mean to startle you, I did not want to interrupt your moment that's all.â
You laugh nervously and glance back at Arraâs tomb. âIf I did not visit her while I was here she would haunt me.â
Cregan hums and you stop avoiding his gaze to look into his grey eyes.
You had hoped to contain yourself, but in the silence that falls as you just look at one another, you canât contain your joy, it takes over you and before you know it youâre beaming like a shining sun and striding over to him.
Cregan gives in the moment you break and meets you halfway with a tight and warm embrace.
âI had come to terms with not seeing you again,â Cregan breaks the silence first as he holds onto you.
âMe too. I really did not think I would see you again,â you murmur excitedly and hold on for longer than either of you wanted to. You just canât seem to let go even if there's a shared silence in which you keep in words that you both are aching to say and just add tension.
âIâŠIâm happy to see you again,â he says instead and pulls back to face you
âYou grew out your hair,â you point out to change the subject. âYou said long hair was for barbarians.â
Cregan chuckles, and you smirk. âWell, I thought I could try it out,â he says. âAnd it keeps my neck warm.â
You study his brown hair that falls just above his shoulders and let yourself have this one thing. âI like it. It suits you well.â
Cregan offers you a thankful nod and takes this time to study you closely again. âYou seem happier this time around,â he points out.
You scoff. âWhat are you saying? Did I look miserable when I got here six years ago?â You tease lightheartedly.
Cregan nods. âYes. You did. This time you look happy though.â
You sigh and glance at the exit as if youâd see your brother. âYes, well my brother is here. As annoying as he can be, I am happy he came with me.â
âMhm.â
You smile softly in response and to avoid staring too long into his eyes you start to walk out. But for a few seconds as you walk aimlessly thereâs a silence that lingers until he finds what to say. âArraâs friend came to see me a few days after you left.â
You glance at him with a curious gaze and probe. âWhy?â
He exhales deeply and confides in you what he hasn't had the heart to share in letters. âShe came to blame me for her death. She said I was the reason she died.â
You come to an immediate halt, and he follows suit and slowly turns to face your sorrowful face.
âShe was hurt, Cregan. It was not your fault. She was just grieving,â you try to comfort him even if he didnât ask for it because you know how much guilt he already carries for Arraâs death and because you can't stand hearing him blame himself.
âWell, there is some truth to it is there not?â He says breathily and averts his gaze.
You draw in a deep breath and reach out, but before you can touch his arm you clasp your hands and fiddle with your ring. âNo. There is not,â you say firmly. âChildbirth is not easy. I hate to admit it but her loss is common. It cannot be helped, so no it is not your fault. Arraâs friend was just grieving the woman she loved.â
Cregan blinks and meets your gaze with gratitude behind his perked lips but hesitation in his grey eyes. You donât think heâs going to say anything and leave it as him just processing what you said, but as you continue walking side by side he finally interjects hesitantly.
âYour sonâŠhow is he?â He asks as if it pains him to actually ask.
You smile proudly. âGood. Spoiled endlessly by all the love my mother is giving him, but heâs good,â you muse. âI wish you could have met him.â
Cregan swallows thickly and finds it in himself to speak. âI wish I could have seen him too, I am sure he looks like you.â
You meet his gaze briefly and nod with glee.
There's so much you can say at this moment, but thereâs also so much you canât say that you end up in this battle of not knowing what you should do. Should you touch into this past that you need to keep closed? Or leave it all unspoken and just filled with tension that threatens to overflow and break you both?
No one would have to know. You could speak about this unspoken past you both cherishâŠBut! Then you think of Aerion, and when you think of your son, you think of his father and once again, you still want to fight for this relationship even if you stand on opposite sides now.
Thus you leave it untouched and just lean towards something else.
However, when you speak Creganâs name to address something else he also speaks your name, leaving you at a crossroads he luckily lets you cross first. âAbout why I cameââ
âDid you come to sweet talk me, princess?â He cuts in and does assume right, but thatâs not what youâre going to say.
âMaybe,â you laugh breathlessly and exhale deeply to get at what you want to say. âBut look, I understand youâre needed here, your people are your priority. Winter is dangerous, which is why we wonât ask for a lot. Weâre proud and honored to get your loyalty, but anything you can spare will help. We may have more dragons, but they lack experience in war, unlike Vhagar.â
Cregan nods in comprehension and does assure you honestly. âI meant when I said Iâll try. I want to help the Queen, I swear. Let me just see what I can spare, winter is not friendly, winter is cruel, you know that.â
More than mostâŠand more than he knowsâŠ
âI know.â You agree softly. âHow long will that take?â
He sighs and shrugs. âA couple of days. Not long. Why are you in a hurry?â
You drag your gaze over to pass him a knowing glance because he knows that your presence means much more than anyone knows, and it brings risks.
Still, he smirks faintly at you.
âI will say,â you admit and smile at him. âI am glad to be back in the North. I missed it. Itâs so loud in Kings Landing compared to here. And the view from my chambers?!â You exclaim without a care in the world. âOver there itâs busy streets, and here itâs serene hills.â
Cregan chuckles softly. âI told you thereâs no place for you so far South anymore. You bring your son here and it is over for you.â
You laugh and nod. âI do love the sun though, and a sea in which I can swim in!â You nudge his arm, and he leans to the side with a smile.
âI will bring the warm sea here, I told you.â
You snort and shake your head. âWhile I'm here we need to show Jacaerys some of the fun we would have. I want him to see some part of Winterfell before we leave.â
Of course, Cregan doesnât argue, he gives in but when he meets your gaze from the corner of his eyes he grows sweet and smug. âNot all the fun though?â
You hold his gaze and shake your head. âNo. Not all the fun.â
He hums and looks at you with a dangerous longing look that you quickly look away from.
âIce fishing?â You suggest.
âYou have an entire day to waste?â He brings up and clears his throat.
You hum in agreement and stroke your chin, unaware of the fact that youâre being walked into the great hall.
âOwl hunting?â Cregan teases in that stern nonchalance, and you canât help but burst out laughing as you remember what he means by that.
âYou think youâre funny huh?â
âYou just laughed.â
You shake your head and grab his arm to laugh more and much harder.
âI canât believe you fell for it the first time.â He keeps taunting you.
You stand tall and throw out an excuse. âI was young.â
Cregan looks at you with his eyebrows furrowed and you look at him and laugh again, unaware of how lost you were until you hear your brother.
âSister. Where have you been? Iâve been looking for you.â
You blink repeatedly and catch your breath before you point back at where you came from. âI visited a friend, Arra, remember? I needed to go visit her resting place before we left.â
Your whereabouts donât really matter anymore, he was worried when he knocked on your door and you didnât answer, but now what he finds more interesting is who you walk in with. He looks between the both of you full of curiosity and takes note of the way you walked in laughing, as well as the smile you wear, and the faint one that decorates the Lord's lips.
âI hope you are both hungry,â Cregan interjects while you come to a stop in front of the grand table. âWe had something prepared for your welcome.â
âThatâs niceââ
âWeâre starving,â you cut your brother off bluntly and make your way around the table. âFlying for so long isnât only draining for our dragons, but for us too.â
You approach Jacaerys and he surprises you by pulling a chair out for you. âOh,â you praise his gesture. âThank you, Jace.â
When you sit though he doesnât walk around Cregan's seat like he should have, he makes sure to sit at your other side, leaving you in between both men.
â<What are you doing?>â You demand to know in High Valyrian.
Jacaerys pulls in his chair close to the table and looks at you to whisper back. â<Sitting.>â
You blink and lean your head back with a teasing smile playing on your lips. â<Are you nervous?>â
He squints and rebuttals immediately. â<What? Why should I be?>â
Youâre choosing to be too naive and pat his shoulder. â<Your big sister is here do not worry.>â
He swats your hand away, and you steal a glance over at Cregan taking his seat beside you
âHow many days do you have to be here before your husband sends you a raven?â Jacaerys fills the silence.
At first, you donât want to entertain his question, heâs only going to make fun of Aemond, but you give him an assumption to be nice. âThree days. The last thing he wrote was, âcome home now. Your place is here.â And that was before we left the Eyrie.â
Jacaerys leans in and continues. âHas he actually written that he misses you?â
You hold his gaze and part your lips to argue in your husband's defense, but those words have not been written on paper so you don't rebuttal Jacaerys, you deflect. âHave you tried to make a move on Baela?â
Jacaerys clenches his jaw and speaks through gritted teeth. âWhat are you on about?â
You grab the cup in front of you and shrug. âWhat? She is your betrothed, it's okay to sneak off and you know, have a little fun.â
âStop it.â
You take a sip of your drink and lean towards him. âWhen we get home I will play a game and lock you both in a roomâoh! No! Iâm brilliant!â You exclaim and push yourself back, making him grimace.
âShut up.â
âNothing boosts romance more than a fun little adventure, just you and her alone,â you share excitedly without shame that youâre talking to your brother about romance as if he were a lady. The gods didnât give you sisters, just five brothers, so you have to make the best of what you have. âI will throw you out of the castle to go fetch dragon eggs, or you know, something fun.â
âYouâre childish,â he snaps at you under his breath.
You exhale deeply and sit back proudly. âAnd when your wedding comes I will be paralyzed with joy. Unless she marries one of our Velaryon cousins,â you finish in a whisper to just light a small fire under his ass.
âWhat?â Jacaerys asks in a shocked whisper, which you ignore to share an amused smile with Cregan.
âPrincess,â you hear someone call before you see Lady Maribell approaching with servants carrying supper. âWe made your favorite to welcome you and the Prince.â
You watch your plate get put down with a big appetite and then look at Lady Maribell and touch your chest. âThank you, maâam, Iâll make sure to savor it well.â
The lady bows her head and leaves the hall, letting you appreciate your supper and the fact that these people took the time to prepare your favorite meal by their own will, or for the wishes of someone else, you donât know, but itâs a huge difference with the way you get treated in the Red Keep.
âI would like to make a toast,â Creganâs voice booms throughout the hall as he stands up, pulling the attention of those gathered in the hall. âTo the Prince and Princess. Welcome to Winterfell, you honor not only me but the entire North for coming in person in the Queen's regardâŠâ
You smile up at Cregan before you share your joy with Jacaerys.
âYour stay will not be long, but we will do our best to make you feel at home,â Cregan continues before he looks over Jacaerys. âThe North may be a drastic change, but it is beautiful. I hope you learn to grow fond of it just as much as your sister has.â
You donât check Jacaerys reaction, you meet Cregan's gaze and follow him all the way down to his seat with a soft appreciative smile, while his own gaze softensâŠfor a moment, because his gaze then drifts over your shoulder and it loses that gentle touch.
You follow his line of gaze and meet your brother's thankful but slightly narrowed look that he holds with a smile. And as to not make suspect something you raise your cup to him.
He returns the gesture before looking past you again, making you now look at your steaming food and let out a slow deep breath as you try to remind yourself to keep yourself contained. In doing so, albeit you remember the tragic dinner you had at King's Landing not many nights ago and you now start to feel amused by the memory.
You happen to let your gaze wander over to your brother in the midst, and he slowly locks eyes with you. Silence follows for a moment, but then as if mentally tangled with your thoughts you both start to giggle before you chuckle together.
âMan,â he says between laughs. âI wish I would have seen your right hook. I missed it!â
You cover your mouth and stifle the laugh you want to let out and respond. âHe was so shocked! I was holding that in for so long!â
You snort and lean towards each other. âIt was such a mess from the start, but I applaud your toast. That was smooth.â
âReally? Thank you, I think I landed it too.â He takes your compliment and you both laugh together again before he grabs your shoulder and turns you towards the man at your other side.
âLord Stark,â he happily drags Cregan into the conversation. âConsidering you are friends with my sister, I will tell you a great feat she completed a few nights ago on our last night at Kings Landing.â
You shake your head lightheartedly and lick your lips as you catch your breath.
âTo make this story short, one thing led to another and my sister landed a right hook on the usurper,â Jacaerys shares, making the corner of Cregan's lips twitch.
âHe slammed our brother's face into the table,â you try to give reason to your actions. âI acted. My rings helped too.â
Jacaerys laughs softly and you meet his gaze and smile wide.
âIt seems like an impressive feat indeed,â Cregan says and lets his gaze linger on you. âBut I cannot say it surprises me, your sister has never been one to recoil from such things. Iâd say she's fond of it.â
âToo much,â Jacaerys remarks. âIt is why she would always get in trouble.â
Cregan huffs softly and meets your gaze. âI only wish I could have seen it,â he says directly at you while also letting your brother hear.
You canât help your deep breath, or stop your face from burning under his impressed gaze. You don't say anything but luckily that conversation leads to a lighthearted dinner where Jacaerys and Cregan start to talk more instead of just passing glances.
Unfortunately, you do the one thing you told yourself you didnât want to do, and thatâs losing yourself in the bliss that comes with interacting with your brother and Cregan, the man youâŠhave a secret past with.
You thought you could do better, you wanted not to get lost at all, but it pulled you down rather quickly and you couldnât fight it. Especially because thereâs something about seeing Cregan interact with your brother without tension or disdain, that makes your heart swoon.
âJacaerys,â you blurt and turn to him. âLetâs dance.â
His eyebrows pinch together and he shakes his head before he answers. âWhat? No!â
You ignore him and jump from your seat to grab his arm and pull him with you to the center without as much as a protest. He likes to act all tough and nonchalant in front of others but heâs a big sweetheart when it comes to you and your brothers.
And he proves that further when he doesnât fail to make you smile when youâre dancing slowly at first to follow the beat of the music that plays in the corner. When the music picks up he becomes faster but disregards the actual beat to start spinning you around the room.
âThatâs not how you dance this!â You remark without much meaning behind your words. âYouâre going to get me drunk!â
âYou can handle it. You love it!â He assumes right and goes faster around the room without that initial worry of being judged or carrying this tough and proper image.
Neither of you actually find a worry in the world, itâs just him and you in that moment, laughing, and unaware of the pair of grey eyes that follow you all around the room. People talk to him, and a commotion surrounds him but Cregan finds a way to keep watching you laugh with your brother as he takes you around the room.
He should feel somewhat upset that your brother is bringing this different kind of joy out of you that he never saw when it was just you and him, but his heart only fills with bliss as he sees you so overjoyed. He knew how much you missed your family when you were living in Winterfell, so how can he be upset and petty that youâre so drunk with bliss by your brother's company?
Only a fool would refuse you this joy.
âPrincess!â
You come to a quick halt and give your attention to the one who seeks it; catching Ser Rolf, one of your greatest friends just past the door.
âSer Rolf!â You greet once you know who has beckoned you, and let your brother go to rush to your friend.
âI heard you were here and I came as fast as I could,â he says and answers your curiosity as to where heâs been before you had the chance to ask. âI almost feared I missed you.â
You shake your head. âNo, you got lucky. Come!â You pull him with you to return to your brother. âSer Rolf, this is my brother, Prince Jacaerys Velaryon.â You immediately introduce them.
âMy Prince,â Ser Rolf greets him properly.
âJace, this is one of my greatest friends from here, Ser Rolf,â you explain. âHe went to my engagement tourney and played in my honor.â
Ser Rolf scoffs. âWell, I needed to show off my skills, and not let you Southerners forget how talented we can be.â
You smile at him and you both purposely leave out the other reason why he had gone.
âIt's nice to finally meet you,â Ser Rolf directs at your brother. âYour sister often spoke fondly of you and the rest of your family.â
âDid she?â Jacaerys presses and flashes you a smug smirk. âWhen we return to our brothers Iâm proudly going to use that over her head.â
Ser Rolf laughs and nudges you, and you roll your eyes.
âDo you mind if I steal your sister from you, My Prince?â Ser Rolf asks.
Said man shakes his head. âNot at all, go ahead, I need to step out anyway. I will be back.â
You offer him a comprehensive smile and watch him leave the hall before you face your friend. âAre you going to dance with me?â
Ser Rolf scoffs. âNo. Unless itâs a command.â
You smile in amusement and shake your head. âNever to you.â
âGood, I may be swift with a sword, but I'm afraid I'm not a gifted dancer. My wife can attest to that,â he breathes out and points his hand away from the crowd of people dancing to walk away together.
âHow is your family?â You ask.
Your friend looks at you and smiles sweetly for the first time tonight. âGood. My girl is a year old and a delight. You have a son, I heard.â
You clasp your hands together and nod. âYes, Aerion. Heâs four months old, and his father's pride.â You share now that you can share it with someone since so many details about your son felt wrong being shared with Cregan.
âAboutâŠthe father,â Ser Rolf picks on that matter as he sits around the first table you see. âI hope my actions in that tournament did not get you in trouble. I saw him later that night at a feast after the tournament was over.â
You sit down first and sigh before you shake your head. âNo. Do not worryâŠwas heâŠâ you trail off and glance at the ring Aemond gave you to fiddle with it. ââŠwith anyone?â
You can feel Ser Rolf press his gaze on you, but you avoid it and wait, even if you shouldnât considering whoâs occupying your mind now too.
âNo,â Ser Rolf answers hesitantly, making your heart skip a beat. âHe was lurking in the corner watching over the other silver-haired Prince.â
You swallow back nervously and meet your friend's gaze to press him since he didnât sound convincing. âTell me, Rolf. I can take the truth. I mean look at me, Iâm on opposite sides of this war.â
Ser Rolf quickly shakes his head and looks at you with a pitiful look. âI swear it, Princess. He was lurking the entire night. When his brother brought in women and tried to gift him one as an engagement present, he finally left.â
You let out a relieved sigh and nod in comprehension, feeling a lot more assured now than before. âThank you, my friend.â
âOf course.â
You feel it nowâŠhow much youâre starting to miss Aemond. Which is all so conflicting, but you admit it, you miss your husband, especially when itâs just you and him. Thatâs when he lets his guard down and lets out this person he keeps within; this sweet, affectionate, and amusing person that knows how to love you in the way you want to be loved, and knows the deepest parts of you, while he lets you know his.
He doesnât hide his love for you in public, he's not overly affectionate but he makes it known that youâre all his and heâs all yours. And perhaps that makes you a little too attached to one another, but you take pride in it and never feel alone.
ButâŠ
Yes, thereâs a but when youâre in Winterfell, when Cregan is close, and when he comes to mind. You canât let Cregan go. The love you shared was so consuming, it was full of passion, it was exciting, and it had so much to give that no matter what, you could never get enough of one another.
But that's it isn't it? Was. You need to let go.
âHow are youâŠholding up?â Ser Rolf breaks you from your troubled mind and only makes you confused. âWithâŠyou knowâŠâ he trails off and points to the side.
You follow his line of gaze and realize that heâs referring to Cregan.
âRolf,â you warn him, making him laugh.
âHeâs finally smiling,â he makes matters worse and makes you smile down at the table while your stupid heart skips a beat.
âHe hasnât been with anyone,â Ser Rolf clarifies and you snap your eyes at him and kick his shin.
âStop.â
Rolf smirks and rubs his wounded area, while your eyes wander to the man youâre talking about, and you see him leaving the hall.
You almost find it in you to follow him out, but what will that bring? Nothing but temptation. You did good before when it was just him and you, but the stars are out, and the snow blankets the ground, it will feel like one of those nights when you would admire the sky in each other's embrace, and youâll probably lose it, so you stay put and keep talking to your friend while also watching for your brother.
Eventually, more of Cregan's friends join Ser Rolf and you, but as much as you enjoy their company you canât rest easy without knowing about your brother. He left a while ago and hasnât returned. He wouldâve told you if he went to bed, but he hasnât. He said he needed to step out and hasnât returned.
Maybe he froze out there since all heâs used to is a chillâbut more seriously you should go check on him.
You stand up and just as youâre going to excuse yourself you catch your brother walking inside in front of Cregan.
They approach the table and you want to ask about your brother's whereabouts, but Cregan interjects. âI've decided we could take him hunting tomorrow morning and have lunch there, so he can know some of the Northâs wilderness.â
You look at your brother and he gives you an assuring nod. And considering Cregan hasnât given you an answer you have no choice but to accept. âVery well then.â
âI mightâve overshared with your brother just now,â Cregan continues to direct at you as you step back and sit back down.
âNo, no,â Jacaerys shakes his head. âHe glorified.â
You cross your leg over the other and press them. âWhat?â
Cregan glances at your brother and then looks back at you. âI might have praised your archery skills on dragonback.â
You smile at Cregan and pass your brother a cocky look. âItâs true. I am an excellent shot on Dragonback, but I cannot take all the credit, Astraea helps me when she flies. I think Lord Stark is just too in awe of the dragon itself.â
Cregan huffs and points his chin at you. âYou are being too humble. You deserve the praise, not anyone can hit the target while moving, especially while flying. And you like to stand, which, that alone deserves its own praise.â
You shake your head. âYou flatter me too much.â
âBut I do suppose the same cannot be said about your traps. She almost caught her own leg once,â he shares a bit too amused. âArra caught her in time.â
You shake your head. âIt was not my fault,â you rebuttal. âYou were distracting me. Hunting is done in silence and you distracted me.â
Cregan scoffs. âAre we talking about the same day?â He teases. âYou are remembering wrong. I did not do such a thing.â
You touch your chest and slowly get up. âLord Stark, are you calling me a liar?â
He shakes his head. âAdmit it, you could have used help.â
You inhale deeply and nod. âOnly if you admit you spoiled our bait for that fishing evening on your name day.â
Cregan parts his lips but he canât deny you so he presses his lips together and nods slowly, causing you to nod in return, and share a mutual agreement to your questions through shared glances that you donât break. There in the middle of your friends and brother, you look at each other as if itâs only you and him in that hall, in this world entirely. You exist only for each other.
Until the reminder tears it all down and pulls you back into reality. âSister why donât you sing us a song,â Jacaerys exposes you.
âWhat?â You gasp and ignore all the looks you get.
Jacaerys nods. âIt seems fitting. Itâs still early, I think it would be nice for you to fill the hall with your song.â
You blink repeatedly and shake your head quickly hoping heâll get the hint, but he does the opposite as if purposely torturing you. âWaitâŠyou have not sung here?â
You stay quiet and spare a glance at Cregan who is too amused by whatâs going on.
âWowâŠâ Jacaerys trails off to chuckle before he faces the crowd of your friends and Cregan. âThat is why she is called the Siren of Driftmark.â
You bite the inside of your cheek and groan.
âI thought you said it was because you were a good swimmer,â Ser Rolf points out.
You shake your head. âNo,â you grumble.
Jacaerys moves over to you to grab your shoulder and shake you gently. âSheâs really good. She sings all the time,â he praises you. âShe just sang the other day when we got to Dragonstone.â
You shake your head and feign a smile. âNo, no, my brother is being too nice. Heâs exaggerating.â You laugh and then turn to your brother to shoot him a burning glare. âYouâre exaggerating,â you sneer at him through gritted teeth.
Jacaerys chuckles and pushes you forward. âSing us a song. Come on!â
You share a breathless chuckle and turn on your heels to point back at your brother. âI would not want you to cry,â you reveal and glance at the crowd. âWhen he was a boy he would hide at the back of the crowd so no one would see him cry when I sang.â
Jacaerys doesnât give you the satisfaction of being flustered, he just smiles, and Cregan steps in.
âCome on, prove your name, princess.â
You pass him a glare and sigh deeply.
âJust one,â Cregan insists with a sweet and intrigued look that really makes it hard to say no to.
âFineâŠâ you give him brugrudgly. âButâŠIâll sing a Sea Shanty. One father liked to sing with us, Jacaerys, so you can sing with me.â You smirk.
Your brother is quick though and shakes his head. âNo, no, anyone happy enough can sing a Sea Shanty. Sing a different song.â
âYouâll be surprised not everyone can,â you murmur and stare at your brother with a piercing glare but donât argue now. Youâll get nowhere, so you begin to step away from the crowd. âOnly if you do it,â you protest and turn back to your brother.
âNo,â he snaps.
âDo what?â Ser Rolf probes.
You grab your brother's arm and he gives your friend the answer. âOur father would present her to the crowd as if she was a famous singer before she sang.â
You nod eagerly and shake him, but he shakes his head to deny you of such a pleasure.
âIâll do it,â Ser Rolf volunteers and takes you with him, but leaves you at the side as he runs to the center and steals everyoneâs attention.
âCan I get everyoneâs attention please! Tonight we have a special guest blessing this hall with her song! May I present the Siren of Driftmark!â He shouts and you donât shy away or protest now, you run to the center, and bow to the crowd while you spread your arms out like a dragon spreads its wings.
âHello, Winterfell!â You address the crowd and stand tall without a hint of smugness or your nose in the air to show your royal status, you show off a charm that hasnât been seen in this hall and gains all the wavering attention to you, as if you were born to lead the masses. âNow, now I know what you may be wondering! Can she really sing, sheâs never proved that to us! But,â you laugh softly. âI promise that I at least will not make your ears bleed.â
The crowd laughs and a warm look grows on the serious Lordâs face.
âThis song goes to my brother who accompanies me this time around,â you let it be known so you donât share all the attention. âAnd of course to your Lord Stark. Thank you for hosting us tonight, my friend.â
You flash him a smile and he nods gently in return, unable to keep his eyes off as you whisper to the band in the corner. He follows your every step with a curiosity that grows only as you clear your throat, take in the crowd thatâs gathered in the hall, and draw out a deep breath, because after you part your lips and start to sing softly for all the crowd to hear, all he knows is complete awe as you grow louder and more enchanting with your song.
You become one with yourself and it makes it impossible for anyone to turn away, all the attention is on you as if you were a real-life siren. Yet no matter how many eyes watch you, how surprised and amazed everyone is, and how that prides you, all your attention falls on one man who only watches you with awe, because in this hall itâs just you and him once again.
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*THE NEXT DAY*
Fishing has never been your strength, you enjoy the quality time when you go with someone, but besides that, you arenât patient enough to wait for a fish to take the bait.
Itâs why as you watch the blue fish in murky waters you make sure to stay out of the water as you slowly pick up your bow, and align your arrow, hoping it wonât hear you and swim off somehow.
Albeit the fish with blue scales moves, making you hold your breath and waitâŠ
Good thing it just moves under the sunbeam that casts in the water. Now though, you do feel guilty for trying to kill it, itâs so beautiful, its scales glimmer a deep blue against the sun like the prettiest gems are stuck to it.
Yet a fish is all it is.
Before you can shoot though, the fish swims away quickly. âDamn, damn,â you hiss and move your aim along with its hasty movements to not let it get out of sight. And just before it can escape into the shallow river, you let the arrow go and luckily shoot the fish right through its eye.
âHaha,â you celebrate to yourself and throw your bow aside to pull your fur cloak off and leave it on the giant rock so it doesn't get wet when you step into the water.
âOh,â you gasp at the icy touch and rush to grab the fish on the tips of your feet whilst letting out quick âohâs at the cold touch of the water.
However, before you can attempt to turn and run out of the water you catch a branch snap behind you and stiffen.
There's only two people it can be, but youâre still so nervous that the Greens are going to find you that your mind panics and quickly makes you reach for your dagger around your belt.
When you hold the handle you slowly peer back and gasp when you just see Cregan. âGods,â you breathe out and let the dagger go. âYou startled me.â
Cregan finally walks out of the tree line and puts his hands up. âForgive me, I didnât want to interrupt your moment. Forgive me.â
You laugh nervously and walk out of the water with relief, and your trophy in hand.
âYouâve been on edge lately,â he points out as he watches you trade your trophy for your cloak.
You sigh. âWith this impending war, my husband and his family have been insistent on getting me and Aerion back to King's Landing, that I fear theyâll be in every corner I turn,â you share as you hang your cloak around your shoulders.
Cregan drops his head and nods gently. âWell, no Greens will reach you here. You have my word.â
He looks up and you meet his gaze and offer him a gentle and thankful smile before you grab your arrow from the rock and show off your prize. âI promised my little brother Joffrey we would go fishing, but I think this way is more effective, do you not think?â
Cregan gets closer and tilts his head to the side to shrug. âCanât say itâll be called fishing if thatâs the way you go.â
You scoff and flick your wrist to brush him off. âSure it is, we will just use a bow and arrow to catch our fish. I donât want to wait hours to get one on a hook.â
Cregan huffs and you take that as a challenge. âBut I know fishing in the extreme is not for everyone.â
A faint smile breaks on his face and he remarks. âWho do you think you are talking to exactly?â
You shrug and pick up your bow to offer it to him. âProve your skill, Lord Stark.â
Without further argument, Cregan takes the bow and narrows his gaze. âYou know how much I hate it when youâre so formal with me,â he remarks.
You shoot him a simple teasing smile and let the bow go to fall by his side instead. âAlright thereâs one right across from us,â you whisper as you hand him an arrow. âQuietly.â
Cregan aligns his arrow and tilts his head down toward you. âWho taught you to hunt?â He picks on your comment.
You lift your gaze, catching the gleam in his eyes, and giggle. His gaze lingers, threatening to drive your heart mad so you look down first and he follows your gaze to follow his prey. When he thinks he has the right angle to catch the fish he lets the arrow go, but the wooden weapon whizzes to the fish's side and only works to startle it away.
âAha!â You blurt and grab his arm. âI told you. Skill!â
âOh, hush you,â he brushes you off with a grin before he walks over to collect your arrow. âOh, by the way, singing?! How come you never told me?â
You sit back on the giant rock and shrug. âOne, because I was quite timid to sing to you,â you admit and make him smile at the ground. âAnd twoâŠafter my father diedâŠI just lost my heart to sing. It did not feel right.â
Cregan steps out of the water and his smile fades to show his comprehension. âI understand,â he says quietly and puts your arrow bag in the leather holster.
âI would sing for my grandfather Viserys when I returned to the Red Keep, but I didnât have a heart to sing until I had Aerion,â you muse as you miss your boy. âHe made me find my voice again. And now he falls asleep to my song.â
âWhat a lucky lad,â Cregan says and steps toward. âYou have a beautiful voice. I understand why you got your name.â
A warmth creeps on your cheeks and you smile at the rock beneath you. âThank you,â you whisper. âAnd donât take it as something I hid from you, you are just learning something new from me.â
He hums softly and adds. âItâs just a way to keep me on my toes, I respect that.â
You return his hum and blink to look over at him, catching his watchful gaze, and feeling at that moment a need to entrust him with something thatâs been troubling you, something that didnât satisfy you when you spoke about it to your grandmother.
âCan I ask you something?â You ask hesitantly. âIf it makes you uncomfortable, tell me, all right?â
Cregan shifts in his stance and nods without hesitation. âItâs all right, go on,â he assures you to keep going.
You avert your gaze and fiddle with the ring that Aemond gifted you. âItâs just,â you breathe out and make sure Jacaerys isnât approaching before you continue. âYouâre the most loyal man I know. Your oaths are everything to you,â you tell him, making him slowly sit down beside you. âSo can you tell me where my loyalties should lie? Should I return to my husband? Especially now that we have a child should I follow him blindly? Growing up, the Septaâs would plague me with how to be a good wife, Alicent makes indirect comments all the time, it's my job as a woman to be a loyal wife, butâŠâ you trail off and look up at the sky and exhale shakily.
âI love my mother, I love my family, and I know sheâs the one who belongs on the throne,â you continue to confide in him. âIt was stolen from her, nothing will ever make me look at that differently. I will follow her rule, butâŠAemond is my husband. He stands loyally on the other side, shouldnât I stand by his side? Follow him blindly?â You ask from the depths of your torn heart and drop your gaze to look at Cregan with an aching look that wounds his heart.
âHe might be your husband, and you may have a responsibility to him now that should come over your mother, but you still have your beliefs,â Cregan says with sincerity since he knows that all you need now is a friend, not a jealous ex-lover. âWhat you want still matters. And you know what you want to do, I hear it now, I see it with my own eyes. Don't betray yourself just because you donât want to disappoint one or the other,â he reassures you softly and leans closer to you without actually touching your hand thatâs pressed on the rock next to his, he doesnât let his breath unfurl over your skin, or let his lips brush against your cheek. He just gets his face closer so you can feel his comfort.
âWould you do it?â You canât help but ask. âWould you go against your wife if she was on opposite sides of a war?â
Cregan sighs deeply and doesnât debate his answer, he nods, and you add something that pains him to hear because he knows what it really means. âEven if you loved her?â
Cregan swallows thickly but he doesnât let his eyes fall, he nods stiffly. âIf it was the right thing to do, yes. Even if it pained me.â
You drift your gaze away and nod, hoping you can beat the stinging in your throat, but tears fall from your eyes.
âItâs okay,â he whispers. âIt will be okay.â
You sniffle and meet his gaze to probe speechlessly.
Cregan understands your gesture and nods, making you offer him a gentle smile and lean towards him. âThank you, Cregan. It really means a lot.â
âOf course,â he says with a caring look that works to assure the doubt and lift the weight youâve been carrying on your shoulders since you found out what happened.
âThank you,â you add much to his surprise and yours while letting yourself grab his hand. âFor loving me.â
Cregan stares at you for a lingering moment with his eyebrows furrowing and unknotting with every emotion that runs through his mind and makes his heart race. âI would do it again, it was my honor,â he speaks softly.
Your bottom lip trembles but you don't cry, you let your head fall on his shoulder for a brief second to express the deep unspoken love that youâll never actually be able to let go. Itâll forever be scarred in your soul.
And thatâs all you could ask for in this world full of horrors. Even if there's no proper goodbye, and thereâs so much left untouched, this moment is all you could ever want, it welcomes a comforting silence that brings a smile to your face as you both watch the serene environment.
âWe should find your brother,â Cregan breaks the silence after a long moment of being selfish.
You hesitate for a moment but you slide off the rock and collect your stuff before you lead the way back into the forest.
âDo youâŠâ Cregan starts to say while he helps you by carrying the fish you caught. âStill dream of flying to faraway places?â
You keep your eyes out for your brother and purse your lips together as you sigh. âWould you be disappointed if I said I did? Only sometimes though.â
Cregan chuckles. âNo, of course not. Iâm glad you still do. Where to?â
You suck in air and twirl around to face him as you walk back. âMaybe,â you breathe out and happily share what he wants to know. âYi Ti. I was given this beautiful gem necklace from there and Iâve been completely enamored by the place ever since. Itâs said princes live in solid gold houses.â You nod eagerly, making him scoff.
âMy most favorite gowns are made of silks from Yi Ti,â you muse and turn back around on your heels. âSome I have yet to wear because I have been saving them. Hopefully, I get to wear one soon! Donât worry though my feet are still on the ground,â you make sure to assure Cregan. âI have not forgotten what I learned here.â
You hear him hum before he mutters. âIâm quite curious about these expensive gowns.â
Your breath catches in surprise and you peer over to shoot him a pointed look. He responds by flashing you a charming smile that makes you roll your eyes and hold back your smile.
Thankfully in that next moment, you spot your brother in the distance and force all your focus on him.
Jacaerys doesnât seem to spot you right away though, so after a quick and brilliant idea hits you you leave Cregan behind to sneak around Jacaerys. Once you get close and heâs made some distance from the tree youâre hiding behind, you slip out and avoid stepping on all the branches and dry leaves. When youâre close enough you bite back your smile and raise your hands to jump on his back, but much to your misfortune heâs too perceptive and ruins your plan. âI saw your foot behind the tree.â
You blow out air and drop your arms with a pout. Jacaerys turns and spots Cregan walking out of the shadows first before he faces you and shows off the rabbits he caught. âWhat did you catch?â
You frown deeper and point at the single fish, making him chuckle. âThatâs all?! I thought you were some great hunter!â
You roll your eyes and sputter out an excuse. âWell, I did see some rabbits but I didnât want to kill them, they were adorable.â
And you canât say Cregan distracted you either, for the most part, you were just walking and taking in the sights you left behind last year.
âUh-huh.â Jacaerys nods with a smug smile on his face. âSure,â he quips. âYou are such a girl.â
You roll your eyes and wave him off before you get ahead of the group and lead the way to a distant clearing where youâll have lunch. âA few months back,â you share to fill the silence and avoid your previous topic. âI was at the market street and on our way back I ran into this Red priestess.â
âA witch,â Jacaerys corrects you, causing you to turn around and counter.
âNo, a red priestess. Calling them witches is kind of mean.â
Jacaerys scoffs and turns to Cregan for support. âI say witches, what do you call them here, Lord Stark?â
Said man grabs his blade hooked on his belt and meets your brother's gaze with a hidden smugness behind his eyes. âWitches, but sometimes we call them pretenders, depending on the price.â
Jacaerys chuckles and you know theyâre obviously just working against you so you choose to ignore the negativity and go on. âAnyway!â You exclaim and twirl back around. âShe told me my future. She saidâŠâ you leave them with anticipation for a few seconds before you share what you were told. âI would have seven kids.â
âGods,â Jacaerys murmurs.
âMhmm.â
âNow,â Jacaerys cuts in and rushes over to fall by your side, leading Cregan to fall on your other sideââWho will give you all these children if your husband dies in this war?â
Without as much as thinking you turn to your brother and nudge his chest to make him think itâs something you planned when really youâre just teasing him. Kind of. âYou. We could get married.â
Your brother's face falls and he immediately shakes his head and turns you down bluntly. âNo. I would not marry you.â
âOh right, thereâs Baela,â you point out and grab your chin as you think deeply. âWellâŠI could take her. Sheâs quite terrifying, but yes,â you nod and look back at your brother. âI can take her in both a dragon fight and hand-to-hand combatâŠI think.â
Jacaerys' nose scrunches and he shakes his head again. âNo, I would not marry you! You areâŠyou.â
You look around confused and pick on that considering your house is known to marry within the family to keep the bloodlines pure. Aegon and Helaena are married.
âSo?â
Jacaerys parts his lips but he canât think of a strong argument that will beat the truth. Yet you do take a good look at Jacaerys and find an excuse. âYou are right,â you mutter. âWe could not, I do favor taller men, thus maybe...â you trail off to think, leaving Jacaerys offended by your bold comment.
âA Prince from Yi Ti with a house made of gold,â Cregan finishes for you, making you snap your eyes at him and smile slowly in amusement.
âFunny,â you hold back your laugh. âVery funny.â
He rolls his head down and hides his smile.
Gods laughing with him is so much better in person. He can be very funny in a serious way that only makes what he says or does that much funnier.
âShe also let me see in the fire,â you continue to share more excitedly now. âAnd what I saw was a girlââ
âWait, wait,â Jacaerys cuts you off and wipes away his smile. âNow when this priestess of yours talked to you, was she on the other side of this fire?â
You look away and bite your cheek before you lie by shaking your head as a response.
Albeit Cregan knows you well and points you out. âLiar.â
âYes, fine!â You exclaim and gently nudge him away. âShe was at the other side, but it was not her that I saw, it was a girl with silver hair,â you catch your brother's serious attention now. âSheâŠstood on top of a mountain covered in snow, ashes, and death.â
Creganâs own amusement falls and your brother doesnât dare to tease you now, so you go on.
âAll brought byâŠ<A long winter,>,â you finish in High Valyrian to mirror the way the Red Priestess told you before you repeat in the common tongue. âA long winter.â
Both men look at you but one doesnât look at you with disbelief, nor fear, heâs serious and deep in thought, while your brother lets out a dry laugh and shakes his head to try and deny what you shared.
âI believe it,â you defend yourself and what you saw in that fire because it was clear as day as if you were seeing a memory that hasnât happened.
âI also believe what this old man said about Ice dragons living past the wall,â you tell your brother, and Cregan interjects right away.
âOld man Thomas is known for tall tales. There are things that are true, but what he says is not.â
You shrug. âHeâs well-traveled, why wouldnât it be true?â You rebuttal and lean towards him.
âBecause,â Cregan argues and leans towards you. âHe likes attention. And heâs drunk all the time.â
âA drunk man is less likely to lie, you know that because you donât lie when youâre drunk.â
His lips twitch and before he can respond with something in his defense his eyes turn to your brother at your other side. You discreetly follow his line of gaze and catch your brother's attention so you play it off quickly.
âAll Iâm saying is I believe what I saw, it may not happen in our lifetime, but itâs in our future,â
A short silence follows that only works to make you grow nervous over what your brother mightâve just thought. But he thankfully brushes you off.
âMaybe but you probably got ripped off by a fake witch.â
Once again you choose to ignore this negativity spouted by your brother and instead drift your attention to lunch, and since Cregan was more in charge of guiding Jacaerys, he didnât catch anything. All you have is the single fish you caught and the rabbits Jacaerys caught, but neither one of you wants to skin them, so you eat a small lunch and share the fish over a quite fun moment where you, unfortunately, don't receive an answer from Cregan, regarding what heâs willing to offer your mother.
You hoped heâd finally say it during supper, but supper came and passed, and nothing. That lack of response followed until the next two days too, leaving your brother quite impatient now.
âWhat have you told him?â Jacaerys greets you ever so warmly.
âWhat have I told who?â You pretend to act clueless while you pick a square cake from the tray and study it before you plop it into your mouth.
âLord Stark,â he snaps.
You knew he was getting to that since you spotted him stomping over to you and Astraea, but you had hoped he wouldnât get to it yet.
âIt's been days and you said you would talk to him! We donât have days to waste,â he remarks and spats out your name before going on to give you a mean reminder. âWe need to leave and we have nothing.â
You donât intend to sit up or fix your gaze on your brother, you keep yourself against your dragon's large arm and respond calmly. âHe promised he would give us an answerââ
âWhen?â Jacaerys cuts you off and crouches down to take the tray of cake from you. âWhen?â
You drag your eyes up and nonchalantly answer. âHe cannot pull the army out of his ass, Jacaerys. We have to wait, if he promised he would do something he is going to do it.â
Your brother rolls his eyes and turns away to let out a frustrated breath. âThere's a difference between saying a promise and actually committing to it. I do not know how close you are or if you have actually talked to him, but you need to figure something out, that is why you are here.â He mutters.
You watch him knowing that he has a right to be annoyed, Lady Arryn gave you her answer quite quickly, and youâve been in Winterfell for days but still havenât received a word on what Cregan will give to support his Queen, but you also trust Cregan, you know heâs going to do what he says, you just need to wait.
âIâll talk to him again,â you assure him. âIf he doesnât give anything then weâll return home with his simple loyalty.â
Jacaerys rests his hand on his hip and lets out a deep breath. âAll right, that sounds good.â
You sigh and nod, letting a silence linger for a moment before you lean forward. âCan I get those back?â
âWhat?â He breathes out and turns all dramatically with his cloak twirling with him.
âMy cake pieces,â you point at the tray in his hand with your eyes.
Jacaerys passes you a judgmental look before he leans over and lets you take the tray he took.
âAemond found me,â you let him know of the raven that came to you this morning. âHe said âcome home at onceâ. Shorter than the last one but still persistent.â You giggle.
Jacaerys walks over to sit next to you against a sleeping Astraea. âWill you?â He asks with genuine curiosity.
You take a cake piece and shake your head. âNoâŠour mother belongs on that throne and I am going to stand by that,â you say confidently now that you know where you want to stand. âHe can try to take me by force if he wants, but I am going to fight for her.â
Jacaerys looks over at you with a faint smile and nods in comprehension. âIâm glad to hear it.â
You mirror his smile and offer him a piece of cake. As he takes one a memory creeps in and your smile widens before you can tell it to him. âDo you remember a few years ago, when Lucerys disowned me because he thought I ate the last piece of lemon cake?â
Midchew Jacaerys loses himself in thought before he snorts, spitting out pieces of cake, and causing you to scrunch your nose in disgust.
âEw,â you grumble and he interjects abruptly.
âYes! I remember heâs like you cannot be my sister anymore because you are selfish and you ate it all!â He mocks your younger brother.
You giggle and nod, but before you can add to that shared memory Astraea suddenly raises her head, bringing Jacaerys and you to a pause to look over; noticing none other than Cregan approaching.
When heâs near he bows his head and greets the both of you on the ground. âGood day, my princess, my prince.â
You smile at him and greet him for both Jacaerys and you. âGood day. It is nice to see your face today, we ate lunch and breakfast alone.â
Cregan bows his head again. âI am terribly sorry, I have been busy all day, I only barely got out.â
You remember his long days, on some terribly long ones, he wouldn't be let out until it was time to go to bed. You would usually meet him in his chambers on those days and just lay down enjoying each other's company. Today all you can do is look at each other as nothing but old friends.
âI hope your day has not been dull,â Cregan worries.
You shake your head. âNo, we were just reminiscing about a day of our childhood when,â you snicker and go on. âOur little brother Lucerys disowned me because he thought I ate the last piece of lemon cake.â
Jacaerys nods and continues the story for you. âWe both knew there was more so she pretended to leave. Our mother came in a few moments later with more and Lucerys completely freaked,â Jacaerys laughs and stands up as if that would change the way he was telling it. âHe started bawling and ran out to look for our sister.â
âWhen he found me,â you finish the story. âHeâs like I am so sorry, I never meant what I said. Come back, do not leave us. You can have as much cake as you want!â You finish with a laugh and Jacaerys joins you.
âThat sounds like quite a memory,â Cregan says and reaches out to pat your dragon's snout since she leans towards him with dilated eyes. âDid your mother say anything?â
You and Jacaerys stare at one another in search of the answer, but you canât recall.
âNot that I remember,â you mention and look back at Cregan. âBut it was quite a memory. Lucerys is a sweetheart.â
Cregan hums and Astraea groans softly in response to his touch.
âOh, maybe you needed something, my Lord?â Jacaerys only asks now.
âWell,â Cregan sighs. âI only wanted to invite the both of you to Castle Black on the morrow so you could see the wall, My Prince. Just before you leave, that is.â
You and your brother share a hopeful look and even if Jacaerys was quite impatient to leave, now he accepts Cregan's invitation. âI have always wanted to see the wall. It would be a pleasure.â
âGood, we will leave at first light then.â Cregan lets you both know and leaves you hoping for a good response that will hopefully make your mother proud.
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Chapter 1 Golden girl
Chapter 1 of Moonlight
A/N- The parallels between young Rhaenyra and y/n!! The parallels between young Rhaenyra and y/n!! Anyway, I really hope you guys like this new series. I'm really excited to share it with all of you!
Warning- Swearing, Aegon, FLUFF, LONG CHAPTER.
Pairing- Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon-Targaryen!fem-reader, Cregan Stark x Velaryon-Targaryen!fem-reader
Episode- 1x06
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A lot of stuff is often restricted to you, like training with swords, sparring, strolling too far alone, and flying far and wide on dragonback. Youâre often told what you canât do and what you can do. Youâre told how to behave. And the pressure is never as hard on the boys as it is on you. Thatâs why you find simple pleasures, and oftentimes theyâre secretâŠat least until your mother figures it out.
Like now, for example, youâre told you canât swim in the ocean without supervision, but youâre old, and youâre a stronger swimmer. You have confidence in yourself so you dive in the gleaming blue waters and swim blissfully.
You donât swim too far down, but you swim deep enough to watch in awe as a school of fishes find themselves swimming around you.
You smile at the crabs that crawl away into hiding, you find comfort in the ocean waters embrace, and find yourself tempted when you spot a small spiked shell on the ocean floor.
You donât know if you should keep your dragon worried and swim down to collect it or swim up to finally leaveâŠ
Hm.
Well your grandfather does like to keep what you collect, and you donât find the necessity to catch your breath yet, so with some strong kicks, you swim down and snatch the shell.
After you secured it you finally decide to swim up to the surface, noticing your dragon halfway in the water as she anticipated your arrival.
âRelax,â you reassure her as you show off the shell. âI wasnât gone long.â
You admire the shell now that youâre standing on firm sand and canât help but smile as you admire all the delicate designs.
So intricate and amazing. How can something so small be made?
Your grandfather will be pleased.
âCome on,â you tell your dragon watching you carefully. âLetâs go to mother.â
First, though you dry yourself and shimmy on your dress you had taken off so it wouldnât get wet. Your hair willâwell itâll dry enough when youâre in the air, so you leave it and quickly climb on your dragon, finding more peace in the calm sky on the back of your beautiful soulmate.
Itâs really just perfect, thatâs how youâd describe this moment, soaring the white fluffy clouds hundreds of feet off the ground. The chilly breeze sweeping past you with all its might, and the bright shining sun kissing your skin with its warm rays of light.
If you had the choice to just fly all your life without consequence itâs something youâd take it. No royal duties, no man to marry, just your dragon; Astraea, and you flying around the world. Thatâd be truly perfect.
Alas, much to your misfortune you have to get your head out of the clouds and descend back down to the ground. You have to hop off your dragons back and face life, and responsibilities.
âPrincess,â one of your handmaidens interjects at the exact moment your feet hit the ground. âYour mother has given birth.â
You immediately grin with glee and donât fret to approach the handmaiden whilst you take off your glove from the top of the fingertips with your teeth. âWhat is it?â You ask in a muffled voice.
âA boy,â the Handmaiden shares.
Another brotherâŠtsk.
Well, heâs here now so thereâs no use being upset by not having a sister. Yet again.
âWhat excellent news,â you rejoice, and peer back at your dragon with a soft smile
Astraea looks back at the same time so you meet her gaze and canât help but only grin wider as you catch how the sunlight bounces off her purple scales.
Yet the joy is short-lived because you then hear your name uttered by an annoying individual. âSweetling,â he purrs.
You sigh and roll your eyes to look at the boy, catching your uncle Aegon approaching the dragonpit with a stupid grin on his face.
