#misguidedwinter

All the Lords had gone home for the winter, so you were alone with Aemond…

And that gave you goosebumps, he clearly did not respect you enough to leave if you told him to, and he obviously didn’t respect Cregan either.

And he was a temperamental man with the most powerful dragon in the world.

So you tried to show yourself pliant, but also serious

But it was hard

The lunch was quickly turning uncomfortable, for example, he didn’t even dare to look at Sara, like she was beneath him, not even paying attention if she said something to contribute to the conversation, Cregan noticed and he became angrier by the minute.

Cregan had never seen Rhaenys before, but she imposed respect, he could tell, but Aemond demanded it, and sometimes respect was not given just because. 

Thelma came in with a tray with stew, and your eyes shined bright because it became your favorite dish, and she knew it

“My favorite”, you said with a wide smile

“For you darling”, she said with a wink, she squeezed your shoulder with a smile for you, Cregan thanked her for the food and she left.

“Apparently, you are not the only one with favorites”, said Cregan, looking at you with a sneaky smile and you blushed

“I can’t never make her cook my favorite!”, whined Sara

“Interesting company you keep here in Winterfell”, Aemond muttered, interrupting you all, “bastards, cooks”, he said looking right at you, you heard Sara drop the spoon on her plate, looking at everyone but you and Aemond

“What is wrong with that?”, you asked then, angry

“You are not wearing the dress I got you, nor the jewelry”, he said, changing the subject, he tried one spoonful of the stew, he had a disgusted frown on his face, and then he left it to the side, good, he could starve for all you care

“The fabrics are nice but they are uncomfortable for this weather”, you pointed out, even though you wouldn’t wear them even if it was summer 

“If you don’t want to wear them because you fear Stark might feel poorly because he can’t give you things like that”, he whispered, but you all heard him clearly, “I’m sure he will understand”

If looks could kill, Aemond would be dead… killed by Cregan

“My wife can wear anything she pleases”, he said through gritted teeth, “if she wants dresses like that I will have them made for her”

“I don’t”, you assured him, and he gave you a sweet smile before he turned to Aemond again

“I bet you can”, mocked Aemond

You started to feel suffocated and you saw the animosity between them, and you couldn’t believe it, you didn’t want Aemond here, he was clearly not respecting your marriage, he still wanted… you didn’t even know what he wanted at this point

Your eyes met Sara’s and she gave you a reassuring smile, then you catched Cregan’s gaze on you, he seemed to be analyzing you, figuring out if fancy dresses and jewelry whose price could feed all the people in the north was truly what you wanted. 

It was not, and you wanted him to know that

You wanted to dress in “rags”, and be comfortable like you had been recently

“They say your swordsmanship is legendary”, Aemond said, looking at Cregan in front of him

“I don’t know about that”

“Well, to have beaten your own uncle and cousins for control of the North it must have been”, you looked in panic at Cregan and at Sara, who looked back at you wide-eyed

You knew the story, a bit of it, When Cregan’s father died he was very young, his uncle stepped in for him, as Lord Regent, but he liked the power, Cregan had to fight to regain control of the North, he wanted to send his uncle to the Wall, which he refused, so he had to have him executed, and is cousins who aid him in taking Winterfell.

He had another uncle left, who presided over your wedding, and another set of cousins that you met in the celebration, but still… if it wasn’t for the former betrayal and the trial, Cregan could have easily become a “Kinslayer”, the darkest, more awful title you could possess

“Not as good as yours, I’ve been told”, he said calmly, keeping his composure, “you are the best in King’s Landing”, he said, “or at least that is what I’ve heard”

“Maybe we should put it to a test”, he said

“That would not please me”, you said hastily, gaining the attention of both men, “at all”, you don’t know where you find the courage to say that, but you did

“Don’t worry, wife, I’m sure Prince Aemond is an honorable sparring partner”, Cregan said, squinting his eyes

“I’m not”, Sara whispered, but we could hear her. Aemond chuckled darkly, looking at Sara just like he looked at Jacaerys when he gave that horrid toast at that dinner two years ago. And when he was opening his mouth, Cregan intervened

“Let’s leave the ladies”, he suggested, “we should speak, men to men, in my study”, and Aemond reluctantly agreed 

Cregan called in Aemond to the room he used for private audiences, where he was the Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North.

“Even though you claimed your visit is for the purpose of ensuring the wellbeing of the princess I must think that is a hidden reason”, he started, Aemond just walked around the room seeing the decor, his hand behind his back, his posture rigid but at the same time relaxed, “have you send word to King’s Landing yet?”

“I have”, he said, as he turned to the wolf, amused, “The wedding happened rather quickly”, he observed, pursing his lips

“It was to the liking of the princess”, he said warily

“I bet”, he continued, “An honorable men would have waited for a family member, or a royal escort”

“Her aunt Rhaenys came to give her away”, he said simply, “it’s all she needed, as well as I”

“Did you even receive a letter from the council with said proposal?”, he asked then, and he was sure with this he was going to have him on the palm of his hand

“The princess delivered the proposal herself, of her uncle King Viserys”, Cregan told him, “we accepted said proposal within the day, sending word to King’s Landing”

“Funny, in the capital they were all so surprised”, he said, and Cregan frowned

“Meaning?”, he asked with greeted teeth

“See, they send no said proposal, a letter arrived randomly one day after the disappearance of the princess stating that she was betrothed to the wolf of the North”, he said calmly

“Are you implying that the princess lied?”, said Cregan, “that she made up said proposal?”

“I’m not implying she lied”, he said tersely, “she was not yours to wed, Stark”, he said finally, “she is mine”, Cregan then stood straight, looking at the man… boy… almost, right in front of him.

Aemond Targaryen, the rider of the oldest and biggest dragon in the world had come for his bride

What was he going to do about it?

“She would differ”, he said, “she married me of her own will, I didn’t force her too”, he said, “you said you were going to take her home, if I was the one to force her hand in marriage wouldn’t she have accepted this proposal?”. He tried angrily of what Aemond was implying

There was a shred of doubt in Cregan’s mind, but he was sure of one thing, you wanted to marry him, you did not want to get back to King’s landing 

“Mmm sure”, he said, Cregan growled loudly

“I do not know what you wrote to the council and the King, but I’m sure you will receive word that this union was sanctioned by them, and proposed by the King, perhaps you should fly yourself south and ask them in person”, he said

“I will not leave her here”, he said with a sly smile

“She does not want to return to King’s Landing”, he said firmly

“Why don't we let her decide?”, said Aemond then, Cregan didn’t like the idea, not at all, but he agreed, he could not make him leave, besides, he was a Prince of the crown, angering him could prove disastrous to everyone. 

So he had to bite his tongue, and allow this green rattlesnake stay under his own roof

And that would prove to be a mistake

After that doubt planted on Cregan’s mind, he couldn’t shake it. He had never received a formal proposal from the council, but he never received something denying it, he needed to speak to you, he needed you to tell him the truth. 

But he was going to confront you later, after he saw you interact with Aemond, and see for himself if you wanted to leave his side or not. 

But first…

“This is a mistake”, you said bitterly, as you looked down from the battlements the courtyard, where in each corner, Cregan and Aemond were preparing for a “friendly spar”, that you knew it was going to end poorly

“I agree”, said Sara by your side

“Is he good? Cregan?”, you asked

“He is”

“Aemond is good too”, you said bitterly, your eyes never leaving Cregan’s form, “trained by Criston Cole?”

“The white cloak?”, she asked, and you only nodded, “shit, the man is legendary”, she muttered 

And before you’d like, after the maester at arms of Winterfell gave them each a blunt sword to prevent accidents, which you were certain Aemond would like to inflict with a purpose. 

And they go at each other like two predators fighting for dominance

Aemond was good, but Cregan was great, soon the clash of swords was heard all over the courtyard, making everyone there stop whatever they were doing and pay attention to both contenders.

You saw them exchanging words, but you couldn’t hear them

“After i’m done here, I will grab her and take her back to King’s Landing where she belongs”, threatened Aemond

“You said it, only if you are done here”, he growled, “and only if she want it to be so”, he grunted between long swings of his sword

To be fair, they both had different styles, Aemond was quick on his feet and he almost seemed like he was dancing with fluent movements, but Cregan, oh Cregan, something moved with need inside of you, his movements were more rough, intense, but you could tell behind them there was this mortal accuracy and strength. He did not dance around, but he was just as quick.

It soon turned intense, each frustrated with the other as none could land a blow, they were at it for long minutes until they broke apart, and split to take a second to breath. As they had both broken a sweat

You had eyes only for your husband as he wiped the sweat off his forehead with the sleeve of his vest, and then, he looked up at you and found you smiling down at him. And a smile of his own creeped his way into his face.

Aemond noticed and he jumped at his back, Cregas was not ready and you had to cover your mouth so your whimper wouldn’t distract him, he jumped just as Aemond was going to strike him. He barely dodge him

“Are you a backstabber, Prince Aemond?”, asked Cregan, regaining his composure and taking a defensive stance to face the one-eye prince

“Never turn your back to the enemy”, he said simply, coming at him again, and they both starting fighting, this time you could tell it was more violent, they were no interested in each other's skill, but now only in winning, in defeating the other, when he had an opening Aemond used his legs and kicked Cregan and he stumbled backwards, but managed to refuse the series of striked Aemond wanted to land on him.

And then Cregan was the one that landed a kick to Aemond’s legs, he was the one to stumble back and then Cregan struck the sword off of his hand.

And that was it

Cregan had won but it didn’t felt like it, because even if he deserved it, it was not a good idea to humiliate a dragon

Aemond stay in Winterfell only got worse and more tense

Thanks to Sara, you had become an expert in dodging Aemond in your own home, but this ugly feeling of being hiding and evading brought you right back to your days in King’s Landing, Aemond was defiling your new home, your sanctuary

Sara averted him like the plague, she hated him, and she had reasons to, Aemond had acted in a despicable way towards her, and you hate him too, and Sara even sometimes sleep with you so Aemond didn’t find you alone, it was unsavory

Cregan, sadly, had also backed away, you couldn’t find a moment alone to share together, he seemed to be analyzing you, your reactions, your interactions with Aemond, and you did not like it. Before Aemond arrived you were getting closer, that time you were certain he was going to kiss you, and that wretched prince had ruined it 

But as Sara was needed elsewhere for more Winter preparations, you found yourself alone, and cornered again by Aemond, this time in the God’s wood. HIs patience was growing thin, because you were playing your old games again, and he was tired of them

“You had proven yourself”, he said, reaching at you while you were talking a walk

“Excuse me?”, you asked

“You proved yourself, that you could live here, in this grotesque land, alone, wearing simple dresses and forgetting all about your family and customs”

“That is not why I did this”

“Yes, you are your own person, now, it’s time to come home”, he said, grabbing your arm

“Aemond”, you called, “release me”

“We will marry under the light of the seven”, he said

“I’m already married”, you fought, trying to get out of his grasp

“I told you, you are mine”, he growled

“I’m not!”, you fought

“You know there is an old tradition, of course Queen Alyssane planned to abolish it but… in the North the abolition never sticked”, he purred against your ear making the hairs in the back of your neck stand up, goosebumps in your arms

“What tradition?”, you asked, as he was moving towards you you moved backwards

“The first night”, he said, “it dictates that the Lord of that land, the highest ranking person in the room, or the King himself, could demand the first night of the maiden in her wedding night”, you whimpered in fear

“My wedding night passed already”, you said

“Well, I’d like to claim the first night now”, he said, “as it is my right, and you are still a maiden, since he doesn’t even sleep in the same room”

“You are no Lord, you are no King!”, you fought, your back hitting the wall of the side of the castle

“But I’m a prince”, he said simply

“You can’t just grab me like this”, you cried 

“Wife”, you both froze when you looked right and you found Cregan standing there, “a word?”, he asked quickly, and Aemond released you. You ran by Cregan’s side and back into the castle

“I don’t know what kind of liberties you took with her, she hadn't spoken to me about it, and I respect that, but now”, Cregan took a step towards Aemond, “she is my wife, mine, the lady of winterfell, the wardaness of the North”

“Mmm is she?”, mocked Aemond cautiously

“If you touch her again against her will we are going to have a problem”, Aemond took a step towards him, both looking at each other

“Mmm, I can’t wait to see said troubles”, he grumbled 

“I think you overstayed your welcome, prince Aemond”, he said firmly, “I don’t care for an answer from the council, she is my wife until the day she wants to”, Aemond looked at him, and then, he walked away. And now, he needed to speak to you

He followed you back to his chambers, the ones you were sleeping in since you got here, the chambers of the Lord of Winterfell.