âI hope your flight was a pleasant one,â he says as he keeps approaching you.
You feign a smile and nod. âIt was,â you deadpan and quickly escape to your carriage thatâs going to take you home. But first, you greet your other uncle. âHello, Aemond.â
Unlike Aegon, Aemond isnât much older than you, he just beats you by a year. And! He, unlike Aegon, is much nicer and respectful, making him your favorite.
âHello,â Aemond greets you back with a shy wave.
You shoot him a genuine smile and then stop in your tracks to add, âyou know, Astraea is almost big enough to saddle two. Perhaps when she is at the right size and you have yet to find a dragon, you can ride with me.â
Aegon scoffs beside his younger brother, but Aemond straightens up and lets his gaze linger before he sighs and responds. âWeâll see.â
You grin and nod. âWe will. Now excuse me, I have to see my mother.â You take your first step up to your carriage, but Aegon takes his chance to cut in again.
âPerhaps later we can take a stroll around the gardens? Find ourselves down by theââ
âNo Aegon,â you cut him off without shame and donât even bother to look at him, you just walk into your carriage and slam the door shut.
Thereafter the carriage is ridden through the grande city that is your home, past buildings getting constructed, past workers, and people wandering the dirt streets. You pass visitors strolling through the streets, you pass by different shops that contain some of the same things or completely different things. You pass families that make you wonder what it would be like if you were like one of them, a civilian worried just about living, someone who does not need to question why it is that your younger brother Jacaerys gets to be your mother's heir and not you, her eldest child.
Is it really because youâre a woman? She is one too and she still is going to ascend the throne after your grandfather.
Your father says itâs because your mother doesnât want to burden you with what sheâs forced to now carry. But you donât really believe it, who knows the truth as to why she didnât choose you.
Because youâre simply not her favorite? Because you donât look like your brothers? Because you donât have brown hair like them, or white skin like theirs because yours more so matches your father's? Because your hair is white like his? And hers?
Why is what you ask yourself all the time.
SometimesâŠyou wish you wouldâve been born a bastard, maybe then you would have inherited the throne.
Regardless, you never ask her, nor will you ever do so.
You never let her see your affliction either, you push it back, always. Like now for example, before you go see her you change out of your riding clothes and wear a lilac-colored gown; with that new change, pushing all your concerns away and putting on a smile that she likes to see on you before knocking on her door.
âCome in,â you hear her voice welcome you in.
You open the door and slowly poke your head inside, catching Ser Harwin inside handing the little newborn babe to your mother.
âAh, my sweet,â your mother greets and immediately finds the difference in your hair. Yet she doesnât comment on anything yet. She lets you beam at her and make a beeline toward her now holding the babe on the couch.
âPrincess,â you hear Ser Harwin greet from behind you.
You pull your eyes away from the sleeping baby and throw him a mindless greeting. âHello, Ser Harwin.â You then quickly focus back on your brother and greet him softly. âHello, you.â
Your mother smiles softly and then looks up at you. âMy sweet, meet your brother, Joffrey.â
What an unusual name for him, but he does look like a Joffrey, so you donât question it.
âYou wish to hold him?â She asks you.
You meet her gaze and nod before you reach over so she wonât strain herself, and carefully cradle him in your arms. âHi,â you greet him again, this time in a softer voice. âIâm your sister.â You giggle softly and look over at your mother. âHeâs so adorable and so small.â
âYes,â she agrees. âSmallest one out of your brothers, and you.â
You hum and shift around slowly, but keep your eyes on him, noticing the small brown hairs on his head. You then steal a glance up at the bulky knight watching you sway the babe and take note that Joffrey also inherited his featuresâŠmaking it another secret to keep.
âIâll be taking my leave now,â Ser Harwin interjects.
You keep quiet and hear your mother simply hum in response before he walks out of the room, leaving your mother, Joffrey, and you alone.
âDo you need anything mother?â You ask her and meet her gaze. âMore water? Food? A pillow?â
Your mother shakes her head. âNo, Iâm quite content right now. Thank you.â
You take this time now to slowly sit down beside her and make sure to keep swaying the babe so he won't wake.
âYou stink of dragon, and salt,â your mother points out. âI thought I told you that you couldnât go swimming so far. No one can see you from so far.â
You pass her an assuring look and rebuttal. âAstraea is watching me.â
Your mother sighs deeply and shakes her head. âShe may not be able to do anything if you drown in deep waters. I wonât be able to do anything if you drown so far away. The currents are strong.â
You bat your lashes so you can get your way. âBut grandfather says some of the oldest things lie in the ocean. I just want to see.â You smile at her innocently. And since your mother doesn't have the energy to keep arguing she points out something else.
âI assume you were out flying as well?â
âYes, but I finished my teachings early so I had time,â you immediately explain to her.
Your mother hums. âWell I hope so, the Septa always likes to complain that you never pay attention.â
You roll your eyes and meet hers. âWell maybe if she didnât talk so slowly then Iâd actually enjoy what she has to teach,â you counter, making your mother laugh.
âYes, her voice is quite irritating, but I just want you to pay attention to your teachings, okay?â She says.
You let out a soft sigh and nod in agreement. âIâll try, but if Astraea needs me I simply cannot refuse her.â You look back at your sleeping baby brother and feel your smile soften. âI cannot wait to have a babe of my own.â
âReally?â Your mother questions. âWhen I was your age all I wanted to do was fly, be with my friends, and dream. I hated the thought of having children.â
You smile as your interest piques and can't help but meet your mother's soft gaze. âReally?â You probe excitedly.
Your mother nods. âYes, but that all changed when I found out I was having you,â she adds and gently nudges your arm.
You mirror her smile and turn to hand her back the babe so you can be on your feet once more. âWell, I do still want to fly around the world. That would be great,â you tell her and walk around her to stop behind her. âDiscover new places. See new waters. Different people.â You draw out a soft breath and pick up her long silver-gold hair to begin braiding it in the way Queen Visenya would wear hers.
âThat sounds nice,â your mother goes along with your silly dream. âPerhaps youâll be like Princess Nymeria.â
The corner of your lips pull to a smirk.
âYet,â your mother adds on. âHow can you voyage the world without finishing any of your teachings? A sailor needs knowledge to read maps for example.â
You roll your eyes and feign a laugh. âOh haha. Well, I can be like a pirate, or I could travel with my father and have him do all the work.â
Your mother chuckles and nods in agreement. âI bet he would like the idea of being out at sea.â
You hum softly, and then pause after you knit a strand of her hair with the other as you fall serious. âBut really, what will I do? I meanâŠwhat will be of my life? Queen Alicent says Iâm almost at the right age to be married off. Will I have to leave you and be matched to some pampered Lord who just locks me away?â
A deep breath escapes your mother as if ready with a response, but she remains quiet for a moment before she pats the empty space you had sat on before.
You, of course, donât hesitate and let her hair fall on her back before you take the seat beside her once again.
âI know what it is to want to just hop on your dragon and fly off,â she begins to say whilst she shifts in her seat to try and be closer to you. âI understand what you feel. Itâs normal to feel so, but Iâll tell you now something your grandmother Aemma told me when I was young.â She manages to cup your cheek, causing you to draw out a soft breath. âWe have royal wombs you and I, my sweet, it is how we serve the realm.â She then presses her forehead against yours, making you smile softly and find comfort in her gesture.
âBesides, you are my daughter,â she adds with a growing smug smile. âYou descend from the greatest line, you are the granddaughter of one of the greatest voyagers. I assure you that you wonât sit and do nothing, I promise.â
You mirror her smug smile and with all the trust in the world, you nod in comprehension.
âAnd,â she continues. âWith luck, you wonât be sent far at all.â
You pull back and look at her with a pointed glare. âI donât want to marry Aegon. Iâd rather be sent to the wall than be married to him.â
Your mother chuckles and shakes her head. âGods no,â she assures you, letting you let out a relieved sigh and lay your head on her shoulder.
âSomeone else,â she gives your heart comfort. âIâll find a match who deserves you, donât worry,â she whispers and lays her head on yours. âIâll take care of you. Iâll make sure you have a good life.â
ââ
*LATER*
Most nights, when rain doesnât fall from the sky, when the clouds donât cover the stars you like to sneak out of bed and climb up castle towers to watch the stars with the desire for more.
You like to feel the wind and pretend youâre far away, somewhere lost in the sky, or somewhere in the ocean. You like to breathe in the fresh air that hits the towers and watch those few people below walk the streets or just the simple castle grounds. There are some nights when Aemond joins you, not a lot, but it is always him and no one else.
And it seems that tonight is one of those nights.
âAemond,â you call with glee.
Said boy carefully and quietly climbs up the roof to sit beside you.
âI didnât think youâd make it tonight,â you point out.
Aemond shrugs softly. âI couldn't find sleep. I knew youâd be here so I thought I could at least pass time.â
You smile softly and nod in comprehension before you glance at the sky again. You sit in silence and find comfort in it, he's always someone that you can find comfort in. Without Baela and Rhaena here he's your only best friend, someone you can confide in since itâs different with your brothers since they are youngâmaybe once theyâre older you can behave like friends too and not just like the squabbling siblings you are.
âDo you think,â you begin to ask him out of fear even after your mother's attempt at comfort. âIâll be sent away?â
Aemond pulls his gaze away from the sky and looks at you whilst you keep your eyes on the stars.
âWhat do you mean?â He asks.
You sigh and blink to look down. âI meanâŠIâm almost at the age to get married. Since I wonât inherit the throne or Driftmark, Iâll probably be married off to someone far from here.â
Aemond nods and follows your line of gaze. Heâs unable to find something to say for a moment, but it then occurs to him. âWe could get married. That way youâd stay here.â
You drift your eyes to him and muster a small soft smile. âWe could,â you whisper in relief and feel your smile widen at the thought, but it soon begins to fade as doubt once again overtakes you. âBut if we donât would you run away with me?â
Aemond hesitates and then shrugs. âI donât know,â he says honestly. âWe have our duties here.â
Your smile completely disappears at his answer, and your gaze drops to your fiddling fingers. âIâd run away with you if you asked,â you mutter and rest your elbows on your knees to rest your chin on your palms. âWe could ride Astraea and fly far away.â
âBe what?â Aemond queries.
You shrug. âWhoever we want,â you throw out as if it wasn't obvious. âPirates. Rich lords. Dragon riders that discover new lands.â
Aemond scoffs. âI donât have a dragon.â
You look over at him and nudge his arm. âYouâll have one. I know it. There are still many that are unclaimed, my mother says they rest at Dragonstone.â
Aemond meets your gaze and his lips tug to a smile. âIf I asked you to fly me there would you?â
You smirk and nod. âOf course!â You sit up to stand on your feet. âWhoâd be laughing then, huh?â You try to comfort his own insecurities. âAegon. Thatâs who.â
You twirl around and then reach the top of the roof to begin balancing on it as you slowly walk on it. âThereâs Sheepstealer, Greyghost, Silverwing, Vermithor, and the scariest of them all, Cannibal!â You exclaim and jump around, causing Aemond to reach his hands out in case you fell.
âStop that,â he snaps at you while he follows behind you. âYouâll fall.â
You chuckle and turn around again to keep balancing on the top of the roof. âWho would you pick?â You ask.
Aemond hums for a second before he answers with slight excitement. âVermithor, beside Vhagar, Vermithor is one the largest.â
You peer back and shoot him a smile. âNice. Iâd still win you in a race though.â
Aemond smirks. âVermithor is larger, he has more experience as well.â He says smugly.
âBut Astraea is smaller, not so heavy,â you quickly rebuttal. âSo her weight wouldnât slow her down.â
Aemond playfully rolls his eyes. âI guess weâll see,â he plays along and then pushes you forward very gently, causing you to stop in your tracks to turn and try to push him, but he steps back with a laugh.
You giggle in response and try to move ahead, but at that moment you catch a glimpse of your father Laenor standing on a balcony below all alone.
âWhat is it?â Aemond asks as he notices your smile fall.
You lean your head forward to get a better view, catching your father reading a letter. âItâs my father,â you whisper.
Aemond carefully falls beside you and looks out as well to see what youâre seeing.
âCome on,â you urge Aemond and grab his hand to lead him back inside through the window you had climbed out of.
When you're in the safety of the hall you come to a stop and hold your breaths to listen for approaching servants or guards. When you hear no footsteps, or metal clinking against each other you breathe out, and then lead Aemond down the stairs. He makes sure not to let go so he wonât fall behind, or so he can quickly stop you if he hears someone approaching.
Itâs only until you approach the door that leads out to the balcony your father is on that Aemond pulls his hand out of your grasp, causing you to turn and face him with a puzzled look.
âGo,â he encourages you. âIâll go back to my chambers.â
Your eyebrows slowly furrow. âAre you sure? You could join us.â You let him know kindly.
Aemond shakes his head. âItâs okay, heâs your father.â
âMy father wonât get us in trouble for being awake so late,â you try to assure him.
But Aemond remains insistent. âItâs quite alright. Iâll see you on the morrow.â
You donât try and fight him anymore and nod in agreement.
âGoodnight,â he says softly, matching a small soft smile with his words.
You shoot him a sweet smile in return. âGoodnight, Aemond.â You then turn and join your father out on the balcony.
Albeit he doesnât turn when he hears the door close, so you call out to him softly. âFather?â
Said man lifts his head and peers back. When he realizes itâs you he blinks in slight shock whilst a smile tugs on his lips. âWhat are you doing here? It's late.â
You make your way to him and shrug. âI couldnât sleep. And IâŠsaw you down here alone so I wanted to keep you company.â
Rather than countering with disapproval, your father begins to smile. âYou were on the roofs werenât you?â He knows you too well.
Still, you act shocked and clueless, but he sees through you.
âYou gave it away when you said âdown hereâ, and youâre fiddling with your fingers.â
You look down and catch your involuntary act and stop right away whilst you stop beside him against the railing.
âI hope you remember what your mother says about being up there,â your father continues with a more strict tone.
âWell,â you quip innocently. âShe wonât know if she doesnât find out.â
Your father scoffs in amusement as his smile widens. âAlright. As long as you're careful though. Okay?â
You rest your hands on the stone railing and nod. âAlways,â you assure him.
He hums and then looks ahead, causing his smile to fall and your curiosity to heighten. âAre you okay, father?â
Said man blinks in disbelief at your question. Youâve worried about him before, you, perhaps more than the other children. And that can be because youâre older and understand more, or because you are his only legitimate child. Whatever the reason, you were the closest to him out of the other two kids.
âI just miss my sister,â your father admits.
You hum softly and look up to the starry sky. âI know,â you begin to add softly. âPerhaps itâs not the same, but I miss my cousins Baela and Rhaena too. And when I do, I find comfort in gazing at the sky. I watch the stars and the moon and know that even if theyâre far away, weâre still close in some way because regardless of distance, we all look up at the same sky, we all live under the same stars.â
You flicker your eyes to your father and catch a gleam in his eyes while a tender smile paints his face.
âThatâs good,â he says softly and reaches over to pat your shoulder. âIâve never thought of it that way.â
You mirror his smile and look up at the sky. He follows your line of gaze and smiles wider.
âThank you,â he whispers to the stars.
You look over at him and offer him a sweet grin. âOf course. Now,â you roll out and lean back as you grip onto the railing. âSerious question.â
Your father scoffs softly and probes. âOkay. Share.â
âIf I asked you to take me voyaging, would you?â You ask, and turn on your heels to face him excitedly.
âVoyaging?â He questions.
You nod eagerly. âYes!â You exclaim. âVoyaging. You could teach me how to sail. Iâve asked my grandfather Corlys, but he says I should instead learn how to sew correctly.â You huff.
Your father chuckles softly. âYou are terrible.â
You pout. âWell there are better things to do,â you grumble and roll your eyes. âBesides, the Septa is such a prudeâAnwayâŠwe wouldn't even have to go far, just maybe across the narrow sea?â You bat your lashes so you can try and pursue him more effectively.
âWell,â your father sighs. âI donât know how your mother would feel about that, but I can tell you one thing, I can teach you how to sail.â
Your eyes widen with joy. âReally?!â You lean forward and grab his arm. âYou really mean it father?â
His smirk turns slightly smug and he nods. âI could.â
You squeal and turn to hook your arm around his. âAnd then youâd teach me how to wield a sword?â
Your father begins to walk you back inside whilst he answers. âDepends how well you master sailing.â
âAlright,â you nod. âAlright, I can accept that.â
âCan you accept going to bed?â Your father rebuttals with a joke. âThe hour is late.â
âHm, I suppose I could. So when will our first lesson be?â You press.
Your father meets your gaze and matches your smirk. âIâll let you know.â
You smile and nod with contentment.
ââ
*THE NEXT DAY*
Soft thrashes echo around the courtyard as your brothers Lucerys and Jacaerys, and uncles Aegon and Aemond train against straw men.
You arenât really allowed to be watching them, the Septa says that itâs a waste of time, âyouâre a Princess.â she says.
Pft, itâs boring going to lessons, besides, you learn far more by watching the boys swing their swords. You like to memorize them and then mirror those same actions at night when you can practice with a wooden sword you stole.
âSoften your knees,â you hear Ser Criston tell Aemond. âFeet light. Keep your feet light and your hands heavy.â
You drop your eyes to Aemondâs feet and proceed to shift your own feet to mirror his stance. He then moves on so you look over at Aegon and watch him swing his sword, but he gets distracted by passing servants so you roll your eyes and focus on Jace.
However, you then get interrupted. âPrincess, how are lessons today?â
You jump, and when you peer back you see the friendly face of Ser Harwin walking past you.
Luckily it's not the Septa.
âI suppose well,â you sigh and shrug. âSer Criston as always picks favorites.â
The knight hums and stops to turn and face you hidden under the shadows. âAs always,â Ser Harwin agrees. âWhere are you meant to be really?â
You begin to smirk. âGoing to study High Valyrian, but I know it well, so I chose to take the long way there.â
Ser Harwin chuckles softly. âAlright, well keep your head low, you know how Ser Criston gets.â
You shoot him a happy smile and nod eagerly. The knight then walks away and joins the men in the courtyard, leaving you in your hiding spot like always. He never minds you secretly watching from the shadows, he's nice that way. Ser Criston on the other hand, âthis is no place for a lady. Go.â
Heâs such a prude too, heâs also an asshole to your brothers, and to Ser Harwin. Sometimes you wish to just stick a metal sword through his throat so he can shut up.
ââŠLetâs see if you can touch me,â you hear that same man say as you focus back on the courtyard. âYou and your brother.â
You snicker and lift your head up higher to get a better view as Aegon and Aemond begin to fight against Ser Criston. And yes even though heâs an asshole, heâs still an impressive swordsman, youâve learned a lot from watching him.
Itâs also funny seeing him beat Aegon and Aemond.
âAh,â Ser Harwin interjects. âWeapons up boys. Give your enemies no quarter.â
Ser Criston notices Ser Harwin, and leaves Aemond and Aegon defeated to slowly make his way to Ser Harwin.
âIt seems the younger boys could do better with a bit of your attentionâŠSer Criston.â
Right!
âYou question my method ofââ
âAh, young lady there you are!â
Seven Hells!
You jump away from your spot and spin around to face your Septa striding towards you with discontent and judgment.
âIâve just lost my way,â you lie and begin to head back inside before she can pull your ear. âI was heading to lessons.â
Her footsteps follow you and she quickly counters back immediately. âNo, youâll go to your mother, sheâll know about your wrongdoings.â
Thank the gods! She never punishes you like she tells the Septa she will.
âHello there sweet niece!â
Seven HellsâŠ
You narrow your gaze and frown with disgust before you look over your shoulder and shoot Aegon a scowl.
He chuckles like always because he thinks itâs some game.
As if.
âYoung lady,â the Septa begins to scold you as she quickens her pace to reach you. âHe is the prince and your uncle. That is rude, and not ladylike whatsoever. Turn around and greet him back.â
You draw in a deep and annoyed breath and stop in your tracks to turn around. Heâs already looking at you and so is Aemond. âGood Morrow, uncle Aegon,â you greet him with a monotone voice.
Aegon snickers and Aemond joins in this time. Youâd counter, but the Septa would only scold you again, so you pick up the side of your skirt to just turn on your heels and walk back inside.
Once you reach your mother's chambers youâre relieved to see her, but the Septa walks in and snitches.
âPrincess Rhaenyra, I found the Princess at the training yard once again, watching the boys train instead of attending her lessons. Something must be done about her wild behavior, it is not ladylike.â
Since you have your back turned to her you begin to smirk with pride.
âAh,â your mother answers, âIâm sorry, Septa. Iâll have a word with her immediately, thank you for bringing the issue to my attention.â
The Septa hums in agreement before she excuses herself and leaves, letting you swipe the book off the table to turn and walk over to your mother to give her a hello kiss on the cheek before you turn your attention to your one-day-old brother. âGood Morrow, Joffrey, itâs so nice to see you.â
âIf anyone asks, say IâŠâ your mother trails off as you sit by her and open the book. âI kept you from flying for a week.â
You giggle and nod as you turn the pages. âOkay.â
âHow are they doing?â She refers to your brothers.
âUh, Ser Criston as always ignores them, but Ser Harwin just joined them so they should finally begin to learn more,â you share. âHow are you feeling?â You ask and look at her with concern.
Your mother glances at your brother wide awake and staring at her before she gives you an answer. âIâm quite in pain today, the milk is quite uncomfortable.â
You frown since you canât do anything to help her. The only thing you can offer her are words and attempts at some kind of aid. âIâm sorry,â you mumble. âIs there anything I can do?â
Your mother meets your gaze and begins to smile softly. âNo.â She shakes her head. âIâm quite fine. The girls should be here soon.â
Regardless of what she said you put the book down and walk over to the small table by the door to pour some water for her.
âI was thinking,â your mother interjects. âHow would you like to accompany me when I attend the small council meetings? You could serve wine, as I did once.â
You meet her gaze with a slightly shocked look. âReally?â You ask as you walk back to her. âYou mean it?â
Your mother nods. âOf course. Theyâre quite dreadful sometimes, but you want to be more involved so that should help.â
Your smile widens as you turn giddy. âWell, I would really love that. I think itâs a swell idea. Thank you, mother.â
Your mother offers you a happy smile and watches you move a small table closer to her so itâs easier to grab the water while sheâs holding Joffrey.
âThank you, my sweet girl,â she thanks you and caresses your hand as you join her back on the couch. âNow, would you read to me? I wouldnât like you to fall behind on your Valyrian.â
This time without fuss you open the book back up and begin reading the words written on the pages. Thereâs a lot you know already, itâs just some pronunciation that you canât get right at times, but your mother does offer her support so it makes it easier.
Not so soon after albeit, the Wetnurse comes so she steals her attention away, and since the topic isnât as attention seeking to you, you keep reading.
That is until one of her handmaidens walks in looking quite distressed. âPrincess.â
You lower your book to your lap and listen intently.
âThereâs been an incident in the yard. Ser Harwin got in a fight with Ser Criston after an argument broke.â
You swallow thickly and quickly snap your eyes to your mother, noticing her smile had fallen and her gaze lost its happy gleam.
âOkay, thank you,â your mother directs at her handmaiden before she stands up and hands Joffrey to the Wet Nurse. âDo as I said.â
The Wetnurse leaves and your mother turns to face you. âYou can stay here if it pleases you, my sweet, Iâll be back,â she says.
Without questioning her antics you nod to assure her and choose to stay in her chambers as she leaves through a secret door she has in her room; one reason being you really didnât want to go to your room, and two, well you're curious to know what happened.
However, you might have an idea as to what led to that fight. Ser Criston probably provoked Ser Harwin with insinuations about your brothers. Thatâs the only reason why youâd think Ser Harwin would risk his position and hit a member of the Kingsguard.
But then again, Ser Criston deserves to get hit, heâs a dick. Yes hitting him probably only adds fire to the rumors about your brothers and Ser Harwin, but no one knows how insufferable Ser Criston is to your brothers, you, or your mother. He doesnât say anything, but he doesnât have to, his dirty looks, and his cold shoulder when he shows kindness to Aegon, Aemond, Helaena, and Queen Alicent is enough to let you know he doesnât like either of you.
Who knows why?
Regardless, your mother returns shortly after with an even more glum look painted on her face, meaning she overheard nothing good.
âTo ease the pain, Princess,â her handmaiden lets her know as she rinses the cloth.
Your mother remains quiet and lets the handmaiden help her, whilst she now breaks her silence to speak to you. âWhy donât you keep reading to me, yes? You were doing so good.â
âOkay.â You give in to do as she says without probing, even if youâre dying to know what she heard, and even as singing begins to echo out in the hall, getting louder and louder, and also recognizable as the people get closer.
The moment you know itâs your father and hisâŠParamour, singing, you pause and end up sharing a knowing glance with your mother before the doors open and your father stumbles in with Ser Qarl.
âMy dear wife,â your father greets with a chuckle. âMy beautiful daughter.â
You look over at the man and offer him a sweet smile, noticing that he in fact is drunk; you can tell by his happy smile and his unbuttoned coat.
âPrincess,â Ser Qarl greets your mother and then looks over at you. âPrincess.â
âHello, Ser Qarl,â you greet back, and then leave your book as you stand up since going off by the hardened look on your mother's face, what follows seems private and unpleasant.
âOhâŠI fell down,â your father interjects and then snickers.
Yeah, heâs incredibly drunk. Again.
âIâm going to check on my brothers,â you let your mother know before you press a kiss on her cheek.
âOkay,â she answers and returns a kiss to your cheek. You then walk over to the door and stop by your father.
âBye father,â you say with a smile regardless of his current state.
âOh youâre leaving,â he counters and grabs your arm. âWhy donât you stay?â He turns to face your mother and then looks at Ser Qarl. âYou should have heard what she told me last night. It was the sweetest thing.â
You grab his arm to gently slide your arm from his grasp. âIâm going to check on the boys, father, really,â you cut him off and go on your tiptoes to press a peck on his cheek. âGoodbye.â
âIâll see you later then, my darling,â he doesnât argueâor he just doesnât have the right mind right now to try. Which benefits you, heâs drunk, he gets quite annoying when heâs so drunk so itâs good he didnât insist.
Yet the curiosity in you does want you to stay back and listen to what your mother was going to tell himâbut no, you canât. Besides, she probably wouldâve told you to leave either wayâŠ.
That doesnât mean you canât just snoop.
No, you canât. Youâll know soon. You canât give in to temptation even if itâs killing you. You canât!
ââ
*SOMETIME LATER*
ââŠIt is Lord Blackwoodâs contention, therefore, that the Brackens moved the boundary stones in the dead of the night and put their horses to graze in his field.â
Okay, yes, the excitement of accompanying your mother to these small council meetings has quickly washed away. All they do is talk and talk over insignificant matters.
âWhy was this issue not brought before Lord Grover?â Queen Alicent asks. âHas he grown so feeble he cannot settle a quarrel over rocks?â
The Lords and others have stopped asking for wine halfway through this damned meeting, making for a dull wait.
âIâve heard a tale that Lord Groverâs son now rules Riverrun in all but name,â a Lord adds.
âWell, he is also a Tully and this remains a Tully problem,â Alicent says.
âI would agree,â your grandfather interjects, letting Lord Tyland now cut in.
âIf we may move on, my lordsââ
âAnd yet,â your mother cuts him off, continuing with the previous matter. âThe Brackens and the Blackwoods will use any excuse to spill each other's blood. So this dispute bears looking into. There will be countryfolk who know where the lines have been drawn for generations.â
âThat is easy enough,â the Lord Hand agrees, causing Queen Alicent to scoff quietly in disagreement.
âOf course.â She shakes her head and takes a sip of wine with that same bitchy attitude she always bestows your mother, you, and your siblings. She doesnât try to hide it either, making for yet someone else you dislike.
âSer Tyland,â the Hand returns to his matter.
âUh, we should address the latest developments in the Stepstones, my Lords.â
Your grandfather groans and comments with discontent. âWill we ever be shut of that blasted place?â
âIf you ask me, I think the Blackwoods have the upper hand,â Lord Beesbury randomly cuts in with a topic already dealt with.
âWeâve moved on to the Stepstones, Lord Beesbury,â the Maester informs the old lord, causing you to look over at your mother to meet her gaze and share an amused look you quickly hide.
âAnd the Triarchyâs new alliance with Dorne,â Ser Tyland adds and makes sure to say it loud enough so Lord Beesbury can hear, only making you drop your head to hide your stifled smile.
âI was hoping our negotiations with Sunspear might persuade them to see reason,â your grandfather adds before coughing into his cloth. âTo trust a Martell is to be disappointed.â
âAnd where, I wonder, is our Prince Daemon?â A lord asks. âOr I suppose I should call him King, as he styled himself when he won a battle thereâŠonce.â
You see the man smirk faintly as he fills with pride at his own comment only because the man he speaks of isnât here. Youâve heard of his, uh, rash behavior, so youâd like to hear the Lord dare say the same thing with your uncle here.
He wouldnât.
ââŠwe have left it undefended,â you focus back on the conversation as your mother speaks. âThere shouldâve been fortifications built, watchtowers, a fleet of ships, a garrison of soldiers sent to hold our ground.â
âWe cannot afford it,â Alicent counters. âOur coffers are great, but not infinite. We must consider the cost to our subjects.â
âI must agreeââ
âThe cost of war is greater,â your mother cuts Lord Beesbury off. âBut we have been lax and the old monster now lifts its head.â
You drift your gaze to Alicent to wait for what sheâd respond with, but a second of silence passes as she just glowers at your mother before she responds with ignorance. âLet us be finished.â
âYes,â your grandfather breathes out with exhaustion, letting the other lords get up.
Albeit your mother stays seated and continues the meeting as everyone is out of their seats. âWait. I wish to speak.â
You blink in confusion and focus on her as everyone except Alicent sits back down, and she continues.
âI have felt theâŠstrifeâŠâ your mother begins to say. âBetween our families of late, my Queen. And for any offense given by mine, I apologize. But we are one house. And long before that, we were friends.â
You glance at Alicent and see her expression has not softened whatsoever, she remains shooting glares and looking uninterested in what your mother has to say.
âMy son Jacaerys will inherit the Iron Throne after me,â your mother adds, making you look down at your hands clasped together and sigh softly withâŠuneasiness. âI propose we betroth him to your daughter, Helaena. And my only daughter will inherit Dragonstone when I ascend the ThroneâŠâ
You blink and look over at your mother at the mention of your name, feeling your face slowly release the tension you began to have on your jaw.
âI propose we betroth her to your son, Aemond.â She offers in hopes for peace.
And at the sound of this news, finally, your interest is piqued, and a soft smile breaks on your face. Not only that but your grandfather glances over at you to share the same happiness with his smile.
âAlly ourselves,â your mother tries to further pursue the Queen. âOnce and for all. Let them rule together.â
âA most judicious proposition,â your grandfather agrees with a smile.
Yet when you look over at Alicent, you donât see that same joy.
âAdditionally,â your mother goes on. âIf Syrax brings forth another clutch of eggs your son Aemond will have his choice of themâŠa symbol of our goodwill.â
Your smile widens as you feel glad for Aemond having more chances to bond with his own dragon.
âRhaenyra,â Alicent calls out with a serious tone.
You look over at Alicent and wait for what she has to say on the matter, but instead, she goes quiet and just watches your mother, causing you to follow her line of gaze and notice that your mother is leaking milk.
âOh,â your mother says as she covers her breasts. âSeven Hells.â
You glance around to check if you have anything you could give her so she can cover up and avoid the stares from the men, but you have nothing to hand her. And that only makes you feel bad for her.
âMy dear,â your grandfather interjects. âA dragon's egg is a handsome gift.â
âThe King and I thank you for your offer and we will consider it duly.â Alicent bounces on after her husband. âYou must rest now, husband.â She moves on to your grandfather's side, urging him to get up to finally end the meeting.
âYes,â he agrees and gets up. Before he turns to walk away he stops before you and caresses your chin with a sweet smile on his face. âHave a pleasant day, darling.â
You beam at him and gently grasp his hand. âAnd you grandfather.â
Before he leaves and takes his hand away, you quickly take the shell from your pocket that you collected not so long ago and pass it to him.
When he feels what heâs now holding he pulls his hand away and glances at the delicate shell and chuckles softly. âOh, why, what a wonderful surprise. Thank you.â He whispers excitedly and pats your shoulder before heâs whisked away, making the other lords scurry out after him, and ultimately leaving your mother and you to leave the room last.
âIâm sorry I didnât mention the proposal before my Sweet. Do you like it though?â She asks you as you walk with her to her chambers.
You turn your head to meet her gaze and nod, noticing she looks even more upset now than seconds ago. Her gaze also looks distant.
âYes, I do,â you assure her so she can know that she at least got someone to agree with her. âAemond and I are rather good friends. Heâs very nice to me.â
Your mother blinks and focuses on you to offer you a faint smile. âGood, that makes me happy. Youâll make a good pair.â
You glance ahead and feel even more giddy at the thought of telling him, and feel especially more happy at the idea that you wouldnât have to leave after all.
âDo you think the Queen will accept?â You canât help but ask. âGrandfather seems quite content with the proposals.â
Your mother shrugs. âI hope she does, but we'll see.â
You hope she does, you really hope so.
âMay I go tell him?â You blurt with a growing smile.
Your mother notices your joy and canât help but smile, albeit you do notice it is a bit strained as her attention wavers between you and her thoughts. âYes, go on, but remember itâs not official yet.â
You shoot her a beaming grin before you pick up your gowns skirt to run up the stairs and hurry to Aemondâs chambers where you know heâll be at this time of day. Once you finally reach his quarters you knock once and donât wait a second before you knock repeatedly until the moment the door opens and heâs there with an annoyed expression.
âI assumed it was you with that annoying knocking,â he remarks.
You beam at him and then grab his arm to pull him out of his chambers since you aren't allowed to be in his quarters alone. âGuess what?â You ask in a sing-song voice while you begin to walk down the hall.
Aemond sighs deeply. âYou know I hate playing this game with you.â
You roll your eyes and ignore his comment to share the news. âI was at the small council meeting and received glorious news.â
Aemond finally gets his interest piqued and looks at you with a curious stare, whilst you begin to only smile wider.
âMy mother proposed that we get married and rule Dragonstone,â you share giddily.
Aemondâs eyes slowly widen, and you notice he swallows thickly.
âIsnât that great?â You probe and grab his hand. âThat means I wouldnât have to leave and we wonât have to be apart.â
Aemondâs gaze lingers on yours for a moment without any reaction whatsoever. It was beginning to discourage you, but he slowly begins to smile; itâs a faint gesture, but he does smile and you take it as a good sign.
âYes,â he agrees softly. âThatâs good news. What did my mother say?â
Your smile falters at that question, but you keep trying to remain hopeful. âShe said sheâd think about it. I hope she agrees. I donât think I want to marry anyone else truthfully.â You look ahead and let his hand go to clasp yours.
âYes,â Aemond comments. âMe neither.â
A heat grows on your cheeks, and you feel so flustered that you almost canât talk, but you add softly. âAnyway, thatâs all the worthwhile news I had to share. I hope your mother agrees.â
âMe too,â Aemond agrees, heightening your excitement and causing it to last all day.
It's such a bubbling excitement that you could hardly sleep. That's all that invaded your mind, that proposal and the hope that theyâd accept so you wouldn't have to leave, and so you wouldnât marry anyone else but your best friend.
However, as that excitement shone over you, a dark cloud soon lurked. Besides the pain you know your mother feels, thereâs that dark stormy cloud that still looms over her, only now itâs far more unruly and out of control, causing your shining excitement to slowly dim.
Especially when she wouldn't let you leave as Ser Harwin came to her chambers to say his goodbyes before leaving for Harrenhal.
Your assumption was right, he did fight Ser Criston because of insinuations. And yes, it doesnât prove anything, they could pass it as just a snap of emotions on Ser Harwinâs part, but he's leaving regardless.
ââŠbe good to your mother and sister, lads,â you hear Ser Harwin tell both Lucerys and Jacaerys. âIâll visit when I can.â His leather creaks as he stands up. âBut that may be some time.â
Quick footsteps sound on the floor, causing you to look up from your book and catch Jacaerys approaching your mother.
âJace,â she mutters as she begins to caress the back of his head.
Ser Harwin then follows after your brother with that same soft look he always seemed to have around them, your mother, and even you.
âI will return,â the Knight tells your brother before he lifts his chin. âI promise.â
Your brother nods, letting Ser Harwin part away to approach your mother, but as he does, you look back at your book and pretend to read since you canât actually bring yourself to focus.
Silence follows for a moment before you hear a kiss and then sweet words that follow by the same man. âI will be a stranger when we meet again.â
More silence follows, causing you to slowly lift your eyes, noticing that Ser Harwin and your mother were just holding each other's gazes. It was a gleaming gaze from him, you canât read hers since her back is facing you, but you did know she cared for him, so you imagine it's as hurt as his.
But even still them looking at each other with so much tenderness and longing makes you wish for something as passionate as what they had. You want someone to look at you like how Ser Harwin looks at your mother, soft and lovingly.
âPrincess,â he bows his head softly before his eyes begin to drift past her shoulder to where you are, so you hastily pretend to be reading once more and let him approach you before you look up and act clueless.
âFarewell sweet Princess, weâll see each other again someday. But until then, may you let no one change who you are.â He offers you the same sweet smile he had given your brothers, so you can't help but offer him a kind smile as well before a response.
âFarewell Ser Harwin, may your journey home be pleasant.â
The knight offers you one last smile before he turns to collect his stuff to finally leave once and for all. Once he makes it outside though, Jacaerys runs after Ser Harwin but comes to a stop just past the chamber doors. Your mother follows and they both watch the Knight walk away.
âWe will exchange letters by raven,â your mother assures Jacaerys. âWonât that be fun?â
âWhy do I look different from my sister?â Jacaerys bluntly asks your mother, causing you to blink in disbelief and straighten up to keep listening. âIs Harwin Strong my father? Am I a bastard?â
Your mother looks back to check if Lucerys is listening, but he isnât; he's too distracted by his own thing.
âYou are a Targaryen,â your mother assures your brother. âSame as your sister. Thatâs all that matters.â
Jacaerys says nothing in return, he doesnât look content with her response, but it lets your mother press a kiss on his forehead before urging him back inside and following shortly after.
And now that is dealt with you close your book and get up to try and leave. âMay I take my leave, mother? I wanted to go out to the gardens with Helaena.â
Your mother's gaze snaps to you and she swallows thickly before she approaches you with an even darker cloud that begins to creep toward you now.
âI need to tell you something,â she says and grabs your shoulder before cupping your cheek. âWeâre going to be leaving.â
Just like that the cloud fully looms over you now, basking you in its darkness and gloom. âWhat?â You gasp in disbelief.
âMy sweet please,â she mutters quietly. âMake a good example for your brothers.â
You draw in a deep breath and only frown deeper.
âItâs for the best,â she tries to convince you without making too much of a fuss. âOur time here has come to an end.â
You shake your head. âBut what of the proposals? Aemond?â You argue.
âIf Alicent agrees then youâll come back when youâre older, okay?â She tries to assure you. âYou can always exchange letters.â
You let out a shaky sigh, and lose your gaze on the floor as you begin to bite the inside of your cheek. âAnd grandfather?â You ask.
Your mother lets out a soft sigh, itâs shaky, but she responds as best as she can. âWeâll send ravens. Weâll be better at Dragonstone.â
If this is going to happen, if you are going to leave here then thereâs only one thing that can assure you. âWill we leave together?â You ask and slowly meet her gaze. âAll of us? Even father?â
Your mother caresses your cheek and nods. âOf course. Weâre all going home.â
Home.
Itâs only home as long as your family is there with you. So as long as thatâs intact then itâs okay. Youâll be happy to go home.
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Chapter 4 Snow on the beach
Chapter 4 of Moonlight
A/N- last full Cregan chapter, now onto Aemond, letâs see if he can beat Lord Stark
Warning- Swearing, ANGST, FLUFF!, Talks of blood and death, suggestive nfsw, LONG CHAPTER.
Pairing- Cregan Stark x Velaryon!fem-reader, Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!fem-reader
Episode- Before 1x08
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*127 AC*
ââŠweâre hoping for a girl, so if the gods are generous you will have that sister you always wanted, wouldnât that be great?
Daemon also hopes for the babe to be a girl. He said maybe you could choose a name, would you like that? I think itâs a marvelous idea, please write your ideas.â
A girl? Your mother is hoping for a girl again?
Maybe itâs because youâre far away from her and you haven't seen her in four years, but the idea of her having another daughter besides you makes you feel bitter with jealousy.
Is that cruel to feel?
âAnyway, Iâm glad you have made friends with Lady Arra, I hate the thought of you being alone so far away. Tell me is she kind? Itâs okay to admit if sheâs rude and a bitchââ
You snicker softly at your mother's words regardless of your previous feelings.
ââitâll stay between us. But if you donât feel comfortable telling your mother then tell your cousins or your brothers. They wonât tell, trust me, Jacaerys never wants to show me what you write to each other now, but, it makes me glad that you share a bond regardless of distance. I know he misses you as I do, my Sweet.
I love you so much.
Love always, your mother, Rhaenyra.â
You put the letter down on the desk and simply smile softly. You donât cry anymore when you read her letters.
The first two years that's all you could do, cry as you read what your mother, grandmother, brothers, and even what your cousins wrote. You just longed to be by their side again, you missed them terribly. But when your rendezvous with Cregan changed to secret forbidden romantic nights, you stopped crying at night and when you read the letters from home.
Now albeit you feel like starting crying again. Is it stupid to feel jealous about her having another daughter? Is it foolish to feel like youâll be replaced?
Youâre so far away, and youâll always be far away because of your marriage to Aemond, so having another daughter will cure that longing to have you with her. Having another daughter also means sheâll replace you because itâs a daughter shared with the man sheâs in love with, not someone she married out of political gain, not someone who had different preferences. Sheâll be the apple of your mother's eye, of their eyeâ
No! No, itâs stupid, youâre being stupid. Your mother loves you, sheâll never do such a terrible thing.
AlbeitâŠbefore, when she was with Ser Harwin hoping for another girl you didn't fill you with jealousy then because at least you had your father; he wasnât always available, but he was there, he loved you too. Heâs gone now though, so if she does replace you youâll have no one.
ââ
*4 FEW YEARS BACK*
âAll right, nowâŠâ he trails off and glances around the ship, you follow his line of gaze to see what heâd point to, but he then turns around and points at something else completely. ââŠthat. What do we call that and whatâs its use?â
You squint your eyes on the large spar that extends forward from the ship's vessel prow and think back to what he and Ser Qarl have taught you whilst on your way to Dragonstone.
Out of all the things youâve learned, it takes time to come up with the answer right away, but it then comes to mind. âItâs the bowsprit!â You clap with excitement. âAnd it prevents the ship fromâŠuh, being submerged in water when the waters are rough!â
âYes!â Your father exclaims. âYes! Good job.â
You skip forward and then speak to Ser Qarl. âIâve thought of a scenario, all right, Ser Qarl.â
Said man leans his arm against a barrel and scoffs in amusement before he softly throws his chin up to gesture you to share what he asked of you a while ago. Something you thought of with a lot of precaution.
âIâm on deck, and then whoa, I get attacked,â you tell him as you clasp your hands back and walk towards the quarter-deck. âPirates are coming on the ship, my crew is getting hurt, so then I run forward, use my blade to cut the main yard, and swing across the deck to save them, and myself.â You finish proudly and spin around to face both men with a smile. âHuh? Is that good?â
Ser Qarl and your father share a glance and break into a chuckle, making your smile falter. They think itâs stupid, donât they?
You knew it! Itâs too dramatic and childish.
âThatâsâŠâ your father clears his throat and walks over to you to wrap his arm around your shoulders. âThatâs a great plan, darling, well thought out.â
You look up at him with uncertainty and probe. âReally?â
He shoots you a grin and nods. âYes, really.â
âYouâll make a fine sailor,â Ser Qarl compliments. âProbably one better than your father.â
You're quick to please so once again you canât help but bring back your smile to your features.
âYes,â your father agrees. âYou will. Youâll make a legendary sailor.â
ââ
*NOW*
âSee! Thatâs how you do it!â Cregan exclaims and flashes a smile as he admires how the arrow impales exactly at the center of the makeshift target. âLetâs see you best that.â
What if he wants to replace you, Prince Daemon?
He has daughters, but those are his own, what if for some reason he just wants to replace you?
Cregan calls your name, but you don't answer or look his way. Instead, you stay lost in your mind and think that itâs unbelievable that your mother would want to replace you. She loves you, all of you, in fact, she was often advised that she not be so affectionate towards any of you, especially towards your brothers, so she wouldnât just replace you.
No?
Cregan calls for you again and this time touches your shoulder, snapping you from your messy thoughts raveld in your brain.
âYes?â You query and meet his curious grey eyes.
Cregan blinks and then points at the target with his eyes. âItâs your turn darling,â he says and quickly looks back at you to study you.
Albeit before he catches anything, you pick up your bow and an arrow to then go stand where Cregan was. You exhale softly to try and forget what you were thinking of while you shift your feet and lift your arms. You get the arrow in position and get ready to shoot it, but hands then fall on your arms, making your breath catch and your gaze drift to the corner of your eyes to look at Cregan behind you.
âRelax your bow arm,â he advises softly as he holds your gaze the entire time.
You canât help but smile and stare at his lips.
âYou did hear me?â He asks.
You relax your bow arm like he said and nod.
âJust making sure. Youâre not looking at me in the eyes,â he teases.
You laugh softly and slowly meet his gaze with a playful smirk. He snickers and then steals a quick peck from your lips before he stands back.
You flash him a giddy grin before you look back at the makeshift target and draw out a soft exhale again before letting the arrow fly.
Albeit the arrow whizzes past the target clung onto a thin tree.
âI see,â Cregan stifles his laugh and crosses his arms over his chest. âThat was terrible.â
You sigh and lower your arm to stand back without meeting his gazeâyour mind is just too lost.
âYour teacher must not be so good, you missed the target. Youâre usually good,â he continues to tease.
You drop your arms and huff. âThe tree is too thin,â you throw out the first complaint that comes to mind.
âThe target isnât the problem,â Cregan points out honestly. âWhen we go hunting the prey is moving. At battle, the target is moving as well. This. this is easy.â
âI wonât use a bow and arrow,â you remark and briefly meet his gaze. âIâll have a sword in battle, and Astraea.â
Since you glance up as if you could see Astraea overhead you miss the way Cregan watches you and sees right through your troubled mind right away.
âThe target isnât the problem,â he repeats and leans his equipment against the tree behind him to approach you. âWhatâs wrong? What troubles you?â He asks softly and takes the stuff from your hands to put it by his.
You know youâll sound like a total whiner, a spoiled brat most likely. Heâs more humble than most of the people at Kings Landing, so he probably wonât agree, but all these thoughts are overflowing your mind and theyâre beginning to drown you, you canât hold back anymore. Besides he is your best friend, and yourâŠparamour? Partner?
No that sounds too official, you arenât. Paramour sounds rightâheâs your secret paramour. He should know what troubles you.
âItâs,â you begin to share and sigh deeply. âItâs my mother. Sheâs with child again.â
He hums and just like you predicted he responds nicely which contradicts your frown and gleaming eyes. âThatâs great news, Iâm happy for youâŠ.â He trails off as he notices your reaction and backtracks. âIs it not great news?â
You mindlessly grab the pendant your grandmother had given you and mutter. âTheyâre hoping for a girl, again. Aegon came out as a boy so theyâre hoping for a girl this timeâŠto replace me.â
Cregan sighs and shakes his head as he looks at you as if youâre mad. âWhat? Darling, why would you think that?â
Tears fall out of your eyes as youâre overwhelmed with sorrow you canât surpass. âBecause,â your voice quivers. You canât even look at Cregan in the eyes or else youâll just feel a worse anguish in your heart. âUnlike Aegon and this new baby, theyâll have soon, I wasnât made out of love. My parents had a duty to commit, not Prince Daemon and my mother. They love each other, their kids are made out of love. She wants to replace me with a daughter she wasnât forced to have. A different daughter thatâŠâ you trail off and shake your head whilst you wipe the tears that manage to break out. ââŠthatâs not like me.â
Cregan sighs softly and closes the gap between the two of you with an embrace. âOh my darling girl,â he says as he begins to caress your back. âThatâs the most maddest thing Iâve heard.â
Now that youâre in his embrace, as his comforting smell filters into your nose you can no longer hold back your tears, you cry softly as you hug him.
âI may not know your mother, but from what youâve told me, it seems she loves you,â he assures you. âSheâd never replace you. Never. Who would replace a woman like you?â He asks and pulls back to cup your cheeks. âItâs like if you had a daughter already, wouldn't you want another if the gods were generous enough?â
Well, when he puts it that way.
âI suppose I would,â you whisper.
Cregan offers you a faint smile and nods. âSee? You just miss your mother, thatâs all. Besides youâre her eldest, youâre special to her, you always will be no matter who comes along.â He assures you while he wipes your tears away before he leans in and presses a gentle kiss on your lips and on your forehead.
âYouâll always be my favorite girl regardless.â he finishes saying to lift your spirits.
And you can't help it, you slowly begin to smile before you steal a lingering kiss that he takes over and deepens. When you pull back you lean your forehead against his and wipe his lips with your thumb.
âThank you, Cregan,â you whisper with your heart beginning to race as words just run up your throat. âI donât know how Iâd survive being so far away without you.â
The corner of his lips tug to a soft smile. âIâm the one that should be thankful,â he whispers against your lips. âThe gods put you in my life and saved me from this loneliness I was bestowed with.â
Your entire face burns and you canât help but flash him a blissful beaming grin before slamming your lips against his. Right away Cregan slides his hands to the sides of your head and begins to push you back against the tree, whilst your hands travel to the back of his neck, and your nails dig into his skin.
Driven by passion Cregan then begins to slide his hands down, letting them linger on your breasts before he tears open the top part of your dress, making you gasp. Yet your disbelief is short-lived because you then give in and unbuckle his shirt.
Albeit, soon thereafter he forces himself away and lets his head hang low as if suddenly troubled. You try to ease his stress by grabbing his face and reaching for more but he stops you. âWho would I be if I made you mine?â He mumbles between pants. âI canât.â
Your smile softens as you're quick to reassure him. âYou wonât dishonor yourself or me because I love you.â
Cregan holds your gaze in disbelief but canât help his smile from spreading on his face. âWe said we wouldn't fall in love.â He reminds you of your ultimatum.
You sigh. âI couldnât resist myself, not when youâre the very breath in my lungs. Without you, I canât breathe.â
It might be foolish to say, no it is stupid since you wonât marry, but itâs a truth you canât hide. Not from him, not when heâs driven you too madly in love. And especially not when he grins so tenderly for you.
âIf thatâs so then I can finally relieve myself of this weight Iâve been carrying for too long and say that I love you too,â he confesses with a sense of relief as if he had been forced to hold it all back.
And you knew itâs a bad idea, you told yourself you wouldnât give in to such passionate temptations, but youâre a woman pushed away from the mother who could teach her the reality, you remember her loving passionately and freely and you canât help but live by those terms and smile at the man before you before you feed your forbidden passion by stealing a kiss.
âGive me the privilege of giving me your maidenhead then,â he whispers against your lips and steals the very breath from your lungsââgive me the privilege of being mine. Only mine.â
You meet his gaze and never think about Aemond, he doesnât cross your mind when youâre with Cregan. He should be the very thing that stops you, but he's left you alone, so neither you nor Cregan think of the consequences of what could happen, youâre too driven by lust, passion, and by love.
âAs long as you are mine,â you whisper impatiently as you pull his shirt off.
Cregan smirks and nods. âFrom this day until the end of my days,â he whispers happily against your lips as he holds your gaze and nothing else.
ââ
*A FEW MONTHS LATER*
âYou know when I was a little girl I used to be scared of the North,â you tell Cregan while you admire a flame dancing on a candle on your end table.
âWhyâs that?â He asks with some amusement playing in his tone.
You snicker and peer back at him with a smirk. âThe servants' children said that giant spiders roamed the snowy lands and that northern men were big, brutish, and stole women from the homes of their husbands.â
Cregan pulls his hand away from your bare hip and you can practically hear those dark eyebrows furrow while those pink pouted lips only crease to a frown.
When you churn your head youâre proven right when you see him looking at you with a pointed look. âThey say that?â He presses as if those people had personally offended him.
Your smirks turns to a teasing smile and you nod. âA lot of people like to make up reality when they donât know it.â
Cregan grumbles and turns to lie on his back and look at the canopy overhead. You ache for more of his gentle but rough fingers so you turn and tangle your legs with his while you place your hand on his chest.
âDid you ever imagine youâd love a brutish man?â Cregan asks and almost sounds deeply serious.
You snicker and tease him. âDo I? Or did this man take me from my quarters and make me his?â
Cregan blinks and turns his head down with a smile he canât help but flash at you. âMaybe itâs you who has cast a spell on me. I heard that the Valyrians were blood sorcerers.â
You giggle and sigh longingly. âI wish I could do such a thing, but the practice is forbidden and lost in your family, unfortunately. My natural beauty is the only thing that took you under a spell.â
Cregan blesses your ears with a hearty chuckle before he flips swiftly and captures you under him. You bite your cheeks to not yelp out of excitement and alert a servant or a guard.
âThat is indeed true,â he flatters you and leans down to capture your lips in his. âYou have a bewitching beauty.â
You grin and hook your arms around his neck to keep him close. âOh, I like that.â You coo. âIt makes me sound frightening.â
He hums and averts his gaze before interjecting. âNo not bewitching then. Enchanting.â
Your smile softens and you canât help but look at him softly as if he had just made you fall in love with his words alone.
âTell me,â he continues to fill the comforting silence. âWhat else did you think of when you were young? More fake stories about northern men?â
You chuckle softly and shake your head. âWell,â you part your lips and sigh deeply as you think back to several years worth of thoughts, casting a long silence.
Cregan doesnât mind the silence though, he liked to watch you in the silence like an admirer watches art they find fascinating; he never could get enough of the beauty before him. He even liked to admire you while you parted your lips.
âWithout getting too depressingââ
Yet you donât get to finish because the door handle suddenly clicks before the door bursts open, leaving you no time to attempt to hide, only leaving a second for Cregan to flip himself off you.
Nevertheless, the intruder happens to be Arra, Creganâs wife, and your closest friend.
It turns out that Arra didnât turn out to be the concern you worried sheâd be, unexpectedly she turned out to be a good friend even if you do love her husband. Sure it took time to become friends mostly because you pushed away the possibility out of your fear that she hated you, but she doesnât.
It also turns out that her preferences are different, she enjoys the company of women, mainly that of her handmaiden. She just put on an act that day Cregan became Lord to fool the masses. Which is a relief, you probably wouldn't be able to handle the guilt if she actually loved him.
âArra,â Cregan hisses and pulls the furs over you to cover up your bare chest.
âForgive me,â she mutters as she quickly closes the door behind her before she waltzs in and throws herself next to you on the bed. âI grew bored listening to all the maester had to tell me so I pretended I needed to talk to my husband.â
One would think you would be appalled that sheâs lying next to Cregan and you with nothing on but the furs keeping you warm, but, well in your time together, as youâve grown closer itâs just something you do and donât question. For one, Arra says she finds no romantic interest in Cregan, and heâs her husband under the old gods, secondly, she jokes that sheâs basically married to you too because of how much Cregan loves you, so itâs just like partners being in bed with one another; arra says.
As for Cregan and you, well, youâve grown accustomed to it, and to keep up appearances youâve chosen to find a taste for it.
âItâs one of the dreading days isnât it?â You query Arra knowingly. âThatâs why I pretend Astraea needs tending to. They donât bother me when I say Iâm with her.â
Arra rolls her eyes and Cregan frowns at the canopyââI really detest that I have to suffer through the Maesters dreadful lectures without you. Youâre my ward, you're meant to suffer with me.â
You snicker. âI suffered through enough of them with the previous Lady, and I will have to suffer through worse lectures in Kings Landing, Iâm taking advantage of your kindness.â
Arra snaps her head to you, and you meet her gaze and you both break into laughter.
âYou know we were in a conversation,â Cregan cuts in quite annoyed that your precious moments were so rudely interrupted.
You donât mind Arra barging and find it as an excuse to see Cregan later so you drag her in your conversation. âHe asked me what I would think about when I was young.â
Arra hums curiously and fixes herself to get comfortable, much to Creganâs protest.
âWell,â you finally share your long-awaited response. âWhen my head wasn't literally in the clouds or fantasizing about my desires, I would often think about my future. Who I would marry, where I would go, what would happen to me, and who I wanted to be.â
A silence lingers where both Arra and Cregan think about what you said and why someone young would have to think about something so serious so early on. They both grew curious about who it is you wanted to be before a future was chosen for you, but Cregan beats Arra to the question.
âWho is that you wanted to be?â
You sigh dreamily and rest your head on his shoulder first before you tell the tale you were forced to leave behind along with your childhood. âBesides wanting to be a sailor, or an explorer, or a singer, I wanted to be Queen, a kind one like great, great grandmother Queen Alyssane, and my ancestor Queen Rhaenys.â
âQueen?â Arra probes between a joke and a serious demeanor.
You nod softly. âI was the eldest, I thought it was my right, but wellâŠâ you trail off and leave it untouched because they know why your dreams werenât granted. Albeit you do defend yourself. âNot that I resent my brother, I never have, I kept dreaming after that dream was crushed.â You smile softly and that assures Cregan that he can poke at you now.
âWhat is it you wanted after that? To be a pirate? Isnât that something you asked to be?â
You laugh and nod against his chest, letting him wrap his arm around your head to press you against him. âYes well, besides that I dreamt of things I could never be, things I no longer crave becauseâŠmy feet around on the ground now, and because when I think about tomorrow I see the people I love beside me.â
Another silence follows and this time itâs not so tense, itâs comforting and full of sweet bliss. Arra breaks it and what she shares doesnât bring tension. âI was in crisis when I was young because I learned I fancied women, and then I hated the fact that I would have to marry a man.â
âI wanted to meet a giant that I thought lived far north,â Cregan shares and right away Arra and you share a knowing look because compared to Arra and you, that was such a sweet and weightless response. He doesnât seem to understand what his response meant though, so when Arra and you start laughing heâs just left puzzled.
âWhat is it? Iâm being serious, arenât you?â
ââ
*128 AC*
Screams fill the room while the sour metallic smell of blood begins to filter the room.
âCome on my Lady push! The babe is almost out!â The midwife instructs Arra.
Albeit Arra throws her head back and shakes her head. âI canât,â she cries out shakily. âI canât! It hurts! Please donât make me go on, please,â she begs with streams of tears mixing with the thick beads of sweat that bathe her face.
âArra,â you mumble and lean over to grab her jaw and tilt her head to the side so she can meet your gaze. âArra, I know it hurts, I know, but you have to keep going for your babe. If you donât then theyâll die,â you share the harsh truth so she can get inspired. âThe pain is almost over. I promise.â
Seeing and hearing her in pain is something you donât want to witness, you know the possibility of her outcome and it frightens you; not for selfish reasons, but rather because sheâs your friend, your best friend and you know how cruel childbirth can be and she doesnât deserve to suffer.
You want to be back to when it was just Cregan, you, and her, simple and serene times. Days when youâd sit under the old weirwood tree with her, and her lady paramour, Genevieve, and sing a sweet song to the babe still growing in her belly.
âSomething,â she stammers as she holds your gaze. âSomething feels wrong.â
You look up to meet the gaze of her handmaiden and lover and mirror a concerned look before you look at the abnormal amount of blood that is pooling around her.
âWe wonât let anything bad happen to you,â Genevieve assures her even if youâre both starting to know the cruel truth.
âPromise,â she continues to say in a way that doesnât involve the others but doesnât give away that her words are coming solely from her own aching heart.
âPush, my Lady, push!â They instruct again, and she listens, she puts as much effort as she can into delivering the babe that Cregan and her managed to make. However, she loses too much blood as the babe struggles to come out of her.
Arra doesn't even get to meet her son, she took her last breath as he cried for the first time, and your own heart wept at the realization.
But how does that compare to when you tell Cregan?
He didnât love her, itâs true, but he did care for her. She was his best friend since childhood, a close confidant, and his wife. Heâll be so heartbroken and you dread seeing more of his sorrow, he was already so distressed when she began to bleed more than normal. He had to leave the room at that momentâWhich in turn becomes an issue though because now no one can find him.
Albeit, you know where he is. Itâs obvious too. Itâs the only place he can think of going to at such a desperate moment. The Godswood.
âCregan,â you call out as you see him sitting on a tree trunk by the red-leafed Heart tree.
Said man looks up with gleaming eyes. You don't hesitate to approach him and crouch down in front of him. âItâs a boy,â you share with a faint smile but with melancholy, he doesn't miss but ignores, Cregan actually smiles at the ground and murmurs.
âRickon.â
You take his hands in yours and lose your smile as the dread of sharing the news begins to choke you, threatening you not to speak. Albeit he looks up at you and sees right through you again; he sees the tears stains on your cheeks, and the new tears that begin to form, and he knows he can no longer ignore the truth.
âNo,â he mutters and shakes his head. âNo, it cannot be true.â
You sniffle. âIâm sorry,â you whisper.
Cregan drops his head to hide his sorrow from you. After all these years he still hides his anguish, but now he doesnât put on a brave face and then hides away in his chambers, now he lets you see his vulnerability. He lets you comfort him.
âIâm sorry,â you repeat and begin to caress his back. âIâm sorry.â
Cregan drops his head on your shoulder, letting you slide your hands around his neck so you can gently caress him and accompany him in his grief. You wish you could stay like that for a while longer, but you can't be caught being so affectionate so when the others found him you could go on pretending.
You learned to get better at pretending. In the first year of your secret relationship, you were almost caught doing things friends shouldn't do too many times, luckily it didnât happen and a scandal didnât spreadâŠall because of Arra, she offered her aide then, she taught you how to be very discreet. Well, you were sneaky before, but you would get caught before, and because of her you didnât and wonât. She helped you a lot and now she's gone with nothing left to her but her bones, and baby Rickon.
However, how can a child stop your departure? You had made the excuse when the five years were up that you wanted to wait for Arra to give birth, and the Queen granted it, but now?
Now Arraâs gone and the babe is here, meaning you will leave soon. Youâll leave Cregan...
That's what hurts too, knowing that with Arraâs death, your time here has also come to an end. Youâll have to leave and faceâŠAemond.
Seven hells.
You exhale deeply and fall on your bed now that you are in your semi-sheer white nightgown. All the walls that surround you that you once thought dull and bland, and the ceiling above you that you hated looking at when you first got here will soon change for you. This freedom you have here will soon change to a never-ending pester. And the people are somewhat nice, they're certainly a lot nicer now than they were the first year, theyâre not racist anymore, but soon youâll be surrounded by creeps likeâŠAegon.
Albeit creeps like him exist even here at Winterfell so that wonât change that muchâThe silence at night though, that will change and youâll miss it tooâŠ
âDamn,â you grumble. âMaybe they should catch us together. Itâll be a bit of a scandal, but what of it?â You groan and sit up to push yourself off the end of your bed and walk to your balcony.
Perhaps the coldness is the one thing you wonât miss, but the silence? The tranquility? Cregan? You will miss him the mostâŠ
You sigh deeply again and fold your arms over the railing to rest your chin on your hands as you admire the empty street below. You let the silence linger for a moment before you begin to laugh quietly to yourself.
Once upon a time when you lived in Kings Landing, youâd look down at the streets below just past your window, and you'd see the calamity of everyday life and wish to be amongst it, now youâve found peace here and wish to stay here in this castle amongst the tranquility. Have you grown, or have you forced yourself to make peace with your life?
You donât know, so you sigh again and turn your head to the side, in that moment catching the rare blue winter rose in the corner of your railing.
A smile spreads on your lips and you rush over to pick it up, finding a small scroll around the stem. When you open it you see a small sentence; âmeet me in my quarters.â
Thatâs bold of him, but you donât argue, youâve found ways to sneak to him. You use the same methods now with no hesitation and find yourself in his quarters, but find him looking out his own balcony. When you make sure no one is approaching you break your silence.
âCregan?â You call out carefully, finding his still behavior odd.
Said man turns and you quickly add on. âAre you all right?â
The corner of his lips twitch to a slight smile. âRickon is the most precious thing ever.â He begins to walk to you, and you donât fail to head towards him as wellââYou have to meet him.â
You smile. âI have. Albeit our meeting was cut short. He looks like you though.â
âYou think?â He asks softly.
You nod as you meet right in the middle of his room. He takes no time to be sweet and grab your hands to wrap them with his warm ones.
âBaby Rickon makes me think ofâŠour own children.â He makes your heart skip a beat before it begins to race. His words are absurd, you canât be man and wife, but hearing him say those words makes it seem like a possibility.
âHair white as snow, kind eyes like yours,â he says and cups your cheek. âMighty children born of ice and fire.â
You canât help but let your smile widen, and lose your mind in the impossible for a moment. You come down from that dream and face a truth he doesnât want to see. However, instead of breaking his delusions, you let him dream because of his grief.
âHow are you doing Cregan?â You ask and avoid the topic. âBe honest.â
Said man averts his gaze and lets your hands fall before he then wanders to the side of his bed to take a seat. âI,â he interjects but pauses and drops his head.
Now that racing heart you felt slows down and sinks as you see the anguish he was trying not to show. You approach him and sink down beside him on his bed.
âI feel as if I could have done more,â he reveals and looks up to meet your gaze, letting you see the tears that gleam over his eyes. âI know I didnât love her as I possibly should have, but she was still my friend, and she died and I couldnât stop it.â
You shake your head and press your hand on the side of his neck to caress him gently. âIt wasnât your fault,â you comfort him. âYou did not do this. What happened to Arra unfortunately is normal. There was no preventing it. It was simply the Gods will. Iâm sorry.â
Cregan swallows thickly and drifts his gaze away again, letting you press his head against your chest to be able to embrace him and keep him close to your heart.
âNow what you can do to honor her memory is be Rickonâs father,â you add quietly. âHeâll need you, Cregan.â
Cregan pulls away and faces you with tears rolling down his cheeks. âI donât know how to be a father.â
âWho is?â You counter softly. âWe donât spend our lives training to be parents. Youâll struggle, everyone does, but youâll know one step at a time as life moves on. Be the father yours was to you,â you try to assure him as you cup his jaw.
Cregan holds your gaze for a lingering minute, his lips part and his gaze softens. He doesnât say anything for a moment that seems to go on for eternity, but then, just as you were growing insecure about what you said, he smiles before he steals a kiss from you.
âSee,â he breaks his silence and grabs your cheeks. âThis is why I love you. This is why youâd make a great Lady of Winterfell. Your kindness can melt the coldness that surrounds this land.â
You scoff softly and drop your eyes whilst you push his hands away and stand up off the bed. He lays down and watches you pace away.
âIâd also make a good Lady because I am stubborn, a good ruler needs that,â you play along, making him chuckle. However, you end your amusement fast and grow serious.
âBut you truly canât say that,â you mutter and grab the pillar of his bed to spin around and begin to walk to the other side. âYou canât say those things to me.â You remind him sharply.
âIf I put a babe in your belly theyâll send you back to me,â he suddenly blurts, causing you to stop just as you reach the other side of the bed to stare at him in disbelief.
âYouâll have no choice but to be my wife and Lady,â he adds the fire, but regardless of the heat that basks your face you pretend to be bothered and grab a pillow off his bed to throw at him. Albeit Cregan catches it and snickers.
âMy darling love,â he adds and then flips on his bed to crawl towards you. âIs that not your wish? Your greatest desire? I can put one in you now. Have you back with me in 60 days. â
âCregan,â you mumble and sigh with sadness knowing itâs not something that can happen. âYouâd know what would happen if you did. Aemond would come after you, my family would too.â
Cregan sits up on his knees before he grabs your hand and suddenly yanks you towards him on the bed, making you yelp as you grab onto his shoulders.
âWhat?â He counters. âYou don't think I can fight him?â He snickers and cups your face. âIâd do it. Iâd fight every fucking man in this world if it meant making you my wife.â
Itâs these words that only add to your ache about leaving, that only makes you swoon that much more for a man you canât have.
âI have toââ
âQuiet,â he interrupts you and covers your mouth, making you let out a muffled scoff and twist your face to demonstrate your discontent. âDonât say it,â he says, knowing that you were going to tell him you had to leave. âJust lay with me tonight.â He pulls his hand away from your mouth and pulls you down with him so you can lie right next to him on his bed.
You debate on dwelling on the matter, but if these are your last moments, then you want to appreciate them, so you donât bring up your fate and just let him gently stroke your exposed back with his fingers. You snuggle against his warm chest and embrace him, you donât think about anything but him in the comforting silence that blankets the two of you.
Itâs stupid of you, but you love him.
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*A COUPLE DAYS LATER*
Tonight is the last night youâll ever spend together. Tonight is the last night youâll see his beautiful face basked by the moon's soft light, tonight is the last night youâll touch his lips, laugh, and hear his sweet voice pour in your ear like honey. Tonight is the last night youâll be embraced by his warmth, itâs the last time youâll have his smell filter in your nose, itâs the last time you'll hear him laugh, and see his smile painted on his features.
Tonight is the last night you can be lovers before you have to act as mere strangers passing through the night. And heâs making the most of it, acting as if nothing is going to happen. You try to act as clueless as him, but the thoughts keep coming back.
âCregan,â you call out as he keeps walking deeper in the woods. âItâs far enough, and Itâs cold, perhaps we should go to your quarters.â
Cregan peers back briefly and flashes you an assuring smile. âNot much further, just catch up.â He waves you over, forcing you to pick up your pace in the fresh snow that blankets the ground tonight. However, you come to a quick stop at the same time Cregan does when a wolf's howl breaks out from very close by; or at least thatâs what it seems, maybe itâs your sudden fear that makes you hear it.
âCregan,â you whisper sharply and approach quickly to clutch onto his arm. âLetâs go back to our usual spot, come on. These arenât our grounds.â You look out to the depths of the woods to see if youâd find a pair of glowing eyes.
âThese are my grounds,â Cregan corrects you and reaches for your hand. âCome letâs get closer.â He tugs you further, but you instantly yank him back.
âAre you mad?â You argue in panic and slight judgment. âThere can be a pack of wolves out there.â
Cregan scoffs and grabs both of your hands to pull you towards him and counter. âAnd you have a dragon, donât be frightened.â
âAstraea wouldnât bite our faces off and shred us apart with her teeth,â you counter back louder. âThe wolves will, and Astraea can only get here so fast.â
Cregan shoots you a smirk, just a simple smirk before he lets your hands fall to run ahead without you.
âCregan?!â You shout as you stay put and watch as he reaches the top of the small hill before you lose his figure past some trees. âCregan, donât leave me alone!â
Seven hells!
Fucking manâŠ
You squint your gaze and take a step forward, but donât catch a glimpse of him. You just hear the sound of a wolf howling again, causing your heart to skip a beat before it starts to race as your fear heightens. âCregan!â You call out for him again. âDonât jest with me!â
You take another cautious step forward and stick your neck out, but still nothing.
Alas then, from the deafening silence, thereâs a scream that comes from Cregan up ahead.
The wolf got him!
Rather than being hesitant, you pick up your dress's skirt and run where you saw him disappear to even if thereâs a wolf close by.
âCregan?!â You cry out desperately and proceed to come to a stop when you donât see him or a wolf. âCregan?!â You grab onto the tree and turn your head from side to side, however, itâs at that exact moment that hands slap against your shoulders and a quiet âboo,â is whispered in your ear, causing you to yelp and spin around hastily.
And there in the shadows is Cregan, his gray eyes reflecting his joy, while his smile shines just as bright as the stars and the moon before his evil laugh fills the silence.
âWhy would you do that?!â You remark with anger before you try to shove him back. However, he catches your wrists in time.
Yet Creganâs feet arenât planted against the ground well, and the force you put behind your hit is strong, so he loses balance and falls backward, taking you along with him since he refuses to let go. When he hits the ground you scramble to get up, but the hill you fall on is steep, so you accidentally tumble and take him with you down the snow-covered hill.
He of course laughs the entire way down, but you find no amusement in what happened considering he had you worried sick.
âYou are cruel,â you grumble the moment you stop rolling and fall on him. âYou are a cruel man.â
You try to move to the side, but he grabs your hands and tugs you back down against him.
âIt was only a jest, my love,â he coos and grabs your face. âI just wanted to see something.â
You shoot him a glare and shake your head. âWhat? How bad I can get a heart attack? I thought you got hurt.â
âAnd you came running, Iâm honored,â he counters with a smirk before he pulls you in for a kiss. Albeit you pull away and smack his chest.
âIt wasnât funny, I was worried,â you mumble with a pout and turn your head away.
Cregan finds this more amusing so he lifts his head and tries to steal kisses from you, but you keep pushing him away and turning your head. When he finally has enough of you turning away he presses his hand against your back to flip you over with ease so he can be on top of you.
âDonât be angry with me,â he whispers. âItâs funny, laugh.â
You hold his gaze and feign a laugh, causing him to roll his eyes.
âWhat is it you wanted to show me?â You ask and lift your arms to grab his biceps. âMaybe that will change my mood?â
Cregan smiles softly and caresses your cheek. âIâm more than content staying right here, I love the view.â He tries to prolong this moment with sweet words that work to make you swoon.
âWell,â you whisper reluctantly. âMy view isnât terrible eitherâŠbut my ass is getting wet.â
Cregan feigns concern. âReally? Let me see.â
âPft,â you blow out and slide your hands down his arms to grab his hands.
âCome then,â he stops messing around and keeps your hand warm under his grasp as he pulls you with him. âLet me show you the world.â
No matter the impending doom, your grin widens and that fear vanishes completely, leaving only curiosity and glee where sorrow should be. Once you arrive at where he wanted to go you immediately know you shouldâve known better because this place isnât new, youâve been on the hill that overlooks Winterfell before. Many times actually itâs his favorite spot after all.
Regardless, the castle from higher ground is truly a beautiful sight with all the glimmering torch lights, and the moonlight dancing on the snow around the ancient grounds.
âSit,â he demands as he extends his cloak over the ground. âThis way you wonât have to get your pretty ass wet.â
You meet his gaze and snicker as you sit, letting him lie down in front of you so he can rest his head on your lap.
âIâll miss Winterfell,â you mention as you look at the castle below while you stroke his arm. âIn a month's time, itâs back to, âyes your Grace, no your Graceâ. Locked towers. The insufferable Ser Criston Cole who thinks heâs high and mighty, and my fucking uncle Aegon.â You groan in frustration.
âI can go beat him bloody,â Cregan offers.
You shake your head. âNo, itâs fine. I can handle him. Maybe show him a thing or two as well,â you say smugly, making Cregan smirk.
âThatâs my girl,â he says.
You smile down at him and lean down to steal a kiss from his pink lips, but he doesn't fail to ruin the moment.
âIf that place is such torture, then stay,â he doesnât suggest, or persuade you, heâs demanding now.
âAll your things are already here. I only need to ask your mother for your hand.â
Your smile drops, and you avert your gaze, not wanting to entertain this further. You want this to be a good last night.
âI may not be ecstatic to return to King's Landing, but I have to go see my grandfather the King, heâs clinging onto life,â you find an excuse that doesnât involve Aemond just yet. âI miss my family. I want to see my mother soon after I arrive. As well as my brothers, my cousins, all my family who I miss terribly.â You donât excuse yourself this time, itâs all coming from your heart's desire. You've been apart for so long and canât really fathom another year without seeing them.
You only wish you could see your father Laenor too.
âYouâll see them at your wedding to your prince,â Cregan grumbles. âSpeak the truth, you want to return to him.â
You swallow back the lump forming in your throat and then look down at him with your face contorted in slight annoyance and shock. âNo,â you argue back right away to assure him. âNo, AemondâŠheâs a stranger to me now. Weâre betrothed, he was my best friend, but he stopped sending ravens, he stopped caring. He means nothing more than a stranger does.â
Cregan sits up and turns to face you. âThen stay,â he insists. âIf he truly is a stranger then stay with me. Marry me. Donât leave me in agony.â
You sigh deeply and shake your head with a pitiful look on your face. âYou know I canât do that, itâs not that simple,â you argue for his sake and yours.
Cregan however, clenches his jaw and huffs out before adding to his argument. âI told you Iâd fight him. Iâll fight everyone that comes in my way.â
You canât let his words affect you now, no matter how fast it makes your heart race, or how hot your face burns as you grow flustered.
âWeâve kissed, weâve laid together, you are mine,â he presses passionately. âIâll kill him to prove it.â
âNo,â you quickly rebuttal, causing him to stiffen and furrow his eyebrows as he starts to believe the opposite of what you try to tell him.
âHe has the oldest dragon,â you press so he can listen to reason, while you grab Cregan's arms to keep him close. âHeâd kill you first. And if he does thenâŠâ you trail off and scoff. âThen what will become of me without you?â
Cregan pushes your hands away and stands up with a scowl twisted on his face. âI donât care because I hate the idea of him touching you, of him kissing you the way I kiss you. I fill with rage knowing heâll be inside you.â
Your body begins to burn with desire at his words, at the sound of his jealousy, but you donât let him tempt you, you just stand up and let him grab your cheeks.
âI donât want him to see you smile, or-or feel your comfort,â Cregan continues to recite beautiful words. âHe hurt you already,â he whispers and traces the scar on your face that Aemond accidentally left you with. âI just want you to be mine.â
You shiver at his gentle touch, you crave for more, but you still push him away. âIf thatâs so thenâŠâ you pause and let out a shaky sigh as your eyes fill with tears and that lump of emotions returns to crawl up your throat. ââŠI wish we had never become friends. I wish we had never met, or loved each other the way we doââ
âDonât say that,â he cuts you off and approaches you, but you step back.
âI donât want to be the bane of your existence Cregan,â you finish saying with tears rolling down your cheeks. âI told you before, that night we revealed ourselves to one another for the first time. And you,â you point. âYou were okay with it. You knew what was going to happen. You know Iâm stubborn, you knew nothing was going to change my fate.â You stifle your whimper and drop your head.
âLook at me,â he says sternly, making you lift your gaze to meet his gray eyes that brew like the angriest storm.
âIâd rather die tomorrow than spend a century without knowing you,â he says, making your breath catch. âYou will never be the bane of my existence. Never. Forgive me.â
He approaches you and you let him this time. âBut I just donât understand why you want to marry the prince. Do you not love me?â
You nod and cup his jaw to assure him. âI love you. I justâŠâ you hesitate. âI'm just afraid of losing you. If you win a fight for my hand, Aemond won't stop there, and I canât even breathe with the thought of living my life without you. Sure weâll be far from one another, but Iâll be content knowing your heart is beating, and that we are living under the same sky,â you whisper and lower one hand to press it against his chest to feel his heartbeat. âThat we share the same sun, that we look at the same moon and stars.â
You offer him a sad smile and he admires it while he swallows thickly, and lingers there stiffly for a moment before he suddenly pulls you in for a deep and passionate kiss that is cut too short.
âSo be it then,â he gives in as he pulls away. âIâll let you go without a fight. Iâll ache for you every day, Iâll love you from afar and want nothing but happiness for you, my sweet love,â he tries to assure you in the way you want to be assured even if the words he says are like bile in his mouth. He presses his forehead against yours and begins to caress your face while he smiles softly at you. âIf I hear that he hurt you Iâll march down there and kill him.â
You chuckle and feel tears stream down your cheeks. âOkay,â you whisper. âIâll write to you every week. Donât forget me.â
Cregan shakes his head and scoffs. âDonât speak madness woman, Iâd never forget you. Iâll write back every week. And if you donât get married 6 months from now I will go to your mother personally and ask for your hand.â
You beam at him and nod, knowing that youâll be married by then. âAll right. Okay. I like the sound of that.â
Cregan pulls his head back to take in the sight of your face he thinks is so enchantingly beautiful for a lingering moment before he slams his lips on yours to kiss you again with more passion before he canât ever again.
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*THE NEXT MORNING*
No matter how much you keep telling yourself it was going to happen, nothing could actually prepare you for leaving Cregan and Winterfell. You couldn't even sleep a wink or eat knowing that your life was going to change again.
All your friends, Cregan, and every aspect of this life as you know it is going to become nothing but good memories. Which is very hilarious considering you dreaded coming five years ago; now you donât want to part from it. Or him.
âFarewell, my friend,â you tell Rolf who is now a Knight, and now stands a foot over you; he was small when you first met.
âFarewell, Princess, may our paths cross again,â he redirects sweetly with a friendly smile.
You draw in a small shaky breath and nod before you step forward and surprise him with an embrace. âIf you ever find yourself at Kingâs Landing come find me, just say you want to talk to me.â You tell him softly.
Rolf tightens his arms around you and assures you. âOf course, Princess.â
You linger in the embrace for a moment longer hoping to drag on this interaction because once you part away the last person to say goodbye to is Cregan.
But no matter how much you fight it, the inevitable is already upon you. There was no avoiding it.
âFarewell, Lord Stark,â you say softly as if you were no more than friends, you donât even hide your tears even if theyâre really for the lover youâre leaving behind and canât kiss one last time, or tell him how much you love him.
âThank you for letting me stay, for making Winterfell my home.â
Cregan clenches his fist to resist himself from comforting you, from kissing you, and forcing you to stay. He holds himself back even if it pains him.
âFarewell,â he puts in a simple word with that stern voice he uses when heâs amongst his people. ââŠSweet Princess.â
He steps forward as he holds your gaze and reaches his hand out to ask for yours. You know what he wants and donât hesitate to give him your gloveless hand.
When your warm flesh touches his, he carefully embraces your hand with his and then pulls it towards his lips to press a friendly kiss on your knuckles.
You shiver at the feeling of his wet lips but continue to hold his gaze as if nothing. You let your hand linger in his and push yourself to add more to your final farewell. âWrite, Iâll be far but it doesnât mean we still canât maintain our friendship.â You smile and slowly pull your hand away to clasp it in front of you again.
âI will,â he assures you and then looks away for the first time since heâs walked you to your carriage to look back at one of the servants and give him a nod.
âI have something for you,â Cregan adds and meets your gaze again, piquing your curiosity. âA farewell present from me and Rickon.â
You slowly begin to grin and look at the servant who falls beside him and hands him a small wooden crate.
âI know how much you love these feline creatures so I want you to take one home,â he continues while motioning you closer with his eyes. When youâre a few inches away you look into the crate and see a small but chunky balled-up dark gray kitten.
âOh,â you muse and open the crate to carefully take it out. âHello, my beautiful friend.â
âItâs a piece of Winterfell to take with you,â Cregan interjects as he admires you comforting the kitten.
âDonât worry, Astraea wonât eat you,â you assure the kitten. âYouâll be friends, wonât you, Wolf?â You give the gray kitten a name that reminds you of Creganâs gray eyes. You then blink and look over at Cregan with a beaming grin. âThank you, Lord Stark. I love the gift. I shall love it, cherish it, and always keep it safe.â You exhale deeply and let your handmaidens take the crate as you step back towards your carriage that will take you to the harbor.
âFarwell once again,â you keep longing the interaction as much as you can.
âFarewell, Princess,â Cregan says one more time using your birth name and your old family name while he also clenches his hands into fists again.
You hope heâll keep interjecting with more but this time he doesnât ask for your hand, he doesnât hand you another present, this time itâs time to leave, thus, after one last lingering look you turn and walk to the carriage with tears forming in your eyes. Once you reach the steps, however, Cregan is there beside you, you meet his dark gray eyes for one last time and give him your hand again to let him cup it and help you up the two steps.
Before you can walk inside and close the door in front of him though, you linger there, you hold his comforting gaze even as Astraea lets out a soft cry in the distance. Neither of you want to pull away, but you have to, you have to leave, so you pull away first and walk in. You let the coach close the door before Cregan and minimize your view of his beautiful face.
The coach doesnât take long to depart from that spot it was stationed at after that, he doesnât know about your aching hearts, he doesnât know to slow down so you could look at Creganâs gray eyes and his pale face through the little gaps designed on the window for longer than a glimpse. The coach races out, making Creganâs figure disappear before your very eyes, and letting you see snow, endless blankets of snow.
You want to cry badly, but you canât, you donât want to give anything away, so you hold onto your kitten, Wolf, and let Astraea express your hidden sadness with her melancholy song as she follows the carriage.
Now onto the stranger who was once your best friend, but who is still your betrothed, Aemond.
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Chapter 3 Learn to join the dance
Chapter 3 of Moonlight
A/N- Are you guys enjoying it?
Warning- Swearing, ANGST, fluff!, LONG CHAPTER, talks of death.
Pairing- Cregan Stark x Velaryon!fem-reader, Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!fem-reader
Episode- Before 1x08
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âOh come on, damn thing.â
Footsteps approach, but theyâre quiet and cautious, and youâre too busy trying to climb a wall to pay attention to your surroundings. Itâs not until a voice cuts through the night breeze that youâre surprised by the unknown lurker.
âExcuse meâŠPrincess?â
Seven Hells.
You slowly drag your foot off the wall and slowly peer back, noticing that itâs the same young man from the gate when you were brought in.
He's far more handsome from up close thoughâŠ
âDo you require assistance?â He asks with his deep voice and a heavy northern accent.
âPerhaps,â you say cautiously, âcould you help climb over the wall?â
The man glances to the side and then blinks and looks at you. âWhat for?â He probes. âAre you leaving already?â
Someone's nosy.
âCan you help me or not?â You press in annoyance.
The man unclasps his hands from behind him and slowly begins to walk towards you, whilst the corner of his lips seems to be twitching as if he wants to smile.
Is he finding your agony and distress amusing?
âCould I know why it is that you wish to leave? You just got here.â
You let out an annoyed sigh and pull your hood off considering it didnât conceal you from onlookers. âNo,â you quip and see him stop just a foot away from you.
âLetâs see,â he drags on. âGive me a good reason why you wish to leave and I will help you climb over the wall or Iâll even help you past the gate.â He suggests with amusement, making you roll your eyes and shake your head softly.
âIâŠâ you pause as words begin to choke you up. Words you donât want to share. âI want to go home, my mother is getting married,â you put it simply without unraveling the emotional spiral behind those simple words.
The guy holds your gaze for a second, he clasps his hands in front of him and then looks around as if his next words are around the castle grounds.
Can he see right through you? Is that why heâs quiet?
âHome?â He quotes and meets your gaze, letting you see how his dark eyes gleam against the firelight in the distance. âIâm afraid thatâs not efficient.â
âNotââ You scoff in disbelief and turn around to shake your head and keep your cool.
Sure because finding out that Prince Daemon is now going to be your stepfather isnât efficient? It should be, itâs weird.
Nevertheless, you donât say that, you bite the inside of your cheek and look up at the sky. Albeit that turns out to be a mistake because itâs as if your father's face is painted within the stars.
âFine,â you grumble and grab onto a stone and lift your foot to step on another peeking out. âIâll do it myself.â
You climb only a step or two and then come sliding back down, making the guy snicker.
You snap your head back and pierce your glare into him. He catches the anger and annoyance and clears his throat and lifts his hands.
âI'm being serious princess, I will help if you tell me why it is you wish to leave this late.â He repeats his offer with a quick change in his expression that lets you know that he is being truthful.
But you donât want to just unveil yourself to a stranger that just came up to you. Yet there is something about this guy's dark eyes, something that tells you to trust him, that lets you trust him in this place you think is so forsaken.
Yet you canât utter the words.
âIâŠcouldnât go back home,â you blurt. âSheâthe Queen didn't let me turn back to go see him one last time, and now I never can because I was on my way here.â You exhale shakily and drop your head to hide your tears. âI donât want to be here,â you add much to your surprise. âI donât want to live far away from my mother and brothers, IâŠdonât want this royal burden on my shoulders, I donât want to live with the Queen either, I want to be with my fatherâŠbut I canât because heâs dead.â
Thatâs the first time youâre saying that out loud, accepting to yourself that your father is gone. Really, truly gone forever.
The letter from your mother said it was Ser Qarl, his secret paramour, she didnât say why, but you do know your father died burning. No one could recognize him, thatâs how bad it was. He died and you werenât there, the last time you saw him was on that stupid dock, now he's goneâŠand you couldnât be with him.
âI donât want to be a Princess,â you continue in a quivering voice. âI want to be free, not tied down. Thatâs why I want to leave. To get far away.â
The guy swallows thickly and blinks repeatedly before he parts his lips and very quietly shares sweet words. âIâm sorry.â
Besides your mother, he is the first person whoâs said that to you. And itâs not like people don't know, that kind of news gets shared, they just donât care. So hearing him say it makes your breath catch and your heart skip the gentlest beat.
âThank you,â you whisper.
The guy exhales softly and chooses to be sincere with you. âIf itâs any consolation, my father would tell me that being a ruler, high born, a lord, whatever it is, itâs not a burden, itâs a responsibility. If you treat it as such then youâll be good, if you donât then you fail. Do you wish to be a failure Princess Velaryon?â
You sniffle and shake your head. âNo,â you mutter.
The corner of his lips lift ever so slightly and he nods. âGood, now,â he breathes out and points his head back. âCome with me. Iâll show you how to look past that title you think of as a prison.â
You muster a smile and hesitate to follow. âWhy should I trust you? I donât know your name,â you remark.
The guy scoffs and flashes you a faint smile. âMy name is Cregan.â
Your smile falls and you stand up straight as you immediately recognize his name. âLord Stark,â you greet stiffly.
Cregan shakes his head. âIâm not a Lord yet,â he counters and pulls out his hand to offer it to you. âCome with me, Princess. Just because youâre a highborn lady doesnât mean that you have to be miserable.â
You pull your hand out and reach for his, but hesitate even though youâre tempted and inspired by his words.
He notices your hesitation right away and quickly remarks. âOr do you wish to be miserable and brood?â
No, that would be a nightmare.
âAll right,â you give in and place your hand on his, letting him walk you away from the wall and towards some dark corner of the castle. âShould I remind you that I have a dragon who can eat people?â You interject out of fear.
Cregan peers back and shows off a smirk. âShould I remind you to trust me?â
You hold his gaze for a moment until he turns to a door hidden behind moss, greenery, and leaves that leads outside the castle grounds and toward the woods.
âCan I ask how it is that you got that scar?â Cregan breaks the night's silence whilst he leads you towards the woods. âIt looks fresh.â
You grip tighter onto him as you enter the darkness and quickly defend Aemond, âIt was an accident,â you quickly defend Aemond. âI tried to stop a fight but I just got in the way and ended up getting hurt.â
He hums and nods.
âWhere are you taking me?â You return the subject to what matters as you see nothing but a void of darkness.
âWeâre not far,â he assures you. âCome. I promise it will be fun.â
âIs it hunting?â You just randomly share a thought that came to mind. âIâve always wanted to learn how to hunt with a bow and arrow, but my Septa says that itâs not ladylike.â You share and roll your eyes in annoyance.
Cregan peers back and slightly narrows his eyes before he snorts. âWhy would we go hunting at this time?â
You shrug. âI donât know, it was a thought.â
Cregan chuckles. âWell if you wish to hunt owls then we could.â
Your eyes widen. âReally?â You press with a growing smile.
Cregan meets your gaze and stifles his laugh as he shakes his head, causing you to groan and push him away. He laughs harder and points ahead. This time you catch a dancing light in the distance, and as you get closer you notice people hanging around a fire, you hear their laughter and conversation and it all begins to excite you as well as get you a bit nervous.
Every time youâve snuck out of bed at King's Landing, you could only go to the roofs, you never could be with anyone else besides Aemond, so this is a welcoming change, it seems more fun. However, itâs also because thereâs people that you don't know that you grow nervous too and come to a stop, making Cregan come to a stop as well. âAre you sure it's fine I come?â You make sure to ask.
Cregan doesnât hesitate to answer and nods. âYes, it is, trust me. Come, meet my friends.â
You carefully follow behind him so they donât notice you right away, but the further you walk out the more noticeable you get until thereâs no shadows or any part of the shield guiding you that hides you. The firelight shines on you, your unique silver-white hair, your gown made from the finest lilac and deep blue colored silks and all smiles fall as all the bodies grow stiff and uncomfortable as it takes no time to recognize you.
âIâm sorry to intrude,â you immediately interject nervously and avert your gaze to announce your name and title, but end up trailing off to a pause.
âSheâs with me,â Cregan fills your silence. âLetâs show her a good time, yes? Sheâs one of us now.â
Seven hells you hate feeling this way. Itâs so stupid!
âCome,â Cregan motions you to him where he proceeds to introduce you to his friends who happen to all be just men around his age and yours. Which isnât horrible, they remind you of your brothers, of Aemond, and even Aegon. Yes, even fucking Aegon!
They take some time, but soon grow comfortable around you and finally show their kind sides.
âWine?â One of his friends named Rolf with the reddest head of hair asks.
You glance at the drink cautiously and slowly take it from his hand.
Youâve only drank it twice in your life; once because of Aegon, and the other because of yourâŠfather. You hated the taste both times.
And the third is no different.
âYep,â you groan and crinkle your nose in disgust. âThatâs still not good.â
The boys burst out laughing at your reaction and Rolf pokes at you. âSorry, itâs not the fancy wine youâre used to Princess.â
You roll your eyes.
âYouâll grow to like it,â Cregan interjects a lot kinder. âGive it here, you canât let it go to waste.â He motions for the cup, but you donât pass it right away because itâs your cup. He wants to share your cupâŠ
WellâŠ
âYouâll drink it?â He presses.
Maybe sharing cups doesnât hold the same meaning so far north, so you hand it to him and watch him sit right across from you, leaving the fire in between you, and leaving you uneasy because heâs so distant after heâs the one that brought you here and the only one you trust.
After all, this is a new land for you, undiscovered territory to your mind and very eyes. These are new people that make you grow shy, which isn't like you. You don't like it but you canât help it. You canât help feeling small for so long until suddenly you meet the only gaze youâre familiar with across the flames that dance in the middle.
His friends begin to tell ridiculous stories to try and impress you, but Cregan and you continue to just look at one another as if youâre the only ones there.
And itâs not until his friends grow drunker and begin to sing and dance that you get swept up by the moment and feel drunk yourself even if you had the single sip of wine. You smile and laugh, you clap along to their songs, and feel happy for the first time since learning of your father's passing.
âCome dance with me, princess,â Rolf asks.
You meet his green eyes and shake your head. âI canât. I donât know how to dance to these songs.â
He snorts. âDonât you take dancing classes?â
You nod and he chuckles at the ground before he smiles brighter. âIâll show you this dance then,â he tries to assure you.
You reach over for his hand but hesitate for a second until you remember what Cregan had just told you about living, and make yourself take Rolfâs hand.
The boy then takes no time tugging and spinning you around with him. He doesnât fail to make you laugh and enjoy the night.
You didnât want to stop dancing from there on out, but you grew tired quickly so you sat back down across Cregan. And once again you canât help but meet his gaze, finding yourself feeling intrigued by him once again and that feeling is kind of exhilarating, your heart races again but now you also feel giddy. This time you offer him a soft smile as he sits across from you, and Cregan smiles back with a smile brighter than the flames.
ââ
*3 YEARS LATER*
Life in Winterfell hasnât turned out to be as dull as you initially thought, or as bland as the stone walls that surround you. Especially with this mutiny happening.
âWhat's the meaning of this?â Lord Bennard asks as he takes a seat on the wooden throne at the end of the hall without hesitation and as if he didn't expect it. âWho called this meeting?â He presses with his black eyes searching the crowd before he finds his sons and the maester standing below the steps for an answer.
Murmurs spread around the room in confusion as the people gathered around the hall also don't know why they needed to be gathered around. You did albeit, you know the Lord's time on that throne has been long overdue. He knows that fact too, but he acts oblivious as heâs too driven by power.
âMe, I called the meeting uncle,â the answer interjects from the entrance, making the lord on the chair stiffen while the corner of your lips tug to a faint smirk, and your eyes drift to Cregan walking further in the hall wearing his silver armor, holding his great dark stealed Valyrian sword called Ice in hand, and wearing a stern expression that made his gray eyes brew like a powerful stormâŠand made your heart flutter.
He slowly stalks inside with an army of his men behind him, like a pack of wolves stalking their prey. His eyes then find you hidden amongst the crowd and your breath catches, but he doesnât see that so you offer him a deeper smirk. And like always he doesnât break that serious expression he carries, he never does in public, no.
Now that heâs older, as heâs ascending to his rightful place as Lord, he chooses to look stern to his people, but after years of living together and of being friends, you know him better, you make him smile in private.
âYour time as Lord has come to an end uncle. Stand down now,â Cregan booms out as he continues his path to his throne.
You follow him to the throne as you remain hidden within the crowd and never lose sight of his intimidating figure.
âIâm not dead yet boy,â Lord Bennard counters and digs his nails in the armrest.
You roll your eyes at his defiance, whilst you fold your arms over your chest as you continue to watch and judge the man.
Cregan raises his chin and stops as he reaches the bottom of the steps that lead to the throne his uncle sits on. âNo, nor do I want you to meet such a fate out of respect for my father, your brother,â he argues. âBut if you donât give me what rightfully belongs to me then I will have no other choice but to show your sons what happens to traitors.â
Seeing this fight now actually makes you happy that you donât have to inherit Driftmark, and makes you not even want to entertain the idea of fighting for the Throne that should have been passed to you. Youâre fine now with what youâll inherit.
âStand down,â Cregan repeats and lifts his sword to point at his uncle, causing the Lord's sons to unsheath their own swords to point at Cregan.
âStubborn man isnât he?â Rolf whispers as he falls by you.
You keep your eyes on Cregan and hum softly. âArenât they all?â You remark. âBut the old Lord is a coward, he wouldnât dare fight Cregan.â
Rolf scoffs. âWho would? Only a fool.â
You smile softly in agreement and keep quiet to hear Cregan feign a chuckle. âI see,â he mutters and nods slowly. âWell. I wonât shed unnecessary blood, cousins. But if you, uncle, refuse to stand down then I have no choice, guardsâŠarrest Bennard, Benjen, Brandon, and Elric Stark.â
The old and stubborn lord scoffs and shakes his head. âI am the Lord of this castle, stand down guards! And arrest Cregan and his friends! And lock Princess Velaryon in her chambers, this is no place for her.â
The guard appointed to you by your mother, and Rolf beside you pull out their swords, whilst you also reach for your hidden blade as the two guards loyal to Lord Bennard try to storm to you.