“I need to speak to you”, he said firmly, and you looked up at him wide eyed

“Yes, husband?”, you asked

“I need you to tell me truth”, he said firmly, but gently, “about King’s Viserys offer to marry each other, and please don’t lie”

“I didn’t”, you whispered, “I never had, not really…”

“You are not being truthful to me”, he accused, his words harsh, but his eyes kind

“I was I promise I…”, you stumbled upon your own words, you were scared he was going to kick you out, send you back to the south

“Tell me the truth!” He demanded, you whimpered, but you took a long breath, it was time to come clean 

“Your name, was being heavily thrown around, you were one of two possibilities they were discussing for my hand”, you whimpered hugging yourself, not daring to look at him

“Who was the other?” 

“HIm, Aemond Targaryen”, you said

“What happened?”, he said, more relieved

“They were going to send a letter, I know because I was in the meeting, hidden, but I was hearing it all”, he looked at you suspiciously, “if you declined said offer, they were going to marry me to Aemond, I wanted to make sure you said yes that is why I made the journey myself”, you said clearly, and truthfully

“You chose me? over him?”, he asked, more relieved 

“I did, I made the choice by my own hand”, you admitted, “You have always been so kind to me, so good, and decent, and he… Aemond he…”, you whimpered, fighting the burning in your nose and eyes that told you that tears would follow. And Cregan saw how upset you became, “I didn’t want to marry him…”

“What did he do to you?” He asked gently, but with seriousness 

“He was mean, and cruel, and as we were growing up he started to have behaviors towards me that truly scared me….”, you confessed, Cregan took one step towards you, slowly, like he was coming close to a scared deer. You looked at him and took a step towards him, wanting to feel his warmth

“What did he do to you?”, he asked again, this time, dead serious

“Once he grabbed me, made me kiss him, he grabbed my bottom really roughly, but my Kingsguard intervened, he said he wanted me in his room, or he was going to come to me, I was sixteen at the time”, you revealed. And he froze

He always knew there was something dark that happened to you, that prevented you from wanting to go back to King’s landing, but he never thought it was going to be something like this.

“What didn’t you tell the truth from the beginning?” He asked gently

“You were my only chance of a normal and happy life”, you confessed amongst your tears, “I didn’t want you to see me as this broken, used thing…”, you whined, finally a tear escaping your eye. You felt sorrow enveloping you like a mantle, but as soon as it came, it vanished, trampled by a warmth sensation of Cregan's arms around you, hugging you tightly, his hand in the back of your head inviting you to take cover in his warm chest. And you did, of course you did

This is why you were so willing to leave everything behind, so freely and hastily, all of it, because of a man that was here, under his roof.

His roof, your roof, your home. Winterfell was your home now and he has let Aemond Targaryen defile it, as he did you.

“I could never see you as anything but a beautiful princess with a heart of gold, you are not used, you are not broken, you are not a thing”, he said seriously, he took your face in his hands and looked down at you, “you understand me?”, he asked gently, “you are a person, you are not used, you are not broken”, and you nodded

“I’m a person”, you said, and he smiled, “please don’t let him take me”, you begged

“Never”, he said firmly, “you are wedded to me, my beautiful wife, you are not going anywhere unwillingly”, he assured you, and you smiled widely at him. You gazed upon each other for long minutes, it was so nice, his eyes so soft and gentle, his thumb caressing your cheek

“Cregan?”, you called

“Mmm?”

“Can you kiss me?”, you asked, and he smiled gently before leaning in and kissing you softly. 

“I can do more than just that”, he promised you against your lips. You just moaned quietly as you wanted to feel more of him, “I haven’t been treating you like my wife, and for that, I'm sorry”, he apologized sincerely.

“I want to be your wife”, you said, “fully”

“Do you, now? My good girl”, you whined needily when you heard him say that, his pupils so enlarged his eyes looked black, one of his hands traveled to your hips as he glued you to him, while one of his hands remained in your cheek, while his thumb that was caressing your skin, traveled to your mouth and caressed your bottom lip

“Mmm”, you moan softly, his finger entered gently in your mouth and you dared to suck his digit just a little bit, he growled, loudly, in need, in want for you.

And he moaned your name, needily

“Cregan”, you called back

“Are you sure?”, he asked

“Yes please, I need you”, you begged, and that is all it took for his quick fingers to remove your beautiful cloak that you had barely parted from since he gave it to you, it landed on the floor quietly. And he admired your light blue dress made in the purest northerner style

“You look so beautiful like this, dressed like a northerner” 

“Really?”

“It suits you”, he growled and he attacked you again, catching your lips on his hungrily, you could barely catch up, his hungry kisses made your head spin, but you loved it, you found yourself yearning for them 

HIs hand left you for a second to take out his own cape without separating himself from you, then, he guided you to the bed, where he made you sit in the edge of it, he then leaned on the floor, his eyes never stopped gazing upon yours and he kneeled, he grabbed your boot and unlaced it and removed it gently from your foot, and then he did the same with the other

“Can’t wait to devour your pussy, but it will have to be for another time”, he said, and you wondered where Cregan the gentleman was but glad he was gone for the evening. You only could moan as he stood back, now looking down at you

Your eyes looked at him in wonder and need, and he leaned down and kissed you. He pushed you back gently, and he hovered over you, now crawling in the bed but never crushing you

At some point he got rid of his own boots since you heard them falling to the wooden floor. He looked down at you

“Let me help you with that dress dearest”, he offered, “I know you worked hard on it and I wouldn’t want to rip it to pieces”, you giggled as you took your hands to your back as you sat on the bed and undid the laces, and then Cregan took care of the rest, taking the dress off of your body

And soon you were only in your underdress, a thin layer of white camisole, like your nightshift

“Fuck”, he cursed like he was in pain when he saw you, he bit his own lips

“I want to see you”, you said, your shaky hands on his chest, over the buttons of his vest. He understood immediately and you helped him get rid of it.

Son his top half was naked in front of you, and he was so beautiful, his muscled tones and thick like logs, you could see some scars covering his chest

You looked up at him again and you found him smiling, he trapped your face between his hands again and he kissed you, passionately, lovingly, sweetly, all the beautiful words that described it, you felt it all, all the good things.

And soon you were laying on the bed with him on top of you

“Did you make this?”, he asked against your lips, tugging at your underdress, you shook your head and that is all it took for him to rip it off. You shirked, amused, as now you were naked underneath him

For his eyes and his eyes alone, and he feast on your naked body, eyes and greedy hands grabbed and touched everything they could

You had no time nor need to be nervous, he was seeing you naked and he liked what he saw.

“You are so beautiful, my wife”, he said proudly, and you smiled, he took his hands towards his pants, the last piece of clothing separating you two, and he got rid of them

You whimpered when you saw it

You had only see a “manhood” in drawings in books you were not supposed to see, it did not look like this, this was bigger, much more bigger, and… you got nothing to compare it to, but, it was thick and long and… even pretty

“Cregan”, you moaned, and he leaned down until he covered your whole body with his. 

Your legs parted automatically to make space for him, and he accommodate so easily between you, like he belonged there between your thighs, it felt so good, it felt like a lightning bolt struck you when you felt him, there 

“It might hurt a little wife”, he growled, again, like he was in pain. “Let me see”, he said gently, leading his hand over to your intimacy

You moaned loud when his fingers tickled you, teasing you open, and found you so embarrassingly wet for him 

“My good wife”, he moaned, “you want me don’t you?”, he asked

“Yes I do Cregan, I want you”, you begged him, his fingers entered you gently, two of them, it was tight, but he entered you easily because of how lubricated you were, he played you like the gentlest of instruments, opening you for him, and it felt so good you could only fathom how good the whole of him was going to feel inside of you

He touched you, he fingered you until you felt a tight knot on your belly, tighter each time, and then… and then… it suddenly released itself and you moaned loudly when you cummed all over his fingers

“That’s my good girl”, he praised and you thought you cumed a second time. You had heard that it could feel this good, women you have met had said that it was like touching heaven, and now you believed them to be true. “You are doing so good for me”, he said with kind eyes

“I want you now”, you begged, “please”

“You have me”, he said, and then, you felt him

You whimpered when he entered you slowly, splitting you open for him, it did hurt, it was a stretch, but… the pain passed quickly when he started kissing you softly, gently, his hands caressing your face, neck, shoulder sides, everywhere to distract you

“You feel so good”, he whispered against your cheek, “so, so good”

“It feels so tight”, you said loosely, your mind started to leave your body, and you concentrated yourself in all the sensations.

Now he was buried to the hilt, and good because you didn’t think you had more room inside of you to receive him, a pair of stray tears fall off your eyes and got lost in your hair, Cregan kissed the trail they left to comfort you and it worked

“You are so good for me”, he said, this time, more firmly, he wanted you to know he was telling the truth, “Riding north all alone, to offer yourself to the wolf, uh?”, he mocked gently, kissing the tip of your nose, “you did so good, you knew it, didn’t you?”, he asked, his gray eyes looking down at you, hungry eyes, like the ones of a hunter that has caught his prey, “that you belong with me”

“Yes”, you said in a whisper, “I belong with you, my big wolf”

“That’s it”, he purred, and then he leaned down and trapped your lips on yours, you hugged him tightly against you as he stilled, buried deep inside you, you could feel him in your belly, you were so full of him, and it drove you insane

You moved your own hips to let him now it was fine, it was good now, he could take you, and he didn’t lose any more time time, he retrieved himself, and when you thought he was going to take himself off of you, he entered you again, making you moan, whimper, your nails digging into his skin. 

“Cregan!”, you called when he thrusted into you a second time, and then a third, and then he acquired speed, and a steady pace, in and out of you

He cursed with gritted teeth, like he was executing a great strength to do this with you, and you guessed he was enjoying himself, it felt like it. it felt so fucking good

“Fuck, my sweet dragon!”, he growled, buried deep inside you

“My wolf”, you whined needily, hugging to yourself, you never wanted to apart from him ever again, but at the same time, you needed him to keep doing what he was doing

Between grunts, moans, and low curses, you proclaimed you loved each other, the bed whirred underneath you, underneath your wild movements of your love making,

“Fuck”, he cursed, “my sweet wife, I need to ask…”, he asked between grunts

“What?”, you asked

“Do you want me to come inside you? Do you want me to give you a baby?”, and you whined in pleasure, and you nodded enthusiastically

“Yes! yes please!”, you begged him

“my good little wife”, he admired, “can’t wait to bear my children can’t you?”, you shook your head, “you are going to look so pretty swelling with my baby inside of you”

“Yes please, I want to”, you begged him

“That is my good girl”, he praised. And he kissed you deeply as he spilled his seed deep in your womb, you hugged him tightly, you didn’t want to release him, now or ever. 

Winter wasn’t the only thing coming ;) 

120 AC. Reader is 10, Cregan is 12 years older

King’s landing was submerged in celebration.

Everyone was in good spirits.

it was the fifteenth anniversary of King Viserys marriage to Queen Alicent Hightower

And he wanted to celebrate it, he wanted everyone to celebrate it with him.

But you had spent the last six months in the Red Keep after losing your father, and the truth is, even if you were excited to spend time with your cousins and nephews, knowing there were kids you could play with… you came to a rude awakening.

They didn’t receive you with open arms, they didn’t want to play with you, in fact, they seemed to want to play you instead.

They were mean and rude, using you as targets for their pranks and mean jokes.

You tried to avoid them, but you had classes with them, you visited the Dragonpit alongside them, and you had lessons taught by maesters by their side.