âTouch her,â Cregan counters immediately. âAnd I will cut all your hands off. Sheâs not yours to order around.â
The guards halt mid-way to you and look back at their Lord.
âArrest my uncle,â Cregan repeats and puts his sword down.
The guards behind him break away from their spot and charge at Lord Bennard and his sons. The two guards try to fight back, but they easily get unarmed. The sons try to fight back too, but Cregan's look alone makes them stand down, leaving a clear path to Lord Bennard.
âI am sorry it had to come to this Uncle,â Cregan spats as he climbs the stairs and the guards pull Lord Bennard off the throne. âI hope you remember I showed you mercy.â
Lord Bennard gets yanked away with his sons, but he still finds a moment to argue out of spite. âThis is what you call mercy? Having your uncle arrested?â
Cregan huffs. âYes. If you wish to meet a different fate, speak now.â
Lord Bennard clenches his jaw and stops squirming. Without anything else to add the guards take him, his sons, and the guards away, leaving the room quiet as if everyone was holding their breath so they could focus on Cregan as he stops before the throne.
And now that no guards try to threaten you, you push through the crowd and stand at the front to watch Cregan as he touches the throne his father once sat on.
âLord Cregan Stark!â You're the first one to cheer.
âLord Cregan Stark!â Rolf follows by saying and then lifts his swords in the air.
âLord Cregan Stark!â Some people echo before mirroring Rolfâs actions.
âLord Cregan!â Others follow by saying, filling the room with support for the true Lord of Winterfell and the North, and making the man exhale deeply before he turns and sits on the throne once and for all with his chin high, and his expression serious and intimidating to spread fear to those who even entertain the idea of siding Lord Bennard. You, albeit grin regardless of his expression and clap your hands together out of joy.
Cregan hears you and quickly finds you first amongst the crowd, making his lips twitch to that rare smile he doesnât let just anyone see, and you canât help the heat that takes over your face; no matter how higher ranked you are, no matter how hidden you are, or what he is to you.
However, that slight, faintest smile you only saw vanishes, and his eyes dart to someone on the other side of the crowd. You follow his line of gaze and see him look at a young lady with beautiful long dark brown hair, with the most mesmerizing dark eyes, and the softest and palest skin.
She flashes him a flirty smile that makes your faint smile vanish and makes you lower your hands.
He quickly looks back at you again and swallows thickly. The young lady catches his wavered attention and searches for what his gaze fixated on and finds you, the princess, daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen, The Realms Golden girl, the Siren of Driftmark, and the most beautiful rose the North possesses.
Yet when you feel her curious gaze and slowly lock eyes across the room she doesnât seem discontent, or caught off guard. She might mask her displeasure well, but she smiles at you, while other feelings begin to infiltrate through you, a feeling so intense that it makes your stomach begin to twist with a bitter feeling, something venomous and new. Yet you can identify what it is exactlyâŠ
MaybeâŠjealousy?
Stupid and unnecessary jealousy.
The crush you have on Cregan is stupid, it grew when you were young and stupid and it will lead to nothing. Your friendship will remain as it is because heâs your friend and youâre promised to another, to Aemond, your best friend, and a man youâreâŠeager to marryâeven if he stopped writing a year ago and no longer responds to any of your ravens.
Youâre just a wardâno, you were a ward because that lady is no longer the Lady of the North, so youâll be returning to King's Landing soon. Away from Cregan.
Your crush means nothing.
âCome,â Rolf cuts you off from your train of thought and the shattering of your illusions. âHeâll make oaths now in front of the Heart Tree.â
You flash Cregan a strained smile before you look away and exhale deeply, and frown.
Heâs just a friend, the longing looks you share every night means nothing.
ââ
*LATER THAT NIGHT*
That girlâŠwho might she be? She seems familiar, it feels like youâve seen her once or twice over the past three years, but your mind canât fully recall.
Why did she smile at him like that? And why did he look so nervous about it?
Has he mentioned her before?
She's very pretty. She looks like a true Northerner, something youâre not.
Sheâs like him, youâre not.
ButâŠhe doesn't smile at her the way he smiles at you, and you don't mean smile with his lips so the entire North can see, you mean smile with his gray eyes that shine brighter when he finds you in the crowd of people, when you tell a particularly funny joke when youâre surrounded by others, or when he simply just looks at you.
And yes, you do see the way he looks at you, you pay attention to everything happening around you here in Winterfell, you have to because youâre not in the safety of your home after all, so you know well he looks at you in the way you always wanted to be looked at. He looks at you the way Ser Harwin looked at your mother all the time. You also feel the tension, you know you pass lingering looks with one another. ButâŠit doesnât matter because it has never been acted upon because itâs a stupid crush and he knows youâre promised to another.
Thatâs why she shouldnât matter. Whoever she is.
You like Aemond, you love Aemond. YesâŠ
You draw out a deep sigh and gently stroke the barn cat on your lap, whilst your handmaidens help you prepare for bed. You then look away from the cat on your lap and look out the balcony to look at the starry sky, and itâs as you do that you notice something hidden in the shadows of the night, a single rare Blue Winter rose on the railing of your balcony, meaning only one thing, Cregan wants to talk tonight.
You smile regardless of your running thoughts just a few seconds ago and lift your head to address the girls. âAll right girls thatâs it for tonight, thank you and goodnight.â
You have no idea what it is they were doing, you werenât paying attention, but it doesnât matter.
âAre you sure?â One of your handmaidens double-checks.
You nod quickly as you put the cat down and push yourself up from the chair in front of the vanity to face them with a sweet innocent smile. âGoodnight ladies. See you on the Morrow.â
The three handmaidens share a puzzled look with one another, but they donât fail to listen and do as you ask of them.
Itâs only when their footsteps recede down the hall that you spin around on your heels and rush over to pull your cloak out of your closet. Usually, Cregan tells you to meet him beforehand, or he leaves the beautiful winter rose on your balcony earlier so you know to change out of your nightgown, but today was one of the times he didnât inform you with timeâNot like you actually care that youâre in your nightgown albeit. He doesnât either.
Therefore, after you blow off some candles that light your quarters, you climb down the greenery thatâs underneath your balcony and sneak away to your meeting spot with Cregan that's past the castle walls.
However, when you get where you need to be heâs not hereâŠ
Heâs always here first.
Perhaps he just got caught up. He should be celebrating over his acesention anyway. Youâll wait for himâŠhere in the dark woodsâŠall alone.
You swallow thickly and scan the area with the inside of your cheek between your teeth.
Moments of pure silence pass before suddenly you're startled by twigs snapping behind you. When you immediately turn around you see nothing.
Its nothing! You exhale deeply out of relief.
However, just as that fear is passing, arms slap on your shoulders and a quiet âboo,â is said by your ear, causing you to jump and quickly spin around. Thatâs when you see Cregan. He was the one that scared you like a creep.
âWhatâs your problem,â you sneer and shove Cregan back as he bursts out laughing. âYou frightened me!â
You reach over to push him back again, but he then catches your wrists and shakes his head. âIâm Lord Cregan now, you canât do that,â he says quite quieter than usual.
You shoot him a glare and pull your arms away to counter back sassily. âAnd Iâm a Princess, I outrank you, so I can do as I please, Lord Cregan,â you tease and curtsy.
Cregan scoffs and rolls his eyes. âDonât do that,â he addresses your curtsy.
You chuckle and clasp your hands behind you while you pull your lips to a happy smile. âNow really, why arenât you celebrating with your friends? I would have imagined you would be drinking now.â
Cregan flashes you a smile and quickly argues back. âI am celebrating with you, my friend.â
You hum and turn to walk deeper into the woods, causing Cregan to follow right beside you. âI suppose,â you interject a bit quieter but with none of that teasing tone he greeted you with.
âThis might be our last night with each other.â You mention and lose your smile before drifting your eyes over to him, which ends up with you meeting his gaze right away since he is already looking at you. âWith Lady Karstark no longer Lady of Winterfell, I have no place here, Iâll depart to Kingâs Landing shortly and live with the insufferable Queen.â
Cregan holds your gaze and without hesitation brings up an unheard-of plan, âor you can stay until you have to leave in two years. I am Lord, I can say the word and youâll stay.â
You scoff and shake your head. âNo, I wonât. You know why, youâre a man and Iâm a woman, I canât be your ward. Nor will I reduce myself to being your cupbearer.â
Cregan drops his gaze and doesnât say anything on the matter, you donât press him either. Instead, you smile at him and hook your arm around his. âI will say that being here has been good, itâs been the best years of my life. Iâve learned a lot.â
Creganâs lips pull to a faint smile before he meets your gaze to share that soft look. âSo are you saying youâd stay?â He queries.
You giggle and shrug. âWell, I do miss the warmth. And the ocean.â
Cregan chuckles. âI could take you to see the ocean. I could find hot springs for you so youâd be warm. Even lasso the sun and have it shine over the castle.â
You giggle softly and feel glad he canât see how hot your face is burning.
âOr what?â He quips. âDo you still want to leave? Explore this world? Be free?â
He remembers.
âI have everything donât I? I have wealth, Iâm a Princess, I have a dragon.â You share a completely different mindset than what you had three years ago when you were both strangers.
âWhat else could I want?â You mutter.
If your younger self heard you now sheâd be shocked and in disbelief. Mad too that your dreams were robbed from your hearts chamber.
âBut?â Cregan presses. He knows you too well.
âBut,â you add and look up at the sky. âNothingâŠâ
Your younger self need not worry because the part of you that wants to see the world, that wants to fly in the endless sky with your dragon still lives within you. Youâre just learning to push her away. Slowly.
So regardless of that, Cregan keeps his gaze on you regardless of your answer, he watches as you admire the sky with a gleaming gaze. He knows you now, he knows that you still dream of being far, and he knows you want more, you have yet to learn what heâs been trying to teach you, to accept what you are, find what you want with what you have. Because itâs there, what you seek, you just need to learn to see it as he has. He can show you though.
âI want to show you something,â Cregan interjects, intriguing your curiosity.
âWhat?â You query with a giddy smile.
âNot here,â he says and stops to face you.
You begin to squint your gaze on him and he continues.
âItâs close. Albeit if we want to make it back by sunrise weâŠâ he pauses and licks his lips. âWe need to take your dragon.â
You grow even more intrigued now. âAstraea?â You probe with a giddy grin. âYou want us to go on dragonback?â
Cregan hesitates but eventually nods. âIt will be worth it.â
ââ
*LATER*
Perhaps this was a dream, Cregan riding on Astraea with you.
Perhaps you need to be more wary of why you keep flying further north, why in the distance is the notorious wall that keeps away the wildlings, and what lies further North.
Yet, even if it is a dream, itâs the most amazing dream youâve had and one you never want to wake up from. For one, Cregan for some reason wants to ride behind you. Two, the big beautiful white moon glows against the dark night sky, and three, the sky from this part of this world seems endless like the sea. If you could, you'd just keep flying.
However, the moment you get close to the tall ice wall, Cregan tells you to land. You don't question him even if you should and just nudge the handles on the saddle down so Astraea can land on the ground.
Albeit just as your purple dragon tilts, Cregan interjects. âNo, on the wall. Land on the wall if you can.â
You peer back at him to meet his gaze and show your doubt.
âTrust me,â he assures you.
You hesitate for a second before you exhale and nudge Astraea up, causing her to change course and instead swoop back up. When she lands on the wall, Cregan carefully climbs down first, and you hesitate to get down now, feeling all eagerness blown away by the sharp and icy that run so high up.
âCome on now,â Cregan encourages you.
You tighten your grip on the handles and narrow your gaze to share a quizzical look with Cregan. âWhatâs the meaning of this? Why have you flown with me? No one ever does. Why are we here?â You press with suspicion.
Cregan scoffs in amusement and just waves you down again. âJust climb down Princess youâll see.â
You look down at the wall that stands probably thousands of feet from the ground and question if you really want to stand on it.
What if it just breaks? Or if something more horrible happens?
YettâŠCregan says to trust him, and you do, he wonât hurt youâyou hopeâŠwhat if heâs actually crazy?
DamnâŠ
You let go of the handles and swing your foot over the saddle to climb down to the wall. â<Stay,>â you command Astraea in High Valyrian and then face the man who promised safety. âNow,â you add with a questioning look. âTell me why you brought me here. Are we running away?â
You know it wasnât a possibility, he cares too much about his people and his responsibility as Lord, but it doesnât hurt to ask.
âNo,â Cregan shakes his head.
You furrow your eyebrows and narrow your gaze further. âThen?â You press. âWhyââ
âJust come,â he cuts you off and grabs your hand to pull you away from the safety of your dragon side to drag you with him towards the other edge of the wall.
âCregan,â you call out in a shaky voice. âWhat are you doing? Itâs tooââ
âYou fly a dragon, and said you climbed on the roofs of your castle,â he cuts you off again. âWhatâs the difference?â
You dig your heels into the ground to stop him from moving you and yank your arm away from his grasp so he wonât move you any closer. âWhatâs the difference?â You counter and throw your arms out. âMy dragon keeps me safe, she wouldnât let me fall! And the roofs curved! This-this is just flat! What if we slip? No.â You shake your head. âI wonât go closer.â
Cregan rolls his eyes and sighs before he stomps over to you. âI wonât let you fall,â he adds for assurance but itâs not so assuring. âIâll be with you, grabbing you the entire time. I just want you to see what lies beyond the wall. I just want you to feel what you seek.â
Right away that fear begins to fade away and disbelief eases your hardened gaze but also brings curiosity that makes you approach him.
Cregan smiles softly at your willingness. âClose your eyes and donât open until I tell you.â He tells you as he takes your hand.
Without a doubt, you shut your eyes and let him walk you further ahead. You trust him and donât stop now, you just grip tighter onto him as the wind keeps trying to push you back.
He eventually brings you to stop and you want to open your eyes, but he stops you. âNot yet.â
You draw out a small and inpatient breath, but also begin to feel your heart race with how nervous you actually feel because of this anticipation he fills you with. He then proceeds to walk behind you without letting go, and you grab onto him as he slides his hand over to hold the other one so he can also grab your waist.
The touch makes your breath catch and tempts you to open your eyes to look at his hand on your wrist, but you keep strong and keep them closed, instead, you just think of his touch.
âOkay,â he whispers in your ear. âOpen your eyes now.â
You do as he says and immediately gasp as you see the land that resides beyond the great ice wall, as you see how peaceful and hauntingly beautiful it all looks. You smile with awe as you see how the ice and snow glimmer, how tall the mountains stand, and how small the tall trees look from here.
Now that that land further north seems truly endless, yours and everything youâve seen feels small in comparison.
Now as the wind tries to push you back all you can do is let your body go because Cregan is behind you, because at this very moment, you finally feel what youâve sought for, freedom.
As the wind pushes you back, as you dangle off the ledge you feel free.
âIs it everything you've ever hoped for?â Cregan asks softly. âI know I truly canât give you what your heart desires, but does this satisfy your desire?â
You nod softly and muse. âIt does.â
Will that last though?
You'll see.
âYou aren't trapped princess,â he adds. âPerhaps youâre not as free as youâd want to be, but you are free to do what you please because of your title as Princess. You just need to learn how to take control of it from your position.â
You hum softly and drift your gaze to the corner of your eyes to meet his gaze, noticing how insanely close you are now. You can feel his breath unfurl over your skin, and feel the warmth of his lips behind your ear.
âWill you show me?â You whisper unwarrantedly, your desire just took over. âLike you did now.â
Cregan glances at your lips and then meets your gaze and nods. âI can.â He assures you.
You smile softly, and then steal a glance at his lips. You let your gaze linger there for a second, whilst his own gaze lingers on your own lips, albeit he doesnât look away like you do, he watches you move them to ask him a question. âWhat do you want? We always ask about me, but what about you? I mean besides wanting to be Lord, is there something else?â
Cregan lets out a soft breath and nods. âYou,â he answers without a minute to think, causing you to gasp out of disbelief because youâre actually hearing him admit it.
This goes far beyond your wildest dreams. You canât believe youâre hearing it, and you turn around without thinking about the ledge to look at him with that disbelief.
Cregan swiftly pulls you away from the ledge whilst he continues to explain it to your disbelieved heart. âI try, I try with all my might to stop thinking about you, butâ he pauses and shakes his head. âI canât. Ever since I met you I knew you were special, that you were meant to be mine. And I know you feel what I do, thereâs no need denying it.â
You bite the inside of your cheek and shake your head before you counter. âBut you canât. Iâm promised to another.â
âAnd Iâm to be married to someone elseâŠâ
What?
Itâs that lady, isnât it?
âWho?â You ask right away, letting your jealousy show.
Cregan swallows thickly and averts his gaze. âLady Arra Norrey. My father made a promise to hers, one I canât break. But she means nothing, we will perform our duties, but thatâs it because I want you.â He tries to assure your worry whilst he reaches for your cheeks.
However, you push his hands away and shake your head.âI can't do that to her. I,â you scoff and turn away from him. âNo matter how much I burn for you I canât.â
Creganâs breath catches at your confession, encouraging him to reach for your arm and pull you around to face him. âShe knows. She knows. You wonât hurt her.â
And that smile she gave him? That nervous look he gave you?
âI saw it,â you blurt and push his arm away.
âSaw what, my darling?â He presses.
You draw in a deep breath. âHer smile,â you breathe out. âWill you tell me she feels nothing for you? Can you tell me that?â You ask and meet his gaze with tears forming in your eyes.
Cregan stays quiet for a moment before he shrugs. âI canât control what she feels, but she knows, thatâs all that matters. Sheâll keep our secret.â He then reaches for your cheeks again and you let him cup them this time. âSheâll let you be her ward so you can stay.â
âStay?â You repeat. âI wonât stay forever Cregan. Iâm destined to leave two years from now. What then? We pretend like it never happened? How do you expect me to leave then?â
âThen we part ways,â he mutters. âYou marry your prince, I stay here, at least Iâll be satisfied knowing I lived some of my life with you. Canât you say the same? Isnât that what you want? Freedom? Donât torture me by leaving now.â He says beautiful words you never thought him capable of before he presses his forehead against yours and begins to caress your cheeks. âEnd my agony,â he continues to tug at your heart. âAnd be mine for however long we have.â
Itâll hurt far worse when you leave, knowing youâll never see him again, but he makes your heart flutter, he fills you with happiness because he tries to give you what you want with what you have. He watches you the way you want to be looked at, he cares for you and makes you burn.
You want him and you want control of your own life, freedom. Going back to King's landing now will bring that to an end, Cregan is willing to give you that and so much more. The pain will be worth it.
âOkay,â you give in foolishly perhaps. âOkay. Let me be yours for however long we have.â You grin and glance at his lips whilst you cup his jaw.
Cregan beams at you and without hesitation, he pulls you in for your first kiss, for a deep and passionate kiss that sets you on fire.
The taste of his lips makes you melt into his hands. Once again you feel free, and now itâs with him.
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ITS UP!!!
Chapter 7 Aerion
Chapter 7 of Moonlight
Chapter 7 Aerion
A/N- What side will y/n end up siding on?
Warning- Swearing, angst, FLUFF, talks of blood & death and of SA, LONG CHAPTER.
Pairing- Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!fem-reader, Cregan Stark x Velaryon!fem-reader
Episode- half of 1x08
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*129 AC*
âCousin, I write to you to warn you of Uncle Vaemond, who at this moment sails for Kingâs Landing with the plan to appeal to his Grace the King on matters of succession, rights, and the sanctity of blood. He wishes for the Driftwood Throne to pass to him, he said that it is his by rights and that he is the only unattainted choice.
Donât concern yourself though. I've warned my father and your mother. They should argue against his foolishness and set matters straight. Until then, our grandmother and I will see you shortly.
Your cousin, Baela."
Tsk, of course, your Uncle Vaemond is protesting, he doesnât even have the decency to wait for more news on your grandfather Corlysâs recent injuries after his fall in the step stones. Not even because thatâs his own blood.
Then again thatâs not as significant as the matter of who will actually stand judgment to Ser Vaemondâs stupid petition, the Hightowers. With their hatred for your mother and family, theyâll try and turn their favor with Ser Vaemond. Or discredit your mother in some way. You know it.
âWhat does your cousin say?â Aemond pulls you from the depths of your running thoughts, causing you to drop your hand that holds the scroll and sigh while you look down at the little baby boy squirming in your arms as he watches Wolf rubbing against your legs.
âOh, just that Ser Vaemond is on his way to appeal for his right to the Driftwood Throne,â you share, drifting all of Aemondâs attention from the book he was reading to you caressing the tiny silver-white curls on your baby's head before you press a gentle kiss on his head.
âIt seems that your grandmother will come to us instead, Aerion,â you direct at your baby as if he cares or truly grasps what you mean. âAre you so excited to meet her and your uncles?â
Aerion looks away from the grey cat, and his father's blue eyes stare into your very soul as if trying to read what you mean before he shows off his gums with a wide smile and then follows by flinging himself against you.
âOh,â you laugh softly and canât help but smile through your concern. âYou are so excited to meet her, aren't you? Iâm excited to see her too.â
You press another kiss on your babyâs head before you turn and watch Aemond standing from his chair in front of the dancing flames to make his way to you.
âPerhaps you should back your own claim,â he suggests seriously. âYou are Ser Laenorâs daughter, and the first grandchild to Lord Corlys and Princess Rhaenys.â
You watch him stop and crouch down before Aerion and you first and then laugh dryly at his very serious suggestion. âDo you want me to be laughed at by my uncle and the entire court?â You scoff and shake your head while you grab a buckle on his coat to fiddle with it as you reiterate an argument you've already had multiple times. âI wonât even try.â
Aerion smiles at his father and leans his little body forward to try and grab his father's attention.
Aemond notices and musters a tiny smile before he takes him from your arms.
âIâm afraid my Velaryon family isnât as accommodating as our Targaryen family was. Theyâd rather see that wooden throne sink into the depths of the ocean before letting a woman sit on it. My grandmother only sits on it because my grandfather is alive.â You add.
Aemond glances down at Aerion as the baby begins to put Aemondâs hair in his mouth. âWhat of Aerion?â Aemond suggests and meets your gaze as he gently pulls his hair out of the childâs mouth. âHe is our son, your son, he has Velaryon blood.â
You shoot Aemond a pointed look before you make him follow your figure with his eye as you walk past him to approach the couch and swipe a chewing toy off the surface. âNo, Aerion is 4 months old I wonât use him to steal my brother's birthright.â You clarify without fear whilst you return to Aemond to give the baby his toy so he can chew on that instead.
âWhat is this about?â You press him to investigate this need for more. âAre you so eager for power that youâd use your infant son as a piece in this never-ending game? I'm sorry I donât come with a throne, and Aerion doesnât inherit fleets and an Island, Aemondââ
âItâs not like that,â Aemond cuts you off and snatches your hand from your side as you try to walk away. âIâm fighting for you. For our son!â He argues with a softness in his voice, but also a hint of fury that you take as him being protective.
âI fight for the benefit of the both of you,â he continues in a softer tone while he brings your hand close to his lips to press a kiss on your knuckles before he continues to give you comfort by cupping your cheek.
âIf thereâs a chance for something greater for the both of you I will take it. What man would I be if I don't try?â
Well, when he puts it that wayâŠitâs sweet. But heâs still annoying for suggesting you take what belongs to your brother.
âI appreciate it,â you tell Aemond as you use your other hand to grab his shoulder before slowly sliding it up to hold his jaw. âI admire your will, but Iâm okay. We're okay. Iâm content with what I have; our beautiful son, Astraea, and I have you. I donât desire anything else.â
You offer him a smile and lean in closer. âBesides, we will rule Dragonstone. It would be difficult ruling Driftmark as well.â You giggle. âWe are enough. I mean we are basically gods.â You smirk, and he starts to mirror your gesture.
âIâm okay,â you reaffirm and steal a kiss from his lips. âNow letâs talk about other matters.â You drift the conversation away and glance at Aerion, busy chewing his toy.
âWhat did the maester say?â Aemond actually listens to you, making you bring your gaze back to himââAre you?â He asks.
You sigh deeply and shake your head. âNo,â you mutter with disappointment. âIâm just late. I started bleeding this morningâŠI was so sure though.â
Aemond slides his hand to the back of your head and presses you against him to press a kiss on the top of your head. âItâs all right. We have Aerion. We are in no rush. Donât strain yourself, my love.â
You clutch onto his chest and lift your head. âYouâre not upset?â You query seriously with a worry that comes from the bottom of your heart and instantly conflicts Aemond.
Considering neither of you are the heir of anything all that valuable the pressure to have children is not one he feels or one he presses on you, so he doesnât understand this concern that pains you and brings tears to your pretty eyes.
âOf course not.â He argues softly. âWhy should I be? I donât want you just to have children. I want you for what you are, I always have.â
You sigh with relief and slowly smile at him in awe before you smack your lips against his and pull him in for a steamy kiss that is cut short because of the child heâs holding and is really attentive of him and you.
When you do pull back he does keep you close to murmur against your lips though. âCome with me and Aerion somewhere.â
Your curiosity doesnât fail to pique or gleam brightly in your eyes. âWhere?â You ask giddly.
Aemond pulls back and gives your curiosity satisfaction while also fueling it even more. âWeâre going for a flight. Aerionâs first flight.â
Without as much as hesitating you secure your hand around Aemondâs and follow him outside, Afterall, you donât fear for your childâs life whilst on a dragon, the only reason you havenât flown with him before is because you did want to wait until he was older, but you know that neither Vhagar nor Astraea would ever let anything bad happen to Aerion. The one thing you do worry about is if Aerion will like the feeling of the wind brushing against his face. He wonât know heâs flying several feet above ground, but he might feel a discomfort when the dragon takes flight, so you do hope he enjoys this venture. He might fly on his own dragon when heâs older after all.
âHe might even fall asleep,â you try to stay positive while you secure Aerion on his chest after you make it out to where the dragons are. When you finish you grab Aerionâs chin and smile.
âThere, all snuggled up.â You assure your baby. âYour father will take good care of you.â You step back to try to head to Astraea, but Aemond stops you.
âDonât. Ride with me.â
Your eyebrows slowly furrow and you glance at Vhagar. âAre you sure?â You probe. âI can ride Astraea and follow beside you.â
Aemond shakes his head. âNo, I'm sure, Aerion will want you there. I want you with me.â
Your heart flutters and your smile widens. âOkay,â you give in and skip forward to rush back to his side. And since heâs carrying special cargo, and Vhagar is his dragon, you let him climb first before you follow, which proves to be difficult to do, Vhagar is huge compared to Astraea. You canât help but be out of breath when youâre on the saddle.
âI still donât understand how you do that,â you comment breathlessly and look down at the ground, feeling your heart skip a beat out of fear of the height since you wonât be the one strapped in. âIâm grateful Astraea is still smallâmaybe you should have tried to bond to Vermithor.â
Aemond picks up the ropes he has as handles and peers back with a smirk. âYou remember?â He asks.
You wrap your hands around his neck and nod. âI do. Which by the way I was right,â you show off. âSize doesnât equal speed. I have won against you every single time.â
âBecause I let you,â Aemond counters smugly.
You roll your eyes and scoff. âSure. Whatever you say.â
Vhagar then begins to walk ahead, creating thunderous footsteps that echo like an angry thunderstorm. You glance at Aerion to see if heâs bothered by the new noise, but he doesnât react.
âPerhaps Vermithor will be Aerionâs dragon,â Aemond points out smugly since Aerionâs dragon egg has failed to hatch.
âOr Seasmoke,â you add and smile to yourself as Vhagar flaps her wings and ascends to a sky that never fails to remind you of your father. ââŠMy father's dragon.â
As Vhagar flies higher in the sky you tighten your hold around Aemond, but not out of worry, you embrace him and lay your head on his shoulder as you feel a rush of bliss. You watch the thick white clouds start to surround you and feel the sun's warm rays bask your face, filling you with comforting warmth. Aemondâs body blocks out the chilly breeze for you, but as you fly through fields of clouds you feel the cold water droplets dampen your exposed skin.
Not so long ago you felt restless. You longed so badly to be with your mother, or to return to Winterfell and Creganâyou still wish to see him, to hear his voice, you miss him even if you shouldnât, and those forbidden letters arenât enough to fill your appetite for more, butâŠyou are truly happy now with Aerion and Aemond.
What was once a place that made you feel out of place, now is a home because of the two men in your life. If things could be like this forever, youâd be okay with it. You donât want more. Not anymore.
âMaybe we can fly forever,â you mumble in Aemondâs ear. âGet lost in the sky.â
Aemond hums. âI'm sure Aerion wonât mind.â He says back sweetly.
You lean your chin over his shoulder and canât help but fill with joy at the sight of Aerion grinning and reaching out for the clouds he canât actually grab.
â<He has dragon's blood,â You say in High Valyrian. âThis is his destiny.>â
â<Youâll get one soon enough, my little dragon,â Aemond assures Aerion. âYouâll get the fiercest, just like I did.>â
Yes, youâre more content with this life that you have now.
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*LATER*
Six years, itâs been six years since youâve seen your family. Yes, you havenât stopped communicating with them throughout the time you have been in Winterfell and Kings Landing, but itâs not the same. No amount of letters fills the void created the day you were forced to leave your family behind.
Yet finally after six years, youâre reuniting with them again as a grown woman of 18. Youâre not that little girl anymore. No, that girl died when your father didâŠ.
Hopefully, you can make them proud of the woman youâve become.
âGrandmother,â you call out breathlessly the moment you see her heading to the stairs that lead to the chambers.
Your grandmother stops in her tracks and slowly turns to face the person who had called out to her, finding you past the doors with a wobbly smile on your lips.
And no amount of time apart could make her forget you, she instantly recognizes you, and your name softly comes out of her lips as if completely captured by your presence.
You beam at her and rush away from Aemondâs side to meet her halfway after she climbs down the first step. When you reach each other she first cups your jaw to study the new person before her.
âI saw Meleys when Aemond and I were flying back home,â you tell her as you admire her too, noticing that she hasnât aged a bit. She looks just the same as she did when you last saw herââI rushed here as fast as I could.â
âLook at you,â she whispers with a growing smile. âYouâve grown even more beautiful. Your father would be happy.â She lowers her gaze to your chest, and when you follow her line of gaze you see her looking at the pendant she had gifted you six years ago. âIâm so very happy to see you.â
âAnd I you,â you redirect softly, âIâve missed you.â You sigh deeply and frown now. âHowâs grandfather? I heard he was taken to Driftmark.â
Your grandmother meets your gaze and exhales softly. âHeâs home, fighting to this moment. The maesters are helping but itâs up to him now.â
You swallow thickly and assure yourself with that piece of information for now. âIâll pray for his recovery.â You try to offer her and yourself consolation before you hold each other's gazes for a lingering and then canât hold back a moment longer and wrap each other in an endearing embrace.
âI missed you,â you whisper again, but this time in a quivering voice.
Your grandmother's embrace tightens, and her chin rests on your head for a moment before she speaks quietly. âAnd I you, my little Siren.â
You stay in each other's embrace for a lingering moment because for the both of you, a special comfort has been rekindled in your hearts; one your grandmother has been missing since your father died, and a comfort you have longed for since you were separated from your family.
You almost donât want to let go but you both break away, and right away youâre hit with even more joy when you notice the young woman behind her, your own cousin BaelaâSheâs a woman now too, beautiful, and just as mischievous looking.
âBaela,â you greet happily before you rush to her and immediately wrap her in an embrace. âLetters are truly not enough,â you mumble, and neither of you can help but laugh out of the pure joy over seeing each other again before you pull back and grab a hold of each other's hands to stay close. âYou're absolutely breathtaking.â You compliment her.
Baela offers you a soft smirk in return before she points at you with her chin. âAs are you. Motherhood has treated you well.â
You snicker and remember the little person you want them to meet. âThat reminds me,â you change the subject and let her go to turn and walk to Aemond to take Aerion from him.
âGrandmother, Baela,â you say and face them with your infant clutching onto you. âThis is Aerion.â You glance at your baby boy and smile proudly. âIâm sorry if he might seem grumpy, we took a long flight and went past his nap time.â
Your grandmother approaches you and reaches out for Aerionâs hand, but the baby hides it and watches her as if heâs scared.
âItâs okay,â you assure Aerion. âItâs just your great-grandmother.â You huff softly and meet her gaze, catching a soft gleam in her eyes.
âHe resembles your father when he was a babe,â your grandmother mentions quietly as she caresses the childâs cheek. âExcept for his eyes, Aerion has his father's eyes.â She glances past your shoulder to steal a look at the tall man lurking in the shadowsââCongratulations, granddaughter,â your grandmother offers you wholeheartedly, but when it comes to Aemond her smile falters and that gleam disappears. âAnd to you, Prince Aemond, you have a beautiful son.â
You share a happy look with Aemond, and he simply offers her a stiff thankful nod, letting you move on back to your cousin. âI simply have a lot to catch you up on, Baela, why donât I show you to my chambers while Aerion sleeps.â
Baela nods without hesitation, so you return to Aemond to hand him Aerion. âCan you take him to the handmaidens before you go to training?â
Aemond nods as he holds your gaze. âOf course. Will I see you for dinner?â
You nod and lean in to press a chaste kiss on his lips before you caress Aerionâs cheek, and then hurry back to Baela to hook your arm around hers and rush her to your chambers like a pair of excited adolescents. Once youâre in the safety of your quarters you donât waste any time, you serve yourselves some wine and drape yourselves over your couch near the fire to talk about all that you havenât written in your frequent letters to each other. Even Cregan comes up because she knows that you became friends, and she knows about the letters you send back and forth, but thatâs all, she doesnât know about the deeper connection you share.
No one knows, not Jacaerys, not your mother, not Rhaena, just Cregan and you.
It would be nice to tell her and Rhaena. it would feel nice not keeping the weight of that secret just to yourself. You want to gossip about him, share all the sweet things heâs done and said, and the fact he was like a hot fire in the midst of a cold storm, so warm, caring, and passionate, even if doesnât look it, even if has a tough outer shell, and this piercing look that could kill, he was all those things and so much more. He was everything sweet and beautiful in this world to you, and cold and bitter winters felt kind because of him. He was everything you looked for in a lover.
You want to say that and so much more, butâŠwhere you are isnât the place to share such matters, nor do you actually know that you can ever share that part of your life, you canât risk the wrong person finding out. So as for now, youâre fine sharing that youâre friends who havenât lost touch. Besides, it's relieving having Baela to talk to. Helaena is sweet, and you have your fun, sheâs your closest friend now, but well thereâs only so much you can actually talk to Helaena about. Itâs different, so having Baela is like a breath of fresh air.
âPerhaps you should have married Lord Cregan instead,â Baela mentions after you summarize what he wrote to you this week. âHe seems like the moreâŠsane man.â
You snap your gaze to her and leave a long slightly tense silence that she picks up on and tries to figure out by looking at you to read you, but when she meets your gaze you begin to laugh.
âAemond is good,â you tell her in your husband's defense. âHeâs very kind to me. I mean Cregan is more rugged sure, but,â you snicker. âAemond is passionate, he's sweet, he's like the stars and the moon.â
Baela snorts and probes teasingly. âAnd what does that mean? Bright and only sometimes there?â
You laugh softly and look away from her judgmental gaze to look at the ceiling as if youâre admiring a starry sky. âHeâs beautiful, bright, yet timid like the moon and the stars on a cloudy night,â you muse and unknowingly describe Aemondâs love in the same manner you just thought about Creganâs love. âHeâs fiercely loyal like the moon because even if itâs daytime, or the night sky is covered in clouds, you know heâll always be there. and even if he doesnât look it, he's got so much love to give. Heâs gentle, and forever mine.â
Baela stays quiet for a moment and doesnât try to garner any kind of understanding, she scoffs in disgust and retorts. âWas he all those things when he slashed you across the face?â
You roll your eyes and further your defense for him. âHe didnât mean to cut me, it was an accident. But letâs not dwell in the past.â You exclaim and swing your legs off the couch to walk to the small table with a wine cup in one hand, and Creganâs letter in the other.
âLetâs instead speak of the future, like you and my brother,â you tease her as you roll up Creganâs letter you can't keepâyouâve kept only some, but you canât keep them all. Not unless you want Aemond to find themââwill you still be matched?â You ask.
âI donât know.â Baela shrugs. âRhaena has said that your mother does plan to propose the idea, but until itâs confirmed I canât be sure.â
You hum and finally let the candles fire eat away all the lovely words written on the paper. You watch as the fire takes more and more of it, quickly approaching your fingers and increasing its heat, but not burning your flesh.
âWell,â you sigh hopefully. âI hope it does end up happening. I mean weâd be good sisters, and youâd be my Queen in the distant future,â you giggle and peer over at her, catching her smile.
âI hope it happens too,â Baela admits, while you glance back at the letter and see that the flames are kissing the tip of your fingers now. It should hurt, but the heat doesnât burn. You feel its warmth on your flesh, but thatâs it. Thereâs no sharp pain, nothing that brings you agonyâŠ
How strange.
ââŠI could make you stay.â
Oh damn!
You throw what remains of the letter in the fireplace and very nonchalantly spin back to face her. âOh,â you laugh and just guess what she was saying. âYouâd make me huh? Well,â you scoff and place your cup down. âWho am I to refuse you? Future Queen Baela.â
Said girl giggles and sits up to face you with a narrowed gaze. âIâd order everyoneâBring me a flagon of your finest wine,â she mocks in an exaggerated regal voice.
You shoot her a playful look before you burst out laughing. âA flagon? Thatâs what youâd want?â
Baela shrugs. âI donât know. I canât think of anything else.â
âWell, itâs a good thing you still have a lot more to go before you become Queen,â you tease her and feign concern before sipping your wine.
Baela quickly grabs a pillow and hurls at you, but luckily you caught her in time so you move and miss getting hit, but you still fall back on the couch as you both fall into a fit of laughter that makes the lighthearted mood linger in your chamber room the entire time sheâs with you. Even after she leaves and Aemond joins you, that lighthearted feeling only heightens. It literally has you giddy all day and you know most of it is due to the fact that a part of your family is here and the other is coming.
All this time youâve been surrounded by people who only serve to gawk and talk nonsense behind your back. Even if you arenât a bastard they still look at you as if you are one because of who your brothers are. And those who donât whisper about you, or pierce their glare hoping youâll somehow implode, are all insufferable, like Aegon, Ser Criston, and the Alicent. You only have Helaena, Aemond, Aerion, and Astraea.
Itâs why having your mother and brothers return to the Red Keep is so exciting, youâll at last be surrounded by a family that loves you and doesnât judge you. Sure the reasons why theyâre coming are not as graceful, but youâre so happy and eager regardless.
Yet itâs that same excitement that doesnât let you sleep, and poor Aemond feels it.
âIf you sleep the night will pass by quicker,â he grumbles with his eyes closed. Stop moving, or I imagine youâll end up sleeping alone the rest of the night.â
You can't help but smile before you flip around on your side to face him on his back and with his face turned away from you.
âMy heart is racing too fast, I canât keep my eyes closed,â you finally whisper after a long night of silence. âIâm too excited.â
Aemond sighs deeply since he knows that already and responds with silence, letting you imagine heâll just keep ignoring you, but a few moments later he turns to face you with his eye heavy with sleep.
âForgive me,â you coo at him and brush away a long strand of hair from his face. He hums contently and grabs your hand to keep it on his face.
âWere you this excited to see me?â His question surprises you but makes you eager to answer.
âI was more nervous,â you admit with a teasing smile. âI was just as restless, but I was feeling a scared nervousness. I didnât know who I was coming back home to. I would hear people talk about Aegon and Helaena, but I never heard whispers of you in the North. You were a mystery. And as intrigued as I did feel, my fear was greater.â
Aemond says nothing but you know he comprehended all that you just said.
âI was also angry,â you remind him making him huff softly in comprehension. âAnd I was also worried that you would have met and loved another lady.â
Aemond scoffs and shakes his head. âThereâs only been you, my love.â
You wish you could share the same sincerity with him, but your lust for Cregan completely won you over and he turned out to be your first everything.
âWellâŠthere was someone,â Aemond catches you off guard and piques your curiosity. âBut she wasnât really someone,â he pauses and he averts his gaze. âWhen I turned thirteen, Aegon took me to the street of silkâŠâ
You go rigid and that smile you carried falls, while the excitement washes away as your heart falls to your stomach.
âI didnât know what he had set up for me until we got to a brothel and,â he takes another short and grows quieter when he finishes. ââŠHe said because he's the older brother he needed to ensure I was educated as he was.â
He doesnât need to finish the rest of his story to figure out what happened that night. You piece it together and grow angry that Aegon would dare and do that to his little brother the day he turned 13! He was just a boy.
âIâm sorry that happened,â you share the sympathy you also feel for Aemond. âYou were a boy.â
Aemond finally meets your gaze and in his silence, you caress his cheek and lean closer to press your forehead against his.
âIâm really am sorry.â
You miss the way the corner of Aemondâs lips tug upward softly as he shakes his head. âIt wasnât your doing and it happened long ago.â
âStill, it happened, and youâve had to live with that memory. Itâs horrible,â you argue softly. âI mean I canât fathom having someone traumatize Aerion like that. You didnât deserve it. You were thirteen.â
Aemond answers with silence so you push yourself up to cradle his head and press him against your chest. He quickly finds comfort in your embrace and wraps his arm around your body to keep you close to him.
âIâm glad you told me,â you whisper as you brush your fingers through his hair. âI hate Aegon even more, but it makes me feel a lot closer to you.â
Aemond hums and his breath tickles your flesh as he whispers sweet words filled with genuine and deep affection but also backed with possessiveness and insecurity that you can't hear. âI love you.â
You smile sweetly and donât hesitate to say it back with just as much tenderness in your voice as the one he just carried. âI love you too.â
ââ
*A FEW HOURS LATER*
You did end up sleeping for a bit after your heart-to-heart with Aemond, but the moment you woke up you began to wait and wait, imagining how the reunion would go, imagining how your mother would react to meeting Aerion for the first time.
After your break fast, go through gowns and gowns until you find your prettiest red-colored gown, and the most shiniest jewelry to impress your mother. You grow very impatient as each second passes to see her and your brothers; all five of them, that once the time approaches for their arrival you make sure to be out at the courtyard early just to greet themâAlthough you arenât excited to see her partner. Maybe if you pretend he isnât there heâll disappearâŠ.
A girl can wish.
Regardless, when the gates begin to open and bannermen carrying the Targaryen house sigil rush in the courtyard your breath grows unsteady, but that doesnât measure up to the way your chest aches with the building anticipation when a royal carriage rolls in and quickly comes to a halt.
Youâve dreamt of reuniting with your mother and brothers since the moment you left. All youâve ever wanted was to be with them again, so you canât help your racing heart, nor can you keep yourself from biting your cheek as you fiddle with your pendant, and smile brightly.
âAll hail Rhaenyra of House Targaryen, Princess of Dragonstone and heir to the Iron Throne, and her royal consort Prince Daemon Targaryen.â
You step down the stairs and watch the carriage door open, albeit you're welcomed with darkness so you slightly tilt your head and narrow your gaze until finally the sunlight hits her face when your mother comes out first.
There she is and she hasnât aged a day it seems, she looks just as breathtaking as when you last saw her. Only now she carries a small swollen belly where your sixth sibling grows, besides that, she looks the same and still doesn't fail to make you feel a sense of relief and comfort, as if everything in this world was going to be okay.
She doesn't even have to meet your gaze for your whole body to relax, seeing her gaze wander the exterior is enough comfort. Thus, you let her take in what might be new to her and instead take this second to drift your gaze too and look at the people that walk out of the carriage, hoping to see your brothers next, but itâs just Prince Daemonâgross.
He looks a bit plumper, and he has more wrinkles than before, but age does that to a person and he is old now.
Nevertheless, a soothing and excited voice calls out your name, pulling your attention back to your mother, and noticing that she found you now.
âMother,â you call out breathlessly and break away from your spot to meet her halfway with an embrace. âOh,â you breathe out softly and nuzzle your face in the crook of her neck.
âOh my sweet girl,â she coos as she caresses the back of your head. âHow I've missed you.â
You draw in a deep shaky breath and find that she still smells like sweet berries and flowers.
âIâve missed you too, so much.â You cry happily in her neck and hug her tighter, making her hold onto you tighter before she presses her face against your head to try and be as connected as you physically can before you ultimately have to pull away.
However, when you pull back you grab each other's hands to not let go yet and study each other from up close.
âIâve missed you so much,â she says again as she lifts her hand to caress your cheek with her soft thumb. âYou're so beautifulâŠAnd so grown,â she pauses and shakes her head. âI've missed so much, you're a woman now.â She beams at you with a wobbly grin while a joyous gleam reflects in her eye.
You grin back. âAnd you are just as beautiful,â you redirect. âAnd don't worry, we're together again and we won't be separated for so long again,â you reassure her and then glance down to touch her belly. âHow is she?â
Your mother giggles. âHealthy and growing every day.â She blinks and looks past you to search the area behind you. âAerion?â She asks excitedly.
You pull your hand away from her belly and sigh. âSleeping, besides youâre rushed now, Iâll take him to you later when you have time. Iâm eager for you to meet him,â you let her know.
âWhich reminds me,â she interjects and secures her hand around one of yours before she pulls you towards two small blond-silver-haired toddlers behind her. âSweetling meet your brothers, Aegon,â she introduces as she caresses the chin of a boy with pin-straight hair wearing an all-black outfit.
âHello,â you greet the toddler. âAren't you the cutest little boy? Iâm your sister.â
He looks like Daemon. They have the same eyes, however, your brother does have a sweet charm that Daemon doesn't, especially when Aegon smiles briefly before hiding his face in the handmaiden's shoulder because he makes you laugh.
âAnd this is Viserys,â your mother adds and points to a smaller toddler with the same hair color but wearing red and gold. Unlike Aegon, Viserys waves, and he looks like your mother.
âYouâll make a fine and charming knight, I see it already,â you tell the little boy before you step back to look at both toddlers. âYouâll make friends with Aerion soon,â you tell them.
Now that those introductions are done with nevertheless, you let your mother's hand go and turn to try and find your brothers, but luckily youâre immediately welcomed with the sight of two tall young men with dark hair already staring at you. You donât need introductions to know whoâs who, you recognize them instantly.
âJace, Luke!â You exclaim before you stride over to try and stay composed in front of other people, but you canât contain your excitement, nor can they contain theirs; you laugh excitedly and break into a sprint. When you get close enough you throw your arms around the both of them to pull them into a group embrace.
âLook how youâve both grown!â You exclaim and pull back to grab their shoulders to study these changed faces they have grown into.
âLook at you,â Lucerys counters sweetly. âI almost didnât recognize you.â
You shoot him a sweet smile. âI would say the same thing considering youâre taller now, and lost those precious curls, but you still carry that sweet face.â
Lucerys scoffs softly and his cheeks grow red whilst he offers you a soft and sweet smile. Yet when his eyes land on your scar his smile falters.
âCool huh?â You redirect. âMy friend, Lord Stark says it adds character. Perhaps I shall tell you how I got it.â You try to make him feel better so he doesn't worry over a scar that happened years ago and wasn't his fault.
âPlease do,â Jacaerys interjects, drifting your eyes to the taller brown-haired boy who now has a stronger chin, broader shoulders, and a charming grin rather than that sweet and innocent smile you remember him having.
âHave you grown?â You tease Jacaerys. âI think youâveâŠhm, nope youâve stayed the same height, Little Prince.â
Lucerys snickers and Jacaerys parts his lips to snap back but he just glares at you instead and mutters, âIâve matured, I suggest you do the same.â
Lucerys and you look at each other with the same teasing look before you both burst out laughing. Jacaerys watches the both of you with a pout, but he canât stand it so he laughs with you.
âHow Iâve missed you sister,â Jacearys says as he pats your shoulder.
âWe have so much to catch up later,â you lean in and whisper. âNow, now,â you repeat happily and turn away from them to face the little boy in front of the timid Rhaena.
âYou must be Joffrey,â you direct at the boy and pick up your gowns skirt to crouch before him. âIâm your sister,â you say and then state your name even though your name has been spoken to him many times in your absence. You just feel like doing that courtesy to the little boy. âThe last time I saw you, you were an itty babe. Now youâre almost a man grown.â You beam at him.
He smirks and raises his chin proudly. âI remember,â he counters a bit smugly.
You snicker and hear your mother laugh softly.
âAh, do you?â You question him and look at him with an entertained and feigned curious look.
Joffrey nods. âI do.â
You shoot him a smirk and mirror his confidence. âGood then, have you missed me terribly?â
âI have.â He nods in agreement.
You stand to your given height and grin at him. âGood answer, thatâs what I like to hear.â You praise him and ruffle his hair before you proceed to glance up to meet the kind gaze of Rhaena.
âCousin,â you greet.
âPrincess,â she greets before you both close the gap with a much more gentle hug. âItâs nice seeing you again.â
âLikewise,â you say and pull back. âYou look lovely.â
Rhaena offers you a shy smile and then says, âCongratulations on your babe. I know Iâve said it before, but itâs not the same as in person.â
You touch your chest and speak with delight. âThank you so much, it means a lot. Iâll bring him around later when youâve settled, and after lunch with Baela?â You ask. âI want to hear all you have to say. Well, all you canât write on a letter.â
âThat sounds like a marvelous idea,â Rhaena assures you.
You smile softly and whisper, âgood,â before you step back and get ready to finally bring them insideâ
Until you remember someone else with them.
You exhale out your nose and merely face your stepfather Daemon with a feigned smile. âPrince Daemon, I hope the sea wasn't rough.â
Said man shakes his head stiffly. âNot at all. Itâs a pleasure seeing you again.â
You hide your face of disgust and hum softly before you respond very dryly. âAnd you.â You sigh and quickly point to the doors to end this greeting. âLetâs head inside.â
They all follow you without question, and the moment they're surrounded by castle walls and protected by a tall ceiling, everyone gawks at the change that the Red Keep has gone through since they were last here until those who have to break away from the group get sent away, leaving you with your mother, Daemon, and the babies.
âCassandra,â you tell one of the servants following you. âShow my mother's handmaidens to the kids' chambers, they can stay with Aerion. âHave baths drawn for my mother and the prince after their visit with the King, and set for lunch at the gardens for my cousins and I.â
The servant nods her head and scurries off, letting your mother fall beside you. âBeing in charge suits you,â she praises you.
You smile softly. âItâs either that or sewing by my fire,â you scoff. âThereâs not much I can do here, so I take what I can.â
You meet her gaze and shoot her smirk. âAnd I also like it.â
Your mother smiles back at you, but you then falter and sigh deeply. âI do what I can,â you add from deep inside. âWith grandfather, at courtâŠI hope you understand that.â
Your mother shakes her head softly. âDonât you worry about that, my sweet,â she assures you. âI understand.â
The corner of your lips tug to a relieved smile and her words do work to assure your worry.
Throughout the year there has been this pesky doubt in your head that made you think youâd somehow disappoint your mother. Itâs good that she doesnât think so even though you donât have much power here, not with Alicent seeming to ice you out after about a month of trying to be kind? You try your best with what you can do; whether itâs putting out good words for your family, and or doing good deeds in your mother's name. And with your grandfather, well, you try what you can, but thatâs not much besides simple company.
âI would say itâs nice to be home,â your mother interjects with a change of subject. âBut I scarcely recognize it.â
Daemon hums and walks ahead, letting you comment in high Valyrian so bypassers wonât understand. â<The vipers have spread their poison deep in these halls.>â You steal a glimpse at all the faith symbols that have replaced the dragons and huff.
â<I see that,â your mother responds in the same language. âItâs unfortunate they canât poison themselves.>
You hum in agreement and keep quiet as footsteps trail up behind you while you climb the stairs that lead to the King's chambers.
âPrincess,â a familiar voice calls out.
You look back and see Vanessa, so you stop in your tracks and let your mother catch up to her husband so you can hear what Vanessa has to urgently say.
âWhat is it?â You probe.
Vanessa leans by your ear and whispers, âthere was a problem in Aegonâs chambers involving a servant girl. She was then taken to the Queen's quarters right away.â
You snap your eyes to meet her gaze and the corner of your lips pulls to a smirk. âGood job. Thank you for telling me, go find out more and talk to me later.â You tell her and grab her hand with a smile. âBe careful.â
Vanessa nods and then turns to leave back where she had come from, letting you catch up to the pair you had been with. And once Vanessa is out of sight they both look at you curiously, and only your mother presses you.
âIs everything all right?â
You draw in a deep breath and this time give Daemon your attention too. âI donât know,â you exhale. âIt truly dependsâŠ<the serpent is getting ready to strike again.>â You hide your smirk as theyâre only more confused and instead just leave them to their curiosity for now. âIâll tell you later. I canât now.â
Itâs not the most jaw-dropping news, and itâs not surprising either, but you know that theyâll at least be somewhat shocked that you have a way to know, and you also know Daemon will like what you have to say since you both hate how the Hightowerâs like to think theyâre holier than thou but ignore the nasty activities that Aegon does so it won't taint their image in all the wrong ways.
It's absurd and annoying, and they're all hypocrites, but regardless since your mother and Daemon are going to visit your grandfather, you let them be and catch up to your brothers instead.
âJace! Luke!â You call to them the moment you see the back of their heads, making them stop in their tracks just before they can reach the door.
âYou should have told us to wait for you,â Jacaerys says as he watches you get between them.
You shrug. âMatters come up, I wouldnât have wanted you to waste your afternoon waiting,â you explain and hook your arm around Lucerys to walk with them now. âAnyways, where is it youâre heading to?â
âTraining yard,â Lucerys points out even if you already knew since you recognize the hall. âWeâve just been walking around. Seeing what's new.â
You hum and feel the gentle breeze the moment the doors open for the three of you and welcome you outside to the sound of clashing metal, clamoring echoes throughout the training yard, and murmurs from the stairs.
At first when you had just arrived from Winterfell, hearing and seeing the halls and courtyards filled with people was hard getting used to since Winterfell was quieter and less busy, but now the noise and all the people are tuned out.
âNow tell me sweet brothers how much youâve missed seeing my pretty face,â you interject teasingly and let Lucerys go to spin around on your heels and walk back on the stairs, making Lucerys grow concerned over your lack of care.
âThe days have been truly dreadful,â Jacaerys feeds your ego. âThe years passed by with little meaning without you.â
You flash Jacaerys a grin and squeal. He may be sarcastic but you donât care, you like his response regardless.
âBe careful,â Lucerys warns, but you ignore him and spin around to grab the railing and rush down the stone steps. âHow does it look now that youâve gotten older? I know I thought this castle was much bigger when I returned.â
âReally?â Lucerys questions. âItâs smaller than I remember.â
You hum softly and glance out at the training yard, catching a crowd of people surrounding Aemond at the far end of the yard.
He isnât hard to miss, his long silver hair gives him away, and his fascinating skills attract anyone passing by. He surely catches your attention right now too, just like the many times before.
âIt looks exactly the same,â Jacaerys retorts in a much more lighthearted tone than your little brother. âOh, Luke, come on.â
Jacaerys rushes past you and chooses to lead the way.
âI have to show you both my archery skills,â you interject happily and run to a rack of weapons. âI think theyâre a lot better than my sword skills, especially when Iâm on Dragonback!â
However, before you can grab a bow Jacaerys grabs your hand and pulls you with him towards the gates. âLook,â he laughs and pats a dent on the stone wall. âThis is what Lucerys made with Ser Cristonâs Morningstar.â
You share an entertained gaze and feel the bumpy dent. âLittle Luke?â You ask.
Jacaerys nods. âYes! He thought he was stronger than he was,â he says and turns to speak louder so Lucerys can hear now. âSee? I told you this would still be here. And you thought you could swing Cristonâs Morningstar.â He then glances at you again and snickers. âHe almost took his own head off.â
You giggle softly before you pull him back to the rack where Lucerys stayed. Rather than grabbing a bow and arrows though, your gaze falls on the sparring swords.
âCareful,â Jacaerys warns with feigned concern. âWhat would your husband say about you grabbing such a weapon? This is for men.â
You roll your eyes and wrap your hand around a long sword. âHe can go speak to Astraea if he has anything to say about it.â
Jacaerys scoffs softly, but rather than countering with something witty, he addresses something else. âWhatâs your problem?â
You pick your eyes off the weapons and look at your side, catching a glum frown on Lucerys face, and growing concerned too.
âEveryoneâs staring at us,â Lucerys answers quietly.
You peer back and catch gawkers whispering amongst each other as their eyes pierce into your brothers.
One doesn't need to be a genius to know what theyâre whispering about, itâs why youâre so quick to pierce a glare into all of them, but since theyâre so focused on their gossip they donât catch you glaring right back at them. Nor do you actually draw their attention just yet, you play it off discreetly and instead counter back to Jacaerys by clashing the sword in your hand against the dagger he had picked up.
Jacaerys flashes you a proud grin, and you mirror it before you both turn toward the rack again and fist bump.
No matter how far youâve been, or the fact that you haven't seen each other in years, your bond hasnât broken. Now that they arenât little and annoyingâwell theyâre still probably annoying because they are your little brothers, but now that youâre older, you get along a lot better than before.
This is a fine example, neither Jacaerys nor you have to say anything, you just clash your sparring weapons as if it was planned.
âNo one would question me being heir to DriftmarkâŠâ Lucerys adds and goes quieter. âIfâŠI looked more like Ser Laenor Velaryon and you, sister, rather than Ser Harwin Strong.â
You put the weapon down and shuffle closer to him before you look back again, and let yourself get noticed this time by the onlookers who arenât gathered around Aemond and Ser Criston. You donât shoot them daggers, but you do meet their gazes and lift your nose in the air to demonstrate your power.
They realize they were caught staring and gossiping so they shut their mouths and turn to slowly walk away, letting you exhale and face Lucerys now. âPeople talk regardless,â you tell him and grab his shoulder so he can meet your gaze. âIt doesnât matter who you are, or what you might look like, they talk because they have nothing better to do with their lives. Ignore them, what they think doesnât matter. Theyâre commoners with nothing compared to you.â
You offer your brother a soft smile before you ruffle his hair. Lucerys exhales softly and offers you a tiny smile.
After that, before anything else can be said, the sound of cracking wood and cheering steals the attention of all three of you and pulls towards Aemond and Ser Criston sparring.
Like many times before theyâre the stars of the training yard, when they spar many people gather to watch them fight. And why wouldn't they? Theyâre an impressive pair.
âCome,â you urge your brothers before you break away from them to push through the crowd and watch Aemond swing his shiny sword from up close. However, he misses as Ser Criston slides back, making you focus all of your attention on his counterattack, and hold your breath as you watch how Aemond barely blocks the move with his shield.
After Aemond throws the shield to the side and stands back to his given height, you slowly breathe out and squint your eyes to follow how he swings his arm at the knight.
Nonetheless, Ser Criston then responds by swinging his weapon but ends up failing and hits the ground, making the pair then swiftly switch sides and watch each other.
You begin to smirk and watch them circle each other before Ser Criston uses his aggression and swings at Aemond, but misses every time. Itâs only as he gets closer that he finally makes contact when your husband chooses to clash his sword against the weapon before he spins around Ser Criston and brings an end to the spar by pointing the blade at his throat.
You immediately beam and clap with glee.
âWell done, my prince,â Ser Criston says as he lowers his hand. âYouâll be winning tourneys in no time.â
âI donât give a shit about tourneys,â Aemond snaps back. âNephews,â he then addresses your brothers beside you without actually looking at them.
He doesn't even proceed to, no first he lowers his weapon and then meets your gaze briefly before he drops his eye on your brothers.
âYou come to train?â Aemond asks.
The corner of your lips tug to a soft smile and you look at your brothers to await their response, but Aemond then addresses you, âMy love.â
You blink and meet his gaze again with a smile before you both meet halfway.
âHave you come to train?â He asks as he grabs your hand to lift your knuckles to his lips and press a gentle kiss on them.
âIâve come to see you train,â you rebuttal and grab his shoulder to lean in and give him a small kiss on his lips. â<Iâve missed you, itâs like I havenât seen you all day.>â You comment in High Valyrian.
Aemond smirks and cups your jaw. â<Let me kiss you so I can have something to think about when youâre not with me.>â
Sweet words like those are why you came to be with child so quickly after your marriage. His voice is so sexy and soothing, it's like a spell in your ears. He enchants you with every word that goes past his pink lip. Itâs why you canât say no, you kiss him with a burning passion that grows every day, and eagerly bite his bottom lip without caring that thereâs a crowd; they want something to look at? Well, they can see the love you and Aemond share.
The one and only reason why you cut the kiss short is because your brothers are here, but you still donât step away from Aemond, you hold his gaze with a smirk.
âOpen the gates!â Voices break through the courtyard, causing you to slide your hands to Aemondâs chest and turn your head to watch the gates.
Much to your misfortunate though, itâs your uncle Ser Vaemond Velaryon; he marches down surrounded by his people proudly showing off the Velaryon sigil and the bright house colors.
You know he sees the crowd, the boy that he wants to dethrone, but he acts like he doesnât care, and acts nonchalant as he slithers past.
Oh, but you can't wait for that smirk to be wiped off his face when he loses his fight on the morrow. If only you can do it now. What youâd give him to see him beg for his pathetic life in front of Astraea, or any dragon really.
Itâs a bit extreme, sure, but who in the Seven Hell cares? You donât.
ââ
*LATER*
âLook at that!âJacearys exclaims and pulls your hand to him to get a closer look at the glimmering sapphire ring on your finger. âItâs huge! Mother look.â He lifts your hand over the couch, making you lift your head to peer over. Albeit your mother doesnât pay much mind to the ring on your finger, she just glances and hums before she focuses back on Aerion. Ever since you brought him to her all she does is swoon over him, she doesnât even seem to want to let him go. She especially likes how little Viserys finds baby Aerion so fascinating.
Theyâre so young and untouched by this stupid feud between the family that itâs nice watching them play so innocently with each other. Sure, at first Aerion was cautious of her and the others, but thatâs because he hadnât seen any of them before until this very moment. After he accumulated he quickly became equally as enamored by his grandmother and couldnât get enough of her.
Maybe he can also sense the babe she carries?
âHow is it that you carry yourself?â Jacaerys teases and drops your hand. âI mean that big head of yours is already weighing you down.â He snickers, and Lucerys stifles his laughter.
You look away from your mother to shoot Jacaerys a pointed look as you fake laugh before you shove him back with your foot.
âLook at your hands,â you redirect as you stroke your cat's fur. âIt looks like they havenât seen a day of work in your entire life.â You blink and look back at Baela with a smirk. âHow can you marry a prince like that?â You tease with a snarky laugh.
Baela smiles softly, and Jacaerys rolls his eyes and sits on your legs since your head is on Baelaâs lap. âLet me see your hands then,â he argues.
You lift your left hand off your cat and show him a scar that trails over your middle, ring, and pinky finger. âI got this from ice.â
Lucerys drags himself over on the couch and leans over to look at what youâre showing off.
âFuck off,â Jacaerys scoffs.
You sit up straight and let Rhaena see too since she approaches with curiosity of her own. âIâm being completely honest!â You defend yourself. âIce burns! The maester said I was lucky, I couldâve gotten my fingers amputated.â
âOkay,â Jacaerys plays along as he still finds your story made up. âHow did you get it?â
You smile softly at your hand as a memory of Cregan and Arra comes to mind. âUh, my friends Lord Stark, his lady wife, and I were out skating on the iced-over lake, and then we heard a cry out in the woods nearby, so me, being ever so curiousââ you laugh softly and glance at all of them paying close attention. âI went to check it out, thatâs when we saw a stag stuck under an ice cap. I didnât have gloves on so as Cregan helped the stag, and Arra helped me, I lifted the ice cap with my sleeves over my hands. Albeit half of my left sleeve slipped so it only covered half of my hand, and I couldnât let the ice go or else it would hit the stag again, so I had to let it burn.â
Jacaerys sits back and hums with his eyes squinted on you, so you challenge his gaze.
âIâm telling the truth! I swear it,â you plead your case.
âI knew ice was cold,â Lucerys interjects, âbut I never knew it could do that.â
You nod softly. âIce is dangerous, but itâs beautiful. At night when the moon hits it, it shines like stars.â You grin with excitement. âWe need to go North. All of us, on Dragonback! Rhaena can ride with me since Astraea is bigger. I know a spot on The Wall we can go to so we can see what lies behind it.â
âI thought the dragons didn't go past it,â Rhaena adds, causing your gaze to drift to herââI read it. Is it true?â
You glance down and think back to the few times you did fly to the wall. âWell,â you answer unsurely. âWe never went past the wall, we would land on top of it each time, but,â you hum and blink repeatedly in confusion. âI think now that you mention it, Astraea would never wander past the wall, sheâd stay perched or just circle behind me.â
âHuh,â Jacaerys breathes out thoughtfully.
You look at Rhaena and smirk at her. âThanks for pointing it out, Rhaena,â you add. âI never gave it much thought, now Iâm extremely curious as to why.â
âPerhaps,â Baela cuts in with a smirk that matches yours. âWe should try it out? See what the dragons do this time. Thatâd be fun!â
You nod in agreement, and just as you do the door opens, pulling the attention of everyone to the entrance. Thatâs when you see Prince Daemon walk in, and you instantly begin to lose your smile.
Youâd ask what he was doing here but unfortunately, he is your mothersâŠhusbandâ
Please if your eyes rolling could make a sound, it would be the loudest sound in the room.
âDonât stop on my account,â Daemon cuts through the silence that had built in the parlor room. âAs you were.â
You cross your arms over the couch to rest your chin on your hands and watch every step he takes with a discreet piercing glare as he approaches your mother holding Aerion.
It doesnât matter if heâs your mother's husband, your uncle, step-father, and father of your younger brothers, you donât like him. You donât trust him. You donât like how carries himself as if heâs the best in the world. You donât like the way he talks or the way he acts. You had no reason to be wary of him before, but now?
Itâs no accident how your father died. Ser Qarl cared for your father, he never had any ill intentions. He didnât kill your father, his paramour. You justâno, you just know you're right!
Besides, itâs no coincidence your father's death happened as soon as Lady Laena died! Youâve heard the rumors of how creepy Daemon was with your mother when she was young. You know who he is, The Rogue Prince, itâs not unlike him to kill and manipulate to get something he wants.
You canât make your mother see it, you have no proof. You canât make your brothers support you for that same reason, so they can like him until then. And maybe youâre just delusional, feeding this stupid hatred, but how can you not think of it that way? How can you like him? You loved your father and heâs gone now, he died moments after Daemon walked into your mother's life again. In your eyes, Daemon is the monster that took him away. A demon incarnate.
His evil eyes catch your stare, but you donât look away, you lift your nose in the air and narrow your glare until heâs the one that drifts his gaze away.
âTell me my sweet,â your mother interjects as she walks to Daemon to show Aerion off with pride. âHas there been any improvement with the dragon egg?â
You sigh and shake your head. âNo, it hasnât hatched, but,â you add with a soft smile. âIf it doesnât then itâll be fine. Maybe heâs meant to bond with Seasmoke or another dragon. Aemond hopes he will bond with a bigger one later on too.â
âItâs common for us to bond with dragons later on,â Daemon cuts in even if you did not ask. âMaybe heâs meant to ride the fiercest.â
You clench your jaw but hum in agreement, and thankfully your mother fills your silence. âDo you like the sound of that, little prince?â She tells Aerion. âRiding the fiercest dragon in the world?â
You watch her smile at him, and he smiles back, so you canât help but do the same regardless of the thorn on your side that keeps stabbing you.
âIf the gods are graceful,â she continues softer and grabs his little fist to press a gentle kiss on his knuckles. âYou and my Visenya will ride side by side.â
Aerion coos happily, making your mother giggle and for Daemon to caress Aerionâs head.
You donât like it, youâd take Aerion away from his proximity, but you hold yourself together and bite your tongue. Even if it is very, very difficult.
âWhat was the news that was shared with you earlier?â Daemon once again cuts in. âYou said youâd share it.â
Calm down. Calm downâŠ
You put the cat down to push yourself off the couch and stretch your limbs before you walk to the small table holding the wine. â<Iâm sure youâve all heard the rumors that get spread around by the little birds about the Queenâs eldest son,â you begin to say to everyone in High Valyrian in case bypassers pass the parlor room, or stop by. â Well,â you snicker as you pour yourself wine. âThatâs been me and a close friend I met a couple of months back.>â You turn and walk towards the balcony doors to let the sun kiss your flesh.
Everyone in the room watches you closely, but you notice that itâs Daemon who pays more attention than most.
â<Today news,â you continue and take a sip of the sweet red wine. âMhmm, well,â you smack your lips and lower the goblet. âMy handmaiden found out that the eldest son assaulted a servant in his bedchambers. She then saidâŠ> you trail off and smirk as you turn, causing the sun's beaming rays to reflect off your eyes which in turn makes them burn ferociously, while the same sunbeams bounce off your white-silver hair so brightly that itâs like seeing diamonds gleam.
â<⊠that the Queen paid off the servant to keep her mouth shut and leave,â you pause to lift the cup to your lips and smirk deeply at your wine. âBut I paid her triple to stay with my close friend.> You sip your wine and hear Daemon snicker.
This time you canât help but be actually proud of his speechless approval.
âWhy?â Lucerys asks.
You lower the goblet and meet his gaze. â<Why what? Why I take time out of my day to spy around the castle? Well, to taint the reputation of the Hightowers that they think is so holy. They parade the eldest son around as if heâs some angel or some Aegon the Conqueror incarnate, so I want to undermine them. And two,â you shrug. âI donât like the eldest son, no one in the city does. Heâs a drunk, and a rapist with no sense of dutyâŠIâm also bored. Thatâs why.>â
Your mother hums and only takes a few steps towards where you are. âHow do you do it?â She asks. âI'm sure that they have eyes on you all the time.â
You shake your head. âNot as much as youâd think, but,â you say and turn to walk to a round table. â<I remember you would disappear through secret doors,â you continue in Valyrian. âI came back, went exploring and after getting lost a few times I found myself around. We use that.>â You finish and lean back against the table's edge to set your goblet down.
âWhoâs this friend?â Daemon probes.
âDo you trust her?â Jacaerys cuts in and gets off the couch.
You scoff and shake your head whilst you now push yourself off the table to walk to your mother and Aerion. âOnly a fool would trust the White worm, but we have common enemies so we bond over our discontent of certain people.â You say and take Aerion from your mother now.
Your mother shares a slight smirk and says, âI never thought you could be so calculating, my sweet.â
You meet her gaze and shake your head. âNot calculating, Iâm playing it smart, like you told me.â
Your mother responds with a gentle smile before she caresses your chin and then wanders over to Daemon. âYou donât happen to have something on Ser Vaemond do you?â
You laugh softly and shake your head. âNo. Sorry, but donât worry, Iâm sure it will go the right way on the morrow.â You try to assure them before glancing at Lucerys and offering him an assuring smile.
Lucerys sighs deeply and slouches as his concern clouds over him.
âIâll pray to the old gods, they listen.â You say hopefully before you look at your son. âNow we must go. We had a lovely day.â
You look at your mother and then at your brothers and cousins to offer them an excited grin. âIt was good seeing you all. Iâve truly missed you all. It hasnât felt like home until now,â you share and sigh softly before you walk to the door. âIâll see you to break fast. Good night.â
âGood night!â Everyone says after you. And just before you can disappear past the doors, you offer them one last smile.
Once youâre out in the hall past the parlor room you meet your son's wandering gaze and speak to him. âNow letâs go see your father. He must miss us. I know I miss him, do you?â
The baby coos, making you laugh softly before you press him against your chest to embrace him with so much affection.
Last year you wished to be back at Winterfell, you wished for this life to be shared with Cregan, but nowâŠyou have to admit that you canât picture your life with anyone else but Aemond. SoâŠmaybe itâs time that your letters to Cregan come to a stopâŠ
ââ
*THE NEXT DAY*
âRhaenyra of House Targaryen, Princess of Dragonstone and heir to the Iron Throne, and her royal consort Prince Daemon Targaryen.â
The clamoring spread throughout the throne room cuts off, providing a chilling silence. Eyes fall on a Daemon right away as he walks down the stairs, but their gazes then quickly dart to his other side where your mother is since the petitions being held today are about Lucerys, and don't dare lose sight as if afraid they'd miss something. They itch to murmur their despicable rumors while they watch her, but they bite their tongue and just watch with caution and curiosity.
When it comes to you, the guard announces your name and your title but adds that last bit of information that has been attached to you since the day you wed, as if you turned to his property since that day. ââŠAnd the lady wife of Prince Aemond Targaryen.â
You distaste it but there's nothing that can be done and Aemond says that thereâs no harm in a title. But they donât call him your husband every time he walks down some room, do they?
Regardless, the onlookers watch with slight surprise because for once since youâve been married youâre not attached to Aemond, instead you trail behind your mother and take the lead in front of her heir, and the heir to Driftmark. Even Alicentâs gaze tears you apart as she watches you walk in with your nose in the air, and a sense of cockiness in the sway of your hips, showing that now that you were surrounded by your family you were out of her touch.
âPrince Jacaerys and Prince Lucerys of House Velaryon, followed by Lady Rhaena of House Targaryen.â The guard finishes announcing, letting the whispering pick up again, and the curious gazes focus solely on Lucerys, who was already feeling insecure as it is and probably feels even worse now.
Thus you slow down your pace to walk in between him and Jacaerys. â<Youâre a prince,â you whisper to your little brother in High Valyrian as you shoot daggers at the audience watching him. âWhat they think does not matter.>â
Lucerysâs eyes fall on you and he hesitantly whispers back. âI know.â
You blink and look at him with a soft look and a sweet smile, making Lucerys mirror your gesture.
When you reach the front of the throne room you take a step towards the other side to go stand by Aemond, but youâre suddenly interrupted.
âSer Vaemond of House Velaryon.â The guard announces before closing the doors.
You quickly shuffle back to your mother's side and stand beside Jacaerys to watch the one person everyone was left waiting on, Ser Vaemond.
Your grandmother and Baela were already here, as were Alicent, Aemond, and his siblings, so now youâre stuck with your family and only able to hold Aemondâs gaze from across the floor.
âThough it is the great hope of this court that Lord Corlys Velaryon survive his wounds,â Lord Otto starts the petition and silences the crowd. âWe gather here with the grim task of dealing with the succession of Driftmark. As Hand, I speak with the Kingâs voice on this and all matters.â He says and pulls his coat to confidently sit on the Iron Throne. âThe crown will now hear the petitions. Ser Vaemond of House Velaryon.â
You clench your jaw and sigh, you donât even bother to look at the man, you keep looking at your husband across from you as if you havenât seen him your whole life.
âMy Queen,â Ser Vaemond addresses the people who will determine who succeeds your grandfather Corlys. âMy Lord Hand. The history of our noble houses extend beyond the Seven Kingdoms to the days of Old ValyriaâŠ.â
Oh please can he just get on with it.
ââŠfor as long as House Targaryen has ruled the skies, House Velaryon has ruled the seas. When the Doom occurred on Valyria our houses became the last of their kind. Our forebears came to this new land knowing that were they to fail, it would mean the end of their bloodlines and their name. I have spent my entire life on Driftmark defending my brother's seat. I am Lord Corlys closest kin, his own blood. The true, unimpeachable blood of House Velaryon runs through my veins.â
âAs it does in my four eldest children,â your mother suddenly interrupts him. âThe offspring of Laenor Velaryon.â
You glance at the ground and smirk proudly at your mother's words and confidence.
âIf you care so much about your house's blood, Ser Vaemond, you would not be so bold as to supplant its rightful heir. No, you only speak for yourself and for your own ambitionââ
âYou will have a chance to make your own petition, Princess Rhaenyra,â Alicent cuts your mother off. âDo Ser Vaemond the courtesy of allowing his to be heard.â
What else can he say? Thatâs all that man can say unless he wants his tongue cut off.
âWhat do you know of Velaryon blood, Princess?â Ser Vaemond directs at your mother now, causing you to lift your gaze and notice him now facing your mother. âI can cut my veins and show it to youâŠâ
Oh gods, how pathetic.
You roll your eyes and meet Aemondâs gaze to share your annoyance. He was already looking at you so he responds with a small agreeing smirk.
ââŠand you still wouldn't recognize it. This is about the future and survival of my house, not yours.â Ser Vaemond spats and then turns to face Lord Otto again. âMy Queen, my Lord Hand. This is a matter of blood, not ambition. I place the continuation of the survival of my house and my line above all. I humbly put myself before you as my brother's successorâŠthe Lord of Driftmark and Lord of the Tides.â
You exhale deeply in annoyance and clasp your hands in front of you, ending with you fiddling with your sapphire ring out of boredom.
âThank you, Ser Vaemond,â Lord Ottos says, letting the man step aside to now address your mother. âPrincess Rhaenyra, you may now speak for your son, Lucerys Velaryon.â
You lift your gaze again and watch your mother step in the center to now speak her argument. This time, unlike with Ser Vaemond, you actually care what has to be said.
âIf I am to grace this farce with some answer. I will start by reminding the court that nearly 20 years ago, in this veryââ
The doors suddenly opening cut off your mother's speech and turn all heads back. And when your eyes fall on the exit you gasp softly in surprise as you see none other than the sick King.
âKing Viserys of House Targaryen, the First of his Name,â one of his Kingsguard announces to everyone in the hall, creating a disbelieved chill that everyone can feel. ââŠKing of the Andals, and the Rhoynar, and the First Men. Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm.â
Heâs always been in too much pain to do much of anything, even when heâs lying down he doesnât find comfort, but here he comes hobbling forward now, much to everyone's surprise and yours.
His breathing is clearly growing shallow but he makes no effort to stop, he pushes forward. He doesnât even accept the help of his Kingsguard, he pushes on and only pauses once; that's when his crown slips off his head and clinks on the floor. And much to your surprise instead of letting the guards run to his aide, you catch Daemon leaving his spot to walk over to his brother the King. He picks up the crown that fell and helps his brother to his throne.
That alone surprises you more than your grandfather attending this petition. It shouldnât, you saw how affectionate he was with your mother at breakfast, but DaemonâsâŠkindness shocks you.
âI mustâŠâ the King breaks the shocked silence that covers the hall. ââŠAdmitïżœïżœmy confusion. I do not understand why petitions are being heard over a settled succession.â
Exactly! So can we please now end this farce and your boredom!
âThe only one presentâŠâ your grandfather continues to strain himself. ââŠwho might offer keener insight into Lord Corlysâs wishes is the Princess Rhaenys.â
Your eyes, along with everyone elseâs travel to your grandmother.
âIndeed, Your Grace,â she interjects very calmly and with as much surprise as everyone else before stepping to the center. âIt was ever my husbandâs will that Driftmark pass through Ser Laenor to his trueborn sonâŠLucerys Velaryon.â
If you could laugh at this very moment you would, but you canât so you just smirk very smugly at Ser Vaemond.
âHis mind never changed,â your grandmother continues to add. âNor did my support of him. As a matter of fact, the Princess Rhaenyra has just informed me of her desire to marry her sons, Jace and Luke, to Lord Corlysâs youngest granddaughters, Baela and Rhaena...â
So she did end up agreeing? The call was left for her to take. Or at least that was your understanding.
Good nevertheless. Now the twins will be your good-sisters as well!
You share that happiness with both Baela and Rhaena by offering them both a kind smile as your grandmother finishes speaking her argument.
â...a proposal to which I heartily agree.â
âWell,â your grandfather interjects. âThe matter is settled. Again. I hereby reaffirm Prince Lucerys of House Velaryon as heir to Driftmark, the Driftwood Throne, and the next Lord of the Tides.â
The corner of your lips tug to a wider smile, and this time you meet your brother's gaze to share your pride, and soft and cocky, âI told you so,â look.
âYou break law,â Ser Vaemond bluntly cuts in, causing your smile to fall and turn to an annoyed frownââAnd centuries of tradition to install your daughter as heir.â
You scoff under your breath and twist your face to show your disgust for this man and his words.
âYet you dare tell meâŠwho deserves to inherit the name Velaryon. No,â he mutters. âI will not allow it.â
Who does he think is?
âAllow it?â Your grandfather repeats with spite. âDo not forget yourself, Vaemond.â
âThat!â Ser Vaemond yells as he twists around on his heels to point at Lucerys with anger. âIs no true Velaryon. And certainly no nephew of mine.â
You raise your chin and scowl whilst you fist your hands at your sides.
âGo to your chambers,â your mother tells Lucerys before addressing Ser Vaemond. âYou have said enough.â
âLucerys is my true-born grandson,â your grandfather argues. âAnd youâŠare no more than the second son of Driftmark.â
âYou,â Ser Vaemond snaps. âMay run your house as you see fitâŠbut you will not decide the future of mine. My house survived the Doom! And a thousand tribulations besides. And gods be damned,â he hisses and throws his head to the side to glare at Lucerys. âI will not see it ended on the account of thisâŠâ he trails off and closes his mouth, but you and your family know what he was going to say.
âSay it,â you catch Daemon quietly egg him on.
âHer sons,â Ser Vaemond continues and narrows his glare on your mother, making you step forward to her side and grab her hand.
âAre bastards!â Ser Vaemond bellows.
The audience begins to murmur, and you curl your lips to a scowl, whilst your mother's hand tightens around you.
âAnd she,â Ser Vaemond continues and faces the King. âIsâŠa whore.â
You swallow thickly and grab your mother's arm to try and give her comfort.
âI,â your grandfather pants, snapping your attention to him now out of his chair. âWill have your tongue for that.â He threatens him with his blade.
However, before anything can happen youâre startled by the sound of metal loudly slicing through flesh. When you look at where the sound comes from you gasp in horror, and quickly cover your mouth as you see half of Ser Vaemondâs head fall to the floor.
âHe can keep his tongue,â Daemon retorts smugly as he puts his blade down.
âDisarm him!â Lord Otto shouts, causing the Kingsguard to pull out their blades and surround him.
âNo need,â Daemon says as he cleans his sword with his cloak, and then returns to where he was.
âCall the maesters!â Alicentâs shout breaks you from your shock and snaps your eyes away from the bleeding body to watch her run to your grandfather groaning on his Iron Throne.
âFather?â Your mother calls out and slips away from you to head to him. However, she doesnât make it far since Alicent is already helping him.
âPlease, my love,â you hear her tell your grandfather as she helps him off his chair. âYou must take something for the pain.â
âI will not cloud my mind,â he argues as he holds onto her. âI must put things right.â
The maester and one of his Kingsguard takes him from the Queen and helps him out of the Throne room, bringing it all to a bitter end once and for all, and letting people in that are going to come pick up the body, while you step away from your spot and face your family.
âI will see you all for supper,â you tell them with a soft smile.
Your mother nods in comprehension, and thatâs all you need as a response to part ways with a gentle goodbye kiss on her cheek before you turn to walk towards Aemond, already waiting for you in the center.
When you get close he reaches his hand out for yours and you gladly take it. And unbeknownst to you, when you're heading out, he glances back at your family, and they watch his gaze linger for a moment with a sly smirk as if taunting them, or showing off how much you love him before he presses a kiss on your head and rolls his head ahead.
ââ
*LATER*
âA gift from the Queen,â you repeat what your handmaiden Vanessa said before she unveiled a gown slathered in green and hints of gold.
Sure itâs a beautiful gown, the shoulders are covered by gold metal dragon scales, and the front is very impressive; it has a long and elegant gold embroidered cut down the middle which is quite to your likingâyou hate feeling restricted in a gown, but itâs green. She wants you to make a statement at supper in front of your mother and Aemond. You know it.
But you donât want to pick sides. Itâs stupid and there is no need for such a thing. So you donât wear the green gown, nor do you choose a black one.
âPut it away,â you tell Vanessa, âI can wear it another day, but do send the Queen a thank you card. Pull out the lilac one instead, the oneâŠwith the pleated skirt and silk dragon scales over the breasts. I like the diamond cut it has over the belly and the sides â
Vanessa smiles and nods. âThat one is my favorite too. I much prefer the gold embroidered dragon scales on it though.â
You giggle and give your attention back to the letters you had saved from Cregan. You cherish his soft-spoken words and the way he writes. When you miss him you enjoy rereading what he wrote as if it was a story. But youâŠcanât have him as a temptation anymore, you love him, he was your first love, but you have to let him go for Aerion and Aemond.
Even if it hurts you have to let him go. Youâll miss him for a long time, maybe forever, but itâs for the best. Thus before Aemond can walk in, you approach the fireplace with the letters in your hand and crouch in front of the tall flames. You push the letters forward but hesitate before the flames can touch the parchment.
You canâtâŠ
Your bottom lip begins to tremble, and a lump begins to form in your throat.
You canâtâbut you have to. You have to. He has to be a memory. So after a deep breath, you close your eyes and throw the letters in the fire. When you feel nothing weighing your hands down, when you hear the fire crackle you slowly open your eyes and let tears escape past your eyes.
Cregan has to be a memoryâŠ
You watch the letters burn away, you watch the flames dance, feel the heat warm your face, but it never burns.
In fact, while you watch the flames eat away the parchment they seem to induce you, you feel suddenly captivated by the bright burning flames instead of cautious. For a moment it feels like thereâs nothing else around you but fire.
You mindlessly begin to move your hand to reach out for the flames, even if in the back of your mind youâre telling yourself to stop, that it can burn, but you keep inching your hand closer and closer.
There comes a point where your fingers are embraced by the flames. Yet you don't break you from your stupor, now youâre completely fascinated, hoping that seeing your hands be unscathed by the fire isnât some crazy dream. You move your hand deeper and smile as the fire keeps embracing your flesh, but then approaching from the hall are familiar footsteps, so you pull your hand away and quickly stand up.
A knock then raps on the door before it opens and Aemond walks in.
âYouâre not dressed yet,â he points out.
You look away from the flames and meet his gaze. âI'm going to take a bath,â you tell him and walk to the bathtub but make sure to peer back to face him with a smirk. âJoin me? Supper isnât until, about, two hours?â
âOne,â he corrects you.
You shrug him off and watch Vanessa walk out of your closet with your dress.
âDo you like the dress I picked out?â You ask him to pass the time while you wait for Vanessa to walk out before you can help him undress.
Aemond gives it a long look before meeting your gaze and nodding. âI like when you wear purple. Itâs always been your favorite color.â
You grin brighter and nod. âIt has because well, I heard that since lilacs bloom in the spring, the color lilac represents first love,â you speak out softly as you twist slowly on your heels to walk to him.
Aemond swallows thickly as he holds your gaze the entire time.
âAnd blue, sapphire blue, and red make purple,â you laugh and begin to fiddle with his buckles when you close the gap between the two of you.
Aemond hums and only looks away because Vanessa walks out of the room. When you can no longer hear her out in the hall he gives you all his attention and lets you take his eyepatch off.
âThere it is,â you whisper as you place the eyepatch down before you then take no time to help him undress.
Aemond also steps in and slips your robe off, making you feel your body begin to burn with desire.
Once youâre both done you smack your lips together and begin to devour each other, as if itâs the first time. He pushes you back before he slides his hands to the back of your knees and helps you wrap them around his waist.
Aemond knows you have a task to do, so he sits you on the edge of the tub without letting your lips go and continues to move in sync with you until youâre the one who teases him and pulls back to dip the warm water.
Aemond scoffs in protest as he licks his swollen lips, but you just snicker and motion him over with your finger.
He challenges you as if protesting against what you did, but he canât resist your charms so he ends up climbing in the water, and chooses to sink between your legs.
âYou know,â you interject as you pull off the leather tie around his hair to let half of his hair fall over his shoulders. âI donât even feel like going to supper.â
Aemond begins to caress your knee and probes. âWhy not?â
You grab the bowl from the small table and duck it in the water to scoop some up. âBecause of Daemon. Because he will be there lurking like a creep.â
Aemond hums, so you proceed to dump the water on his hair and continue to talk. âActing like nothing happened. Like the world is his.â You scoff.
âYou had breakfast with him,â Aemond points out.
You roll your eyes and shake your head whilst you begin to gently massage Aemondâs hair with what you have in hand to clean it and make it silky and soft just the way he likes it. âYes out of courtesy. I wanted to spend time with my mother, siblings, and cousins, I canât just be like âhey you canât join us for breakfast.â Heâs my mother's husband, and my little brother's father. My,â you pause and stick your tongue out and groan. âI canât even say itâRegardless, I had to and wellâŠhe is nice to my mother, which counts for something. I justâŠâ you trail off and exhale deeply.
âYou miss your father,â Aemond whispers.
You brush your fingers down Aemondâs long hair and nod slowly. âI do, I miss my father. I know my mother wasnât truly happy with him, I want her to be happy, butâŠâ you pause and splash more water on Aemondâs hair. Once the stuff is all out he looks back to meet your watery gaze.
âWhat?â He presses you.
âI wish I knew what happened,â you mutter in a shaky voice. âI know Daemon had a part in it. Am I mad for thinking that?â
Aemond turns around completely and cups the side of your face. âNo.â He shakes his head. âNo. I would want to know too, especially because your father passed away soon after Daemon's wife died.â
You sigh in relief after hearing him express what you had been thinking too. All this time youâve been spinning all these thoughts in your mind about the matter like a spider spins its web, trying to connect dots, and driving yourself mad in the meanwhile. You expressed that same theory to Cregan, but he shut you down and said that the story of Ser Qarl matched and that you were only going to make things worse by thinking too much about it. So itâs relieving having someone understand.
âHe was so quick to kill Vaemond today,â you share. âI wouldn't put it past him to haveâŠgotten rid of my father too.â
Aemond nods, and you canât help but smile softly in relief. âSo no, Iâm not mad?â You double-check.
Aemond shakes his head. âNo, my sweet love. No, I believe you. Whatever you plan to do, I will be by your side.â
You don't actually think of exposing Daemon to the masses, maybe just to your brothers to have them team up against him too. Youâd even tell your mother too, but thatâs about it. You just want the satisfaction of knowing the truth.
âI love you,â you tell him before you wrap your arms around his neck. âThank youâŠfor not thinking Iâm mad. I appreciate it.â
Aemond returns your embrace and presses a kiss on your head before he turns you around so you can be lying against him in between his legs.
âI love you,â he says in your ear, letting you grab his hand and press a kiss on his knuckles.
âNow,â you whisper after a moment of silence. âTell me about your day.â
Aemond exhales deeply and helps you scrub your body with the lilac and honey-scented oils he likes smelling on your skin so much.
âWell,â he whispers. âNothing much today. I caught up on a book I havenât finished.â
You hum, but donât actually leave it at that, you know him and his struggle with Lucerys. Youâre not stupid, he may not tell you, and he may hide it well, but you know seeing your brother makes him mad. You canât hold that against Aemond. Itâs normal. He lost his eye after all. The only thing you wonât do is pick sides. Youâll understand both sides but never side with one over the other.
âLook,â you interject and peer over at him. âI doubt Lucerys will stay long. Youâll only have to tolerate him a bit longer. Okay?â
Aemond blinks in disbelief and doesnât add anything. Heâs just actually shocked you knew his struggle without having to actually hear him say it, and that you donât judge his anger because you love your brother Lucerys.
âWe only have to get through supper;â you assure him. âAfter that, we can go stay at the summer house if they stay longer,â you suggest. âWe go on dragonback since Aerion enjoys flying, we can picnic by the waterfalls at sunset, and present Aerion to some horses. We can enjoy our nights stargazing in the grass fields.â You smile sweetly and look back at him. âHow does that sound? Just you, Aerion, and me. And of course our dragons, hm?â
âWhat of you?â He says, making your smile falter. âDonât you want to spend time with your brothers? Your mother?â
You nod. âYes,â you agree softly. âBut Aerion and I can accompany them back to Dragonstone when they leave. Stay there for a few days and come back home. How does that sound?â
âAll right,â he agrees. âItâs not like youâre asking for permission.â
You laugh softly and shake your head. âNo.â
You then look ahead again and watch the fire as you lean your head back against Aemondâs chest. âAs of now,â you sigh, âwe just survive through supper. You tolerate Lucerys, and I tolerate DaemonâŠit shall be fun.â
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A/N- Itâs cute that you donât think the white worm is actually controlling you. Sweet summer child. So much to learn! If only there was a manipulative and cool witch coming soon to teach you her ways!
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ITS UP YâALL SORRY FOR THE DELAY I CANT SELECT ALL ON MOBILE SO I HAD TO DO IT ALL ON A COMPUTER, ANYWAY ITS UP!!
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Chapter 1 Golden girl
Chapter 1 of Moonlight
A/N- The parallels between young Rhaenyra and y/n!! The parallels between young Rhaenyra and y/n!! Anyway, I really hope you guys like this new series. I'm really excited to share it with all of you!
Warning- Swearing, Aegon, FLUFF, LONG CHAPTER.
Pairing- Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon-Targaryen!fem-reader, Cregan Stark x Velaryon-Targaryen!fem-reader
Episode- 1x06
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A lot of stuff is often restricted to you, like training with swords, sparring, strolling too far alone, and flying far and wide on dragonback. Youâre often told what you canât do and what you can do. Youâre told how to behave. And the pressure is never as hard on the boys as it is on you. Thatâs why you find simple pleasures, and oftentimes theyâre secretâŠat least until your mother figures it out.
Like now, for example, youâre told you canât swim in the ocean without supervision, but youâre old, and youâre a stronger swimmer. You have confidence in yourself so you dive in the gleaming blue waters and swim blissfully.
You donât swim too far down, but you swim deep enough to watch in awe as a school of fishes find themselves swimming around you.
You smile at the crabs that crawl away into hiding, you find comfort in the ocean waters embrace, and find yourself tempted when you spot a small spiked shell on the ocean floor.
You donât know if you should keep your dragon worried and swim down to collect it or swim up to finally leaveâŠ
Hm.
Well your grandfather does like to keep what you collect, and you donât find the necessity to catch your breath yet, so with some strong kicks, you swim down and snatch the shell.
After you secured it you finally decide to swim up to the surface, noticing your dragon halfway in the water as she anticipated your arrival.
âRelax,â you reassure her as you show off the shell. âI wasnât gone long.â
You admire the shell now that youâre standing on firm sand and canât help but smile as you admire all the delicate designs.
So intricate and amazing. How can something so small be made?
Your grandfather will be pleased.
âCome on,â you tell your dragon watching you carefully. âLetâs go to mother.â
First, though you dry yourself and shimmy on your dress you had taken off so it wouldnât get wet. Your hair willâwell itâll dry enough when youâre in the air, so you leave it and quickly climb on your dragon, finding more peace in the calm sky on the back of your beautiful soulmate.
Itâs really just perfect, thatâs how youâd describe this moment, soaring the white fluffy clouds hundreds of feet off the ground. The chilly breeze sweeping past you with all its might, and the bright shining sun kissing your skin with its warm rays of light.
If you had the choice to just fly all your life without consequence itâs something youâd take it. No royal duties, no man to marry, just your dragon; Astraea, and you flying around the world. Thatâd be truly perfect.
Alas, much to your misfortune you have to get your head out of the clouds and descend back down to the ground. You have to hop off your dragons back and face life, and responsibilities.
âPrincess,â one of your handmaidens interjects at the exact moment your feet hit the ground. âYour mother has given birth.â
You immediately grin with glee and donât fret to approach the handmaiden whilst you take off your glove from the top of the fingertips with your teeth. âWhat is it?â You ask in a muffled voice.
âA boy,â the Handmaiden shares.
Another brotherâŠtsk.
Well, heâs here now so thereâs no use being upset by not having a sister. Yet again.
âWhat excellent news,â you rejoice, and peer back at your dragon with a soft smile
Astraea looks back at the same time so you meet her gaze and canât help but only grin wider as you catch how the sunlight bounces off her purple scales.
Yet the joy is short-lived because you then hear your name uttered by an annoying individual. âSweetling,â he purrs.
You sigh and roll your eyes to look at the boy, catching your uncle Aegon approaching the dragonpit with a stupid grin on his face.
âI hope your flight was a pleasant one,â he says as he keeps approaching you.
You feign a smile and nod. âIt was,â you deadpan and quickly escape to your carriage thatâs going to take you home. But first, you greet your other uncle. âHello, Aemond.â
Unlike Aegon, Aemond isnât much older than you, he just beats you by a year. And! He, unlike Aegon, is much nicer and respectful, making him your favorite.
âHello,â Aemond greets you back with a shy wave.
You shoot him a genuine smile and then stop in your tracks to add, âyou know, Astraea is almost big enough to saddle two. Perhaps when she is at the right size and you have yet to find a dragon, you can ride with me.â
Aegon scoffs beside his younger brother, but Aemond straightens up and lets his gaze linger before he sighs and responds. âWeâll see.â
You grin and nod. âWe will. Now excuse me, I have to see my mother.â You take your first step up to your carriage, but Aegon takes his chance to cut in again.
âPerhaps later we can take a stroll around the gardens? Find ourselves down by theââ
âNo Aegon,â you cut him off without shame and donât even bother to look at him, you just walk into your carriage and slam the door shut.
Thereafter the carriage is ridden through the grande city that is your home, past buildings getting constructed, past workers, and people wandering the dirt streets. You pass visitors strolling through the streets, you pass by different shops that contain some of the same things or completely different things. You pass families that make you wonder what it would be like if you were like one of them, a civilian worried just about living, someone who does not need to question why it is that your younger brother Jacaerys gets to be your mother's heir and not you, her eldest child.
Is it really because youâre a woman? She is one too and she still is going to ascend the throne after your grandfather.
Your father says itâs because your mother doesnât want to burden you with what sheâs forced to now carry. But you donât really believe it, who knows the truth as to why she didnât choose you.
Because youâre simply not her favorite? Because you donât look like your brothers? Because you donât have brown hair like them, or white skin like theirs because yours more so matches your father's? Because your hair is white like his? And hers?
Why is what you ask yourself all the time.
SometimesâŠyou wish you wouldâve been born a bastard, maybe then you would have inherited the throne.
Regardless, you never ask her, nor will you ever do so.
You never let her see your affliction either, you push it back, always. Like now for example, before you go see her you change out of your riding clothes and wear a lilac-colored gown; with that new change, pushing all your concerns away and putting on a smile that she likes to see on you before knocking on her door.
âCome in,â you hear her voice welcome you in.
You open the door and slowly poke your head inside, catching Ser Harwin inside handing the little newborn babe to your mother.