Uncle Viserys seemed surprised when he learned that your father was educating you like you were a little boy, learning about politics and philosophy, instead of knitting and poetry. He was pleased, and didn’t go against his brother’s desires so he put you to learn alongside his sons and grandsons

He meant well, they didn’t

You were soon brought back to reality when Jace pulled your hair roughly

“And (Y/N) with her imaginary dragon”, he mocked

“My dragon exists”, she pouted, “she is not made up”

“Then where is she? we had never seen her!”, mocked Luke

“She is real! I’m telling you! it was my father’s dragon, she is shy that is all”, Aemond didn’t say anything

“Even she has a dragon, but not you Uncle!”, continued Jace, “but we are going to change that”, your ears picked up, and you looked interested, how Luke jogged down the ramp

“You found a dragon? how?”, asked Aemond

“The Gods provide”, muttered Aegon, and you and Aemond both stopped your very thoughts when Luke came running up with a pig on a leash, wings and a tail of straws.

“Behold! the pink dread!”, they mocked, and for once, even if you were relieved they targeted Aemond this time, and not you, you still felt bitter

“You can share it with (Y/N)!”, Jace said, ah there it was.

That very night the Red Keep was overflowing, with lords and ladies from all the corners of the realm that had come to celebrate the King and the Queen and their love. You were so excited, perhaps you would meet more children to play with, to befriend.

The maids dressed you and Helaena, her in a green gown, and you in a red one, with golden patterns, you felt like a little princess. Well, not like you weren’t one. they braided your hair beautifully, you were so happy.

But as soon as you got out of Helaena’s chambers, the boys were there, no doubt waiting for you. They held one of Helaena’s bugs, to her horror, a big centipede. You shrieked when they moved it teasingly near you

“Your hairdo is missing something!”, they would mock

“No! it doesn’t!”, you fought, trying to move Jace’s hand away from your head. You pushed Jace with all your might, and then you ran away from them. You heard them chasing after you, but you were smaller, and faster, so you managed to lose them in the many corridors of Maegor’s Holdfast

Your hiding turned long, you knew you were late to the banquet, so turning gently and slowly in every corner and looking over your shoulder, you walked towards the throne room that had been arranged for the feast.

The room was booming in the middle of dinner, the wine was flowing freely and the meat was being served, you had almost managed to escape your torturers… almost…

The banquet began and the boys had already shown you what they planned to do to your hair… so you didn’t wait to submit to that fate, instead, you found a place where the long big table was empty, or sort of, and you ducked underneath, not wanting the boys to ruin your pretty hair. You crawled under the table to safety…

You were safe… but not for long.

You noticed people sitting on the part of the table you were hiding under. Soon a big black boot almost stepped on you and you whimpered in fear, the sole colliding with your knees.

You looked up and the tablecloth was moved out of the way and a face showed up, looking no doubt at the soft thing he almost crushed. It was a young man, dark hair, gentle eyes and black clothing

“What are you doing down there?”, he asked, looking down the table at you, his gray eyes made you tremble. It was none other than Cregan Stark, of course, you didn’t know that then

“I’m hiding Ser”, she whispered, Cregan chuckled

“I’m not a Ser, I’m a Lord”, he corrected

“I’m sorry Lord”, she muttered

“Why are you hiding?”, he asked then

“They mock me, they pull my hair, they tangle bugs in it, they call me names”, she confessed, hiding her face in her knees, “they are mean to me, my cousins and nephews”

“I’m sorry”, he then looked up from her, towards the back of the table, where the kids passed running looking for something, or her, more like it. “She left that way”, he indicated away to Aemond, Jace and Luke, and the boys ran away, when they were gone, he looked down the tablea gain, “they are gone”

“Thank you Lord”, she answered with a smile

“Sit with me, nobody would dare to mess with the wolves”, he offered, showing you a hand, “you look so pretty, it would be a shame if nobody got to see it”, he said gently. You smiled brightly, and took his hand.

Everybody seemed surprised when you came out from under the table, you were in the middle of the Northmen, you only had to look at the wolf sewed in their clothes to see it

You took a seat by the leader, between him and a beautiful lady.

“This is my lady wife, Arra Norryn”, he introduced, and you smiled

“Nice to meet you”, you greeted

“And who you might be?”, she asked with a gentle smile, sharing looks with Cregan, if your hair was any indication, but they were playing along

“I’m (Y/N) Targaryen”, you said politely, just like your father has taught you, you offered your hand to the nice lady and she shook it

“I’m Lord Cregan Stark”, the nice man introduced himself, giving you his hand to shake, and you took it amongst yours, “nice to meet you princess”. You beamed

“Thank you for inviting me to join My Lords”. When you looked in front of you, you saw your cousins and nephews looking at you wide eyed, and you couldn’t help but stick out the tip of your tongue to them, they couldn’t bother you now.

“You are such a sweet princess, if I may say so”, the nice Lady Arra said.

“You too, My Lady”, you answered back. And the Lords of Winterfell shared looks.

For members of court that looked over at the table of the Northmen, they would chuckle in amusement when they saw you, a silver and red dot in the middle of dark haired and black wearers, lords and ladies.

Of course the Queen immediately spotted you, and she sent Criston Cole to remove you from the table of the Starks, pulling you roughly by the arm and making you sit right amongst Jace and Aemond on the main table

“You thought you got away?”, mocked Jace, “I got some news for you”, he whispered, sticking a chicken bone trough the longest of your braids

“I hate you”, you cried, defeated. But as you looked along the table to your new found friends, the big man with dark hair smiled apologetically to you, and you only waved back, sadly

That was the first time you laid eyes on Cregan Stark

But not the last.

the relationships you had with your cousins and nephews did not improve, in fact, it worsened, so you found ways to escape them, mainly, by hanging out with Helaena

Your uncle, the King, never failed in telling you how much you reminded him of your father, but other than that, he didn’t quite pay attention to you much, not that he paid attention to your cousins and nephews either…

You sometimes would accompany him while he arranged his model of Old Valyria, but that was it.

Luckily for you, or sort of, everything changed when your aunt Laena passed away, the family went to Driftmark, and an altercation occurred.

The Velaryon were bastards, that is what you have heard, that is what everybody was saying, and Aegon was right, you just had to look at them to realize it, Jace was a spitting image of that super nice knight, Ser Harwin Strong, you didn’t understand why it was such a big deal, but a fight ensued, knives were drawn.

Jace and Luke left with cousin Rhaenyra to live in Dragonstone, two of your torturers gone, but Aemond…

Oh Aemond.

That night, you defended Rhaena, declaring that you had inherited your father’s dragon, and she should have done the same, so Aemond pushed you the hardest against the stone wall, making your hands raw when they hit the stones trying to stop your face from colliding. You whimpered in pain, but you felt silly when Luke got his nose broken and Aemond…

Aemond had lost an eye

You were no longer children playing cruel jokes to one another.

Blood had been drawn, insults were exchanged…

And everything changed. For the worst.

The Red Keep had become dark, mournful even.

You were not a stranger to the enmity between Princess Rhaenyra and Queen Alicent, but you didn’t know what it was about, or why they always were so unhappy with one another. You only noticed the tension between them in family dinners and after council meetings. Even you could notice and you could barely breathe sometimes over the table.

The only one you had left was Aemond, and sometimes Helaena

Aemond didn’t chase you around with spiders, or hid buggers inside the pages of the books you liked to read. He was even more cruel, with mean looks, he sometimes would shove you when he passed you in the Hallways and you would collide heavily with the stone walls. He would say horrible things about you right in front of you like you were not even there, and he would pull your hair to move you out of his way.

He would say things like. “She is a burden”, “an orphan”, sometimes he even called you a bastard

Helaena said he was jealous, but you didn’t understood why in earth he would be jealous of you!, and she once went further and hinted that he liked you, loved you even, but you shook your head and called her silly

Love doesn’t make you hurt.

Heavy days turned to weeks, turned to months and years. And soon, everyone was talking about how you were becoming a Lady, of barely thirteen name days under your arm.

And you felt more like a Lady, you didn’t care about the same things you did when you were younger.

Aemond’s cruelty had come to a some sort of stop.

Because now you were a lady you were instructed by Septas, not Maesters, and Ladies, and not Knights and Professors.

And even if your knitting lessons would bore you the death, you preferred it to Aemond choosing every opportunity in your lessons to humiliate you. Besided, after he lost his eye, Aemond had completely changed.

He always seemed to be the mature one of all his siblings and nephews, but now, he was not only serious, but bitter, and more cruel than before.

You never saw him smile again. And his horrible attitude towards you made it difficult for you to feel sorry for him. You didn’t. You didn’t think he deserved it either, but you didn’t pity him, and that, unbeknownst to you, made him hate you even more.

It got so bad even Alicent noticed it, of course she didn’t say anything but she tried her best to keep you away from him as much as possible.

Yes, your stay in the Red Keep wasn’t a pleasant one, you missed your father terribly. You missed your home, a small castle in the Valley, with views to the Narrow Sea. You felt like you were a permanent guest here, but a guest at last. Nothing was truly yours.

But you tried to keep your smiles, you good attitude, you were found always smiling, always helping, lighting every room you entered…

If only you knew that was the reason Aemond hated you.

He hated how happy you were, you were an orphan, alone, mistreated, you should be as miserable as he felt, he, that had his parents, and a dragon, and everything he could ask for in the palm of his hand or an order away, he was retched, and you were always happy and smiling.

He wanted you to feel as he felt, but he could never accomplish it, he could never break you.

And in time instead of frustrating him, it only spurred him on.

Aegon paid you no mind, he was four years older than you and since he was fourteen he learned how to scape the Red Keep and found pleasures of the flesh, and when Aemond turned thirteen he introduced him to those pleasures.

And Aemonds attitude towards you changed once more…

He didn’t push you no more, he started grabbing you, your wrists, your arms so roughly they bruised.

When he pushed you against the stone walls he didn’t just snicker and leave, no, he would grab your wrists and corner you, only watching you with his only eye and a thin line as his lips, and then he would release you and leave.

It started scaring you, so you avoided him like the plague, instead hiding in Helaena’s room, but she soon married Aegon, so you couldn’t do that anymore either.

You made one friend though, Tyland the master of coin’s daughter, she was so sweet, a little mischievous, always getting you into trouble, but it was nice to have a friend.

You were walking alongside her when Aemond walked by, he grabbed your arm roughly and leaned in to take a sniff at your hair by your ear, he muttered an “mmm” and then he walked away. You only signed, already accustomed to his rough ways.

And she had watched it all happen.

“The one-eye prince liked you, on his own way”, she mocked

“He hates me”, you muttered, “and I’m tired of it”

“I don’t think he does”, she mocked, “I bet he is going to ask his mother to betrothed you two”

“I’d rather get trampled and eaten by my dragon”, you said back

“Anyways, let’s talk about it when you are popping out silver haired princes”, you rolled your eyes. “Anyways, have you heard? The Starks are arriving in court”

“Why?” You asked

“They said the Wolf is looking for a wife, Lady Arra Norryn died, her and the babe on childbirth”, you looked at her wide eyed

“Really? That’s horrible”, you muttered, your heart clenching thinking about how heartbreaking that must be for him, you remembered the Northerner Lord fondly.

You wanted to see him, you wanted to say you are sorry for him loosing his wife’s and that you were at his service for everything he might need.

But you couldn’t find him.

First he was getting settled in his rooms, then he had audience with the King, and then, the courtship began, every man in court Im who had a daughter in elegible age wanted to see the Young lord, so you couldn’t offer your condolences

On top of that… One of the Queen’s maids said that Aemond wanted to speak to you.

Aemond had never requested your attention, he gave you no choice but to stand there and listen to whatever mean thing he had to say…

The very thought of what he might want to discuss with you made your skin crawl.

So you did what you had learned to do best…

You hid.

Your favorite spot had become a tall Cypress in the godswood, their branches and the way they were trimmed allowed you to hide comfortably, in some sort of natural tree house.

You took a book with you and waited until no don’t was around to climb up, and you hid up there

But another person felt the same need as you.

This person wanted to escape the heat of court, and enjoy a little shade in the godswood, looking at the Heart tree, to be close to his gods.

So Cregan Stark sat on the foot of the tree, wanted to rest until… your book fell from your hand and landed right by him.

You gasped and that is all it took for him to look up and find you

“Why every time I see you, you are hiding from something?”, he spoke to you, a soft smile on his lips

“Someone”

“Uh?”, he asked

“I’m hiding from someone” you corrected.

“That is worse”, he said, “why are you hiding this time?”, he spoke like three years hadn't gone by and you were that little kid hiding under the table.