âAh, my sweet,â your mother greets and immediately finds the difference in your hair. Yet she doesnât comment on anything yet. She lets you beam at her and make a beeline toward her now holding the babe on the couch.
âPrincess,â you hear Ser Harwin greet from behind you.
You pull your eyes away from the sleeping baby and throw him a mindless greeting. âHello, Ser Harwin.â You then quickly focus back on your brother and greet him softly. âHello, you.â
Your mother smiles softly and then looks up at you. âMy sweet, meet your brother, Joffrey.â
What an unusual name for him, but he does look like a Joffrey, so you donât question it.
âYou wish to hold him?â She asks you.
You meet her gaze and nod before you reach over so she wonât strain herself, and carefully cradle him in your arms. âHi,â you greet him again, this time in a softer voice. âIâm your sister.â You giggle softly and look over at your mother. âHeâs so adorable and so small.â
âYes,â she agrees. âSmallest one out of your brothers, and you.â
You hum and shift around slowly, but keep your eyes on him, noticing the small brown hairs on his head. You then steal a glance up at the bulky knight watching you sway the babe and take note that Joffrey also inherited his featuresâŠmaking it another secret to keep.
âIâll be taking my leave now,â Ser Harwin interjects.
You keep quiet and hear your mother simply hum in response before he walks out of the room, leaving your mother, Joffrey, and you alone.
âDo you need anything mother?â You ask her and meet her gaze. âMore water? Food? A pillow?â
Your mother shakes her head. âNo, Iâm quite content right now. Thank you.â
You take this time now to slowly sit down beside her and make sure to keep swaying the babe so he won't wake.
âYou stink of dragon, and salt,â your mother points out. âI thought I told you that you couldnât go swimming so far. No one can see you from so far.â
You pass her an assuring look and rebuttal. âAstraea is watching me.â
Your mother sighs deeply and shakes her head. âShe may not be able to do anything if you drown in deep waters. I wonât be able to do anything if you drown so far away. The currents are strong.â
You bat your lashes so you can get your way. âBut grandfather says some of the oldest things lie in the ocean. I just want to see.â You smile at her innocently. And since your mother doesn't have the energy to keep arguing she points out something else.
âI assume you were out flying as well?â
âYes, but I finished my teachings early so I had time,â you immediately explain to her.
Your mother hums. âWell I hope so, the Septa always likes to complain that you never pay attention.â
You roll your eyes and meet hers. âWell maybe if she didnât talk so slowly then Iâd actually enjoy what she has to teach,â you counter, making your mother laugh.
âYes, her voice is quite irritating, but I just want you to pay attention to your teachings, okay?â She says.
You let out a soft sigh and nod in agreement. âIâll try, but if Astraea needs me I simply cannot refuse her.â You look back at your sleeping baby brother and feel your smile soften. âI cannot wait to have a babe of my own.â
âReally?â Your mother questions. âWhen I was your age all I wanted to do was fly, be with my friends, and dream. I hated the thought of having children.â
You smile as your interest piques and can't help but meet your mother's soft gaze. âReally?â You probe excitedly.
Your mother nods. âYes, but that all changed when I found out I was having you,â she adds and gently nudges your arm.
You mirror her smile and turn to hand her back the babe so you can be on your feet once more. âWell, I do still want to fly around the world. That would be great,â you tell her and walk around her to stop behind her. âDiscover new places. See new waters. Different people.â You draw out a soft breath and pick up her long silver-gold hair to begin braiding it in the way Queen Visenya would wear hers.
âThat sounds nice,â your mother goes along with your silly dream. âPerhaps youâll be like Princess Nymeria.â
The corner of your lips pull to a smirk.
âYet,â your mother adds on. âHow can you voyage the world without finishing any of your teachings? A sailor needs knowledge to read maps for example.â
You roll your eyes and feign a laugh. âOh haha. Well, I can be like a pirate, or I could travel with my father and have him do all the work.â
Your mother chuckles and nods in agreement. âI bet he would like the idea of being out at sea.â
You hum softly, and then pause after you knit a strand of her hair with the other as you fall serious. âBut really, what will I do? I meanâŠwhat will be of my life? Queen Alicent says Iâm almost at the right age to be married off. Will I have to leave you and be matched to some pampered Lord who just locks me away?â
A deep breath escapes your mother as if ready with a response, but she remains quiet for a moment before she pats the empty space you had sat on before.
You, of course, donât hesitate and let her hair fall on her back before you take the seat beside her once again.
âI know what it is to want to just hop on your dragon and fly off,â she begins to say whilst she shifts in her seat to try and be closer to you. âI understand what you feel. Itâs normal to feel so, but Iâll tell you now something your grandmother Aemma told me when I was young.â She manages to cup your cheek, causing you to draw out a soft breath. âWe have royal wombs you and I, my sweet, it is how we serve the realm.â She then presses her forehead against yours, making you smile softly and find comfort in her gesture.
âBesides, you are my daughter,â she adds with a growing smug smile. âYou descend from the greatest line, you are the granddaughter of one of the greatest voyagers. I assure you that you wonât sit and do nothing, I promise.â
You mirror her smug smile and with all the trust in the world, you nod in comprehension.
âAnd,â she continues. âWith luck, you wonât be sent far at all.â
You pull back and look at her with a pointed glare. âI donât want to marry Aegon. Iâd rather be sent to the wall than be married to him.â
Your mother chuckles and shakes her head. âGods no,â she assures you, letting you let out a relieved sigh and lay your head on her shoulder.
âSomeone else,â she gives your heart comfort. âIâll find a match who deserves you, donât worry,â she whispers and lays her head on yours. âIâll take care of you. Iâll make sure you have a good life.â
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*LATER*
Most nights, when rain doesnât fall from the sky, when the clouds donât cover the stars you like to sneak out of bed and climb up castle towers to watch the stars with the desire for more.
You like to feel the wind and pretend youâre far away, somewhere lost in the sky, or somewhere in the ocean. You like to breathe in the fresh air that hits the towers and watch those few people below walk the streets or just the simple castle grounds. There are some nights when Aemond joins you, not a lot, but it is always him and no one else.
And it seems that tonight is one of those nights.
âAemond,â you call with glee.
Said boy carefully and quietly climbs up the roof to sit beside you.
âI didnât think youâd make it tonight,â you point out.
Aemond shrugs softly. âI couldn't find sleep. I knew youâd be here so I thought I could at least pass time.â
You smile softly and nod in comprehension before you glance at the sky again. You sit in silence and find comfort in it, he's always someone that you can find comfort in. Without Baela and Rhaena here he's your only best friend, someone you can confide in since itâs different with your brothers since they are youngâmaybe once theyâre older you can behave like friends too and not just like the squabbling siblings you are.
âDo you think,â you begin to ask him out of fear even after your mother's attempt at comfort. âIâll be sent away?â
Aemond pulls his gaze away from the sky and looks at you whilst you keep your eyes on the stars.
âWhat do you mean?â He asks.
You sigh and blink to look down. âI meanâŠIâm almost at the age to get married. Since I wonât inherit the throne or Driftmark, Iâll probably be married off to someone far from here.â
Aemond nods and follows your line of gaze. Heâs unable to find something to say for a moment, but it then occurs to him. âWe could get married. That way youâd stay here.â
You drift your eyes to him and muster a small soft smile. âWe could,â you whisper in relief and feel your smile widen at the thought, but it soon begins to fade as doubt once again overtakes you. âBut if we donât would you run away with me?â
Aemond hesitates and then shrugs. âI donât know,â he says honestly. âWe have our duties here.â
Your smile completely disappears at his answer, and your gaze drops to your fiddling fingers. âIâd run away with you if you asked,â you mutter and rest your elbows on your knees to rest your chin on your palms. âWe could ride Astraea and fly far away.â
âBe what?â Aemond queries.
You shrug. âWhoever we want,â you throw out as if it wasn't obvious. âPirates. Rich lords. Dragon riders that discover new lands.â
Aemond scoffs. âI donât have a dragon.â
You look over at him and nudge his arm. âYouâll have one. I know it. There are still many that are unclaimed, my mother says they rest at Dragonstone.â
Aemond meets your gaze and his lips tug to a smile. âIf I asked you to fly me there would you?â
You smirk and nod. âOf course!â You sit up to stand on your feet. âWhoâd be laughing then, huh?â You try to comfort his own insecurities. âAegon. Thatâs who.â
You twirl around and then reach the top of the roof to begin balancing on it as you slowly walk on it. âThereâs Sheepstealer, Greyghost, Silverwing, Vermithor, and the scariest of them all, Cannibal!â You exclaim and jump around, causing Aemond to reach his hands out in case you fell.
âStop that,â he snaps at you while he follows behind you. âYouâll fall.â
You chuckle and turn around again to keep balancing on the top of the roof. âWho would you pick?â You ask.
Aemond hums for a second before he answers with slight excitement. âVermithor, beside Vhagar, Vermithor is one the largest.â
You peer back and shoot him a smile. âNice. Iâd still win you in a race though.â
Aemond smirks. âVermithor is larger, he has more experience as well.â He says smugly.
âBut Astraea is smaller, not so heavy,â you quickly rebuttal. âSo her weight wouldnât slow her down.â
Aemond playfully rolls his eyes. âI guess weâll see,â he plays along and then pushes you forward very gently, causing you to stop in your tracks to turn and try to push him, but he steps back with a laugh.
You giggle in response and try to move ahead, but at that moment you catch a glimpse of your father Laenor standing on a balcony below all alone.
âWhat is it?â Aemond asks as he notices your smile fall.
You lean your head forward to get a better view, catching your father reading a letter. âItâs my father,â you whisper.
Aemond carefully falls beside you and looks out as well to see what youâre seeing.
âCome on,â you urge Aemond and grab his hand to lead him back inside through the window you had climbed out of.
When you're in the safety of the hall you come to a stop and hold your breaths to listen for approaching servants or guards. When you hear no footsteps, or metal clinking against each other you breathe out, and then lead Aemond down the stairs. He makes sure not to let go so he wonât fall behind, or so he can quickly stop you if he hears someone approaching.
Itâs only until you approach the door that leads out to the balcony your father is on that Aemond pulls his hand out of your grasp, causing you to turn and face him with a puzzled look.
âGo,â he encourages you. âIâll go back to my chambers.â
Your eyebrows slowly furrow. âAre you sure? You could join us.â You let him know kindly.
Aemond shakes his head. âItâs okay, heâs your father.â
âMy father wonât get us in trouble for being awake so late,â you try to assure him.
But Aemond remains insistent. âItâs quite alright. Iâll see you on the morrow.â
You donât try and fight him anymore and nod in agreement.
âGoodnight,â he says softly, matching a small soft smile with his words.
You shoot him a sweet smile in return. âGoodnight, Aemond.â You then turn and join your father out on the balcony.
Albeit he doesnât turn when he hears the door close, so you call out to him softly. âFather?â
Said man lifts his head and peers back. When he realizes itâs you he blinks in slight shock whilst a smile tugs on his lips. âWhat are you doing here? It's late.â
You make your way to him and shrug. âI couldnât sleep. And IâŠsaw you down here alone so I wanted to keep you company.â
Rather than countering with disapproval, your father begins to smile. âYou were on the roofs werenât you?â He knows you too well.
Still, you act shocked and clueless, but he sees through you.
âYou gave it away when you said âdown hereâ, and youâre fiddling with your fingers.â
You look down and catch your involuntary act and stop right away whilst you stop beside him against the railing.
âI hope you remember what your mother says about being up there,â your father continues with a more strict tone.
âWell,â you quip innocently. âShe wonât know if she doesnât find out.â
Your father scoffs in amusement as his smile widens. âAlright. As long as you're careful though. Okay?â
You rest your hands on the stone railing and nod. âAlways,â you assure him.
He hums and then looks ahead, causing his smile to fall and your curiosity to heighten. âAre you okay, father?â
Said man blinks in disbelief at your question. Youâve worried about him before, you, perhaps more than the other children. And that can be because youâre older and understand more, or because you are his only legitimate child. Whatever the reason, you were the closest to him out of the other two kids.
âI just miss my sister,â your father admits.
You hum softly and look up to the starry sky. âI know,â you begin to add softly. âPerhaps itâs not the same, but I miss my cousins Baela and Rhaena too. And when I do, I find comfort in gazing at the sky. I watch the stars and the moon and know that even if theyâre far away, weâre still close in some way because regardless of distance, we all look up at the same sky, we all live under the same stars.â
You flicker your eyes to your father and catch a gleam in his eyes while a tender smile paints his face.
âThatâs good,â he says softly and reaches over to pat your shoulder. âIâve never thought of it that way.â
You mirror his smile and look up at the sky. He follows your line of gaze and smiles wider.
âThank you,â he whispers to the stars.
You look over at him and offer him a sweet grin. âOf course. Now,â you roll out and lean back as you grip onto the railing. âSerious question.â
Your father scoffs softly and probes. âOkay. Share.â
âIf I asked you to take me voyaging, would you?â You ask, and turn on your heels to face him excitedly.
âVoyaging?â He questions.
You nod eagerly. âYes!â You exclaim. âVoyaging. You could teach me how to sail. Iâve asked my grandfather Corlys, but he says I should instead learn how to sew correctly.â You huff.
Your father chuckles softly. âYou are terrible.â
You pout. âWell there are better things to do,â you grumble and roll your eyes. âBesides, the Septa is such a prudeâAnwayâŠwe wouldn't even have to go far, just maybe across the narrow sea?â You bat your lashes so you can try and pursue him more effectively.
âWell,â your father sighs. âI donât know how your mother would feel about that, but I can tell you one thing, I can teach you how to sail.â
Your eyes widen with joy. âReally?!â You lean forward and grab his arm. âYou really mean it father?â
His smirk turns slightly smug and he nods. âI could.â
You squeal and turn to hook your arm around his. âAnd then youâd teach me how to wield a sword?â
Your father begins to walk you back inside whilst he answers. âDepends how well you master sailing.â
âAlright,â you nod. ïżœïżœïżœAlright, I can accept that.â
âCan you accept going to bed?â Your father rebuttals with a joke. âThe hour is late.â
âHm, I suppose I could. So when will our first lesson be?â You press.
Your father meets your gaze and matches your smirk. âIâll let you know.â
You smile and nod with contentment.
ââ
*THE NEXT DAY*
Soft thrashes echo around the courtyard as your brothers Lucerys and Jacaerys, and uncles Aegon and Aemond train against straw men.
You arenât really allowed to be watching them, the Septa says that itâs a waste of time, âyouâre a Princess.â she says.
Pft, itâs boring going to lessons, besides, you learn far more by watching the boys swing their swords. You like to memorize them and then mirror those same actions at night when you can practice with a wooden sword you stole.
âSoften your knees,â you hear Ser Criston tell Aemond. âFeet light. Keep your feet light and your hands heavy.â
You drop your eyes to Aemondâs feet and proceed to shift your own feet to mirror his stance. He then moves on so you look over at Aegon and watch him swing his sword, but he gets distracted by passing servants so you roll your eyes and focus on Jace.
However, you then get interrupted. âPrincess, how are lessons today?â
You jump, and when you peer back you see the friendly face of Ser Harwin walking past you.
Luckily it's not the Septa.
âI suppose well,â you sigh and shrug. âSer Criston as always picks favorites.â
The knight hums and stops to turn and face you hidden under the shadows. âAs always,â Ser Harwin agrees. âWhere are you meant to be really?â
You begin to smirk. âGoing to study High Valyrian, but I know it well, so I chose to take the long way there.â
Ser Harwin chuckles softly. âAlright, well keep your head low, you know how Ser Criston gets.â
You shoot him a happy smile and nod eagerly. The knight then walks away and joins the men in the courtyard, leaving you in your hiding spot like always. He never minds you secretly watching from the shadows, he's nice that way. Ser Criston on the other hand, âthis is no place for a lady. Go.â
Heâs such a prude too, heâs also an asshole to your brothers, and to Ser Harwin. Sometimes you wish to just stick a metal sword through his throat so he can shut up.
ââŠLetâs see if you can touch me,â you hear that same man say as you focus back on the courtyard. âYou and your brother.â
You snicker and lift your head up higher to get a better view as Aegon and Aemond begin to fight against Ser Criston. And yes even though heâs an asshole, heâs still an impressive swordsman, youâve learned a lot from watching him.
Itâs also funny seeing him beat Aegon and Aemond.
âAh,â Ser Harwin interjects. âWeapons up boys. Give your enemies no quarter.â
Ser Criston notices Ser Harwin, and leaves Aemond and Aegon defeated to slowly make his way to Ser Harwin.
âIt seems the younger boys could do better with a bit of your attentionâŠSer Criston.â
Right!
âYou question my method ofââ
âAh, young lady there you are!â
Seven Hells!
You jump away from your spot and spin around to face your Septa striding towards you with discontent and judgment.
âIâve just lost my way,â you lie and begin to head back inside before she can pull your ear. âI was heading to lessons.â
Her footsteps follow you and she quickly counters back immediately. âNo, youâll go to your mother, sheâll know about your wrongdoings.â
Thank the gods! She never punishes you like she tells the Septa she will.
âHello there sweet niece!â
Seven HellsâŠ
You narrow your gaze and frown with disgust before you look over your shoulder and shoot Aegon a scowl.
He chuckles like always because he thinks itâs some game.
As if.
âYoung lady,â the Septa begins to scold you as she quickens her pace to reach you. âHe is the prince and your uncle. That is rude, and not ladylike whatsoever. Turn around and greet him back.â
You draw in a deep and annoyed breath and stop in your tracks to turn around. Heâs already looking at you and so is Aemond. âGood Morrow, uncle Aegon,â you greet him with a monotone voice.
Aegon snickers and Aemond joins in this time. Youâd counter, but the Septa would only scold you again, so you pick up the side of your skirt to just turn on your heels and walk back inside.
Once you reach your mother's chambers youâre relieved to see her, but the Septa walks in and snitches.
âPrincess Rhaenyra, I found the Princess at the training yard once again, watching the boys train instead of attending her lessons. Something must be done about her wild behavior, it is not ladylike.â
Since you have your back turned to her you begin to smirk with pride.
âAh,â your mother answers, âIâm sorry, Septa. Iâll have a word with her immediately, thank you for bringing the issue to my attention.â
The Septa hums in agreement before she excuses herself and leaves, letting you swipe the book off the table to turn and walk over to your mother to give her a hello kiss on the cheek before you turn your attention to your one-day-old brother. âGood Morrow, Joffrey, itâs so nice to see you.â
âIf anyone asks, say IâŠâ your mother trails off as you sit by her and open the book. âI kept you from flying for a week.â
You giggle and nod as you turn the pages. âOkay.â
âHow are they doing?â She refers to your brothers.
âUh, Ser Criston as always ignores them, but Ser Harwin just joined them so they should finally begin to learn more,â you share. âHow are you feeling?â You ask and look at her with concern.
Your mother glances at your brother wide awake and staring at her before she gives you an answer. âIâm quite in pain today, the milk is quite uncomfortable.â
You frown since you canât do anything to help her. The only thing you can offer her are words and attempts at some kind of aid. âIâm sorry,â you mumble. âIs there anything I can do?â
Your mother meets your gaze and begins to smile softly. âNo.â She shakes her head. âIâm quite fine. The girls should be here soon.â
Regardless of what she said you put the book down and walk over to the small table by the door to pour some water for her.
âI was thinking,â your mother interjects. âHow would you like to accompany me when I attend the small council meetings? You could serve wine, as I did once.â
You meet her gaze with a slightly shocked look. âReally?â You ask as you walk back to her. âYou mean it?â
Your mother nods. âOf course. Theyâre quite dreadful sometimes, but you want to be more involved so that should help.â
Your smile widens as you turn giddy. âWell, I would really love that. I think itâs a swell idea. Thank you, mother.â
Your mother offers you a happy smile and watches you move a small table closer to her so itâs easier to grab the water while sheâs holding Joffrey.
âThank you, my sweet girl,â she thanks you and caresses your hand as you join her back on the couch. âNow, would you read to me? I wouldnât like you to fall behind on your Valyrian.â
This time without fuss you open the book back up and begin reading the words written on the pages. Thereâs a lot you know already, itâs just some pronunciation that you canât get right at times, but your mother does offer her support so it makes it easier.
Not so soon after albeit, the Wetnurse comes so she steals her attention away, and since the topic isnât as attention seeking to you, you keep reading.
That is until one of her handmaidens walks in looking quite distressed. âPrincess.â
You lower your book to your lap and listen intently.
âThereâs been an incident in the yard. Ser Harwin got in a fight with Ser Criston after an argument broke.â
You swallow thickly and quickly snap your eyes to your mother, noticing her smile had fallen and her gaze lost its happy gleam.
âOkay, thank you,â your mother directs at her handmaiden before she stands up and hands Joffrey to the Wet Nurse. âDo as I said.â
The Wetnurse leaves and your mother turns to face you. âYou can stay here if it pleases you, my sweet, Iâll be back,â she says.
Without questioning her antics you nod to assure her and choose to stay in her chambers as she leaves through a secret door she has in her room; one reason being you really didnât want to go to your room, and two, well you're curious to know what happened.
However, you might have an idea as to what led to that fight. Ser Criston probably provoked Ser Harwin with insinuations about your brothers. Thatâs the only reason why youâd think Ser Harwin would risk his position and hit a member of the Kingsguard.
But then again, Ser Criston deserves to get hit, heâs a dick. Yes hitting him probably only adds fire to the rumors about your brothers and Ser Harwin, but no one knows how insufferable Ser Criston is to your brothers, you, or your mother. He doesnât say anything, but he doesnât have to, his dirty looks, and his cold shoulder when he shows kindness to Aegon, Aemond, Helaena, and Queen Alicent is enough to let you know he doesnât like either of you.
Who knows why?
Regardless, your mother returns shortly after with an even more glum look painted on her face, meaning she overheard nothing good.
âTo ease the pain, Princess,â her handmaiden lets her know as she rinses the cloth.
Your mother remains quiet and lets the handmaiden help her, whilst she now breaks her silence to speak to you. âWhy donât you keep reading to me, yes? You were doing so good.â
âOkay.â You give in to do as she says without probing, even if youâre dying to know what she heard, and even as singing begins to echo out in the hall, getting louder and louder, and also recognizable as the people get closer.
The moment you know itâs your father and hisâŠParamour, singing, you pause and end up sharing a knowing glance with your mother before the doors open and your father stumbles in with Ser Qarl.
âMy dear wife,â your father greets with a chuckle. âMy beautiful daughter.â
You look over at the man and offer him a sweet smile, noticing that he in fact is drunk; you can tell by his happy smile and his unbuttoned coat.
âPrincess,â Ser Qarl greets your mother and then looks over at you. âPrincess.â
âHello, Ser Qarl,â you greet back, and then leave your book as you stand up since going off by the hardened look on your mother's face, what follows seems private and unpleasant.
âOhâŠI fell down,â your father interjects and then snickers.
Yeah, heâs incredibly drunk. Again.
âIâm going to check on my brothers,â you let your mother know before you press a kiss on her cheek.
âOkay,â she answers and returns a kiss to your cheek. You then walk over to the door and stop by your father.
âBye father,â you say with a smile regardless of his current state.
âOh youâre leaving,â he counters and grabs your arm. âWhy donât you stay?â He turns to face your mother and then looks at Ser Qarl. âYou should have heard what she told me last night. It was the sweetest thing.â
You grab his arm to gently slide your arm from his grasp. âIâm going to check on the boys, father, really,â you cut him off and go on your tiptoes to press a peck on his cheek. âGoodbye.â
âIâll see you later then, my darling,â he doesnât argueâor he just doesnât have the right mind right now to try. Which benefits you, heâs drunk, he gets quite annoying when heâs so drunk so itâs good he didnât insist.
Yet the curiosity in you does want you to stay back and listen to what your mother was going to tell himâbut no, you canât. Besides, she probably wouldâve told you to leave either wayâŠ.
That doesnât mean you canât just snoop.
No, you canât. Youâll know soon. You canât give in to temptation even if itâs killing you. You canât!
ââ
*SOMETIME LATER*
ââŠIt is Lord Blackwoodâs contention, therefore, that the Brackens moved the boundary stones in the dead of the night and put their horses to graze in his field.â
Okay, yes, the excitement of accompanying your mother to these small council meetings has quickly washed away. All they do is talk and talk over insignificant matters.
âWhy was this issue not brought before Lord Grover?â Queen Alicent asks. âHas he grown so feeble he cannot settle a quarrel over rocks?â
The Lords and others have stopped asking for wine halfway through this damned meeting, making for a dull wait.
âIâve heard a tale that Lord Groverâs son now rules Riverrun in all but name,â a Lord adds.
âWell, he is also a Tully and this remains a Tully problem,â Alicent says.
âI would agree,â your grandfather interjects, letting Lord Tyland now cut in.
âIf we may move on, my lordsââ
âAnd yet,â your mother cuts him off, continuing with the previous matter. âThe Brackens and the Blackwoods will use any excuse to spill each other's blood. So this dispute bears looking into. There will be countryfolk who know where the lines have been drawn for generations.â
âThat is easy enough,â the Lord Hand agrees, causing Queen Alicent to scoff quietly in disagreement.
âOf course.â She shakes her head and takes a sip of wine with that same bitchy attitude she always bestows your mother, you, and your siblings. She doesnât try to hide it either, making for yet someone else you dislike.
âSer Tyland,â the Hand returns to his matter.
âUh, we should address the latest developments in the Stepstones, my Lords.â
Your grandfather groans and comments with discontent. âWill we ever be shut of that blasted place?â
âIf you ask me, I think the Blackwoods have the upper hand,â Lord Beesbury randomly cuts in with a topic already dealt with.
âWeâve moved on to the Stepstones, Lord Beesbury,â the Maester informs the old lord, causing you to look over at your mother to meet her gaze and share an amused look you quickly hide.
âAnd the Triarchyâs new alliance with Dorne,â Ser Tyland adds and makes sure to say it loud enough so Lord Beesbury can hear, only making you drop your head to hide your stifled smile.
âI was hoping our negotiations with Sunspear might persuade them to see reason,â your grandfather adds before coughing into his cloth. âTo trust a Martell is to be disappointed.â
âAnd where, I wonder, is our Prince Daemon?â A lord asks. âOr I suppose I should call him King, as he styled himself when he won a battle thereâŠonce.â
You see the man smirk faintly as he fills with pride at his own comment only because the man he speaks of isnât here. Youâve heard of his, uh, rash behavior, so youâd like to hear the Lord dare say the same thing with your uncle here.
He wouldnât.
ââŠwe have left it undefended,â you focus back on the conversation as your mother speaks. âThere shouldâve been fortifications built, watchtowers, a fleet of ships, a garrison of soldiers sent to hold our ground.â
âWe cannot afford it,â Alicent counters. âOur coffers are great, but not infinite. We must consider the cost to our subjects.â
âI must agreeââ
âThe cost of war is greater,â your mother cuts Lord Beesbury off. âBut we have been lax and the old monster now lifts its head.â
You drift your gaze to Alicent to wait for what sheâd respond with, but a second of silence passes as she just glowers at your mother before she responds with ignorance. âLet us be finished.â
âYes,â your grandfather breathes out with exhaustion, letting the other lords get up.
Albeit your mother stays seated and continues the meeting as everyone is out of their seats. âWait. I wish to speak.â
You blink in confusion and focus on her as everyone except Alicent sits back down, and she continues.
âI have felt theâŠstrifeâŠâ your mother begins to say. âBetween our families of late, my Queen. And for any offense given by mine, I apologize. But we are one house. And long before that, we were friends.â
You glance at Alicent and see her expression has not softened whatsoever, she remains shooting glares and looking uninterested in what your mother has to say.
âMy son Jacaerys will inherit the Iron Throne after me,â your mother adds, making you look down at your hands clasped together and sigh softly withâŠuneasiness. âI propose we betroth him to your daughter, Helaena. And my only daughter will inherit Dragonstone when I ascend the ThroneâŠâ
You blink and look over at your mother at the mention of your name, feeling your face slowly release the tension you began to have on your jaw.
âI propose we betroth her to your son, Aemond.â She offers in hopes for peace.
And at the sound of this news, finally, your interest is piqued, and a soft smile breaks on your face. Not only that but your grandfather glances over at you to share the same happiness with his smile.
âAlly ourselves,â your mother tries to further pursue the Queen. âOnce and for all. Let them rule together.â
âA most judicious proposition,â your grandfather agrees with a smile.
Yet when you look over at Alicent, you donât see that same joy.
âAdditionally,â your mother goes on. âIf Syrax brings forth another clutch of eggs your son Aemond will have his choice of themâŠa symbol of our goodwill.â
Your smile widens as you feel glad for Aemond having more chances to bond with his own dragon.
âRhaenyra,â Alicent calls out with a serious tone.
You look over at Alicent and wait for what she has to say on the matter, but instead, she goes quiet and just watches your mother, causing you to follow her line of gaze and notice that your mother is leaking milk.
âOh,â your mother says as she covers her breasts. âSeven Hells.â
You glance around to check if you have anything you could give her so she can cover up and avoid the stares from the men, but you have nothing to hand her. And that only makes you feel bad for her.
âMy dear,â your grandfather interjects. âA dragon's egg is a handsome gift.â
âThe King and I thank you for your offer and we will consider it duly.â Alicent bounces on after her husband. âYou must rest now, husband.â She moves on to your grandfather's side, urging him to get up to finally end the meeting.
âYes,â he agrees and gets up. Before he turns to walk away he stops before you and caresses your chin with a sweet smile on his face. âHave a pleasant day, darling.â
You beam at him and gently grasp his hand. âAnd you grandfather.â
Before he leaves and takes his hand away, you quickly take the shell from your pocket that you collected not so long ago and pass it to him.
When he feels what heâs now holding he pulls his hand away and glances at the delicate shell and chuckles softly. âOh, why, what a wonderful surprise. Thank you.â He whispers excitedly and pats your shoulder before heâs whisked away, making the other lords scurry out after him, and ultimately leaving your mother and you to leave the room last.
âIâm sorry I didnât mention the proposal before my Sweet. Do you like it though?â She asks you as you walk with her to her chambers.
You turn your head to meet her gaze and nod, noticing she looks even more upset now than seconds ago. Her gaze also looks distant.
âYes, I do,â you assure her so she can know that she at least got someone to agree with her. âAemond and I are rather good friends. Heâs very nice to me.â
Your mother blinks and focuses on you to offer you a faint smile. âGood, that makes me happy. Youâll make a good pair.â
You glance ahead and feel even more giddy at the thought of telling him, and feel especially more happy at the idea that you wouldnât have to leave after all.
âDo you think the Queen will accept?â You canât help but ask. âGrandfather seems quite content with the proposals.â
Your mother shrugs. âI hope she does, but we'll see.â
You hope she does, you really hope so.
âMay I go tell him?â You blurt with a growing smile.
Your mother notices your joy and canât help but smile, albeit you do notice it is a bit strained as her attention wavers between you and her thoughts. âYes, go on, but remember itâs not official yet.â
You shoot her a beaming grin before you pick up your gowns skirt to run up the stairs and hurry to Aemondâs chambers where you know heâll be at this time of day. Once you finally reach his quarters you knock once and donât wait a second before you knock repeatedly until the moment the door opens and heâs there with an annoyed expression.
âI assumed it was you with that annoying knocking,â he remarks.
You beam at him and then grab his arm to pull him out of his chambers since you aren't allowed to be in his quarters alone. âGuess what?â You ask in a sing-song voice while you begin to walk down the hall.
Aemond sighs deeply. âYou know I hate playing this game with you.â
You roll your eyes and ignore his comment to share the news. âI was at the small council meeting and received glorious news.â
Aemond finally gets his interest piqued and looks at you with a curious stare, whilst you begin to only smile wider.
âMy mother proposed that we get married and rule Dragonstone,â you share giddily.
Aemondâs eyes slowly widen, and you notice he swallows thickly.
âIsnât that great?â You probe and grab his hand. âThat means I wouldnât have to leave and we wonât have to be apart.â
Aemondâs gaze lingers on yours for a moment without any reaction whatsoever. It was beginning to discourage you, but he slowly begins to smile; itâs a faint gesture, but he does smile and you take it as a good sign.
âYes,â he agrees softly. âThatâs good news. What did my mother say?â
Your smile falters at that question, but you keep trying to remain hopeful. âShe said sheâd think about it. I hope she agrees. I donât think I want to marry anyone else truthfully.â You look ahead and let his hand go to clasp yours.
âYes,â Aemond comments. âMe neither.â
A heat grows on your cheeks, and you feel so flustered that you almost canât talk, but you add softly. âAnyway, thatâs all the worthwhile news I had to share. I hope your mother agrees.â
âMe too,â Aemond agrees, heightening your excitement and causing it to last all day.
It's such a bubbling excitement that you could hardly sleep. That's all that invaded your mind, that proposal and the hope that theyâd accept so you wouldn't have to leave, and so you wouldnât marry anyone else but your best friend.
However, as that excitement shone over you, a dark cloud soon lurked. Besides the pain you know your mother feels, thereâs that dark stormy cloud that still looms over her, only now itâs far more unruly and out of control, causing your shining excitement to slowly dim.
Especially when she wouldn't let you leave as Ser Harwin came to her chambers to say his goodbyes before leaving for Harrenhal.
Your assumption was right, he did fight Ser Criston because of insinuations. And yes, it doesnât prove anything, they could pass it as just a snap of emotions on Ser Harwinâs part, but he's leaving regardless.
ââŠbe good to your mother and sister, lads,â you hear Ser Harwin tell both Lucerys and Jacaerys. âIâll visit when I can.â His leather creaks as he stands up. âBut that may be some time.â
Quick footsteps sound on the floor, causing you to look up from your book and catch Jacaerys approaching your mother.
âJace,â she mutters as she begins to caress the back of his head.
Ser Harwin then follows after your brother with that same soft look he always seemed to have around them, your mother, and even you.
âI will return,â the Knight tells your brother before he lifts his chin. âI promise.â
Your brother nods, letting Ser Harwin part away to approach your mother, but as he does, you look back at your book and pretend to read since you canât actually bring yourself to focus.
Silence follows for a moment before you hear a kiss and then sweet words that follow by the same man. âI will be a stranger when we meet again.â
More silence follows, causing you to slowly lift your eyes, noticing that Ser Harwin and your mother were just holding each other's gazes. It was a gleaming gaze from him, you canât read hers since her back is facing you, but you did know she cared for him, so you imagine it's as hurt as his.
But even still them looking at each other with so much tenderness and longing makes you wish for something as passionate as what they had. You want someone to look at you like how Ser Harwin looks at your mother, soft and lovingly.
âPrincess,â he bows his head softly before his eyes begin to drift past her shoulder to where you are, so you hastily pretend to be reading once more and let him approach you before you look up and act clueless.
âFarewell sweet Princess, weâll see each other again someday. But until then, may you let no one change who you are.â He offers you the same sweet smile he had given your brothers, so you can't help but offer him a kind smile as well before a response.
âFarewell Ser Harwin, may your journey home be pleasant.â
The knight offers you one last smile before he turns to collect his stuff to finally leave once and for all. Once he makes it outside though, Jacaerys runs after Ser Harwin but comes to a stop just past the chamber doors. Your mother follows and they both watch the Knight walk away.
âWe will exchange letters by raven,â your mother assures Jacaerys. âWonât that be fun?â
âWhy do I look different from my sister?â Jacaerys bluntly asks your mother, causing you to blink in disbelief and straighten up to keep listening. âIs Harwin Strong my father? Am I a bastard?â
Your mother looks back to check if Lucerys is listening, but he isnât; he's too distracted by his own thing.
âYou are a Targaryen,â your mother assures your brother. âSame as your sister. Thatâs all that matters.â
Jacaerys says nothing in return, he doesnât look content with her response, but it lets your mother press a kiss on his forehead before urging him back inside and following shortly after.
And now that is dealt with you close your book and get up to try and leave. âMay I take my leave, mother? I wanted to go out to the gardens with Helaena.â
Your mother's gaze snaps to you and she swallows thickly before she approaches you with an even darker cloud that begins to creep toward you now.
âI need to tell you something,â she says and grabs your shoulder before cupping your cheek. âWeâre going to be leaving.â
Just like that the cloud fully looms over you now, basking you in its darkness and gloom. âWhat?â You gasp in disbelief.
âMy sweet please,â she mutters quietly. âMake a good example for your brothers.â
You draw in a deep breath and only frown deeper.
âItâs for the best,â she tries to convince you without making too much of a fuss. âOur time here has come to an end.â
You shake your head. âBut what of the proposals? Aemond?â You argue.
âIf Alicent agrees then youâll come back when youâre older, okay?â She tries to assure you. âYou can always exchange letters.â
You let out a shaky sigh, and lose your gaze on the floor as you begin to bite the inside of your cheek. âAnd grandfather?â You ask.
Your mother lets out a soft sigh, itâs shaky, but she responds as best as she can. âWeâll send ravens. Weâll be better at Dragonstone.â
If this is going to happen, if you are going to leave here then thereâs only one thing that can assure you. âWill we leave together?â You ask and slowly meet her gaze. âAll of us? Even father?â
Your mother caresses your cheek and nods. âOf course. Weâre all going home.â
Home.
Itâs only home as long as your family is there with you. So as long as thatâs intact then itâs okay. Youâll be happy to go home.
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LOOKIE LOOKIE!!!
Chapter 3 Learn to join the dance
Chapter 3 of Moonlight
A/N- Are you guys enjoying it?
Warning- Swearing, ANGST, fluff!, LONG CHAPTER, talks of death.
Pairing- Cregan Stark x Velaryon!fem-reader, Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!fem-reader
Episode- Before 1x08
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âOh come on, damn thing.â
Footsteps approach, but theyâre quiet and cautious, and youâre too busy trying to climb a wall to pay attention to your surroundings. Itâs not until a voice cuts through the night breeze that youâre surprised by the unknown lurker.
âExcuse meâŠPrincess?â
Seven Hells.
You slowly drag your foot off the wall and slowly peer back, noticing that itâs the same young man from the gate when you were brought in.
He's far more handsome from up close thoughâŠ
âDo you require assistance?â He asks with his deep voice and a heavy northern accent.
âPerhaps,â you say cautiously, âcould you help climb over the wall?â
The man glances to the side and then blinks and looks at you. âWhat for?â He probes. âAre you leaving already?â
Someone's nosy.
âCan you help me or not?â You press in annoyance.
The man unclasps his hands from behind him and slowly begins to walk towards you, whilst the corner of his lips seems to be twitching as if he wants to smile.
Is he finding your agony and distress amusing?
âCould I know why it is that you wish to leave? You just got here.â
You let out an annoyed sigh and pull your hood off considering it didnât conceal you from onlookers. âNo,â you quip and see him stop just a foot away from you.
âLetâs see,â he drags on. âGive me a good reason why you wish to leave and I will help you climb over the wall or Iâll even help you past the gate.â He suggests with amusement, making you roll your eyes and shake your head softly.
âIâŠâ you pause as words begin to choke you up. Words you donât want to share. âI want to go home, my mother is getting married,â you put it simply without unraveling the emotional spiral behind those simple words.
The guy holds your gaze for a second, he clasps his hands in front of him and then looks around as if his next words are around the castle grounds.
Can he see right through you? Is that why heâs quiet?
âHome?â He quotes and meets your gaze, letting you see how his dark eyes gleam against the firelight in the distance. âIâm afraid thatâs not efficient.â
âNotââ You scoff in disbelief and turn around to shake your head and keep your cool.
Sure because finding out that Prince Daemon is now going to be your stepfather isnât efficient? It should be, itâs weird.
Nevertheless, you donât say that, you bite the inside of your cheek and look up at the sky. Albeit that turns out to be a mistake because itâs as if your father's face is painted within the stars.
âFine,â you grumble and grab onto a stone and lift your foot to step on another peeking out. âIâll do it myself.â
You climb only a step or two and then come sliding back down, making the guy snicker.
You snap your head back and pierce your glare into him. He catches the anger and annoyance and clears his throat and lifts his hands.
âI'm being serious princess, I will help if you tell me why it is you wish to leave this late.â He repeats his offer with a quick change in his expression that lets you know that he is being truthful.
But you donât want to just unveil yourself to a stranger that just came up to you. Yet there is something about this guy's dark eyes, something that tells you to trust him, that lets you trust him in this place you think is so forsaken.
Yet you canât utter the words.
âIâŠcouldnât go back home,â you blurt. âSheâthe Queen didn't let me turn back to go see him one last time, and now I never can because I was on my way here.â You exhale shakily and drop your head to hide your tears. âI donât want to be here,â you add much to your surprise. âI donât want to live far away from my mother and brothers, IâŠdonât want this royal burden on my shoulders, I donât want to live with the Queen either, I want to be with my fatherâŠbut I canât because heâs dead.â
Thatâs the first time youâre saying that out loud, accepting to yourself that your father is gone. Really, truly gone forever.
The letter from your mother said it was Ser Qarl, his secret paramour, she didnât say why, but you do know your father died burning. No one could recognize him, thatâs how bad it was. He died and you werenât there, the last time you saw him was on that stupid dock, now he's goneâŠand you couldnât be with him.
âI donât want to be a Princess,â you continue in a quivering voice. âI want to be free, not tied down. Thatâs why I want to leave. To get far away.â
The guy swallows thickly and blinks repeatedly before he parts his lips and very quietly shares sweet words. âIâm sorry.â
Besides your mother, he is the first person whoâs said that to you. And itâs not like people don't know, that kind of news gets shared, they just donât care. So hearing him say it makes your breath catch and your heart skip the gentlest beat.
âThank you,â you whisper.
The guy exhales softly and chooses to be sincere with you. âIf itâs any consolation, my father would tell me that being a ruler, high born, a lord, whatever it is, itâs not a burden, itâs a responsibility. If you treat it as such then youâll be good, if you donât then you fail. Do you wish to be a failure Princess Velaryon?â
You sniffle and shake your head. âNo,â you mutter.
The corner of his lips lift ever so slightly and he nods. âGood, now,â he breathes out and points his head back. âCome with me. Iâll show you how to look past that title you think of as a prison.â
You muster a smile and hesitate to follow. âWhy should I trust you? I donât know your name,â you remark.
The guy scoffs and flashes you a faint smile. âMy name is Cregan.â
Your smile falls and you stand up straight as you immediately recognize his name. âLord Stark,â you greet stiffly.
Cregan shakes his head. âIâm not a Lord yet,â he counters and pulls out his hand to offer it to you. âCome with me, Princess. Just because youâre a highborn lady doesnât mean that you have to be miserable.â
You pull your hand out and reach for his, but hesitate even though youâre tempted and inspired by his words.
He notices your hesitation right away and quickly remarks. âOr do you wish to be miserable and brood?â
No, that would be a nightmare.
âAll right,â you give in and place your hand on his, letting him walk you away from the wall and towards some dark corner of the castle. âShould I remind you that I have a dragon who can eat people?â You interject out of fear.
Cregan peers back and shows off a smirk. âShould I remind you to trust me?â
You hold his gaze for a moment until he turns to a door hidden behind moss, greenery, and leaves that leads outside the castle grounds and toward the woods.
âCan I ask how it is that you got that scar?â Cregan breaks the night's silence whilst he leads you towards the woods. âIt looks fresh.â
You grip tighter onto him as you enter the darkness and quickly defend Aemond, âIt was an accident,â you quickly defend Aemond. âI tried to stop a fight but I just got in the way and ended up getting hurt.â
He hums and nods.
âWhere are you taking me?â You return the subject to what matters as you see nothing but a void of darkness.
âWeâre not far,â he assures you. âCome. I promise it will be fun.â
âIs it hunting?â You just randomly share a thought that came to mind. âIâve always wanted to learn how to hunt with a bow and arrow, but my Septa says that itâs not ladylike.â You share and roll your eyes in annoyance.
Cregan peers back and slightly narrows his eyes before he snorts. âWhy would we go hunting at this time?â
You shrug. âI donât know, it was a thought.â
Cregan chuckles. âWell if you wish to hunt owls then we could.â
Your eyes widen. âReally?â You press with a growing smile.
Cregan meets your gaze and stifles his laugh as he shakes his head, causing you to groan and push him away. He laughs harder and points ahead. This time you catch a dancing light in the distance, and as you get closer you notice people hanging around a fire, you hear their laughter and conversation and it all begins to excite you as well as get you a bit nervous.
Every time youâve snuck out of bed at King's Landing, you could only go to the roofs, you never could be with anyone else besides Aemond, so this is a welcoming change, it seems more fun. However, itâs also because thereâs people that you don't know that you grow nervous too and come to a stop, making Cregan come to a stop as well. âAre you sure it's fine I come?â You make sure to ask.
Cregan doesnât hesitate to answer and nods. âYes, it is, trust me. Come, meet my friends.â
You carefully follow behind him so they donât notice you right away, but the further you walk out the more noticeable you get until thereâs no shadows or any part of the shield guiding you that hides you. The firelight shines on you, your unique silver-white hair, your gown made from the finest lilac and deep blue colored silks and all smiles fall as all the bodies grow stiff and uncomfortable as it takes no time to recognize you.
âIâm sorry to intrude,â you immediately interject nervously and avert your gaze to announce your name and title, but end up trailing off to a pause.
âSheâs with me,â Cregan fills your silence. âLetâs show her a good time, yes? Sheâs one of us now.â
Seven hells you hate feeling this way. Itâs so stupid!
âCome,â Cregan motions you to him where he proceeds to introduce you to his friends who happen to all be just men around his age and yours. Which isnât horrible, they remind you of your brothers, of Aemond, and even Aegon. Yes, even fucking Aegon!
They take some time, but soon grow comfortable around you and finally show their kind sides.
âWine?â One of his friends named Rolf with the reddest head of hair asks.
You glance at the drink cautiously and slowly take it from his hand.
Youâve only drank it twice in your life; once because of Aegon, and the other because of yourâŠfather. You hated the taste both times.
And the third is no different.
âYep,â you groan and crinkle your nose in disgust. âThatâs still not good.â
The boys burst out laughing at your reaction and Rolf pokes at you. âSorry, itâs not the fancy wine youâre used to Princess.â
You roll your eyes.
âYouâll grow to like it,â Cregan interjects a lot kinder. âGive it here, you canât let it go to waste.â He motions for the cup, but you donât pass it right away because itâs your cup. He wants to share your cupâŠ
WellâŠ
âYouâll drink it?â He presses.
Maybe sharing cups doesnât hold the same meaning so far north, so you hand it to him and watch him sit right across from you, leaving the fire in between you, and leaving you uneasy because heâs so distant after heâs the one that brought you here and the only one you trust.
After all, this is a new land for you, undiscovered territory to your mind and very eyes. These are new people that make you grow shy, which isn't like you. You don't like it but you canât help it. You canât help feeling small for so long until suddenly you meet the only gaze youâre familiar with across the flames that dance in the middle.
His friends begin to tell ridiculous stories to try and impress you, but Cregan and you continue to just look at one another as if youâre the only ones there.
And itâs not until his friends grow drunker and begin to sing and dance that you get swept up by the moment and feel drunk yourself even if you had the single sip of wine. You smile and laugh, you clap along to their songs, and feel happy for the first time since learning of your father's passing.
âCome dance with me, princess,â Rolf asks.
You meet his green eyes and shake your head. âI canât. I donât know how to dance to these songs.â
He snorts. âDonât you take dancing classes?â
You nod and he chuckles at the ground before he smiles brighter. âIâll show you this dance then,â he tries to assure you.
You reach over for his hand but hesitate for a second until you remember what Cregan had just told you about living, and make yourself take Rolfâs hand.
The boy then takes no time tugging and spinning you around with him. He doesnât fail to make you laugh and enjoy the night.
You didnât want to stop dancing from there on out, but you grew tired quickly so you sat back down across Cregan. And once again you canât help but meet his gaze, finding yourself feeling intrigued by him once again and that feeling is kind of exhilarating, your heart races again but now you also feel giddy. This time you offer him a soft smile as he sits across from you, and Cregan smiles back with a smile brighter than the flames.
ââ
*3 YEARS LATER*
Life in Winterfell hasnât turned out to be as dull as you initially thought, or as bland as the stone walls that surround you. Especially with this mutiny happening.
âWhat's the meaning of this?â Lord Bennard asks as he takes a seat on the wooden throne at the end of the hall without hesitation and as if he didn't expect it. âWho called this meeting?â He presses with his black eyes searching the crowd before he finds his sons and the maester standing below the steps for an answer.
Murmurs spread around the room in confusion as the people gathered around the hall also don't know why they needed to be gathered around. You did albeit, you know the Lord's time on that throne has been long overdue. He knows that fact too, but he acts oblivious as heâs too driven by power.
âMe, I called the meeting uncle,â the answer interjects from the entrance, making the lord on the chair stiffen while the corner of your lips tug to a faint smirk, and your eyes drift to Cregan walking further in the hall wearing his silver armor, holding his great dark stealed Valyrian sword called Ice in hand, and wearing a stern expression that made his gray eyes brew like a powerful stormâŠand made your heart flutter.
He slowly stalks inside with an army of his men behind him, like a pack of wolves stalking their prey. His eyes then find you hidden amongst the crowd and your breath catches, but he doesnât see that so you offer him a deeper smirk. And like always he doesnât break that serious expression he carries, he never does in public, no.
Now that heâs older, as heâs ascending to his rightful place as Lord, he chooses to look stern to his people, but after years of living together and of being friends, you know him better, you make him smile in private.
âYour time as Lord has come to an end uncle. Stand down now,â Cregan booms out as he continues his path to his throne.
You follow him to the throne as you remain hidden within the crowd and never lose sight of his intimidating figure.
âIâm not dead yet boy,â Lord Bennard counters and digs his nails in the armrest.
You roll your eyes at his defiance, whilst you fold your arms over your chest as you continue to watch and judge the man.
Cregan raises his chin and stops as he reaches the bottom of the steps that lead to the throne his uncle sits on. âNo, nor do I want you to meet such a fate out of respect for my father, your brother,â he argues. âBut if you donât give me what rightfully belongs to me then I will have no other choice but to show your sons what happens to traitors.â
Seeing this fight now actually makes you happy that you donât have to inherit Driftmark, and makes you not even want to entertain the idea of fighting for the Throne that should have been passed to you. Youâre fine now with what youâll inherit.
âStand down,â Cregan repeats and lifts his sword to point at his uncle, causing the Lord's sons to unsheath their own swords to point at Cregan.
âStubborn man isnât he?â Rolf whispers as he falls by you.
You keep your eyes on Cregan and hum softly. âArenât they all?â You remark. âBut the old Lord is a coward, he wouldnât dare fight Cregan.â
Rolf scoffs. âWho would? Only a fool.â
You smile softly in agreement and keep quiet to hear Cregan feign a chuckle. âI see,â he mutters and nods slowly. âWell. I wonât shed unnecessary blood, cousins. But if you, uncle, refuse to stand down then I have no choice, guardsâŠarrest Bennard, Benjen, Brandon, and Elric Stark.â
The old and stubborn lord scoffs and shakes his head. âI am the Lord of this castle, stand down guards! And arrest Cregan and his friends! And lock Princess Velaryon in her chambers, this is no place for her.â
The guard appointed to you by your mother, and Rolf beside you pull out their swords, whilst you also reach for your hidden blade as the two guards loyal to Lord Bennard try to storm to you.
âTouch her,â Cregan counters immediately. âAnd I will cut all your hands off. Sheâs not yours to order around.â
The guards halt mid-way to you and look back at their Lord.
âArrest my uncle,â Cregan repeats and puts his sword down.
The guards behind him break away from their spot and charge at Lord Bennard and his sons. The two guards try to fight back, but they easily get unarmed. The sons try to fight back too, but Cregan's look alone makes them stand down, leaving a clear path to Lord Bennard.
âI am sorry it had to come to this Uncle,â Cregan spats as he climbs the stairs and the guards pull Lord Bennard off the throne. âI hope you remember I showed you mercy.â
Lord Bennard gets yanked away with his sons, but he still finds a moment to argue out of spite. âThis is what you call mercy? Having your uncle arrested?â
Cregan huffs. âYes. If you wish to meet a different fate, speak now.â
Lord Bennard clenches his jaw and stops squirming. Without anything else to add the guards take him, his sons, and the guards away, leaving the room quiet as if everyone was holding their breath so they could focus on Cregan as he stops before the throne.
And now that no guards try to threaten you, you push through the crowd and stand at the front to watch Cregan as he touches the throne his father once sat on.
âLord Cregan Stark!â You're the first one to cheer.
âLord Cregan Stark!â Rolf follows by saying and then lifts his swords in the air.
âLord Cregan Stark!â Some people echo before mirroring Rolfâs actions.
âLord Cregan!â Others follow by saying, filling the room with support for the true Lord of Winterfell and the North, and making the man exhale deeply before he turns and sits on the throne once and for all with his chin high, and his expression serious and intimidating to spread fear to those who even entertain the idea of siding Lord Bennard. You, albeit grin regardless of his expression and clap your hands together out of joy.
Cregan hears you and quickly finds you first amongst the crowd, making his lips twitch to that rare smile he doesnât let just anyone see, and you canât help the heat that takes over your face; no matter how higher ranked you are, no matter how hidden you are, or what he is to you.
However, that slight, faintest smile you only saw vanishes, and his eyes dart to someone on the other side of the crowd. You follow his line of gaze and see him look at a young lady with beautiful long dark brown hair, with the most mesmerizing dark eyes, and the softest and palest skin.
She flashes him a flirty smile that makes your faint smile vanish and makes you lower your hands.
He quickly looks back at you again and swallows thickly. The young lady catches his wavered attention and searches for what his gaze fixated on and finds you, the princess, daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen, The Realms Golden girl, the Siren of Driftmark, and the most beautiful rose the North possesses.
Yet when you feel her curious gaze and slowly lock eyes across the room she doesnât seem discontent, or caught off guard. She might mask her displeasure well, but she smiles at you, while other feelings begin to infiltrate through you, a feeling so intense that it makes your stomach begin to twist with a bitter feeling, something venomous and new. Yet you can identify what it is exactlyâŠ
MaybeâŠjealousy?
Stupid and unnecessary jealousy.
The crush you have on Cregan is stupid, it grew when you were young and stupid and it will lead to nothing. Your friendship will remain as it is because heâs your friend and youâre promised to another, to Aemond, your best friend, and a man youâreâŠeager to marryâeven if he stopped writing a year ago and no longer responds to any of your ravens.
Youâre just a wardâno, you were a ward because that lady is no longer the Lady of the North, so youâll be returning to King's Landing soon. Away from Cregan.
Your crush means nothing.
âCome,â Rolf cuts you off from your train of thought and the shattering of your illusions. âHeâll make oaths now in front of the Heart Tree.â
You flash Cregan a strained smile before you look away and exhale deeply, and frown.
Heâs just a friend, the longing looks you share every night means nothing.
ââ
*LATER THAT NIGHT*
That girlâŠwho might she be? She seems familiar, it feels like youâve seen her once or twice over the past three years, but your mind canât fully recall.
Why did she smile at him like that? And why did he look so nervous about it?
Has he mentioned her before?
She's very pretty. She looks like a true Northerner, something youâre not.
Sheâs like him, youâre not.
ButâŠhe doesn't smile at her the way he smiles at you, and you don't mean smile with his lips so the entire North can see, you mean smile with his gray eyes that shine brighter when he finds you in the crowd of people, when you tell a particularly funny joke when youâre surrounded by others, or when he simply just looks at you.
And yes, you do see the way he looks at you, you pay attention to everything happening around you here in Winterfell, you have to because youâre not in the safety of your home after all, so you know well he looks at you in the way you always wanted to be looked at. He looks at you the way Ser Harwin looked at your mother all the time. You also feel the tension, you know you pass lingering looks with one another. ButâŠit doesnât matter because it has never been acted upon because itâs a stupid crush and he knows youâre promised to another.
Thatâs why she shouldnât matter. Whoever she is.
You like Aemond, you love Aemond. YesâŠ
You draw out a deep sigh and gently stroke the barn cat on your lap, whilst your handmaidens help you prepare for bed. You then look away from the cat on your lap and look out the balcony to look at the starry sky, and itâs as you do that you notice something hidden in the shadows of the night, a single rare Blue Winter rose on the railing of your balcony, meaning only one thing, Cregan wants to talk tonight.
You smile regardless of your running thoughts just a few seconds ago and lift your head to address the girls. âAll right girls thatâs it for tonight, thank you and goodnight.â
You have no idea what it is they were doing, you werenât paying attention, but it doesnât matter.
âAre you sure?â One of your handmaidens double-checks.
You nod quickly as you put the cat down and push yourself up from the chair in front of the vanity to face them with a sweet innocent smile. âGoodnight ladies. See you on the Morrow.â
The three handmaidens share a puzzled look with one another, but they donât fail to listen and do as you ask of them.
Itâs only when their footsteps recede down the hall that you spin around on your heels and rush over to pull your cloak out of your closet. Usually, Cregan tells you to meet him beforehand, or he leaves the beautiful winter rose on your balcony earlier so you know to change out of your nightgown, but today was one of the times he didnât inform you with timeâNot like you actually care that youâre in your nightgown albeit. He doesnât either.
Therefore, after you blow off some candles that light your quarters, you climb down the greenery thatâs underneath your balcony and sneak away to your meeting spot with Cregan that's past the castle walls.
However, when you get where you need to be heâs not hereâŠ
Heâs always here first.
Perhaps he just got caught up. He should be celebrating over his acesention anyway. Youâll wait for himâŠhere in the dark woodsâŠall alone.
You swallow thickly and scan the area with the inside of your cheek between your teeth.
Moments of pure silence pass before suddenly you're startled by twigs snapping behind you. When you immediately turn around you see nothing.
Its nothing! You exhale deeply out of relief.
However, just as that fear is passing, arms slap on your shoulders and a quiet âboo,â is said by your ear, causing you to jump and quickly spin around. Thatâs when you see Cregan. He was the one that scared you like a creep.
âWhatâs your problem,â you sneer and shove Cregan back as he bursts out laughing. âYou frightened me!â
You reach over to push him back again, but he then catches your wrists and shakes his head. âIâm Lord Cregan now, you canât do that,â he says quite quieter than usual.
You shoot him a glare and pull your arms away to counter back sassily. âAnd Iâm a Princess, I outrank you, so I can do as I please, Lord Cregan,â you tease and curtsy.
Cregan scoffs and rolls his eyes. âDonât do that,â he addresses your curtsy.
You chuckle and clasp your hands behind you while you pull your lips to a happy smile. âNow really, why arenât you celebrating with your friends? I would have imagined you would be drinking now.â
Cregan flashes you a smile and quickly argues back. âI am celebrating with you, my friend.â
You hum and turn to walk deeper into the woods, causing Cregan to follow right beside you. âI suppose,â you interject a bit quieter but with none of that teasing tone he greeted you with.
âThis might be our last night with each other.â You mention and lose your smile before drifting your eyes over to him, which ends up with you meeting his gaze right away since he is already looking at you. âWith Lady Karstark no longer Lady of Winterfell, I have no place here, Iâll depart to Kingâs Landing shortly and live with the insufferable Queen.â
Cregan holds your gaze and without hesitation brings up an unheard-of plan, âor you can stay until you have to leave in two years. I am Lord, I can say the word and youâll stay.â
You scoff and shake your head. âNo, I wonât. You know why, youâre a man and Iâm a woman, I canât be your ward. Nor will I reduce myself to being your cupbearer.â
Cregan drops his gaze and doesnât say anything on the matter, you donât press him either. Instead, you smile at him and hook your arm around his. âI will say that being here has been good, itâs been the best years of my life. Iâve learned a lot.â
Creganâs lips pull to a faint smile before he meets your gaze to share that soft look. âSo are you saying youâd stay?â He queries.
You giggle and shrug. âWell, I do miss the warmth. And the ocean.â
Cregan chuckles. âI could take you to see the ocean. I could find hot springs for you so youâd be warm. Even lasso the sun and have it shine over the castle.â
You giggle softly and feel glad he canât see how hot your face is burning.
âOr what?â He quips. âDo you still want to leave? Explore this world? Be free?â
He remembers.
âI have everything donât I? I have wealth, Iâm a Princess, I have a dragon.â You share a completely different mindset than what you had three years ago when you were both strangers.
âWhat else could I want?â You mutter.
If your younger self heard you now sheâd be shocked and in disbelief. Mad too that your dreams were robbed from your hearts chamber.
âBut?â Cregan presses. He knows you too well.
âBut,â you add and look up at the sky. âNothingâŠâ
Your younger self need not worry because the part of you that wants to see the world, that wants to fly in the endless sky with your dragon still lives within you. Youâre just learning to push her away. Slowly.
So regardless of that, Cregan keeps his gaze on you regardless of your answer, he watches as you admire the sky with a gleaming gaze. He knows you now, he knows that you still dream of being far, and he knows you want more, you have yet to learn what heâs been trying to teach you, to accept what you are, find what you want with what you have. Because itâs there, what you seek, you just need to learn to see it as he has. He can show you though.
âI want to show you something,â Cregan interjects, intriguing your curiosity.
âWhat?â You query with a giddy smile.
âNot here,â he says and stops to face you.
You begin to squint your gaze on him and he continues.
âItâs close. Albeit if we want to make it back by sunrise weâŠâ he pauses and licks his lips. âWe need to take your dragon.â
You grow even more intrigued now. âAstraea?â You probe with a giddy grin. âYou want us to go on dragonback?â
Cregan hesitates but eventually nods. âIt will be worth it.â
ââ
*LATER*
Perhaps this was a dream, Cregan riding on Astraea with you.
Perhaps you need to be more wary of why you keep flying further north, why in the distance is the notorious wall that keeps away the wildlings, and what lies further North.
Yet, even if it is a dream, itâs the most amazing dream youâve had and one you never want to wake up from. For one, Cregan for some reason wants to ride behind you. Two, the big beautiful white moon glows against the dark night sky, and three, the sky from this part of this world seems endless like the sea. If you could, you'd just keep flying.
However, the moment you get close to the tall ice wall, Cregan tells you to land. You don't question him even if you should and just nudge the handles on the saddle down so Astraea can land on the ground.
Albeit just as your purple dragon tilts, Cregan interjects. âNo, on the wall. Land on the wall if you can.â
You peer back at him to meet his gaze and show your doubt.
âTrust me,â he assures you.
You hesitate for a second before you exhale and nudge Astraea up, causing her to change course and instead swoop back up. When she lands on the wall, Cregan carefully climbs down first, and you hesitate to get down now, feeling all eagerness blown away by the sharp and icy that run so high up.
âCome on now,â Cregan encourages you.
You tighten your grip on the handles and narrow your gaze to share a quizzical look with Cregan. âWhatâs the meaning of this? Why have you flown with me? No one ever does. Why are we here?â You press with suspicion.
Cregan scoffs in amusement and just waves you down again. âJust climb down Princess youâll see.â
You look down at the wall that stands probably thousands of feet from the ground and question if you really want to stand on it.
What if it just breaks? Or if something more horrible happens?
YettâŠCregan says to trust him, and you do, he wonât hurt youâyou hopeâŠwhat if heâs actually crazy?
DamnâŠ
You let go of the handles and swing your foot over the saddle to climb down to the wall. â<Stay,>â you command Astraea in High Valyrian and then face the man who promised safety. âNow,â you add with a questioning look. âTell me why you brought me here. Are we running away?â
You know it wasnât a possibility, he cares too much about his people and his responsibility as Lord, but it doesnât hurt to ask.
âNo,â Cregan shakes his head.
You furrow your eyebrows and narrow your gaze further. âThen?â You press. âWhyââ
âJust come,â he cuts you off and grabs your hand to pull you away from the safety of your dragon side to drag you with him towards the other edge of the wall.
âCregan,â you call out in a shaky voice. âWhat are you doing? Itâs tooââ
âYou fly a dragon, and said you climbed on the roofs of your castle,â he cuts you off again. âWhatâs the difference?â
You dig your heels into the ground to stop him from moving you and yank your arm away from his grasp so he wonât move you any closer. âWhatâs the difference?â You counter and throw your arms out. âMy dragon keeps me safe, she wouldnât let me fall! And the roofs curved! This-this is just flat! What if we slip? No.â You shake your head. âI wonât go closer.â
Cregan rolls his eyes and sighs before he stomps over to you. âI wonât let you fall,â he adds for assurance but itâs not so assuring. âIâll be with you, grabbing you the entire time. I just want you to see what lies beyond the wall. I just want you to feel what you seek.â
Right away that fear begins to fade away and disbelief eases your hardened gaze but also brings curiosity that makes you approach him.
Cregan smiles softly at your willingness. âClose your eyes and donât open until I tell you.â He tells you as he takes your hand.
Without a doubt, you shut your eyes and let him walk you further ahead. You trust him and donât stop now, you just grip tighter onto him as the wind keeps trying to push you back.
He eventually brings you to stop and you want to open your eyes, but he stops you. âNot yet.â
You draw out a small and inpatient breath, but also begin to feel your heart race with how nervous you actually feel because of this anticipation he fills you with. He then proceeds to walk behind you without letting go, and you grab onto him as he slides his hand over to hold the other one so he can also grab your waist.
The touch makes your breath catch and tempts you to open your eyes to look at his hand on your wrist, but you keep strong and keep them closed, instead, you just think of his touch.
âOkay,â he whispers in your ear. âOpen your eyes now.â
You do as he says and immediately gasp as you see the land that resides beyond the great ice wall, as you see how peaceful and hauntingly beautiful it all looks. You smile with awe as you see how the ice and snow glimmer, how tall the mountains stand, and how small the tall trees look from here.
Now that that land further north seems truly endless, yours and everything youâve seen feels small in comparison.
Now as the wind tries to push you back all you can do is let your body go because Cregan is behind you, because at this very moment, you finally feel what youâve sought for, freedom.
As the wind pushes you back, as you dangle off the ledge you feel free.
âIs it everything you've ever hoped for?â Cregan asks softly. âI know I truly canât give you what your heart desires, but does this satisfy your desire?â
You nod softly and muse. âIt does.â
Will that last though?
You'll see.
âYou aren't trapped princess,â he adds. âPerhaps youâre not as free as youâd want to be, but you are free to do what you please because of your title as Princess. You just need to learn how to take control of it from your position.â
You hum softly and drift your gaze to the corner of your eyes to meet his gaze, noticing how insanely close you are now. You can feel his breath unfurl over your skin, and feel the warmth of his lips behind your ear.
âWill you show me?â You whisper unwarrantedly, your desire just took over. âLike you did now.â
Cregan glances at your lips and then meets your gaze and nods. âI can.â He assures you.
You smile softly, and then steal a glance at his lips. You let your gaze linger there for a second, whilst his own gaze lingers on your own lips, albeit he doesnât look away like you do, he watches you move them to ask him a question. âWhat do you want? We always ask about me, but what about you? I mean besides wanting to be Lord, is there something else?â
Cregan lets out a soft breath and nods. âYou,â he answers without a minute to think, causing you to gasp out of disbelief because youâre actually hearing him admit it.
This goes far beyond your wildest dreams. You canât believe youâre hearing it, and you turn around without thinking about the ledge to look at him with that disbelief.
Cregan swiftly pulls you away from the ledge whilst he continues to explain it to your disbelieved heart. âI try, I try with all my might to stop thinking about you, butâ he pauses and shakes his head. âI canât. Ever since I met you I knew you were special, that you were meant to be mine. And I know you feel what I do, thereâs no need denying it.â
You bite the inside of your cheek and shake your head before you counter. âBut you canât. Iâm promised to another.â
âAnd Iâm to be married to someone elseâŠâ
What?
Itâs that lady, isnât it?
âWho?â You ask right away, letting your jealousy show.
Cregan swallows thickly and averts his gaze. âLady Arra Norrey. My father made a promise to hers, one I canât break. But she means nothing, we will perform our duties, but thatâs it because I want you.â He tries to assure your worry whilst he reaches for your cheeks.
However, you push his hands away and shake your head.âI can't do that to her. I,â you scoff and turn away from him. âNo matter how much I burn for you I canât.â
Creganâs breath catches at your confession, encouraging him to reach for your arm and pull you around to face him. âShe knows. She knows. You wonât hurt her.â
And that smile she gave him? That nervous look he gave you?
âI saw it,â you blurt and push his arm away.
âSaw what, my darling?â He presses.
You draw in a deep breath. âHer smile,â you breathe out. âWill you tell me she feels nothing for you? Can you tell me that?â You ask and meet his gaze with tears forming in your eyes.
Cregan stays quiet for a moment before he shrugs. âI canât control what she feels, but she knows, thatâs all that matters. Sheâll keep our secret.â He then reaches for your cheeks again and you let him cup them this time. âSheâll let you be her ward so you can stay.â
âStay?â You repeat. âI wonât stay forever Cregan. Iâm destined to leave two years from now. What then? We pretend like it never happened? How do you expect me to leave then?â
âThen we part ways,â he mutters. âYou marry your prince, I stay here, at least Iâll be satisfied knowing I lived some of my life with you. Canât you say the same? Isnât that what you want? Freedom? Donât torture me by leaving now.â He says beautiful words you never thought him capable of before he presses his forehead against yours and begins to caress your cheeks. âEnd my agony,â he continues to tug at your heart. âAnd be mine for however long we have.â
Itâll hurt far worse when you leave, knowing youâll never see him again, but he makes your heart flutter, he fills you with happiness because he tries to give you what you want with what you have. He watches you the way you want to be looked at, he cares for you and makes you burn.
You want him and you want control of your own life, freedom. Going back to King's landing now will bring that to an end, Cregan is willing to give you that and so much more. The pain will be worth it.
âOkay,â you give in foolishly perhaps. âOkay. Let me be yours for however long we have.â You grin and glance at his lips whilst you cup his jaw.
Cregan beams at you and without hesitation, he pulls you in for your first kiss, for a deep and passionate kiss that sets you on fire.
The taste of his lips makes you melt into his hands. Once again you feel free, and now itâs with him.
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Chapter 4 Snow on the beach
Chapter 4 of Moonlight
Chapter 4 Snow on the Beach
A/N- last full Cregan chapter, now onto Aemond, letâs see if he can beat Lord Stark
Warning- Swearing, ANGST, FLUFF!, Talks of blood and death, suggestive nfsw, LONG CHAPTER.
Pairing- Cregan Stark x Velaryon!fem-reader, Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!fem-reader
Episode- Before 1x08
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*127 AC*
ââŠweâre hoping for a girl, so if the gods are generous you will have that sister you always wanted, wouldnât that be great?
Daemon also hopes for the babe to be a girl. He said maybe you could choose a name, would you like that? I think itâs a marvelous idea, please write your ideas.â
A girl? Your mother is hoping for a girl again?
Maybe itâs because youâre far away from her and you haven't seen her in four years, but the idea of her having another daughter besides you makes you feel bitter with jealousy.
Is that cruel to feel?
âAnyway, Iâm glad you have made friends with Lady Arra, I hate the thought of you being alone so far away. Tell me is she kind? Itâs okay to admit if sheâs rude and a bitchââ
You snicker softly at your mother's words regardless of your previous feelings.
ââitâll stay between us. But if you donât feel comfortable telling your mother then tell your cousins or your brothers. They wonât tell, trust me, Jacaerys never wants to show me what you write to each other now, but, it makes me glad that you share a bond regardless of distance. I know he misses you as I do, my Sweet.
I love you so much.
Love always, your mother, Rhaenyra.â
You put the letter down on the desk and simply smile softly. You donât cry anymore when you read her letters.
The first two years that's all you could do, cry as you read what your mother, grandmother, brothers, and even what your cousins wrote. You just longed to be by their side again, you missed them terribly. But when your rendezvous with Cregan changed to secret forbidden romantic nights, you stopped crying at night and when you read the letters from home.
Now albeit you feel like starting crying again. Is it stupid to feel jealous about her having another daughter? Is it foolish to feel like youâll be replaced?
Youâre so far away, and youâll always be far away because of your marriage to Aemond, so having another daughter will cure that longing to have you with her. Having another daughter also means sheâll replace you because itâs a daughter shared with the man sheâs in love with, not someone she married out of political gain, not someone who had different preferences. Sheâll be the apple of your mother's eye, of their eyeâ
No! No, itâs stupid, youâre being stupid. Your mother loves you, sheâll never do such a terrible thing.
AlbeitâŠbefore, when she was with Ser Harwin hoping for another girl you didn't fill you with jealousy then because at least you had your father; he wasnât always available, but he was there, he loved you too. Heâs gone now though, so if she does replace you youâll have no one.
ââ
*4 FEW YEARS BACK*
âAll right, nowâŠâ he trails off and glances around the ship, you follow his line of gaze to see what heâd point to, but he then turns around and points at something else completely. ââŠthat. What do we call that and whatâs its use?â
You squint your eyes on the large spar that extends forward from the ship's vessel prow and think back to what he and Ser Qarl have taught you whilst on your way to Dragonstone.
Out of all the things youâve learned, it takes time to come up with the answer right away, but it then comes to mind. âItâs the bowsprit!â You clap with excitement. âAnd it prevents the ship fromâŠuh, being submerged in water when the waters are rough!â
âYes!â Your father exclaims. âYes! Good job.â
You skip forward and then speak to Ser Qarl. âIâve thought of a scenario, all right, Ser Qarl.â
Said man leans his arm against a barrel and scoffs in amusement before he softly throws his chin up to gesture you to share what he asked of you a while ago. Something you thought of with a lot of precaution.
âIâm on deck, and then whoa, I get attacked,â you tell him as you clasp your hands back and walk towards the quarter-deck. âPirates are coming on the ship, my crew is getting hurt, so then I run forward, use my blade to cut the main yard, and swing across the deck to save them, and myself.â You finish proudly and spin around to face both men with a smile. âHuh? Is that good?â
Ser Qarl and your father share a glance and break into a chuckle, making your smile falter. They think itâs stupid, donât they?
You knew it! Itâs too dramatic and childish.
âThatâsâŠâ your father clears his throat and walks over to you to wrap his arm around your shoulders. âThatâs a great plan, darling, well thought out.â
You look up at him with uncertainty and probe. âReally?â
He shoots you a grin and nods. âYes, really.â
âYouâll make a fine sailor,â Ser Qarl compliments. âProbably one better than your father.â
You're quick to please so once again you canât help but bring back your smile to your features.
âYes,â your father agrees. âYou will. Youâll make a legendary sailor.â
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*NOW*
âSee! Thatâs how you do it!â Cregan exclaims and flashes a smile as he admires how the arrow impales exactly at the center of the makeshift target. âLetâs see you best that.â
What if he wants to replace you, Prince Daemon?
He has daughters, but those are his own, what if for some reason he just wants to replace you?
Cregan calls your name, but you don't answer or look his way. Instead, you stay lost in your mind and think that itâs unbelievable that your mother would want to replace you. She loves you, all of you, in fact, she was often advised that she not be so affectionate towards any of you, especially towards your brothers, so she wouldnât just replace you.
No?
Cregan calls for you again and this time touches your shoulder, snapping you from your messy thoughts raveld in your brain.
âYes?â You query and meet his curious grey eyes.
Cregan blinks and then points at the target with his eyes. âItâs your turn darling,â he says and quickly looks back at you to study you.
Albeit before he catches anything, you pick up your bow and an arrow to then go stand where Cregan was. You exhale softly to try and forget what you were thinking of while you shift your feet and lift your arms. You get the arrow in position and get ready to shoot it, but hands then fall on your arms, making your breath catch and your gaze drift to the corner of your eyes to look at Cregan behind you.
âRelax your bow arm,â he advises softly as he holds your gaze the entire time.
You canât help but smile and stare at his lips.
âYou did hear me?â He asks.
You relax your bow arm like he said and nod.
âJust making sure. Youâre not looking at me in the eyes,â he teases.
You laugh softly and slowly meet his gaze with a playful smirk. He snickers and then steals a quick peck from your lips before he stands back.
You flash him a giddy grin before you look back at the makeshift target and draw out a soft exhale again before letting the arrow fly.
Albeit the arrow whizzes past the target clung onto a thin tree.
âI see,â Cregan stifles his laugh and crosses his arms over his chest. âThat was terrible.â
You sigh and lower your arm to stand back without meeting his gazeâyour mind is just too lost.
âYour teacher must not be so good, you missed the target. Youâre usually good,â he continues to tease.
You drop your arms and huff. âThe tree is too thin,â you throw out the first complaint that comes to mind.
âThe target isnât the problem,â Cregan points out honestly. âWhen we go hunting the prey is moving. At battle, the target is moving as well. This. this is easy.â
âI wonât use a bow and arrow,â you remark and briefly meet his gaze. âIâll have a sword in battle, and Astraea.â
Since you glance up as if you could see Astraea overhead you miss the way Cregan watches you and sees right through your troubled mind right away.
âThe target isnât the problem,â he repeats and leans his equipment against the tree behind him to approach you. âWhatâs wrong? What troubles you?â He asks softly and takes the stuff from your hands to put it by his.
You know youâll sound like a total whiner, a spoiled brat most likely. Heâs more humble than most of the people at Kings Landing, so he probably wonât agree, but all these thoughts are overflowing your mind and theyâre beginning to drown you, you canât hold back anymore. Besides he is your best friend, and yourâŠparamour? Partner?
No that sounds too official, you arenât. Paramour sounds rightâheâs your secret paramour. He should know what troubles you.
âItâs,â you begin to share and sigh deeply. âItâs my mother. Sheâs with child again.â
He hums and just like you predicted he responds nicely which contradicts your frown and gleaming eyes. âThatâs great news, Iâm happy for youâŠ.â He trails off as he notices your reaction and backtracks. âIs it not great news?â
You mindlessly grab the pendant your grandmother had given you and mutter. âTheyâre hoping for a girl, again. Aegon came out as a boy so theyâre hoping for a girl this timeâŠto replace me.â
Cregan sighs and shakes his head as he looks at you as if youâre mad. âWhat? Darling, why would you think that?â
Tears fall out of your eyes as youâre overwhelmed with sorrow you canât surpass. âBecause,â your voice quivers. You canât even look at Cregan in the eyes or else youâll just feel a worse anguish in your heart. âUnlike Aegon and this new baby, theyâll have soon, I wasnât made out of love. My parents had a duty to commit, not Prince Daemon and my mother. They love each other, their kids are made out of love. She wants to replace me with a daughter she wasnât forced to have. A different daughter thatâŠâ you trail off and shake your head whilst you wipe the tears that manage to break out. ââŠthatâs not like me.â
Cregan sighs softly and closes the gap between the two of you with an embrace. âOh my darling girl,â he says as he begins to caress your back. âThatâs the most maddest thing Iâve heard.â
Now that youâre in his embrace, as his comforting smell filters into your nose you can no longer hold back your tears, you cry softly as you hug him.
âI may not know your mother, but from what youâve told me, it seems she loves you,â he assures you. âSheâd never replace you. Never. Who would replace a woman like you?â He asks and pulls back to cup your cheeks. âItâs like if you had a daughter already, wouldn't you want another if the gods were generous enough?â
Well, when he puts it that way.
âI suppose I would,â you whisper.
Cregan offers you a faint smile and nods. âSee? You just miss your mother, thatâs all. Besides youâre her eldest, youâre special to her, you always will be no matter who comes along.â He assures you while he wipes your tears away before he leans in and presses a gentle kiss on your lips and on your forehead.
âYouâll always be my favorite girl regardless.â he finishes saying to lift your spirits.
And you can't help it, you slowly begin to smile before you steal a lingering kiss that he takes over and deepens. When you pull back you lean your forehead against his and wipe his lips with your thumb.
âThank you, Cregan,â you whisper with your heart beginning to race as words just run up your throat. âI donât know how Iâd survive being so far away without you.â
The corner of his lips tug to a soft smile. âIâm the one that should be thankful,â he whispers against your lips. âThe gods put you in my life and saved me from this loneliness I was bestowed with.â
Your entire face burns and you canât help but flash him a blissful beaming grin before slamming your lips against his. Right away Cregan slides his hands to the sides of your head and begins to push you back against the tree, whilst your hands travel to the back of his neck, and your nails dig into his skin.
Driven by passion Cregan then begins to slide his hands down, letting them linger on your breasts before he tears open the top part of your dress, making you gasp. Yet your disbelief is short-lived because you then give in and unbuckle his shirt.
Albeit, soon thereafter he forces himself away and lets his head hang low as if suddenly troubled. You try to ease his stress by grabbing his face and reaching for more but he stops you. âWho would I be if I made you mine?â He mumbles between pants. âI canât.â
Your smile softens as you're quick to reassure him. âYou wonât dishonor yourself or me because I love you.â
Cregan holds your gaze in disbelief but canât help his smile from spreading on his face. âWe said we wouldn't fall in love.â He reminds you of your ultimatum.
You sigh. âI couldnât resist myself, not when youâre the very breath in my lungs. Without you, I canât breathe.â
It might be foolish to say, no it is stupid since you wonât marry, but itâs a truth you canât hide. Not from him, not when heâs driven you too madly in love. And especially not when he grins so tenderly for you.
âIf thatâs so then I can finally relieve myself of this weight Iâve been carrying for too long and say that I love you too,â he confesses with a sense of relief as if he had been forced to hold it all back.
And you knew itâs a bad idea, you told yourself you wouldnât give in to such passionate temptations, but youâre a woman pushed away from the mother who could teach her the reality, you remember her loving passionately and freely and you canât help but live by those terms and smile at the man before you before you feed your forbidden passion by stealing a kiss.
âGive me the privilege of giving me your maidenhead then,â he whispers against your lips and steals the very breath from your lungsââgive me the privilege of being mine. Only mine.â
You meet his gaze and never think about Aemond, he doesnât cross your mind when youâre with Cregan. He should be the very thing that stops you, but he's left you alone, so neither you nor Cregan think of the consequences of what could happen, youâre too driven by lust, passion, and by love.
âAs long as you are mine,â you whisper impatiently as you pull his shirt off.
Cregan smirks and nods. âFrom this day until the end of my days,â he whispers happily against your lips as he holds your gaze and nothing else.
ââ
*A FEW MONTHS LATER*
âYou know when I was a little girl I used to be scared of the North,â you tell Cregan while you admire a flame dancing on a candle on your end table.
âWhyâs that?â He asks with some amusement playing in his tone.
You snicker and peer back at him with a smirk. âThe servants' children said that giant spiders roamed the snowy lands and that northern men were big, brutish, and stole women from the homes of their husbands.â
Cregan pulls his hand away from your bare hip and you can practically hear those dark eyebrows furrow while those pink pouted lips only crease to a frown.
When you churn your head youâre proven right when you see him looking at you with a pointed look. âThey say that?â He presses as if those people had personally offended him.
Your smirks turns to a teasing smile and you nod. âA lot of people like to make up reality when they donât know it.â
Cregan grumbles and turns to lie on his back and look at the canopy overhead. You ache for more of his gentle but rough fingers so you turn and tangle your legs with his while you place your hand on his chest.
âDid you ever imagine youâd love a brutish man?â Cregan asks and almost sounds deeply serious.
You snicker and tease him. âDo I? Or did this man take me from my quarters and make me his?â
Cregan blinks and turns his head down with a smile he canât help but flash at you. âMaybe itâs you who has cast a spell on me. I heard that the Valyrians were blood sorcerers.â
You giggle and sigh longingly. âI wish I could do such a thing, but the practice is forbidden and lost in your family, unfortunately. My natural beauty is the only thing that took you under a spell.â
Cregan blesses your ears with a hearty chuckle before he flips swiftly and captures you under him. You bite your cheeks to not yelp out of excitement and alert a servant or a guard.
âThat is indeed true,â he flatters you and leans down to capture your lips in his. âYou have a bewitching beauty.â
You grin and hook your arms around his neck to keep him close. âOh, I like that.â You coo. âIt makes me sound frightening.â
He hums and averts his gaze before interjecting. âNo not bewitching then. Enchanting.â
Your smile softens and you canât help but look at him softly as if he had just made you fall in love with his words alone.
âTell me,â he continues to fill the comforting silence. âWhat else did you think of when you were young? More fake stories about northern men?â
You chuckle softly and shake your head. âWell,â you part your lips and sigh deeply as you think back to several years worth of thoughts, casting a long silence.
Cregan doesnât mind the silence though, he liked to watch you in the silence like an admirer watches art they find fascinating; he never could get enough of the beauty before him. He even liked to admire you while you parted your lips.
âWithout getting too depressingââ
Yet you donât get to finish because the door handle suddenly clicks before the door bursts open, leaving you no time to attempt to hide, only leaving a second for Cregan to flip himself off you.
Nevertheless, the intruder happens to be Arra, Creganâs wife, and your closest friend.
It turns out that Arra didnât turn out to be the concern you worried sheâd be, unexpectedly she turned out to be a good friend even if you do love her husband. Sure it took time to become friends mostly because you pushed away the possibility out of your fear that she hated you, but she doesnât.
It also turns out that her preferences are different, she enjoys the company of women, mainly that of her handmaiden. She just put on an act that day Cregan became Lord to fool the masses. Which is a relief, you probably wouldn't be able to handle the guilt if she actually loved him.
âArra,â Cregan hisses and pulls the furs over you to cover up your bare chest.
âForgive me,â she mutters as she quickly closes the door behind her before she waltzs in and throws herself next to you on the bed. âI grew bored listening to all the maester had to tell me so I pretended I needed to talk to my husband.â
One would think you would be appalled that sheâs lying next to Cregan and you with nothing on but the furs keeping you warm, but, well in your time together, as youâve grown closer itâs just something you do and donât question. For one, Arra says she finds no romantic interest in Cregan, and heâs her husband under the old gods, secondly, she jokes that sheâs basically married to you too because of how much Cregan loves you, so itâs just like partners being in bed with one another; arra says.
As for Cregan and you, well, youâve grown accustomed to it, and to keep up appearances youâve chosen to find a taste for it.
âItâs one of the dreading days isnât it?â You query Arra knowingly. âThatâs why I pretend Astraea needs tending to. They donât bother me when I say Iâm with her.â
Arra rolls her eyes and Cregan frowns at the canopyââI really detest that I have to suffer through the Maesters dreadful lectures without you. Youâre my ward, you're meant to suffer with me.â
You snicker. âI suffered through enough of them with the previous Lady, and I will have to suffer through worse lectures in Kings Landing, Iâm taking advantage of your kindness.â
Arra snaps her head to you, and you meet her gaze and you both break into laughter.
âYou know we were in a conversation,â Cregan cuts in quite annoyed that your precious moments were so rudely interrupted.
You donât mind Arra barging and find it as an excuse to see Cregan later so you drag her in your conversation. âHe asked me what I would think about when I was young.â
Arra hums curiously and fixes herself to get comfortable, much to Creganâs protest.
âWell,â you finally share your long-awaited response. âWhen my head wasn't literally in the clouds or fantasizing about my desires, I would often think about my future. Who I would marry, where I would go, what would happen to me, and who I wanted to be.â
A silence lingers where both Arra and Cregan think about what you said and why someone young would have to think about something so serious so early on. They both grew curious about who it is you wanted to be before a future was chosen for you, but Cregan beats Arra to the question.
âWho is that you wanted to be?â
You sigh dreamily and rest your head on his shoulder first before you tell the tale you were forced to leave behind along with your childhood. âBesides wanting to be a sailor, or an explorer, or a singer, I wanted to be Queen, a kind one like great, great grandmother Queen Alyssane, and my ancestor Queen Rhaenys.â
âQueen?â Arra probes between a joke and a serious demeanor.
You nod softly. âI was the eldest, I thought it was my right, but wellâŠâ you trail off and leave it untouched because they know why your dreams werenât granted. Albeit you do defend yourself. âNot that I resent my brother, I never have, I kept dreaming after that dream was crushed.â You smile softly and that assures Cregan that he can poke at you now.
âWhat is it you wanted after that? To be a pirate? Isnât that something you asked to be?â
You laugh and nod against his chest, letting him wrap his arm around your head to press you against him. âYes well, besides that I dreamt of things I could never be, things I no longer crave becauseâŠmy feet around on the ground now, and because when I think about tomorrow I see the people I love beside me.â
Another silence follows and this time itâs not so tense, itâs comforting and full of sweet bliss. Arra breaks it and what she shares doesnât bring tension. âI was in crisis when I was young because I learned I fancied women, and then I hated the fact that I would have to marry a man.â
âI wanted to meet a giant that I thought lived far north,â Cregan shares and right away Arra and you share a knowing look because compared to Arra and you, that was such a sweet and weightless response. He doesnât seem to understand what his response meant though, so when Arra and you start laughing heâs just left puzzled.
âWhat is it? Iâm being serious, arenât you?â
ââ
*128 AC*
Screams fill the room while the sour metallic smell of blood begins to filter the room.
âCome on my Lady push! The babe is almost out!â The midwife instructs Arra.
Albeit Arra throws her head back and shakes her head. âI canât,â she cries out shakily. âI canât! It hurts! Please donât make me go on, please,â she begs with streams of tears mixing with the thick beads of sweat that bathe her face.
âArra,â you mumble and lean over to grab her jaw and tilt her head to the side so she can meet your gaze. âArra, I know it hurts, I know, but you have to keep going for your babe. If you donât then theyâll die,â you share the harsh truth so she can get inspired. âThe pain is almost over. I promise.â
Seeing and hearing her in pain is something you donât want to witness, you know the possibility of her outcome and it frightens you; not for selfish reasons, but rather because sheâs your friend, your best friend and you know how cruel childbirth can be and she doesnât deserve to suffer.
You want to be back to when it was just Cregan, you, and her, simple and serene times. Days when youâd sit under the old weirwood tree with her, and her lady paramour, Genevieve, and sing a sweet song to the babe still growing in her belly.
âSomething,â she stammers as she holds your gaze. âSomething feels wrong.â
You look up to meet the gaze of her handmaiden and lover and mirror a concerned look before you look at the abnormal amount of blood that is pooling around her.
âWe wonât let anything bad happen to you,â Genevieve assures her even if youâre both starting to know the cruel truth.
âPromise,â she continues to say in a way that doesnât involve the others but doesnât give away that her words are coming solely from her own aching heart.
âPush, my Lady, push!â They instruct again, and she listens, she puts as much effort as she can into delivering the babe that Cregan and her managed to make. However, she loses too much blood as the babe struggles to come out of her.
Arra doesn't even get to meet her son, she took her last breath as he cried for the first time, and your own heart wept at the realization.
But how does that compare to when you tell Cregan?
He didnât love her, itâs true, but he did care for her. She was his best friend since childhood, a close confidant, and his wife. Heâll be so heartbroken and you dread seeing more of his sorrow, he was already so distressed when she began to bleed more than normal. He had to leave the room at that momentâWhich in turn becomes an issue though because now no one can find him.
Albeit, you know where he is. Itâs obvious too. Itâs the only place he can think of going to at such a desperate moment. The Godswood.
âCregan,â you call out as you see him sitting on a tree trunk by the red-leafed Heart tree.
Said man looks up with gleaming eyes. You don't hesitate to approach him and crouch down in front of him. âItâs a boy,â you share with a faint smile but with melancholy, he doesn't miss but ignores, Cregan actually smiles at the ground and murmurs.
âRickon.â
You take his hands in yours and lose your smile as the dread of sharing the news begins to choke you, threatening you not to speak. Albeit he looks up at you and sees right through you again; he sees the tears stains on your cheeks, and the new tears that begin to form, and he knows he can no longer ignore the truth.
âNo,â he mutters and shakes his head. âNo, it cannot be true.â
You sniffle. âIâm sorry,â you whisper.
Cregan drops his head to hide his sorrow from you. After all these years he still hides his anguish, but now he doesnât put on a brave face and then hides away in his chambers, now he lets you see his vulnerability. He lets you comfort him.
âIâm sorry,â you repeat and begin to caress his back. âIâm sorry.â
Cregan drops his head on your shoulder, letting you slide your hands around his neck so you can gently caress him and accompany him in his grief. You wish you could stay like that for a while longer, but you can't be caught being so affectionate so when the others found him you could go on pretending.
You learned to get better at pretending. In the first year of your secret relationship, you were almost caught doing things friends shouldn't do too many times, luckily it didnât happen and a scandal didnât spreadâŠall because of Arra, she offered her aide then, she taught you how to be very discreet. Well, you were sneaky before, but you would get caught before, and because of her you didnât and wonât. She helped you a lot and now she's gone with nothing left to her but her bones, and baby Rickon.
However, how can a child stop your departure? You had made the excuse when the five years were up that you wanted to wait for Arra to give birth, and the Queen granted it, but now?
Now Arraâs gone and the babe is here, meaning you will leave soon. Youâll leave Cregan...
That's what hurts too, knowing that with Arraâs death, your time here has also come to an end. Youâll have to leave and faceâŠAemond.
Seven hells.
You exhale deeply and fall on your bed now that you are in your semi-sheer white nightgown. All the walls that surround you that you once thought dull and bland, and the ceiling above you that you hated looking at when you first got here will soon change for you. This freedom you have here will soon change to a never-ending pester. And the people are somewhat nice, they're certainly a lot nicer now than they were the first year, theyâre not racist anymore, but soon youâll be surrounded by creeps likeâŠAegon.
Albeit creeps like him exist even here at Winterfell so that wonât change that muchâThe silence at night though, that will change and youâll miss it tooâŠ
âDamn,â you grumble. âMaybe they should catch us together. Itâll be a bit of a scandal, but what of it?â You groan and sit up to push yourself off the end of your bed and walk to your balcony.
Perhaps the coldness is the one thing you wonât miss, but the silence? The tranquility? Cregan? You will miss him the mostâŠ
You sigh deeply again and fold your arms over the railing to rest your chin on your hands as you admire the empty street below. You let the silence linger for a moment before you begin to laugh quietly to yourself.
Once upon a time when you lived in Kings Landing, youâd look down at the streets below just past your window, and you'd see the calamity of everyday life and wish to be amongst it, now youâve found peace here and wish to stay here in this castle amongst the tranquility. Have you grown, or have you forced yourself to make peace with your life?
You donât know, so you sigh again and turn your head to the side, in that moment catching the rare blue winter rose in the corner of your railing.
A smile spreads on your lips and you rush over to pick it up, finding a small scroll around the stem. When you open it you see a small sentence; âmeet me in my quarters.â
Thatâs bold of him, but you donât argue, youâve found ways to sneak to him. You use the same methods now with no hesitation and find yourself in his quarters, but find him looking out his own balcony. When you make sure no one is approaching you break your silence.
âCregan?â You call out carefully, finding his still behavior odd.
Said man turns and you quickly add on. âAre you all right?â
The corner of his lips twitch to a slight smile. âRickon is the most precious thing ever.â He begins to walk to you, and you donât fail to head towards him as wellââYou have to meet him.â
You smile. âI have. Albeit our meeting was cut short. He looks like you though.â
âYou think?â He asks softly.
You nod as you meet right in the middle of his room. He takes no time to be sweet and grab your hands to wrap them with his warm ones.
âBaby Rickon makes me think ofâŠour own children.â He makes your heart skip a beat before it begins to race. His words are absurd, you canât be man and wife, but hearing him say those words makes it seem like a possibility.
âHair white as snow, kind eyes like yours,â he says and cups your cheek. âMighty children born of ice and fire.â
You canât help but let your smile widen, and lose your mind in the impossible for a moment. You come down from that dream and face a truth he doesnât want to see. However, instead of breaking his delusions, you let him dream because of his grief.
âHow are you doing Cregan?â You ask and avoid the topic. âBe honest.â
Said man averts his gaze and lets your hands fall before he then wanders to the side of his bed to take a seat. âI,â he interjects but pauses and drops his head.
Now that racing heart you felt slows down and sinks as you see the anguish he was trying not to show. You approach him and sink down beside him on his bed.
âI feel as if I could have done more,â he reveals and looks up to meet your gaze, letting you see the tears that gleam over his eyes. âI know I didnât love her as I possibly should have, but she was still my friend, and she died and I couldnât stop it.â
You shake your head and press your hand on the side of his neck to caress him gently. âIt wasnât your fault,â you comfort him. âYou did not do this. What happened to Arra unfortunately is normal. There was no preventing it. It was simply the Gods will. Iâm sorry.â
Cregan swallows thickly and drifts his gaze away again, letting you press his head against your chest to be able to embrace him and keep him close to your heart.
âNow what you can do to honor her memory is be Rickonâs father,â you add quietly. âHeâll need you, Cregan.â
Cregan pulls away and faces you with tears rolling down his cheeks. âI donât know how to be a father.â
âWho is?â You counter softly. âWe donât spend our lives training to be parents. Youâll struggle, everyone does, but youâll know one step at a time as life moves on. Be the father yours was to you,â you try to assure him as you cup his jaw.
Cregan holds your gaze for a lingering minute, his lips part and his gaze softens. He doesnât say anything for a moment that seems to go on for eternity, but then, just as you were growing insecure about what you said, he smiles before he steals a kiss from you.
âSee,â he breaks his silence and grabs your cheeks. âThis is why I love you. This is why youâd make a great Lady of Winterfell. Your kindness can melt the coldness that surrounds this land.â
You scoff softly and drop your eyes whilst you push his hands away and stand up off the bed. He lays down and watches you pace away.
âIâd also make a good Lady because I am stubborn, a good ruler needs that,â you play along, making him chuckle. However, you end your amusement fast and grow serious.
âBut you truly canât say that,â you mutter and grab the pillar of his bed to spin around and begin to walk to the other side. âYou canât say those things to me.â You remind him sharply.
âIf I put a babe in your belly theyâll send you back to me,â he suddenly blurts, causing you to stop just as you reach the other side of the bed to stare at him in disbelief.
âYouâll have no choice but to be my wife and Lady,â he adds the fire, but regardless of the heat that basks your face you pretend to be bothered and grab a pillow off his bed to throw at him. Albeit Cregan catches it and snickers.
âMy darling love,â he adds and then flips on his bed to crawl towards you. âIs that not your wish? Your greatest desire? I can put one in you now. Have you back with me in 60 days. â
âCregan,â you mumble and sigh with sadness knowing itâs not something that can happen. âYouâd know what would happen if you did. Aemond would come after you, my family would too.â
Cregan sits up on his knees before he grabs your hand and suddenly yanks you towards him on the bed, making you yelp as you grab onto his shoulders.