“Someone wants to speak to me, and I don’t want to speak to him”

“It’s a boy, then”

“More like a messenger from the seven devils”, you mocked. Feeling at ease, he wasn’t looking right at you, you were still hidden, and he was seated looking at the gods tree

“I’m sorry about your wife, my lord”, you said gently

“It happened two years ago”, he answered sharply

“But I’m guessing it still hurts”, he got quiet for a moment

“It did, it does”

“Did you love her?”, you have no clue why you asked that, but not having him looking straight at you give you courage

“I did”, he said truthfully, “I had the luck of marrying my very best friend, the girl I known since I was born, and I lost her”

“I’m very sorry”, you whispered, “I Can't imagine what you are feeling, because what you had, of being friends with the person you married, is truly something magnificent”, you whispered, looking up at the branches being caressed by the soft summer wind

“Thank you princess”, he whispered, “you alongside my sister where the only ones who truly gave a heartfelt sympathy, everyone else is just… is expecting me to move on”

“You can feel whatever you need to feel, only you will tell when you are ready to move on”, you offered, “tell them to fuck off”, you covered your mouth when you let out that curse, but he only chuckled

“I will princess”, he said, he then stood up, and offered his hand to help you climb down, and you did accept his help, letting yourself fall free to his arms because you knew he was going to catch you, and he did.

He released you so your feet touched the ground.

“I offer the same advice princess” he said with a smile, “tell them to fuck off”. You giggled and nodded, picking up your book from the ground

“See you around my lord”

“See you around” he whispered

You walked away from the godswood, and in your way to Maegor's holdfast, you encountered Aemond

“Where were you!? I needed to speak to you”, he said, with his characteristic arrogance

“Oh fuck off Aemond!” You responded , escaping his wandering hand and walking hastily away from him, leaving him standing in the middle of the hallway.

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The vibe around the Lords and Ladies of the North wasn’t nice when you returned from King’s Landing, with your white haired baby in your arms

Many started saying that you had returned to Aemond willingly, and you had given birth to his child, since Jonaerys was clearly a Valyrian like you, and like the Kinslayer.

But things stopped and improved when you gave birth to your third child, a year after you came back to Winterfell, also a boy, who looked very similar to his brother, only with the colors of his father, dark locks of hair, and icy gray eyes. A true looking Northerner.

You named him Torrhen

Torrhen Stark

Cregan would walk proudly in the hallways of Winterfell and all over with his sons in his arms, Rickon trotting behind him as he grew up, and three direwolves following close behind.

But only one dragon hatched from all the eggs Vhaelar bring forth, Jonaerys’ egg. it took months after you came back, and a dragon keeper had to move in Winterfell to take care of Vhaelar and her hatchling.

Jonah’s dragon was so different from everything you had ever seen before, it was black, with silvery white markings, and big gray eyes. his flames were icy blue, as Vhaelar’s were bluish with purple flare 

When Torrhen was 1, you suffered through another winter by then, and as it became some sort of “tradition”, Cregan got you pregnant with what you truly wished was a girl…

But it wasn’t 

You bring forth a baby with dirty blonde hair, and when he opened his eyes you saw with amazement he had one purple eye and the other gray, he was like Alyssa, your grandmother, who had similar features, you often wonder where he came from, he looked nothing like you or Cregan, but your husband was ecstatic 

You wanted a Valyrian name for your peculiar child, and Cregan compromised in naming him Orys, like the rumored bastard brother of Aegon the Conqueror

Orys Stark 

So Rickon was 5, Jonaerys 4, Torrhen two and a half, and Orys 1 year old, when you got pregnant again.

After Cregan’s begging

You believed you were done, you loved your children very much and you were begging for a little girl, that never came, so you believed you were done, you had four beautiful children with your loving husband

But you couldn’t deny anything to those beautiful Gray eyes 

So you held your big belly as you awaited Sara’s arrival.

Sara had fallen in love with Cregan’s best friend, who had come to Winterfell four years ago to grieve for the loss of his wife, and he fell in love with her. Ben Tallheart, so they married, Sara became a loving stepmother to a beautiful little girl who was now five years old, and they lived happily in Torrhen’s square, hence the name of your baby boy.

“Sister!”, she screeched, hugging you tightly around your belly

“Sister”, you whispered happily in her ear, Cregan just stood there, amused that Sara would always greet you first, but then he hugged his sister dearly

“Missed you”, it was true, you had missed her so dearly, the castle seemed almost empty without her in it

After warm greetings, Cregan took his friend so both of them could talk, while you took Sara who was so excited to see her baby nephews, who had multiplied in the last years. You went into the nursery, where they were all gathered, the four of your children, it was Orys nap time 

Rickon and Jonaerys hugged her tightly, running to her arms; they have gotten so big, Torrhen followed shortly after.

Sara was playing on the floor with her nephews, with their wooden figurines, as you sat on a long chair, rubbing your belly, you were super tired, you always were

“How is the pregnancy going?”, she asked

“It's different this time”, you confessed, Sara looked at you, gray eyes wide open

“What do you mean?”, she asked, you only shook your head, looking down at your huge belly

“I’ve been so tired”, you whispered, “I can barely eat, I feel awful”, she looked at you determinedly, “my belly is huge”

“What are you saying?”, she asked gently, you only shook you head

“I don’t feel as strong as I did before”, she looked concerned, as she was trying hard to remember something

“I'm sure everything's going to be alright” she said with a calming smile, you smiled back as you caressed your big belly.

You weren’t bluffing, you realized you were pregnant because of how much you threw up, you could barely find something to eat that didn’t make you sick 

Cregan hunted everything he could get his hands on, and Thelma cooked everything with different spices each time, but to no avail, everything made you sick, all the meats, so THelma fought hard to cook you legumes and different pies with vegetables.

Even so…

You still felt really weak.

This wasn’t like all your pregnancies before, and Cregan seemed truly concerned for you. He was over you at all times, tending you, caring for you, like your very first pregnancy with Rickon. 

And now Sara wouldn't take her eyes off of you now, always watching what you ate.

Your baby was restless, kicking you always, and you immense belly, sometimes you felt like you had a real dragon inside you womb, with more than four extremities 

But right after that thought, memories of all those Targaryen women who lost their babies, and what came out of them were truly dragon-like babies, and then you shook your head, wanting to purge those dark thoughts out of your mind.

But you had to be strong, you had to be, you had already given birth to four! FOUR babies, and everything went well, this was not going to be the exception

The night found you in the great hall, holding a feast for your guests, with Sara and Ben, and everyone really in the castle.

“I have an announcement to make”, Ben spoke, as he raised from his chair, raising his cup. “First I want to thank our gracious hosts”, he said, pointing at you and Cregan, who held your hand tightly. “For receiving us, and now… I want to say that the Lady of Torrhen Square and I are proud to announce that we are expecting our first child!”, he said, and the hall broke out with cheers and applause

You hugged Sara tightly

“I’m so happy for you!”, you greeted, and she laughed in your ear

“Thank you!”, as Cregan was hugging Ben, and then he turned 

“My beautiful sister”, whispered Cregan happily, hugging her tightly, you hugged Ben then

That made Cregan’s spirit rise for the coming days, and Sara and Ben agreed to stay here in Winterfell until she gave birth, meaning… six whole months, and you couldn’t be happier

The castle seemed to roar with life since then.

Rickon, Jonaerys and Eddara, Ben’s daughter, played through the hallways, and they were always filled with giggles and laughter 

And your belly got bigger and bigger, and you grew tired and tired 

Everytime Cregan looked at you, it was like his heart was broken, you knew he was afraid, you were becoming paler, and tired by the day.

At night you would beg him to make love to you, and he would, that made you happy, as he spoon you with him deep inside you as he cradled your big belly, he would kiss every inch of your body with devotion, and hugged you through the night. 

“Can’t wait to meet this baby”, he whispered sweetly in your ear

“Me too”, you said back, “perhaps it is finally a girl”, you teased

“Oh what I would give for a daughter that looks like you”, he whispered back, nuzzling his nose into your hair 

“She would be pretty cute, wouldn’t she?”, you kept teasing

“She would”, he whispered, “thank you”, he whispered

“for what?”, you asked back

“For everything”, he said back, “you brought me back to life, you gave me four beautiful boys, you turned Winterfell into a home”

“Well, you are very welcome”, you giggled, you turned around to meet him, and you kissed him lovingly, “thank you too, you did helped in everything you just mentioned”, and he chuckled against your lips

“I did my part”, he kept teasing, as you cuddled into the night.

The very next day, Cregan was outside, with Ben, you believed they went into the wolf’s wood to hunt, when your water broke

Immediately a pain shot through you like a lightning bolt, making you cry out. 

The pain was blinding, it wasn’t a contraction it was something else, something else entirely, and besides, you were certain the nine moons haven't completed yet. Soon people entered the room, maids, followed by Sara, immediately they held you, trying to prevent you from collapsing into the stone floor of your rooms

“It hurts!”, you cried

“Call the midwife, NOW”, screamed Sara, “find my brother”, but the pain was so blinding you couldn’t quite pay attention to what was going on around you

You felt your dress being ripped away from your body, a night shift placed instead, soft and light as a feather, and then you were laid in the bed softly. 

The contractions began shortly after, and it was hurting so much you couldn’t have a real grasp on reality anymore.

A young man, who worked at the stables was sent to find Cregan, he knew the woods by the palm of his hand, so he didn’t have trouble finding the hunting party.

“MY LORDS”, it took only that scream, for Cregan to know it was about you, and considering the state you were in, that you had gone into labor

Nobody could reach him as he mounted his horse and started galloping without stopping. He rode back to Winterfell at an incredible speed, jumped off his horse and ran inside the castle.

He ran  towards your room and he could hear the screams from the second floor.

His heart got tight inside of his chest, and he found you struggling, the bed soaked in your blood, he had never been so scared in his life, not even when the war happened. 

He was at your side in a second, he grasped your hand in his and started at you wide eyed

“Darling, I’m here”

“Cregan”, you called, “It hurts”

“i know my love, I know”, he soothed, looking at the midwives who looked at each other with worried glances

It was bad, he knew it, everybody knew it, at one point, the midwives didn’t know what to do so they called in the maester who gave you milk of the poppy to clear, rather, distract your mind from the pain

It did help, when it took effect, you received the command

“Push my lady”

And you did, gods you did, with all your strength.

It was bloody, it was painful, it was worrying, but after two hours, the room was filled with the cries of a babe

“A little girl M’lord!”, chanted the midwife, receiving the crying child into the world

Cregan sighed loudly, with relief, squeezing your hand back, as he looked at the midwife cleaning a little baby with pitch black hair, he had a daughter.

But this wasn’t over yet, you cried in agony again, and Cregan looked down at you, still grasped in the claws of pain. 

“The afterbirth?”, he asked, but the maester shook his head, seeming horrified

“No, I think…”

“It's another babe”, said the midwife, as he give the little baby girl to his father, who was wide-eyed, not knowing if to be relieved, or scared to death, he looked down at the face of his little daughter and caressed her little head.

But when he looked at you he was so scared, you were shaking with pain, blood oozing out of you, he whimpered

“I think the baby is breached”, the midwife whined, like she was in the same state of horror

Hours went by

You were in a state of such pain your eyes were closed and you couldn’t scream anymore, you just whined softly.

Cregan was in the corner of the room, her daughter in his arms, but he just looked ahead, scared to death, his worry was such that he believed he was going to age centuries.

The maester whispered in the corner with the midwife, as her assistants were each by your side, whispered words of comfort, rubbing your belly hoping to push the baby out themselves 

“You need to be strong My lady”, whispered one, a young sweet girl, “think of your children, they need you, those sweets boy, and your baby girl”

you only got to nod, that phrase seemed to be the only thing that could pierce through the cloud of pain and milk of the poppy. Using the last of your strength, you leaned in, and pushed, again, the thought of your husband and children spurred you on, your baby, still inside of you, needed to make it out.

The midwife saw your intent and was with you in a second

Cregan gave his baby girl to the maester, and was also with you.

“You can do this love, please”, he begged, “please…”

It was another hour, you had been at this for six whole hours, when another cry was heard in the room.

Another little girl

With hair white as ice, and reddened face.

Then it came the afterbirth, but for that, you couldn’t no longer feel anything at all

The maids washed you and changed the sheets, you were breathing steadily, but you were barely conscious.

Cregan had his new baby girl in his arms, his dream came true, she did look like you, but the maester was telling him you had lost a lot of blood, that you could no longer have any more children… if you ever woke up… 

Sara had heard anything, but she was with your other children

“What is happening, where is mama?”, asked Jonaerys, he was a sensitive boy, he felt everything

“She is giving birth to the baby, sweet boy”, she whispered, as she cradled Orys in her arms hoping to made him sleep

“She is taking too long”, he whispered, his eyes filled with tears

Rickon came and hugged his brother

“She will be alright, she is mommy”, he said back, Sara looked as the sweet boys hugged themselves 

“Her vision had never wrong before, you were going to pull out of this

But Cregan was scared, very, very scared

The maids had called in wetnurses from the village, and they took both his daughters with them. 

He just stood by your side

As the maester else him with the promise that if you made it out tonight, you were going to regain your strength

“Please don’t leave me”, he whispered, his tears choking him, “please, I beg of you”, he begged like a prayer, holding your hand, “you give me all I ever dreamed of, you deserve to enjoy it by my side, our beautiful children, our six children you gave me”, he said with teary eyes, “please my love, I will follow you soon after, please don’t abandon me, our children need you, I need you, please”

He was seated on a chair he needed right next to the bed, and laid his head by your side, still holding your hand.

He stayed there all night, right next to you, hearing your faint breaths.

It was early in the morning, when you squeezed his hand back, and he cried in relief.

. . .

Two weeks passed, and you had recuperated your strength. Cregan brought you your girls as soon as you woke up, and spent the night with the four of you, after eating plentifully. 

One of your daughters had the northerner features, while the other was a Valyrian just like you, you named them Robyn and Rhaenys, the latter in honor of your dear aunt, who had been like a mother to you. 

“They are in very good health, My Lords”, said the maester, you smiled widely, looking at your daughters, who were both of them awake, laid on your bed, and wiggling happily, “although”

You and Cregan both snapped your head to look at the maester

“Although?”, you asked fearful, you then looked at your babies

“Little Rhaenys, I think there is something wrong”, your eyed immediately filled with tears

The old man showed you, he clapped his hand near Robyn, and she blinked her eyes and squirmed because of the loud noise, but he repeated the same thing near Rhaenys, and she barely reacted

“What does it mean?”, you whined, Crregan held you

“She might be deaf, my lady”, he whispered, Cregan held you against his chest. As you cried, scared of what that could mean. 

“Does that mean she can’t hear?”, asked RIckon, you wiped your tears immediately, and your two eldest sons entered the room. Torrhen still didn’t know what was going on, and Orys was still a baby.

“That is right boy”, Cregan was strong, as he smiled to his eldest son

“We will create a cool language with our hands so we can speak to her, then”, Rickon said like it wasn’t a big deal. And you laughed wholeheartedly, hugging and kissing your son. 

Now you had your six puppies, everything was going to be alright. With your growing family, and Sara, and Cregan’s best friends

And a huge feast they threw in King’s Landing in your honor. 

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The castle was roaring with life, the great families had arrived, and even though it was a bit tense because of the loyalties of the past wars, people were trying to heal, to leave everything behind them 

Even though you didn’t like the idea, all your children were to their own machinations, you knew the castle was the safest palace, but you still felt a bit uneasy to let your girls walk around alone, but you sent a King’s guard with them. 

Rhaenys found a beautiful spot in the gardens, she was enjoying the smells and the beautiful flowers in the gardens, and took her notebook with her to draw

She saw from the corner of her eye some people approaching, once she raised her head, she saw that it was two young men, probably her oldest brother’s age

“Well, hello my lady”, Rhaenys saw them approaching and gave them all her attention, smiling at them and waving gently, “How are you this day?”, she could not hear them, not answer them, so she just smiled and nodded, “well?”, the man insisted

It was a young man, heir to House Baratheon, the son of a cousin to the lata Borros, and his friend from House Trant.

She smiled apologetically, trying to communicate with him with her hands, but the guy wouldn’t understand her 

“She is an idiot, she might be dimwitted”, laughed the Trant boy

“Well, I don’t need her to be smart”, the other one laughed, “its enough that she is a Targaryen”, he said looking down at her

She could not speak, or hear, but she was really good at reading lips, so she could understand what those boys said about her. She whimpered, tears filling her eyes. She stood up from the bench and ran away from them, unknowingly, her Great Uncle Corlys had heard the whole thing, and pursed his lips in disgust 

“Get Rickon and Jonaerys”, he said to one of his faithful servants who walked with him at his old age, the boy nodded and ran to get the boys. 

Once the young Velaryon spotted the two Starks, he led them back to Corlys, and the old man told them what happened with Rhaenys and the Baratheon, to see their reaction, and it didn't disappoint. A hunt began for the baratheon cunt, as they call it

“Its him!”, pointed the Velaryon boy, and the Baratheon saw with horror how by the corner of the Hallway appeared two enraged Stark-Targaryen running towards him.

“Son of a bitch!”

“I will kill you!”, they used the fact that they were near a balcony… they grabbed him between the two of them and pushed him towards it

The Baratheon boy was screaming, so scared he almost peed his pants as Jonaerys and Rickon grabbed him by the arms and legs and swung him over the rail.

But they wouldn’t really kill him, they didn’t let go of him as he swang heads down and could look in terror five stories down

“You think you can insult our sister?”, growled Rickon as he shook him

“No! No! I’m sorry!”

“If you ever go near her again I will kill you!”, threatened Jonaerys

“You are not good enough for her!”, said Rickon then, and the Baratheon only promised and begged to be lifted up 

They finally relented and the poor boy scrambled to get to his feet and ran away, stumbling away through the corridor.

Corlys just looked at the scene, smiling and pleased, no one is to mess with little Rhaenys, she was not dim-witted, she was smart, only had a hearing impair

“Your sons are savages!”, said Baldric Baratheon, pointing at Cregan Stark, “they threatened the life of my son and heir Crispian”

“I’m sure they were just… boys being boys”, he explained, “you remember what that’s like”, he said

“Do you consider grabbing him and swinging him over a balcony just “boys being boys”?”, he asked, and Cregan turned to meet the eyes of his two sons

They both started talking at the same time

“That cunt called our sister dim-witted!”

“He bothered Rhaenys, and called her names!”, they explained at the same time

“What?”, growled Cregan, turning to the shivering boy hiding behind his father

“Those are just words, your pups almost killed my son!”, fighted the Baratheon. He was right, he was deserve to be pushed out of the balcony, but the Baratheon was enraged, Cregan looked at Jacaerys who was there to serve as an judge in this situation

“The boys should wait outside”, he suggested, and with a nod from Cregan’s head his boys left the room, the Baratheon soon followed

“Your grace”, called the Baratheon, “my son was almost killed”

“My daughter was dishonored”, said Cregan

“Reparations must be made”, continued the Baratheon, and Cregan looked at him in panic

“This is a new country, for all of us”, started Jacaerys, “we are enjoying a period of peace, and we must keep it so, two great families cannot by divided”, both men nodded, agreeing to his words

“So I propose a union”, said the Baratheon, Cregan just looked at him, “between your youngest, your silver-haired girl, and my son and heir”

“The silver-haired?”, said Cregan with disgust, “you don’t even know her name! you only care that she looks like a Targaryen don’t you?”, he asked, “over my dead fucking body my pup will marry that talking twig you have for a son!”

“Stark!”, growled Baldric

“Enough!”, called Jacaerys, both men stopped and looked at the Prince, “we will not leave this room until this animosity is behind us”, you finally dared to speak, as you had entered the room slowly and silently

“I’m sure this is all a misunderstanding”, you said softly, all three men turned to look at you, “from what I gather, Lord Crispian did not know of our daughter’s hearing impediment”

“He called her dim-witted”, you only shook your head

“And our sons threatened to throw him off a balcony, I think he learned his lesson”, you said softly. You wanted to kill the boy as much as your sons did, but you could not cause a war between houses because of it, you knew House Baratheon was just returning to the fold after their allegiances in the war 

“Very well”, said Jacaerys, and the Lord of the Stormlands nodded, not contented but he realized a marriage alliance wasn’t in the cards for this meeting, and the girl was still young, of twelve name days only

“Over my dead body any of my pups will marry a Baratheon!”, grunted Cregan as soon as you entered your chambers

“Maybe one day a Stark could be friends with a Baratheon”, you suggested, “only friends” 

“Never”, grunted Cregan, “not even after a hundred years”, you only giggled, but nodded, “and he believed that skimpy kid could be a good match for OUR DAUGHTER!”, he said, again outraged, “the audacity! the words of his house should be… “Ours is the audacity””, he mocked again, and you couldn’t help but giggle, “What?”, he was angry, but smiled nonetheless, to you, he would always smile

“You are cute when you get frustrated like that”, you suggested, and he smirked, “They won’t marry”, you said softly, to calm him, it worked

“I know I know, but still… the audacity of that man”, he growled, and you couldn’t help but giggle again. You watched the frame of your husband walk around the room like a wolf in a cage, and you loved the fact that several layers of clothes were missing, well, it was summer and they were in the south, he no longer wore his cape and his thick vest, only a light black doublet over a thin chemise 

He was so handsome

He stopped when he saw your eyes blown out like those of a kitten, he knew that look… He only smiled

Years had passed, his dark hair now had a bit of snow in it, he had lines in the corners of his eyes, and lines cutted his face, laugh lines you hoped. He never looked so handsome.

“Come here”, he whispered, and you obliged, “I love to see you all lady-like”, you, as did he, dressed differently in the capital, preferring colorful dresses made of silk, of tull, or other thinner fabrics. 

He was delighted when his hands could feel your skin even though the thin layer of clothing. 

“And I love to see you in your southern look too”, you teased

Oh and you loved each other right that evening

You and Cregan, besides attending tourneys and banquets, needed to held meetings with other Lords of the Kingdoms, specially from the Reach, to gather more supplies for the coming Winter 

Meanwhile your children would enjoy a life in the Keep.

Besides seeing on first row how knights would sung at eachtoher with long wooden spears, which they all enjoyed...

Corlys reached Rhaenys, intrigued by the little girl you had named after your dear aunt, he would gift her books and she would beam at him, until he had her teach him how to communicate with her, and they would spend whole afternoons communicating, telling each other stories, specially Corlys, since he had seen so much from his journeys, Orys would join them, interested more than anyone in the life Story of the Sea Snake

To those who were close to the sea snake, would say that his great niece and nephew brought light back into him, to the 76 year old man who thought he had lived it all 

Those same afternoons would find Rickon, Jonaerys and Baelor practicing their swordsmanship in the courtyard. 

Daemon would look from the battlements, with a critic eye, to be exasperated enough by the young men that he would get hands in with their training, dismissing the King’s guard 

Daemon was a practical man, and he took no time in naming Jonaerys as his favorite successor, he would also give incentive to the lordling to have some time with his darling daughter Visenya, who would also watch them train.

Baelor and Visenya were supposed to be betrothed to one another, but they loved each other as siblings and rejected the union, and Daemon would happily get his nephew betrothed to his daughter instead.

Baelor found himself also learning how to communicate with Rhaenys, because he believe her to be the most beautiful girl he had ever seen

You spend half a year in the Red Keep, and it was blissful, but Cregan wanted to return, with joust reason, and, with  bit of fear, you started to believe Jonaerys wanted to stay, he turned into a squire for Aegon the young, and he would practice everyday with Daemon and the King’s guard, you didn’t say anything, but you just started preparing mentally for your son to tell you he wanted to stay here, back up by Daemon no less.

So when you communicated the Queen, and her King consort, of your departure in the next two weeks, it was no surprised that Daemon would cling into your second eldest son, but what surprised you the most, was most certainly Baelor’s decision 

“I want to go with them”, said Baelor, and you looked amazed, surprised, the responsibility was huge

“Are you sure?”, asked Jace, Baelor only nodded

“I would love to squire for Lord Cregan, I believe is for the best, what of Princeling would I be if I don’t… fly off the nest? see the Kingdoms one day I will rule, learn how to be a Lord, a fighter, to care for other people?”, Cregan was pleased, as he placed his hand on his shoulder

“We will care for him”, your husband promised, and Jacaerys only nodded. The decision was made, so we had two weeks to prepare after Jonaerys told Cregan what you already knew, that he wanted to stay here, in the Red Keep, in King’s landing, with his seventeen name days already.