âWhat?â He counters. âYou don't think I can fight him?â He snickers and cups your face. âIâd do it. Iâd fight every fucking man in this world if it meant making you my wife.â
Itâs these words that only add to your ache about leaving, that only makes you swoon that much more for a man you canât have.
âI have toââ
âQuiet,â he interrupts you and covers your mouth, making you let out a muffled scoff and twist your face to demonstrate your discontent. âDonât say it,â he says, knowing that you were going to tell him you had to leave. âJust lay with me tonight.â He pulls his hand away from your mouth and pulls you down with him so you can lie right next to him on his bed.
You debate on dwelling on the matter, but if these are your last moments, then you want to appreciate them, so you donât bring up your fate and just let him gently stroke your exposed back with his fingers. You snuggle against his warm chest and embrace him, you donât think about anything but him in the comforting silence that blankets the two of you.
Itâs stupid of you, but you love him.
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*A COUPLE DAYS LATER*
Tonight is the last night youâll ever spend together. Tonight is the last night youâll see his beautiful face basked by the moon's soft light, tonight is the last night youâll touch his lips, laugh, and hear his sweet voice pour in your ear like honey. Tonight is the last night youâll be embraced by his warmth, itâs the last time youâll have his smell filter in your nose, itâs the last time you'll hear him laugh, and see his smile painted on his features.
Tonight is the last night you can be lovers before you have to act as mere strangers passing through the night. And heâs making the most of it, acting as if nothing is going to happen. You try to act as clueless as him, but the thoughts keep coming back.
âCregan,â you call out as he keeps walking deeper in the woods. âItâs far enough, and Itâs cold, perhaps we should go to your quarters.â
Cregan peers back briefly and flashes you an assuring smile. âNot much further, just catch up.â He waves you over, forcing you to pick up your pace in the fresh snow that blankets the ground tonight. However, you come to a quick stop at the same time Cregan does when a wolf's howl breaks out from very close by; or at least thatâs what it seems, maybe itâs your sudden fear that makes you hear it.
âCregan,â you whisper sharply and approach quickly to clutch onto his arm. âLetâs go back to our usual spot, come on. These arenât our grounds.â You look out to the depths of the woods to see if youâd find a pair of glowing eyes.
âThese are my grounds,â Cregan corrects you and reaches for your hand. âCome letâs get closer.â He tugs you further, but you instantly yank him back.
âAre you mad?â You argue in panic and slight judgment. âThere can be a pack of wolves out there.â
Cregan scoffs and grabs both of your hands to pull you towards him and counter. âAnd you have a dragon, donât be frightened.â
âAstraea wouldnât bite our faces off and shred us apart with her teeth,â you counter back louder. âThe wolves will, and Astraea can only get here so fast.â
Cregan shoots you a smirk, just a simple smirk before he lets your hands fall to run ahead without you.
âCregan?!â You shout as you stay put and watch as he reaches the top of the small hill before you lose his figure past some trees. âCregan, donât leave me alone!â
Seven hells!
Fucking manâŠ
You squint your gaze and take a step forward, but donât catch a glimpse of him. You just hear the sound of a wolf howling again, causing your heart to skip a beat before it starts to race as your fear heightens. âCregan!â You call out for him again. âDonât jest with me!â
You take another cautious step forward and stick your neck out, but still nothing.
Alas then, from the deafening silence, thereâs a scream that comes from Cregan up ahead.
The wolf got him!
Rather than being hesitant, you pick up your dress's skirt and run where you saw him disappear to even if thereâs a wolf close by.
âCregan?!â You cry out desperately and proceed to come to a stop when you donât see him or a wolf. âCregan?!â You grab onto the tree and turn your head from side to side, however, itâs at that exact moment that hands slap against your shoulders and a quiet âboo,â is whispered in your ear, causing you to yelp and spin around hastily.
And there in the shadows is Cregan, his gray eyes reflecting his joy, while his smile shines just as bright as the stars and the moon before his evil laugh fills the silence.
âWhy would you do that?!â You remark with anger before you try to shove him back. However, he catches your wrists in time.
Yet Creganâs feet arenât planted against the ground well, and the force you put behind your hit is strong, so he loses balance and falls backward, taking you along with him since he refuses to let go. When he hits the ground you scramble to get up, but the hill you fall on is steep, so you accidentally tumble and take him with you down the snow-covered hill.
He of course laughs the entire way down, but you find no amusement in what happened considering he had you worried sick.
âYou are cruel,â you grumble the moment you stop rolling and fall on him. âYou are a cruel man.â
You try to move to the side, but he grabs your hands and tugs you back down against him.
âIt was only a jest, my love,â he coos and grabs your face. âI just wanted to see something.â
You shoot him a glare and shake your head. âWhat? How bad I can get a heart attack? I thought you got hurt.â
âAnd you came running, Iâm honored,â he counters with a smirk before he pulls you in for a kiss. Albeit you pull away and smack his chest.
âIt wasnât funny, I was worried,â you mumble with a pout and turn your head away.
Cregan finds this more amusing so he lifts his head and tries to steal kisses from you, but you keep pushing him away and turning your head. When he finally has enough of you turning away he presses his hand against your back to flip you over with ease so he can be on top of you.
âDonât be angry with me,â he whispers. âItâs funny, laugh.â
You hold his gaze and feign a laugh, causing him to roll his eyes.
âWhat is it you wanted to show me?â You ask and lift your arms to grab his biceps. âMaybe that will change my mood?â
Cregan smiles softly and caresses your cheek. âIâm more than content staying right here, I love the view.â He tries to prolong this moment with sweet words that work to make you swoon.
âWell,â you whisper reluctantly. âMy view isnât terrible eitherâŠbut my ass is getting wet.â
Cregan feigns concern. âReally? Let me see.â
âPft,â you blow out and slide your hands down his arms to grab his hands.
âCome then,â he stops messing around and keeps your hand warm under his grasp as he pulls you with him. âLet me show you the world.â
No matter the impending doom, your grin widens and that fear vanishes completely, leaving only curiosity and glee where sorrow should be. Once you arrive at where he wanted to go you immediately know you shouldâve known better because this place isnât new, youâve been on the hill that overlooks Winterfell before. Many times actually itâs his favorite spot after all.
Regardless, the castle from higher ground is truly a beautiful sight with all the glimmering torch lights, and the moonlight dancing on the snow around the ancient grounds.
âSit,â he demands as he extends his cloak over the ground. âThis way you wonât have to get your pretty ass wet.â
You meet his gaze and snicker as you sit, letting him lie down in front of you so he can rest his head on your lap.
âIâll miss Winterfell,â you mention as you look at the castle below while you stroke his arm. âIn a month's time, itâs back to, âyes your Grace, no your Graceâ. Locked towers. The insufferable Ser Criston Cole who thinks heâs high and mighty, and my fucking uncle Aegon.â You groan in frustration.
âI can go beat him bloody,â Cregan offers.
You shake your head. âNo, itâs fine. I can handle him. Maybe show him a thing or two as well,â you say smugly, making Cregan smirk.
âThatâs my girl,â he says.
You smile down at him and lean down to steal a kiss from his pink lips, but he doesn't fail to ruin the moment.
âIf that place is such torture, then stay,â he doesnât suggest, or persuade you, heâs demanding now.
âAll your things are already here. I only need to ask your mother for your hand.â
Your smile drops, and you avert your gaze, not wanting to entertain this further. You want this to be a good last night.
âI may not be ecstatic to return to King's Landing, but I have to go see my grandfather the King, heâs clinging onto life,â you find an excuse that doesnât involve Aemond just yet. âI miss my family. I want to see my mother soon after I arrive. As well as my brothers, my cousins, all my family who I miss terribly.â You donât excuse yourself this time, itâs all coming from your heart's desire. You've been apart for so long and canât really fathom another year without seeing them.
You only wish you could see your father Laenor too.
âYouâll see them at your wedding to your prince,â Cregan grumbles. âSpeak the truth, you want to return to him.â
You swallow back the lump forming in your throat and then look down at him with your face contorted in slight annoyance and shock. âNo,â you argue back right away to assure him. âNo, AemondâŠheâs a stranger to me now. Weâre betrothed, he was my best friend, but he stopped sending ravens, he stopped caring. He means nothing more than a stranger does.â
Cregan sits up and turns to face you. âThen stay,â he insists. âIf he truly is a stranger then stay with me. Marry me. Donât leave me in agony.â
You sigh deeply and shake your head with a pitiful look on your face. âYou know I canât do that, itâs not that simple,â you argue for his sake and yours.
Cregan however, clenches his jaw and huffs out before adding to his argument. âI told you Iâd fight him. Iâll fight everyone that comes in my way.â
You canât let his words affect you now, no matter how fast it makes your heart race, or how hot your face burns as you grow flustered.
âWeâve kissed, weâve laid together, you are mine,â he presses passionately. âIâll kill him to prove it.â
âNo,â you quickly rebuttal, causing him to stiffen and furrow his eyebrows as he starts to believe the opposite of what you try to tell him.
âHe has the oldest dragon,â you press so he can listen to reason, while you grab Cregan's arms to keep him close. âHeâd kill you first. And if he does thenâŠâ you trail off and scoff. âThen what will become of me without you?â
Cregan pushes your hands away and stands up with a scowl twisted on his face. âI donât care because I hate the idea of him touching you, of him kissing you the way I kiss you. I fill with rage knowing heâll be inside you.â
Your body begins to burn with desire at his words, at the sound of his jealousy, but you donât let him tempt you, you just stand up and let him grab your cheeks.
âI donât want him to see you smile, or-or feel your comfort,â Cregan continues to recite beautiful words. âHe hurt you already,â he whispers and traces the scar on your face that Aemond accidentally left you with. âI just want you to be mine.â
You shiver at his gentle touch, you crave for more, but you still push him away. âIf thatâs so thenâŠâ you pause and let out a shaky sigh as your eyes fill with tears and that lump of emotions returns to crawl up your throat. ââŠI wish we had never become friends. I wish we had never met, or loved each other the way we doââ
âDonât say that,â he cuts you off and approaches you, but you step back.
âI donât want to be the bane of your existence Cregan,â you finish saying with tears rolling down your cheeks. âI told you before, that night we revealed ourselves to one another for the first time. And you,â you point. âYou were okay with it. You knew what was going to happen. You know Iâm stubborn, you knew nothing was going to change my fate.â You stifle your whimper and drop your head.
âLook at me,â he says sternly, making you lift your gaze to meet his gray eyes that brew like the angriest storm.
âIâd rather die tomorrow than spend a century without knowing you,â he says, making your breath catch. âYou will never be the bane of my existence. Never. Forgive me.â
He approaches you and you let him this time. âBut I just donât understand why you want to marry the prince. Do you not love me?â
You nod and cup his jaw to assure him. âI love you. I justâŠâ you hesitate. âI'm just afraid of losing you. If you win a fight for my hand, Aemond won't stop there, and I canât even breathe with the thought of living my life without you. Sure weâll be far from one another, but Iâll be content knowing your heart is beating, and that we are living under the same sky,â you whisper and lower one hand to press it against his chest to feel his heartbeat. âThat we share the same sun, that we look at the same moon and stars.â
You offer him a sad smile and he admires it while he swallows thickly, and lingers there stiffly for a moment before he suddenly pulls you in for a deep and passionate kiss that is cut too short.
âSo be it then,â he gives in as he pulls away. âIâll let you go without a fight. Iâll ache for you every day, Iâll love you from afar and want nothing but happiness for you, my sweet love,â he tries to assure you in the way you want to be assured even if the words he says are like bile in his mouth. He presses his forehead against yours and begins to caress your face while he smiles softly at you. âIf I hear that he hurt you Iâll march down there and kill him.â
You chuckle and feel tears stream down your cheeks. âOkay,â you whisper. âIâll write to you every week. Donât forget me.â
Cregan shakes his head and scoffs. âDonât speak madness woman, Iâd never forget you. Iâll write back every week. And if you donât get married 6 months from now I will go to your mother personally and ask for your hand.â
You beam at him and nod, knowing that youâll be married by then. âAll right. Okay. I like the sound of that.â
Cregan pulls his head back to take in the sight of your face he thinks is so enchantingly beautiful for a lingering moment before he slams his lips on yours to kiss you again with more passion before he canât ever again.
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*THE NEXT MORNING*
No matter how much you keep telling yourself it was going to happen, nothing could actually prepare you for leaving Cregan and Winterfell. You couldn't even sleep a wink or eat knowing that your life was going to change again.
All your friends, Cregan, and every aspect of this life as you know it is going to become nothing but good memories. Which is very hilarious considering you dreaded coming five years ago; now you donât want to part from it. Or him.
âFarewell, my friend,â you tell Rolf who is now a Knight, and now stands a foot over you; he was small when you first met.
âFarewell, Princess, may our paths cross again,â he redirects sweetly with a friendly smile.
You draw in a small shaky breath and nod before you step forward and surprise him with an embrace. âIf you ever find yourself at Kingâs Landing come find me, just say you want to talk to me.â You tell him softly.
Rolf tightens his arms around you and assures you. âOf course, Princess.â
You linger in the embrace for a moment longer hoping to drag on this interaction because once you part away the last person to say goodbye to is Cregan.
But no matter how much you fight it, the inevitable is already upon you. There was no avoiding it.
âFarewell, Lord Stark,â you say softly as if you were no more than friends, you donât even hide your tears even if theyâre really for the lover youâre leaving behind and canât kiss one last time, or tell him how much you love him.
âThank you for letting me stay, for making Winterfell my home.â
Cregan clenches his fist to resist himself from comforting you, from kissing you, and forcing you to stay. He holds himself back even if it pains him.
âFarewell,â he puts in a simple word with that stern voice he uses when heâs amongst his people. ââŠSweet Princess.â
He steps forward as he holds your gaze and reaches his hand out to ask for yours. You know what he wants and donât hesitate to give him your gloveless hand.
When your warm flesh touches his, he carefully embraces your hand with his and then pulls it towards his lips to press a friendly kiss on your knuckles.
You shiver at the feeling of his wet lips but continue to hold his gaze as if nothing. You let your hand linger in his and push yourself to add more to your final farewell. âWrite, Iâll be far but it doesnât mean we still canât maintain our friendship.â You smile and slowly pull your hand away to clasp it in front of you again.
âI will,â he assures you and then looks away for the first time since heâs walked you to your carriage to look back at one of the servants and give him a nod.
âI have something for you,â Cregan adds and meets your gaze again, piquing your curiosity. âA farewell present from me and Rickon.â
You slowly begin to grin and look at the servant who falls beside him and hands him a small wooden crate.
âI know how much you love these feline creatures so I want you to take one home,â he continues while motioning you closer with his eyes. When youâre a few inches away you look into the crate and see a small but chunky balled-up dark gray kitten.
âOh,â you muse and open the crate to carefully take it out. âHello, my beautiful friend.â
âItâs a piece of Winterfell to take with you,â Cregan interjects as he admires you comforting the kitten.
âDonât worry, Astraea wonât eat you,â you assure the kitten. âYouâll be friends, wonât you, Wolf?â You give the gray kitten a name that reminds you of Creganâs gray eyes. You then blink and look over at Cregan with a beaming grin. âThank you, Lord Stark. I love the gift. I shall love it, cherish it, and always keep it safe.â You exhale deeply and let your handmaidens take the crate as you step back towards your carriage that will take you to the harbor.
âFarwell once again,â you keep longing the interaction as much as you can.
âFarewell, Princess,â Cregan says one more time using your birth name and your old family name while he also clenches his hands into fists again.
You hope heâll keep interjecting with more but this time he doesnât ask for your hand, he doesnât hand you another present, this time itâs time to leave, thus, after one last lingering look you turn and walk to the carriage with tears forming in your eyes. Once you reach the steps, however, Cregan is there beside you, you meet his dark gray eyes for one last time and give him your hand again to let him cup it and help you up the two steps.
Before you can walk inside and close the door in front of him though, you linger there, you hold his comforting gaze even as Astraea lets out a soft cry in the distance. Neither of you want to pull away, but you have to, you have to leave, so you pull away first and walk in. You let the coach close the door before Cregan and minimize your view of his beautiful face.
The coach doesnât take long to depart from that spot it was stationed at after that, he doesnât know about your aching hearts, he doesnât know to slow down so you could look at Creganâs gray eyes and his pale face through the little gaps designed on the window for longer than a glimpse. The coach races out, making Creganâs figure disappear before your very eyes, and letting you see snow, endless blankets of snow.
You want to cry badly, but you canât, you donât want to give anything away, so you hold onto your kitten, Wolf, and let Astraea express your hidden sadness with her melancholy song as she follows the carriage.
Now onto the stranger who was once your best friend, but who is still your betrothed, Aemond.
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Chapter 3 Learn to join the dance
Chapter 3 of Moonlight
A/N- Are you guys enjoying it?
Warning- Swearing, ANGST, fluff!, LONG CHAPTER, talks of death.
Pairing- Cregan Stark x Velaryon!fem-reader, Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!fem-reader
Episode- Before 1x08
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âOh come on, damn thing.â
Footsteps approach, but theyâre quiet and cautious, and youâre too busy trying to climb a wall to pay attention to your surroundings. Itâs not until a voice cuts through the night breeze that youâre surprised by the unknown lurker.
âExcuse meâŠPrincess?â
Seven Hells.
You slowly drag your foot off the wall and slowly peer back, noticing that itâs the same young man from the gate when you were brought in.
He's far more handsome from up close thoughâŠ
âDo you require assistance?â He asks with his deep voice and a heavy northern accent.
âPerhaps,â you say cautiously, âcould you help climb over the wall?â
The man glances to the side and then blinks and looks at you. âWhat for?â He probes. âAre you leaving already?â
Someone's nosy.
âCan you help me or not?â You press in annoyance.
The man unclasps his hands from behind him and slowly begins to walk towards you, whilst the corner of his lips seems to be twitching as if he wants to smile.
Is he finding your agony and distress amusing?
âCould I know why it is that you wish to leave? You just got here.â
You let out an annoyed sigh and pull your hood off considering it didnât conceal you from onlookers. âNo,â you quip and see him stop just a foot away from you.
âLetâs see,â he drags on. âGive me a good reason why you wish to leave and I will help you climb over the wall or Iâll even help you past the gate.â He suggests with amusement, making you roll your eyes and shake your head softly.
âIâŠâ you pause as words begin to choke you up. Words you donât want to share. âI want to go home, my mother is getting married,â you put it simply without unraveling the emotional spiral behind those simple words.
The guy holds your gaze for a second, he clasps his hands in front of him and then looks around as if his next words are around the castle grounds.
Can he see right through you? Is that why heâs quiet?
âHome?â He quotes and meets your gaze, letting you see how his dark eyes gleam against the firelight in the distance. âIâm afraid thatâs not efficient.â
âNotââ You scoff in disbelief and turn around to shake your head and keep your cool.
Sure because finding out that Prince Daemon is now going to be your stepfather isnât efficient? It should be, itâs weird.
Nevertheless, you donât say that, you bite the inside of your cheek and look up at the sky. Albeit that turns out to be a mistake because itâs as if your father's face is painted within the stars.
âFine,â you grumble and grab onto a stone and lift your foot to step on another peeking out. âIâll do it myself.â
You climb only a step or two and then come sliding back down, making the guy snicker.
You snap your head back and pierce your glare into him. He catches the anger and annoyance and clears his throat and lifts his hands.
âI'm being serious princess, I will help if you tell me why it is you wish to leave this late.â He repeats his offer with a quick change in his expression that lets you know that he is being truthful.
But you donât want to just unveil yourself to a stranger that just came up to you. Yet there is something about this guy's dark eyes, something that tells you to trust him, that lets you trust him in this place you think is so forsaken.
Yet you canât utter the words.
âIâŠcouldnât go back home,â you blurt. âSheâthe Queen didn't let me turn back to go see him one last time, and now I never can because I was on my way here.â You exhale shakily and drop your head to hide your tears. âI donât want to be here,â you add much to your surprise. âI donât want to live far away from my mother and brothers, IâŠdonât want this royal burden on my shoulders, I donât want to live with the Queen either, I want to be with my fatherâŠbut I canât because heâs dead.â
Thatâs the first time youâre saying that out loud, accepting to yourself that your father is gone. Really, truly gone forever.
The letter from your mother said it was Ser Qarl, his secret paramour, she didnât say why, but you do know your father died burning. No one could recognize him, thatâs how bad it was. He died and you werenât there, the last time you saw him was on that stupid dock, now he's goneâŠand you couldnât be with him.
âI donât want to be a Princess,â you continue in a quivering voice. âI want to be free, not tied down. Thatâs why I want to leave. To get far away.â
The guy swallows thickly and blinks repeatedly before he parts his lips and very quietly shares sweet words. âIâm sorry.â
Besides your mother, he is the first person whoâs said that to you. And itâs not like people don't know, that kind of news gets shared, they just donât care. So hearing him say it makes your breath catch and your heart skip the gentlest beat.
âThank you,â you whisper.
The guy exhales softly and chooses to be sincere with you. âIf itâs any consolation, my father would tell me that being a ruler, high born, a lord, whatever it is, itâs not a burden, itâs a responsibility. If you treat it as such then youâll be good, if you donât then you fail. Do you wish to be a failure Princess Velaryon?â
You sniffle and shake your head. âNo,â you mutter.
The corner of his lips lift ever so slightly and he nods. âGood, now,â he breathes out and points his head back. âCome with me. Iâll show you how to look past that title you think of as a prison.â
You muster a smile and hesitate to follow. âWhy should I trust you? I donât know your name,â you remark.
The guy scoffs and flashes you a faint smile. âMy name is Cregan.â
Your smile falls and you stand up straight as you immediately recognize his name. âLord Stark,â you greet stiffly.
Cregan shakes his head. âIâm not a Lord yet,â he counters and pulls out his hand to offer it to you. âCome with me, Princess. Just because youâre a highborn lady doesnât mean that you have to be miserable.â
You pull your hand out and reach for his, but hesitate even though youâre tempted and inspired by his words.
He notices your hesitation right away and quickly remarks. âOr do you wish to be miserable and brood?â
No, that would be a nightmare.
âAll right,â you give in and place your hand on his, letting him walk you away from the wall and towards some dark corner of the castle. âShould I remind you that I have a dragon who can eat people?â You interject out of fear.
Cregan peers back and shows off a smirk. âShould I remind you to trust me?â
You hold his gaze for a moment until he turns to a door hidden behind moss, greenery, and leaves that leads outside the castle grounds and toward the woods.
âCan I ask how it is that you got that scar?â Cregan breaks the night's silence whilst he leads you towards the woods. âIt looks fresh.â
You grip tighter onto him as you enter the darkness and quickly defend Aemond, âIt was an accident,â you quickly defend Aemond. âI tried to stop a fight but I just got in the way and ended up getting hurt.â
He hums and nods.
âWhere are you taking me?â You return the subject to what matters as you see nothing but a void of darkness.
âWeâre not far,â he assures you. âCome. I promise it will be fun.â
âIs it hunting?â You just randomly share a thought that came to mind. âIâve always wanted to learn how to hunt with a bow and arrow, but my Septa says that itâs not ladylike.â You share and roll your eyes in annoyance.
Cregan peers back and slightly narrows his eyes before he snorts. âWhy would we go hunting at this time?â
You shrug. âI donât know, it was a thought.â
Cregan chuckles. âWell if you wish to hunt owls then we could.â
Your eyes widen. âReally?â You press with a growing smile.
Cregan meets your gaze and stifles his laugh as he shakes his head, causing you to groan and push him away. He laughs harder and points ahead. This time you catch a dancing light in the distance, and as you get closer you notice people hanging around a fire, you hear their laughter and conversation and it all begins to excite you as well as get you a bit nervous.
Every time youâve snuck out of bed at King's Landing, you could only go to the roofs, you never could be with anyone else besides Aemond, so this is a welcoming change, it seems more fun. However, itâs also because thereâs people that you don't know that you grow nervous too and come to a stop, making Cregan come to a stop as well. âAre you sure it's fine I come?â You make sure to ask.
Cregan doesnât hesitate to answer and nods. âYes, it is, trust me. Come, meet my friends.â
You carefully follow behind him so they donât notice you right away, but the further you walk out the more noticeable you get until thereâs no shadows or any part of the shield guiding you that hides you. The firelight shines on you, your unique silver-white hair, your gown made from the finest lilac and deep blue colored silks and all smiles fall as all the bodies grow stiff and uncomfortable as it takes no time to recognize you.
âIâm sorry to intrude,â you immediately interject nervously and avert your gaze to announce your name and title, but end up trailing off to a pause.
âSheâs with me,â Cregan fills your silence. âLetâs show her a good time, yes? Sheâs one of us now.â
Seven hells you hate feeling this way. Itâs so stupid!
âCome,â Cregan motions you to him where he proceeds to introduce you to his friends who happen to all be just men around his age and yours. Which isnât horrible, they remind you of your brothers, of Aemond, and even Aegon. Yes, even fucking Aegon!
They take some time, but soon grow comfortable around you and finally show their kind sides.
âWine?â One of his friends named Rolf with the reddest head of hair asks.
You glance at the drink cautiously and slowly take it from his hand.
Youâve only drank it twice in your life; once because of Aegon, and the other because of yourâŠfather. You hated the taste both times.
And the third is no different.
âYep,â you groan and crinkle your nose in disgust. âThatâs still not good.â
The boys burst out laughing at your reaction and Rolf pokes at you. âSorry, itâs not the fancy wine youâre used to Princess.â
You roll your eyes.
âYouâll grow to like it,â Cregan interjects a lot kinder. âGive it here, you canât let it go to waste.â He motions for the cup, but you donât pass it right away because itâs your cup. He wants to share your cupâŠ
WellâŠ
âYouâll drink it?â He presses.
Maybe sharing cups doesnât hold the same meaning so far north, so you hand it to him and watch him sit right across from you, leaving the fire in between you, and leaving you uneasy because heâs so distant after heâs the one that brought you here and the only one you trust.
After all, this is a new land for you, undiscovered territory to your mind and very eyes. These are new people that make you grow shy, which isn't like you. You don't like it but you canât help it. You canât help feeling small for so long until suddenly you meet the only gaze youâre familiar with across the flames that dance in the middle.
His friends begin to tell ridiculous stories to try and impress you, but Cregan and you continue to just look at one another as if youâre the only ones there.
And itâs not until his friends grow drunker and begin to sing and dance that you get swept up by the moment and feel drunk yourself even if you had the single sip of wine. You smile and laugh, you clap along to their songs, and feel happy for the first time since learning of your father's passing.
âCome dance with me, princess,â Rolf asks.
You meet his green eyes and shake your head. âI canât. I donât know how to dance to these songs.â
He snorts. âDonât you take dancing classes?â
You nod and he chuckles at the ground before he smiles brighter. âIâll show you this dance then,â he tries to assure you.
You reach over for his hand but hesitate for a second until you remember what Cregan had just told you about living, and make yourself take Rolfâs hand.
The boy then takes no time tugging and spinning you around with him. He doesnât fail to make you laugh and enjoy the night.
You didnât want to stop dancing from there on out, but you grew tired quickly so you sat back down across Cregan. And once again you canât help but meet his gaze, finding yourself feeling intrigued by him once again and that feeling is kind of exhilarating, your heart races again but now you also feel giddy. This time you offer him a soft smile as he sits across from you, and Cregan smiles back with a smile brighter than the flames.
ââ
*3 YEARS LATER*
Life in Winterfell hasnât turned out to be as dull as you initially thought, or as bland as the stone walls that surround you. Especially with this mutiny happening.
âWhat's the meaning of this?â Lord Bennard asks as he takes a seat on the wooden throne at the end of the hall without hesitation and as if he didn't expect it. âWho called this meeting?â He presses with his black eyes searching the crowd before he finds his sons and the maester standing below the steps for an answer.
Murmurs spread around the room in confusion as the people gathered around the hall also don't know why they needed to be gathered around. You did albeit, you know the Lord's time on that throne has been long overdue. He knows that fact too, but he acts oblivious as heâs too driven by power.
âMe, I called the meeting uncle,â the answer interjects from the entrance, making the lord on the chair stiffen while the corner of your lips tug to a faint smirk, and your eyes drift to Cregan walking further in the hall wearing his silver armor, holding his great dark stealed Valyrian sword called Ice in hand, and wearing a stern expression that made his gray eyes brew like a powerful stormâŠand made your heart flutter.
He slowly stalks inside with an army of his men behind him, like a pack of wolves stalking their prey. His eyes then find you hidden amongst the crowd and your breath catches, but he doesnât see that so you offer him a deeper smirk. And like always he doesnât break that serious expression he carries, he never does in public, no.
Now that heâs older, as heâs ascending to his rightful place as Lord, he chooses to look stern to his people, but after years of living together and of being friends, you know him better, you make him smile in private.
âYour time as Lord has come to an end uncle. Stand down now,â Cregan booms out as he continues his path to his throne.
You follow him to the throne as you remain hidden within the crowd and never lose sight of his intimidating figure.
âIâm not dead yet boy,â Lord Bennard counters and digs his nails in the armrest.
You roll your eyes at his defiance, whilst you fold your arms over your chest as you continue to watch and judge the man.
Cregan raises his chin and stops as he reaches the bottom of the steps that lead to the throne his uncle sits on. âNo, nor do I want you to meet such a fate out of respect for my father, your brother,â he argues. âBut if you donât give me what rightfully belongs to me then I will have no other choice but to show your sons what happens to traitors.â
Seeing this fight now actually makes you happy that you donât have to inherit Driftmark, and makes you not even want to entertain the idea of fighting for the Throne that should have been passed to you. Youâre fine now with what youâll inherit.
âStand down,â Cregan repeats and lifts his sword to point at his uncle, causing the Lord's sons to unsheath their own swords to point at Cregan.
âStubborn man isnât he?â Rolf whispers as he falls by you.
You keep your eyes on Cregan and hum softly. âArenât they all?â You remark. âBut the old Lord is a coward, he wouldnât dare fight Cregan.â
Rolf scoffs. âWho would? Only a fool.â
You smile softly in agreement and keep quiet to hear Cregan feign a chuckle. âI see,â he mutters and nods slowly. âWell. I wonât shed unnecessary blood, cousins. But if you, uncle, refuse to stand down then I have no choice, guardsâŠarrest Bennard, Benjen, Brandon, and Elric Stark.â
The old and stubborn lord scoffs and shakes his head. âI am the Lord of this castle, stand down guards! And arrest Cregan and his friends! And lock Princess Velaryon in her chambers, this is no place for her.â
The guard appointed to you by your mother, and Rolf beside you pull out their swords, whilst you also reach for your hidden blade as the two guards loyal to Lord Bennard try to storm to you.
âTouch her,â Cregan counters immediately. âAnd I will cut all your hands off. Sheâs not yours to order around.â
The guards halt mid-way to you and look back at their Lord.
âArrest my uncle,â Cregan repeats and puts his sword down.
The guards behind him break away from their spot and charge at Lord Bennard and his sons. The two guards try to fight back, but they easily get unarmed. The sons try to fight back too, but Cregan's look alone makes them stand down, leaving a clear path to Lord Bennard.
âI am sorry it had to come to this Uncle,â Cregan spats as he climbs the stairs and the guards pull Lord Bennard off the throne. âI hope you remember I showed you mercy.â
Lord Bennard gets yanked away with his sons, but he still finds a moment to argue out of spite. âThis is what you call mercy? Having your uncle arrested?â
Cregan huffs. âYes. If you wish to meet a different fate, speak now.â
Lord Bennard clenches his jaw and stops squirming. Without anything else to add the guards take him, his sons, and the guards away, leaving the room quiet as if everyone was holding their breath so they could focus on Cregan as he stops before the throne.
And now that no guards try to threaten you, you push through the crowd and stand at the front to watch Cregan as he touches the throne his father once sat on.
âLord Cregan Stark!â You're the first one to cheer.
âLord Cregan Stark!â Rolf follows by saying and then lifts his swords in the air.
âLord Cregan Stark!â Some people echo before mirroring Rolfâs actions.
âLord Cregan!â Others follow by saying, filling the room with support for the true Lord of Winterfell and the North, and making the man exhale deeply before he turns and sits on the throne once and for all with his chin high, and his expression serious and intimidating to spread fear to those who even entertain the idea of siding Lord Bennard. You, albeit grin regardless of his expression and clap your hands together out of joy.
Cregan hears you and quickly finds you first amongst the crowd, making his lips twitch to that rare smile he doesnât let just anyone see, and you canât help the heat that takes over your face; no matter how higher ranked you are, no matter how hidden you are, or what he is to you.
However, that slight, faintest smile you only saw vanishes, and his eyes dart to someone on the other side of the crowd. You follow his line of gaze and see him look at a young lady with beautiful long dark brown hair, with the most mesmerizing dark eyes, and the softest and palest skin.
She flashes him a flirty smile that makes your faint smile vanish and makes you lower your hands.
He quickly looks back at you again and swallows thickly. The young lady catches his wavered attention and searches for what his gaze fixated on and finds you, the princess, daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen, the Siren of Driftmark, and the most beautiful rose the North possesses.
Yet when you feel her curious gaze and slowly lock eyes across the room she doesnât seem discontent, or caught off guard. She might mask her displeasure well, but she smiles at you, while other feelings begin to infiltrate through you, a feeling so intense that it makes your stomach begin to twist with a bitter feeling, something venomous and new. Yet you can identify what it is exactlyâŠ
MaybeâŠjealousy?
Stupid and unnecessary jealousy.
The crush you have on Cregan is stupid, it grew when you were young and stupid and it will lead to nothing. Your friendship will remain as it is because heâs your friend and youâre promised to another, to Aemond, your best friend, and a man youâreâŠeager to marryâeven if he stopped writing a year ago and no longer responds to any of your ravens.
Youâre just a wardâno, you were a ward because that lady is no longer the Lady of the North, so youâll be returning to King's Landing soon. Away from Cregan.
Your crush means nothing.
âCome,â Rolf cuts you off from your train of thought and the shattering of your illusions. âHeâll make oaths now in front of the Heart Tree.â
You flash Cregan a strained smile before you look away and exhale deeply, and frown.
Heâs just a friend, the longing looks you share every night means nothing.
ââ
*LATER THAT NIGHT*
That girlâŠwho might she be? She seems familiar, it feels like youâve seen her once or twice over the past three years, but your mind canât fully recall.
Why did she smile at him like that? And why did he look so nervous about it?
Has he mentioned her before?
She's very pretty. She looks like a true Northerner, something youâre not.
Sheâs like him, youâre not.
ButâŠhe doesn't smile at her the way he smiles at you, and you don't mean smile with his lips so the entire North can see, you mean smile with his gray eyes that shine brighter when he finds you in the crowd of people, when you tell a particularly funny joke when youâre surrounded by others, or when he simply just looks at you.
And yes, you do see the way he looks at you, you pay attention to everything happening around you here in Winterfell, you have to because youâre not in the safety of your home after all, so you know well he looks at you in the way you always wanted to be looked at. He looks at you the way Ser Harwin looked at your mother all the time. You also feel the tension, you know you pass lingering looks with one another. ButâŠit doesnât matter because it has never been acted upon because itâs a stupid crush and he knows youâre promised to another.
Thatâs why she shouldnât matter. Whoever she is.
You like Aemond, you love Aemond. YesâŠ
You draw out a deep sigh and gently stroke the barn cat on your lap, whilst your handmaidens help you prepare for bed. You then look away from the cat on your lap and look out the balcony to look at the starry sky, and itâs as you do that you notice something hidden in the shadows of the night, a single rare Blue Winter rose on the railing of your balcony, meaning only one thing, Cregan wants to talk tonight.
You smile regardless of your running thoughts just a few seconds ago and lift your head to address the girls. âAll right girls thatâs it for tonight, thank you and goodnight.â
You have no idea what it is they were doing, you werenât paying attention, but it doesnât matter.
âAre you sure?â One of your handmaidens double-checks.
You nod quickly as you put the cat down and push yourself up from the chair in front of the vanity to face them with a sweet innocent smile. âGoodnight ladies. See you on the Morrow.â
The three handmaidens share a puzzled look with one another, but they donât fail to listen and do as you ask of them.
Itâs only when their footsteps recede down the hall that you spin around on your heels and rush over to pull your cloak out of your closet. Usually, Cregan tells you to meet him beforehand, or he leaves the beautiful winter rose on your balcony earlier so you know to change out of your nightgown, but today was one of the times he didnât inform you with timeâNot like you actually care that youâre in your nightgown albeit. He doesnât either.
Therefore, after you blow off some candles that light your quarters, you climb down the greenery thatâs underneath your balcony and sneak away to your meeting spot with Cregan that's past the castle walls.
However, when you get where you need to be heâs not hereâŠ
Heâs always here first.
Perhaps he just got caught up. He should be celebrating over his acesention anyway. Youâll wait for himâŠhere in the dark woodsâŠall alone.
You swallow thickly and scan the area with the inside of your cheek between your teeth.
Moments of pure silence pass before suddenly you're startled by twigs snapping behind you. When you immediately turn around you see nothing.
Its nothing! You exhale deeply out of relief.
However, just as that fear is passing, arms slap on your shoulders and a quiet âboo,â is said by your ear, causing you to jump and quickly spin around. Thatâs when you see Cregan. He was the one that scared you like a creep.
âWhatâs your problem,â you sneer and shove Cregan back as he bursts out laughing. âYou frightened me!â
You reach over to push him back again, but he then catches your wrists and shakes his head. âIâm Lord Cregan now, you canât do that,â he says quite quieter than usual.
You shoot him a glare and pull your arms away to counter back sassily. âAnd Iâm a Princess, I outrank you, so I can do as I please, Lord Cregan,â you tease and curtsy.
Cregan scoffs and rolls his eyes. âDonât do that,â he addresses your curtsy.
You chuckle and clasp your hands behind you while you pull your lips to a happy smile. âNow really, why arenât you celebrating with your friends? I would have imagined you would be drinking now.â
Cregan flashes you a smile and quickly argues back. âI am celebrating with you, my friend.â
You hum and turn to walk deeper into the woods, causing Cregan to follow right beside you. âI suppose,â you interject a bit quieter but with none of that teasing tone he greeted you with.
âThis might be our last night with each other.â You mention and lose your smile before drifting your eyes over to him, which ends up with you meeting his gaze right away since he is already looking at you. âWith Lady Karstark no longer Lady of Winterfell, I have no place here, Iâll depart to Kingâs Landing shortly and live with the insufferable Queen.â
Cregan holds your gaze and without hesitation brings up an unheard-of plan, âor you can stay until you have to leave in two years. I am Lord, I can say the word and youâll stay.â
You scoff and shake your head. âNo, I wonât. You know why, youâre a man and Iâm a woman, I canât be your ward. Nor will I reduce myself to being your cupbearer.â
Cregan drops his gaze and doesnât say anything on the matter, you donât press him either. Instead, you smile at him and hook your arm around his. âI will say that being here has been good, itâs been the best years of my life. Iâve learned a lot.â
Creganâs lips pull to a faint smile before he meets your gaze to share that soft look. âSo are you saying youâd stay?â He queries.
You giggle and shrug. âWell, I do miss the warmth. And the ocean.â
Cregan chuckles. âI could take you to see the ocean. I could find hot springs for you so youâd be warm. Even lasso the sun and have it shine over the castle.â
You giggle softly and feel glad he canât see how hot your face is burning.
âOr what?â He quips. âDo you still want to leave? Explore this world? Be free?â
He remembers.
âI have everything donât I? I have wealth, Iâm a Princess, I have a dragon.â You share a completely different mindset than what you had three years ago when you were both strangers.
âWhat else could I want?â You mutter.
If your younger self heard you now sheâd be shocked and in disbelief. Mad too that your dreams were robbed from your hearts chamber.
âBut?â Cregan presses. He knows you too well.
âBut,â you add and look up at the sky. âNothingâŠâ
Your younger self need not worry because the part of you that wants to see the world, that wants to fly in the endless sky with your dragon still lives within you. Youâre just learning to push her away. Slowly.
So regardless of that, Cregan keeps his gaze on you regardless of your answer, he watches as you admire the sky with a gleaming gaze. He knows you now, he knows that you still dream of being far, and he knows you want more, you have yet to learn what heâs been trying to teach you, to accept what you are, find what you want with what you have. Because itâs there, what you seek, you just need to learn to see it as he has. He can show you though.
âI want to show you something,â Cregan interjects, intriguing your curiosity.
âWhat?â You query with a giddy smile.
âNot here,â he says and stops to face you.
You begin to squint your gaze on him and he continues.
âItâs close. Albeit if we want to make it back by sunrise weâŠâ he pauses and licks his lips. âWe need to take your dragon.â
You grow even more intrigued now. âAstraea?â You probe with a giddy grin. âYou want us to go on dragonback?â
Cregan hesitates but eventually nods. âIt will be worth it.â
ââ
*LATER*
Perhaps this was a dream, Cregan riding on Astraea with you.
Perhaps you need to be more wary of why you keep flying further north, why in the distance is the notorious wall that keeps away the wildlings, and what lies further North.
Yet, even if it is a dream, itâs the most amazing dream youâve had and one you never want to wake up from. For one, Cregan for some reason wants to ride behind you. Two, the big beautiful white moon glows against the dark night sky, and three, the sky from this part of this world seems endless like the sea. If you could, you'd just keep flying.
However, the moment you get close to the tall ice wall, Cregan tells you to land. You don't question him even if you should and just nudge the handles on the saddle down so Astraea can land on the ground.
Albeit just as your purple dragon tilts, Cregan interjects. âNo, on the wall. Land on the wall if you can.â
You peer back at him to meet his gaze and show your doubt.
âTrust me,â he assures you.
You hesitate for a second before you exhale and nudge Astraea up, causing her to change course and instead swoop back up. When she lands on the wall, Cregan carefully climbs down first, and you hesitate to get down now, feeling all eagerness blown away by the sharp and icy that run so high up.
âCome on now,â Cregan encourages you.
You tighten your grip on the handles and narrow your gaze to share a quizzical look with Cregan. âWhatâs the meaning of this? Why have you flown with me? No one ever does. Why are we here?â You press with suspicion.
Cregan scoffs in amusement and just waves you down again. âJust climb down Princess youâll see.â
You look down at the wall that stands probably thousands of feet from the ground and question if you really want to stand on it.
What if it just breaks? Or if something more horrible happens?
YettâŠCregan says to trust him, and you do, he wonât hurt youâyou hopeâŠwhat if heâs actually crazy?
DamnâŠ
You let go of the handles and swing your foot over the saddle to climb down to the wall. â<Stay,>â you command Astraea in High Valyrian and then face the man who promised safety. âNow,â you add with a questioning look. âTell me why you brought me here. Are we running away?â
You know it wasnât a possibility, he cares too much about his people and his responsibility as Lord, but it doesnât hurt to ask.
âNo,â Cregan shakes his head.
You furrow your eyebrows and narrow your gaze further. âThen?â You press. âWhyââ
âJust come,â he cuts you off and grabs your hand to pull you away from the safety of your dragon side to drag you with him towards the other edge of the wall.
âCregan,â you call out in a shaky voice. âWhat are you doing? Itâs tooââ
âYou fly a dragon, and said you climbed on the roofs of your castle,â he cuts you off again. âWhatâs the difference?â
You dig your heels into the ground to stop him from moving you and yank your arm away from his grasp so he wonât move you any closer. âWhatâs the difference?â You counter and throw your arms out. âMy dragon keeps me safe, she wouldnât let me fall! And the roofs curved! This-this is just flat! What if we slip? No.â You shake your head. âI wonât go closer.â
Cregan rolls his eyes and sighs before he stomps over to you. âI wonât let you fall,â he adds for assurance but itâs not so assuring. âIâll be with you, grabbing you the entire time. I just want you to see what lies beyond the wall. I just want you to feel what you seek.â
Right away that fear begins to fade away and disbelief eases your hardened gaze but also brings curiosity that makes you approach him.
Cregan smiles softly at your willingness. âClose your eyes and donât open until I tell you.â He tells you as he takes your hand.
Without a doubt, you shut your eyes and let him walk you further ahead. You trust him and donât stop now, you just grip tighter onto him as the wind keeps trying to push you back.
He eventually brings you to stop and you want to open your eyes, but he stops you. âNot yet.â
You draw out a small and inpatient breath, but also begin to feel your heart race with how nervous you actually feel because of this anticipation he fills you with. He then proceeds to walk behind you without letting go, and you grab onto him as he slides his hand over to hold the other one so he can also grab your waist.
The touch makes your breath catch and tempts you to open your eyes to look at his hand on your wrist, but you keep strong and keep them closed, instead, you just think of his touch.
âOkay,â he whispers in your ear. âOpen your eyes now.â
You do as he says and immediately gasp as you see the land that resides beyond the great ice wall, as you see how peaceful and hauntingly beautiful it all looks. You smile with awe as you see how the ice and snow glimmer, how tall the mountains stand, and how small the tall trees look from here.
Now that that land further north seems truly endless, yours and everything youâve seen feels small in comparison.
Now as the wind tries to push you back all you can do is let your body go because Cregan is behind you, because at this very moment, you finally feel what youâve sought for, freedom.
As the wind pushes you back, as you dangle off the ledge you feel free.
âIs it everything you've ever hoped for?â Cregan asks softly. âI know I truly canât give you what your heart desires, but does this satisfy your desire?â
You nod softly and muse. âIt does.â
Will that last though?
You'll see.
âYou aren't trapped princess,â he adds. âPerhaps youâre not as free as youâd want to be, but you are free to do what you please because of your title as Princess. You just need to learn how to take control of it from your position.â
You hum softly and drift your gaze to the corner of your eyes to meet his gaze, noticing how insanely close you are now. You can feel his breath unfurl over your skin, and feel the warmth of his lips behind your ear.
âWill you show me?â You whisper unwarrantedly, your desire just took over. âLike you did now.â
Cregan glances at your lips and then meets your gaze and nods. âI can.â He assures you.
You smile softly, and then steal a glance at his lips. You let your gaze linger there for a second, whilst his own gaze lingers on your own lips, albeit he doesnât look away like you do, he watches you move them to ask him a question. âWhat do you want? We always ask about me, but what about you? I mean besides wanting to be Lord, is there something else?â
Cregan lets out a soft breath and nods. âYou,â he answers without a minute to think, causing you to gasp out of disbelief because youâre actually hearing him admit it.
This goes far beyond your wildest dreams. You canât believe youâre hearing it, and you turn around without thinking about the ledge to look at him with that disbelief.
Cregan swiftly pulls you away from the ledge whilst he continues to explain it to your disbelieved heart. âI try, I try with all my might to stop thinking about you, butâ he pauses and shakes his head. âI canât. Ever since I met you I knew you were special, that you were meant to be mine. And I know you feel what I do, thereâs no need denying it.â
You bite the inside of your cheek and shake your head before you counter. âBut you canât. Iâm promised to another.â
âAnd Iâm to be married to someone elseâŠâ
What?
Itâs that lady, isnât it?
âWho?â You ask right away, letting your jealousy show.
Cregan swallows thickly and averts his gaze. âLady Arra Norrey. My father made a promise to hers, one I canât break. But she means nothing, we will perform our duties, but thatâs it because I want you.â He tries to assure your worry whilst he reaches for your cheeks.
However, you push his hands away and shake your head.âI can't do that to her. I,â you scoff and turn away from him. âNo matter how much I burn for you I canât.â
Creganâs breath catches at your confession, encouraging him to reach for your arm and pull you around to face him. âShe knows. She knows. You wonât hurt her.â
And that smile she gave him? That nervous look he gave you?
âI saw it,â you blurt and push his arm away.
âSaw what, my darling?â He presses.
You draw in a deep breath. âHer smile,â you breathe out. âWill you tell me she feels nothing for you? Can you tell me that?â You ask and meet his gaze with tears forming in your eyes.
Cregan stays quiet for a moment before he shrugs. âI canât control what she feels, but she knows, thatâs all that matters. Sheâll keep our secret.â He then reaches for your cheeks again and you let him cup them this time. âSheâll let you be her ward so you can stay.â
âStay?â You repeat. âI wonât stay forever Cregan. Iâm destined to leave two years from now. What then? We pretend like it never happened? How do you expect me to leave then?â
âThen we part ways,â he mutters. âYou marry your prince, I stay here, at least Iâll be satisfied knowing I lived some of my life with you. Canât you say the same? Isnât that what you want? Freedom? Donât torture me by leaving now.â He says beautiful words you never thought him capable of before he presses his forehead against yours and begins to caress your cheeks. âEnd my agony,â he continues to tug at your heart. âAnd be mine for however long we have.â
Itâll hurt far worse when you leave, knowing youâll never see him again, but he makes your heart flutter, he fills you with happiness because he tries to give you what you want with what you have. He watches you the way you want to be looked at, he cares for you and makes you burn.
You want him and you want control of your own life, freedom. Going back to King's landing now will bring that to an end, Cregan is willing to give you that and so much more. The pain will be worth it.
âOkay,â you give in foolishly perhaps. âOkay. Let me be yours for however long we have.â You grin and glance at his lips whilst you cup his jaw.
Cregan beams at you and without hesitation, he pulls you in for your first kiss, for a deep and passionate kiss that sets you on fire.
The taste of his lips makes you melt into his hands. Once again you feel free, and now itâs with him.
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