You had your dragons, he could return anytime he wished. 

So when the time came to say goodbye, and your last day in the capital, you hugged Jonaerys tightly against you

“You can always come back, you know? in your dragon”, you whispered, tears in your eyes

“Yes mom”, he whispered back, “But I want to do this, there is something that wants me to stay here, and I must follow my heart”, you only nodded, caressing his handsome face

“I love you”

“I love you too”, you then stepped aside for Cregan to come near his son and hugged him tightly against him

“Your mother is right, your home will always be in Winterfell”, he whispered, and Jonaerys hugged him tightly 

“Thank you father”, he whispered back.

You saw him take two steps back and stand right next to Visenya and Daemon, who had come to say goodbye to you in the docks. 

Corlys suggested taking you up to White Harbor himself on his ship, only because he wanted to spoil Rhaenys and Orys, unbeknownst to you. He believed Orys would have liked the sea as much as he did, and in the end, he was right. 

So he invited you all to stop by Driftmark.

Your children loved sailing, Torrhen would not stop drawing parts of the ship that impressed him the most, Rhaenys and Orys would stuck by Corly’s side as he barked around orders to his sailors, Cregan and you would gaze upon the horizon, and Robyn would be riding her dragon over your heads, as she used to do. Your darling daughter had an adventurous soul, she would spend more time in dragonback that she would on firm land, she had flied over to the wall, to bear island, everywhere, even without your permission, and you had no doubt that in this journey, all those times you couldn’t find he, she had been flying in every direction to see what was out there, you feared that when she was older she was going to fly away and never come back. You could see she wanted to see across the narrow sea and beyond… 

When you arrived in Driftmark you met Joffrey, who was acting as Lord of the tides, he inherited the title after Luke’s death all those years ago, and apparently, he was doing a great job, he had married a Velaryon girl, and had children of his own. You spend some days there, where Corlys would gift your daughter jewels that used to belong to his long lost wife, and you would gaze upon the treasures in his hall, treasures from all over the world, certainly capturing the attention of your five remaining children.

Soon after, you sailed to White Harbour, where you had to fight hard to take your daughter and son back from Corlys’, they wouldn’t want to part ways, so the Sea Snake ended up accompanying you back to Winterfell, since his late wife Rhaenys couldn’t fulfill that promise she once made to you, he was there to be the grandfather your children never had. But there, you were also accompanied back with the Mnderlys and their daughter, who was set to marry Rickon, their daughter was beautiful, and the same age as your son, she was a sweet girl and you knew they were going to be very happy, as your son started courting her on the road, gifting her things he found, like flowers and such. 

Winterfell looked as beautiful as it was when you first saw it, and you could finally breathe at ease. You looked back at your children and you found them happy they were back, but you knew some of them were going to grow bored after everything they lived in the capital. except for Baelor, who looked at the ancient castle like you probably did when you saw it for the first time.

When you gazed at the ancient building, you  truly believed it had been here for thousands of years, and it was going to stand for another thousand, after you and everyone you knew turned to dust. 

You were received with awaiting arms by the people of Winterfell, and the people of Winter’s Town that came out to receive you amongst cheers. 

Soon you were installing yourselves back into the castle after more than half a year away. But you wandered out of the castle, into the tallest battlements, so you could see the valley around the castle, the winds were getting colder by the day…

Winter is coming…

“I remember when you arrived here”, Cregan whispered as he hugged you from the back, you giggled, “it was autumn, just like right now, in a day just like this one, you appeared through the doors, your dragon behind you”

“I offered myself to you in marriage”, you remembered fondly

“I remember I said to Sara years before that the only way I was going to marry again was if a maiden came flying up here”, you chuckled, and he did too, kissing you in the side of the face

“Would you look at that”, you admired, and he chuckled again. You turned around to look at him

“it was always you”, he whispered. Looking down at you and caressing the apple of your cheek with his thumb, “my sweet wife, the one that gave up everything for an uncertain future in the wild North, alongside an old and grumpy wolf”

“It was never uncertain, it was always you”, you repeated his words. And you sealed your words of love with a long kiss. Expressing all your happiness with an intimate gesture. 

That first Winter you spent together was what brought you together, and the wilderness and cold of the North is what kept you together.

For Cregan you were the sun that shone even in the darkest of Winters. The dragon that with his flames light up the hearths of his home and his heart

You were his Winter sun

Jacaerys reigned the seven Kingdoms after his mother, it was a short but fruitful reign. He died after ten years of a heart condition

Rickon married Jayne Manderly, they had four children to continue the line of House Stark, and lived in Winterfell until his lasts days

Jonaerys stayed in King’s Landing, but always flied back to Winterfell to see his brother and his parents, he married Visenya, together they had a set of twins, a girl and a boy, and lived in Dragonstone happily

Torrhen became a builder, reinforcing buildings all across the North, he married a Mormont from Bear Island

Orys became Joffrey’s squire, and together they went into many adventures, into the sea and Driftmark, he later married a Velaryon girl and lived in Driftmark

Rhaenys married Jace’s son Baelor, many years after she will become Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, and gave the realm three children and heirs who continued the Targaryen Line

Robyn at first visited his brother Orys and accompanied him in his travels, she then adventured herself as an explorer in the back of her dragon, she traveled all over the world and seen things no other man of Westeros had, unknowingly continuing the legacy of Corlys and Rhaenys. In her journeys, she came across a Celtigar, and she married him, coming back to live in Westeros, much to her family’s delight. 

Sara had three children of her own, and alongside her stepdaughter, she lived happily in Torrhen’s square 

Reader and Cregan lived happily in Winterfell, fearing when their children left their home, but other than that, they lived happily, spoiling their grandchildren rotten. 

And everyone lived happily ever after 

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You were feeding Jonaerys while Cregan packed, you giggled because you truly looked like a normal couple, not the Lord and Lady of biggest country in the seven Kingdoms

You were going down to King’s landing

Not only to bend the knee, but because you needed to gather your army for them to march North, you were going to sail south and then North again with your men, no more marching

You needed to make sure all uprisings against Rhaenyra were eliminated before that too, as much as a gathering with the leaders of the seven great houses

You giggled as you saw another one of Autumn’s puppies biting your slippers, she wanted to be introduced to your son

This little wolf was as silver as your son’s hair, he had showed up the very next day of your arrival and hadn't left your side.

His brother, Rickon’s pup showed up and attacked his sister, and they started rolling around and playing to bite each other, they were so cute

Cregans said they grew up slowly but surely, right now they had the height of your knee, their ears already stood up and they barked loudly.

They were the cutest when they tried to howl, but not at four in the morning though

You found Cregan staring, and once you caught him, he smiled wickedly

“What?”, you whispered

“Nothing”, he said mindlessly

“What is it?”, you giggled. He gave you a side look, and a devastatingly handsome smile

“I don’t want to push you”, he whispered, and you laughed

“Cregan Stark you will tell me and you will tell me right now!”, you demanded with a laugh. He sat by your side and kissed the side of your face, then he kissed you again in your ear, making you whimper slightly

“I always found it so sexy when you feed our son”, he whispered huskily in your ear. 

“Cregan…”, you giggled, “stop it”, you said playfully. He saw how relaxed you where, so he took a chance and kissed your neck gently, making you giggle some more

“I missed you so much”, he said, and you looked at him

“I missed you too”, you say, and you shared an intimate kiss

You separated when your baby demanded attention, and Cregan took him from you letting you fix your dress

You looked at Cregan putting his baby over his shoulder and making him burp gently, he made eye contact with you and smiled warmly. He was the best father, and the best husband

“I don’t want you and the babies to go”, he admitted, “but I’m going to die if I leave you”, you smiled

“I understand”, you said, “I want to go, and the babies will go wherever we will”, he smiled, caressing Jonaerys’ back

Rickon woke up from his nap, and he had heard yours and Cregan’s voice, so he stood up on his crib, grabbing tightly onto the wooden rail.

“Rickon!”, you greeted with a wide smile, he smiled at you, you wanted to cry because you had missed the first time your son stood up alone. He had grown so much, his head was now filled with dark curls, he was so cute. You grabbed him and placed him against your hip. He playfully grabbed one of your silver strands and janked a little

It took a while but you finally felt connected to your eldest baby again, he was such a sweet little boy, giggly and smart

“Our little family”, whispered Cregan looking at you and he seemed so proud, “can’t wait for you to give me another one”, you laughed shortly

“You’ll have to wait a little”

“That is alright”, he said gently

“I hope it’s a little girl this time”, you whispered, and he smiled even widely

“I hope she looks like you”, he said softly, you smiled sweetly, “is everything ready for our departure?”

“We leave tomorrow first thing in the morning”, he said back, and you only nodded

The very next morning, as your left Winter’s Town down the King’s Road, you realized the trip was going to be hellish with two babies under two years old, but you didn’t think you could make it more then four months without them, and going on dragonback was not an option, so it was going to be a two month long trip.

You looked out the window of the carriage and you saw your dragon Vhaelar flying above you

You arrived in King’s Landing two full moons after. 

Your marriage was stronger, the bond with your babies was as well, it was challenging, and slow, but finally you felt relieved when you spotted the Northerner army’s camp in the valley next to the entrance to King’s Landing

“Lord Cregan Stark, and his family, the Princess (Y/N) and their children, Rickon and Jonaerys Stark”, someone presented, and you exited the carriage.

Cregan was there, he had ridden his horse and helped you out, taking Rickon in his arms while you cradled Jonaerys in his arms.

The soldiers clapped for you, receiving their lord, they seemed happy, victorious. And all their gazes went to your babies, wanting to see them 

They had helped take the capital, and soon Cregan was going to lead them back to the North.

But first you needed to secure your family

You spend a night in a tent with the army, Cregan needed to meet with the captains and the lords that lead parts of the army

IN the meantime you put your babies to sleep, an art that you have learned in those two months of march. You were glad now you could stay still, even though tomorrow you were going to make the trip to King’s Landing, you were close.

Jonaerys spent almost all day and all night sleeping, but Rickon got fuzzy since he stood in the carriage all day and needed to burn energy. But finally he fell asleep in your caring arms, and you placed him in a cradle, next to the one of his baby brother. 

In the midst of night the wolf came back to you, he seemed tired, but happy and content, even more so when he saw you. And the sleeping babies in their cribs

“You are such a good mother”, you stood from where you were seating, and he held you in his strong arms, and he kissed you hungrily, and you kissed him right back, “I want another one”, he whispered against your wet lips

“I want more too”, you whispered, “but…”, he immediately stopped, looking down at you from his great height, “can we wait a little bit?”, you asked, and he smiled warmly

“I’d wait for you until the end of time”, he whispered, dropping one last peck on you lips before he hugged you tightly against his chest, you hugged him back, more tightly, “I don’t want to push you”

“You are not”, you assured him, smiling at him, he cradled your face in his hands and kissed you gently, “when we are back home, safe with our little family, then we should think about enlarging it”, you offered cheekily. He smiled warmly

“Of course”

He held you tightly against him that night.

It was true, since you got together again he treated you like you were made of glass, and you were glad he was coming back to his horny self around you.

Early in the morning, you resumed your journey and entered the city. From the army a small guard was found, forming the household of your husband, and of course, of your household, you were a Stark and the Northerners considered you as one. Soldiers wearing the Direwolf proudly on their chest guarded you when you entered King’s Landing and then into the Red Keep. 

You were received by a small comitive of members of the court, but none of them mattered as Jacaerys himself appeared amongst the crown, everyone parting to let him trough

“Your grace”, you greeted, with Jonaerys in your arms, you bowed lightly, but he would have none of it as he hugged you carefully of no crushing your baby

“Welcome home”, he said in your ear, he then greeted your little one, but shortly, since he then turned to Cregan and they also shared a hug 

“Welcome to the Red Keep”, he said then to all of you as a group, he turned to you again, and to your baby, “Congratulations dear aunt”, he whispered, “he is beautiful”, he then turned to Rickon who threw his little arms at him, and Jace took him in his arms

“He likes you”, said Cregan proudly, as all members of court had come to gaze upon you and your family, you guessed they were curious about how the family of a Stark and a Targaryen would look like. 

“He has grown so much”, cooed Jacaerys with a childish voice, making your son giggle 

You entered the Keep following Jacaerys who held your son in his arms, but unbeknown to you, one prisoner of the Keep was just taking his day walk, and catched a glimpse of your baby, your silver haired baby.

 . . .

You were introduced to the Queen and King of the seven kingdoms, even though you had known them forever. Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen, and her King consort Daemon Targaryen

They looked like a powerful couple, she was seating on the throne and he was standing right next to her. You bend the knee to them, Cregan by your side, your children being held by trusted men at the side.

Once the formalities were over, you were invited to a feast in your honor, but it was some sort of cover…

So they could swoon over your babies.

It was no secret Rhaenyra loved children, (she had six of them, and two more by law), so she fussed over Rickon, and Daemon over Jonaerys

“Jonaerys”, he cooed, and then he looked at you, “he looks like your father”

“I know”, you said proudly, he only smirked

“It is a strange name for a Valyrian”

“Well, he has the looks but we wanted to name him after Cregan’s friend who saved his life”

“An original name for an original child”, he said softly, and you nodded, but then he leaned in, a seriousness on his face and voice, “is it Cregan’s?”, you whimpered, and your face said it all, “does he…?”

“To him, it’s his son”, you said firmly, he only nodded

“If that ever changes, you know you can come here”, he said then, and you smiled

“It will never change”, you said firmly, and he was pleased

“He is a good man”, he sentenced, “your father would have been pleased with this union”, and you felt a warmth in your chest. “And he would be the best and most proud grandfather”, he said, and you beamed 

Daemon had never been close to you, not in the slightest, sometimes you swore he didn’t even want to be in the same room as you, but now, everything seemed different. Since you were an adult, and reached for him in Dragonstone and now here, he seemed even happy to see you, and now with his son in his arms.

“It would please me than in the future, he would come to the capital, to be educated alongside Aegon and Viserys”, he said happily, and you smiled, “I’d say Rickon too but I’m guessing Cregan will not let him out of his sight”

“If their dragon eggs hatch, they will happily make the journey”, you offered, and he smiled, pleased

“We’d like that”, he said

“I apologize”, he whispered, “If it ever seemed like I didn’t want to see you”, he said, and you gasped in surprise, “I loved my brother and losing him really broke me”

“I understand”, you said, and he gave you a little smile that reminded you of your father.

But you were interrupted, by Rhaenyra, who called everyone to their seats to start the feast

Maids took both your sons, you felt a bit uncomfortab;e, but you didn't want to interrupt your family’s reunion

“Now that we all gathered here”, she started with a shy smile, “the entirety of House Targaryen”, she said, and it was true, her family, and you, the last remaining, “for us”, she greeted, raising her cup, and everyone followed, of course Cregan kissed the side of your face quickly, “for those lost to us”, she said with unshed tears, meaning her son Luke and Rhaenys, “and for those to come”, she whispered, placing her hand on her belly, and everyone cheered

The feast continued with cheer and happiness.

Everyone was alright.

. . .

You realized Cregan and his army served a purpose. For the coming weeks people all over the Kingdoms started to show up, the Greens…

The Lannisters, Hightowers, everyone came to the Capital to offer their respects, everyone had to march through the northerner army, and everyone surrendered 

That is when you saw Alicent Hightower, brought to the throne room. She was fine as ever, wearing a green dress, and a pair of gold chains around her wrists. But she was used as a pawn, for the HIghtowers to surrender

You knew Aemond had not been on trial yet, so he was still alive, but he was not mentioned in the trails for the heads of the Green houses.

Trials and long weeks followed. And you felt strangely safe within the keep, Rhaenyra had shown mercy, and that truly made everyone feel the war was over, and the country could finally heal.

You smiled as you caressed the royal decreet declaring Sara a true Stark, signed by Rhaenyra herself, and you couldn’t wait to give it to her, no one deserves it more than her, you expected many proposals for her hand would follow. 

You breathed in the filthy air of King’s Landing and you finally felt at peace, even though you wanted to return home to Winterfell, to raise your children and maybe, just maybe have a couple more… 

Cregan entered the room, smiling as he found you by the window

“There you are”, he whispered, you smiled back

“I think I’m ready”, you whispered, and he looked back in amazement, “I want another one”

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Aemond was preparing it all, he found in the small town adjacent to your castle a willing Septon, and your castle had a small chapel where the ceremony could be held.

Like his mother’s favorite child, he was close to the Gods, it meant quite a lot to him for you to be his in their eyes, under the faith of the seven, not under those false, Old Gods like the pagan Cregan Stark

He couldn’t be happier, you were getting heavy with his child, maybe two months shy of giving birth, it had to be soon.

But as he was getting ready to fetch you, having already prepared a dress and jewelry for you… he received an important letter from his men on Harrenhal

They were a week away to be surrounded by the Northerners and the Knights of the Vale, all of them together had come to destroy them. The spies had just spotted the great army marching past the Crossroads Inn

“The greatest army the seven Kingdoms had ever seen”

He only smiled because the bigger the army, the slower they were, and the easier way for him to burnt them all with his Dragon

But he needed to gather his own army , with the Baratheons and the Royal army, it was going to be easy to surround the army between them and Harrenhal, and from there it was going to be an easy defeat.

But he had to postpone the ceremony

His child might be born a bastard

But no matter, his brother will declare him legitimate, and he was going to marry you afterwards anyways. 

He went to say goodbye to you, he found you as he always did, with a sad look on your eyes and a tight line as your lips. 

The only thing you said to him was

“I wish you good fortunes in the wars to come, my prince”, and the only thing he said was to promise you he was going to come back before the baby comes, you didn’t want him to

With that in his mind, he left you in your home once again, climbing into Vhagar’s back, and flying away 

You saw the monstrous dragon flying away from your home and you could only feel relief, your own dragon flying around the cliffs she knew so well, and you prayed to the Old Gods that Aemond would never return again.

Because every breath that you drew was agony, when you think about Rickon, it had been months in which he had been growing without you, and your only wish was to see him again, to take him in your arms and hug him against your chest. Your hand went instinctively to your belly, feeling so conflicted

Was it Cregan’s? or was it Aemond’s?

You couldn’t escape Aemond, you couldn’t escape him taking you, and possibly impregnating you, but, you could escape being married to him.

Aemond had left, and he didn’t marry you before he did 

After that… threat, it felt like threat to you, marrying Aemond, there wasn’t really much you can do to avoid it, he couldn’t make you say the words, he couldn’t make you marry him, but right now, you didn’t feel like you had the strength to fight him, this baby was draining you of your energy constantly

If the Baby was Cregan’s, your due date should arrive very shortly… a few weeks maybe, your belly button had popped out of your belly, which happened right before Rickon was born… 

But your belly wasn’t as big as RIckon’s had been

The uncertainty was killing you. The prospect of your baby having dark hair will give Aemond exactly what he needed to send it back to Winterfell, another child you would not be able to raise as your own. The thought alone made you cry and as a deep ache had settled in your chest, you whined when you felt a pressure in your lower belly

“Ah!”, and then… a strong contraction. 

If it was Aemond’s baby, it was too soon

Too soon

And a crippling fear got a hold on you, thinking you might lose your unborn baby

“No no no, please!”, you cried, “please”, you didn’t think you could survive losing a child, so fat bitter tears fell down your eyes, “not yet, not yet ARGH!”, a contraction wrecked your body again, it was all so sudden

Your screams could be heard so loud in the castle, a maid was by your side in a second

“Your grace”, yes Aemond had insisted you would claim back your title of princess, “what is it?”

“It’s the baby”, you whined, “I think it’s coming!”, and if it was like you were calling it, your water broke, wetting the floor beneath you. You whimpered, more scared than in pain

It happened so quick

A cloud of pain numbed you, as the maid called in the castle’s midwife, who brought in a young assistant, they helped you out of your dress and put on you a soft night shift, they released your hair, and soon it stuck to your forehead with your sweat

They help you to the bed, it all happened so quickly.

“You are doing it great”, the midwife said sweetly

“What if it is too soon?”. you whined, “it’s a little over seven moons”, you explain. She look at you sweetly

“All is going to be fine, your grace”, she reassured you, and you believe her

You had felt your baby kicking all week, so you became certain it was going to be alright.

“AH!”, a strong and painful contraction made you rethink that statement, it was pain, pain all over. 

It was the worst pain you ever felt in your entire life.

With Rickon it all had been sudden, you had never felt anything like it, but it happened rather quickly, you had heard of women who had suffered for hours and hours, but Rickon came quickly and without much fuss

You were lucky

But you felt like your luck was running out

You whined when you saw the faces of the midwives and maids constricting more and more in worried gazed as minutes turned to hours.

It was tortuous, the pain came and went lin waves, hitting you hard like a storm against the rocks

“Push your grace! it’s time!”

And you did, with all your strength, you did, in what it seemed like hours of excruciating pain with no end.

And then… with a last push you expelled your baby from your body

And even though there was an end to the pain… there was nothing else…

Only silence

You stopped crying in relief, to start worrying

The midwife wouldn’t look at you, you trying to raise your head to look over the bloodied sheets but you couldn’t see anything either

“What is happening?”, you cried, “why isn’t he crying?”, they were tense minutes in which the only thing that could be heard was your labored breaths and then…

A cry, your baby’s cry

You cried with relief 

“It’s a healthy baby boy, your grace!”, the midwife said, “a little small, but he is strong as a horse!”, you were so relieved, so relieved to hear that, that you didn’t care when she placed your baby in your arms, and you saw his silver strands on his head.

Another son

You cuddled against your chest, he was crying his little lungs out, but as soon as he felt you, he got quiet, trying to open his eyes

He was so beautiful, still covered in afterbirth, but he was so small 

“Hello little one”, she was right, he was small, very much so, but still, he looked healthy, he had all his toes, all his fingers. You kissed his bloodied forehead, “my baby”, you whispered, “and mine alone”, you whispered

You felt incredibly relieved, he was well, healthy, and that is all that mattered

The maids cleaned your son, cleaned you, the bed, all of it. And let you be with your baby

A million thoughts were going through your mind once the maester came to see you and gave you milk of the poppy to soothe your aching body. You watched your son right next to you, sleeping, and you believed he didn’t look like Aemond nor Cregan, he was only a newborn.

Perhaps you were never going to know

But the white hair… he was small, that truly made you think, doubt, fear

Maybe Aemond was never going to come back to the castle, perhaps he was going to die, and he was going to leave you alone, in your home at least

What then?

If Aemond is not here, would you return to Winterfell? What about your new baby? was he going to be welcomed? Rickon needed you, he needed his mother, he needed you, the North had Sara to lead them until Rickon comes of age, but he was going to need you, but… Was the people of the North going to receive you?

There was so many things in your mind, that you barely heard when a maid entered your room slowly and gently 

“What is it?”, you asked softly

“I need to speak to you, your grace”, she said, she seemed nervous

“Speak”, you encouraged gently, caressing your son’s cheek, you wondered how you were going to name him, Aemond had barely suggested names.

“Your grace, now that the baby is here”, the maid, the oldest one, that had known you since you were a child, approached you, “I need to tell you something”

“What is it?”, you asked, concerned

“Prince Aemond went to fight the Northerner army”, she said, and that truly surprised you, “and the knights of the Vale, but also… Daemon Targaryen''

“Daemon?”, you asked, amazed, “really?”, she nodded enthusiastically. 

“I heard him talking to the maester, the Northerner army gathered, it is one of the greatest the seven kingdoms has ever seen”

Daemon was the only one who could face Aemond and actually have a chance, but his chance will certainly increase if…

You helped him

“Why are you telling me this?”, you asked her

“Queen Rhaenyra sits the iron Throne”, you gasped, “the only Green army left is in Harrenhal, the last stand of the Greens!”, she said

“Rhaenyra sits on the Iron Throne?”, you asked, wanting to cry from happiness

“Yes!”, she said, “and the final battle is going to be fought in Harrenhal!”

You looked at your baby in your arms, it could only take two days for you to be ready again. You could go to Harrenhal, nobody was going to stop you, you could leave your baby here, he was going to be safe… but you doubted, what if Aemond made it, and attacked you? he could kill you… 

And then, your baby, with silver hair, he opened his eyes and revealed a pair of icy blue eyes, gray almost, just like Cregan’s

You gasped.

He truly could be Cregan’s, you had to fight for the Northerners!, you had to help them, you had to help end this madness

Aemond had arriveD before everyone, but thanks to his spies he knew the army was within a two day march away from the castle

He was tempted to go and meet them halfway and burn them all

But his army was halfway as well

It needed to be decisive and a powerful hit to the Black forces.

And after this, he was going to retake the capital and save his mother and sister. His drunk of a brother could be gone for all he cared, he was going to be King next. 

ALL WAS GOING TO BE WELL 

He had the girl, he was going to have a child, he was going to become king, who cared if he had to betray and force his way into it? it is what he deserved

As he grabbed the stones of the battlements of Harrenhal, and looked beyond those lands to the North, he breathed in all the excitement for the battles to come. 

But as soon as the sun set on the very next day, Aemond, with horror, saw the wood surrounding Harrenhal lit up with a hundred thousands of torches. Threatening him,  teasing him, they surrounded the huge fortress completely, there was no way out for him

If he had been only a simple man.

That night Harrenhal, and all the men within didn’t sleep. The Northerners and the Knights of the Vale blew horns and played the drums all night long, to completely destroy the morale of the soldiers within the burnt walls.

And it had worked

Aemond haven't sleep a wink the whole night, he didn’t even attempt to go to bed, he just stood over the battlements until the very first light, were this own soldiers started to prepare

The captains of the small group of soldiers came to him, asking him what they were going to do about the huge army waiting like a hungry wolf to a dying prey in front of it, and yet not doing anything.

Aemond had to win some time, his own army could surround them, press them against the castle, and then they could hit them from above and from inside, and the Baratheons and the royal army led by Criston was going to kill them from the back

Oh if only

As he was organizing the boiling of thousands of gallons of oil that was going to be dropped over the heads of the savages from the North, when Aemond heard a sharp growl that made him tremble, although he was never going to admit it

The biggest army in the world was not alone

His uncle had come for him

“I want her to know I’m here”, said Cregan,a s he looked amongst the trees at the high walls of Harrenhal

“She probably believes you are dead”, muttered Deamon, looking at him, the love he saw in the Stark’s eyes was incredible

“I don’t care, remember what I said, no destruction to the castle, we don’t know where she is…”

“Yes, I know”, he said, almost bored. Daemon put his helmet on, and then walked towards Caraxes, climbing to his saddle, and then he commanded him to fly

And the battle started.

Caraxes flew over Harrenhal teasing Aemond and Vhagar. The greens distributed their efforts in all points of the battlements, following the lead of the Blacks that had surrounded the castle, but now, early in the morning they marched towards the weakest point of the walls, focusing all the efforts in one point of the walls. 

The wall was overrun was the Knights of the Vale siege weaponry pretty easily, half day in and they already where breaching the walls

The battle was brutal

Specially when the Baratheons and the remains of the usurper’s royal army arrived and attacked the forces of the blacks that were yet to enter the castle wall’s

A battle that was going to be told throughout the ages,

The castle was quickly overrun, but every soldier of the black forces waited for Cregan’s command. The Stark had clear instructions that he was to be the one to enter the castle first with his best twenty men. The goal was to find you, and the people inside didn’t suffer the cruelties of war. He wanted to secure you first, before he could let his soldiers take the castle.

But he couldn’t find you anywhere

You weren’t here

He felt a desperation inside his chest.

You knew that monster might hurt you, the way sick men harm women, but he could never guess that he could… actually end your life

No, he couldn’t lose hope, he had survived to find you, you couldn’t be gone. No, he believed Sara’s visions, you had so much to life together, you had to be still of this world.

As he was hastily walking towards a huge window… he heard it.

He ran towards it so he could see outside towards the skies, he would recognize that growling anywhere.

Just as Vhagar and Caraxes intertwined in a mortal embrace to kill each other, another dragon soared the skies, a white, huge dragon 

Vhaelar

Vhagar met Caraxes in the skies, he was quickly to bit his wings, but the blood wyrm turned in the air, scratching the Queen of dragon’s chest and making her release him. That is when Vhaelar appeared from between the skies.

Aemond couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

For a second he believed you had come to his aid, but his idea quickly disappeared when Vhaelar close her huge jawa surrounding VHagar’s neck

Caraxes took the opportunity to burn the old dragon’s body and then bit off one of his huge wings.

You were in the air, fighting with dragons.

Cregan saw with wide eyes as you took the Queen of Dragons off of the skies. Vhaelar released Vhagar, that fell limply to the lake underneath. The water column that formed when VHagar fall into the lake was as tall as the castle, but nobody would ever believe it. 

Your huge she-dragon kept herself on the air with the help of her huge wings, and just as Daemon’s Caraxes was also trying to keep himself in the air, he was hurt, but he was going to be alright in time. 

But under Cregan’s and Daemon’s surprised gaze, you made your dragon turn around in the air, and flied away

Cregan whined, concerned, as fast as you had came, you were leaving Harrenhal without even stepping a foot within its walls

Without the support of a dragon the Green forces were done for.

They were completely alienated, having captured Lord Borros Baratheon, Criston Cole and another important men

But Cregan couldn’t care less about that.

He needed to find you. 

More notes!: So... are you still with doubts? hehehe, so he is small... so he could be Aemond's... and has silver hair, but it has eyes with a similar color as Cregan's... and reader did spend a rough period with Aemond without much eating and drinking... so it could be that... anyways I'm not a doctor JEJEJE

A little messy I felt, but I really wanted to write this, up next we will see the reader's POV and FINALLY THE REUNION

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You couldn’t feed your child.

Your milk never came, you guessed because of the fear, the tension, the pain, the sorrow of thinking you had lost your husband and love of your life

But in the middle of the night, you felt something strange, something wet, and it really felt like a dam had broken, releasing yourself.

Jonaerys cried and you felt how the milk flowed from your breasts, waking you up in the middle of the night.

It was some sort of miracle

You looked at a sleepy Cregan who was just woken up just like you

You felt safe now, you were safe, and your body knew it. You stood up and grabbed Jonaerys, and released your breast.

He clung to you in a second, feeding from you hungrily, you wouldn’t have to call the midwife. You almost cried with happiness

“You are feeding him”, Cregan whispered, kissing your naked shoulder, holding you by your back for you to relax against him, like he used to do when you just had Rickon

it felt so nice, so familiar, to have Cregan hold you as you fed your son against you, it felt like nothing had happened, oh how you wished that was true… That nothing happened to you, that you didn’t have the need to doubt your son’s paternity.

But this was the first step to recover from this, having Cregan holding you, with the love and devotion in his eyes that he always had, despite all the things Aemond did to you, his love for you didn’t change a bit, and that was your biggest lifeline right now.

You woke up the next morning with Cregan sitting in the bed, holding Jonaerys 

He was cuddling him against his neck, as he breathed his son in

“What are you doing?”, you asked, amused

“I’m trying to engrave our son’s smell in my mind”, he whispered, with a little smile, as he looked at you with those icy blues that made you feel so safe, “He has this distinct smell, just like Rickon”, he admitted, and you felt your heart jump in your chest, he was so sweet with his babies, he was such a great father

A couple of days had passed, and even though you were enjoying staying here in your home with your husband and child, you felt like a big part was missing

Rickon and Sara

You wanted to see them, you needed to see your son

Soa after much begging and an uncomfortable check up from the maester, Cregan and you were ready to leave the outskirts from Runestone. You had said goodbye to all the servants and guards that had kept you safe, and were living in your home, keeping it alive, it was very sentimental… But there was only one thing in your mind, and it was seeing your son. 

You could tell that Cregan was nervous, he had flied in your dragon before, but never with his newborn son in his arms, you smiled at him as you help him place Jonaerys in a sort of sling, that was tied to his chest, back and over his arms, the safest place your baby could be

Jonaerys was sleeping, cuddled against his father’s chest, unaware of his surroundings and his father’s nervousness

You exited the castle, and you found it strange that Vhaelar was not there to greet you, you guessed she was in her cave, which wasn’t odd, so you walked ahead to find her

She was coiled on herself on the biggest cave near the castle, she could feel you walking towards her, so she raised her head and cooed at you softly

“rytsa konīr” [Hello there], you greeted, she roared softly, raising from the ground, and you could feel the heat coming from a special spot under her.

Was that…?

You walked towards it, and you found it, a fresh nest, still smoking

“ao ilagontan iā dorolvie hen drōma”, [you laid a clutch of eggs], Vhaelar cooed softly, sounding so proud of herself. 

You took the eggs softly, two eggs, for your two children

You needed to be fast, and fly North to place them on heating chambers

“ivestragī's jikagon lenton”, [Let’s go home], you said to her

The fly was too long for your taste, you would be able to get to Winterfell before the day’s end, but it couldn’t come fast enough

Your bag was burning with both eggs, and you heart was soaring with the prospect of seeing your child again

Vhaelar felt your nervousness and was determined to please you, you could tell that she was flying as fast as she could

You had to stop along the way, Jonaerys got fuzzy, and you admired your baby for how strong he was. 

But he was a newborn, so he quickly fell asleep again. Cregan cradled him against him, it was funny because he was being so protective over his pup, it was a face of him you really really loved. 

And finally you saw Winterfell’s towers an hour before the sun sets

Vhaelar landed heavily, she was tired, and you will compensate her for her efforts soon, but first.

You ran towards the gates which were already opened, waiting for you. 

You crossed the first gate and the bridge, and then you could see your home

Your home, Winterfell

A place for a fleeting couple of weeks you believed you were never going to see again.

Sara came outside the castle to greet you, she was so happy and relieved

The people gathered to receive you, they all seemed happy and relieved, they wanted to see their Lord, and their Lady

“I’m so glad you are alright!”, she hugged you tightly, because Cregan had Jonaerys in his arms, you hugged her back, she held you tight against her, and when she finally released you, she had tears in her eyes

And then she turned to Cregan, being clearly distracted by the bundle in his arms

“Oh, I have another nephew!”, she giggled widely, watching your baby’s face, “he looks just like you”, she said, looking back at you. Sara hugged Cregan tightly, trying not to crush his son

Cregan and you greeted all the people that were there, that had come to receive you, his master at arms, the maester of Winterfell, Thelma!

She cooed at Jonaerys in his father’s arms

“He is kissed by snow”, she said sweetly, “just like his mama!”

She hugged you both, and guided you inside the castle

You went directly to your room, you wanted to place JOnaerys in his own crib and also you needed to put the eggs by the fire.

Sara left you in your rooms, while she went to get your son, you were so nervous you couldn’t wait.

“We are home”, Cregan said, looking at you and the eggs nervously

“We are home”, you said back, with unshed tears in your eyes. “And we are going to see out child”

“Our baby boy”, he whispered with a proud smile on his face

You placed both eggs by the fire, one was dark blue with black markings, and the other was red with the same dark markings. You hoped they hatched, you thought the blue one for Rickon, and the Red one for Jonaerys

You were so excited to see Rickon, and when Sara came back, she had him in her arms… she had your son

You gasped, he had grown so much, you left a baby and you came back to a small child

“Look who it is!”, Sara said, pointing at you, Rickon turned to look at you, his purple eyes so striking, “mama and papa”

You wanted to walk towards him and hold him, Cregan, who was still holding Jonaerys, wanted that too, but Rickon’s frowned face didn’t let you.

He didn’t know who you where

It broke your heart

He didn’t reach for you

You whined in pain, as Rickon cuddled against Sara’s chest, not recognizing you, hiding from you, You felt Cregan surrounding you with one of his arms

“He doesn't know who we are”, you cried

“It will take a while”, whispered Cregan against your temple, “but he will take to us again”. He dropped a comforting kiss, as bitter tears fell down your eyes, your heart a little broken. You could tell that Cregan was containing himself too.

Then Jonaerys cried in Cregan’s arms, and that seemed to catch Rickon’s attention, he looked towards you, and he threw his little arms at you

In a daze of happiness you picked him up in your arms, as Sara passed him on to you, but his sole attention was in the bundle in his father’s arms right next to you. He sort of used you to get to him.

He leaned into them, too see his baby brother who was whining, reaching out of the mantle you kept him in

“It’s your baby brother”, you whispered to your eldest son, and to your amazement, he seemed to recognize your voice, he looked up at you with his big purple Valyrian eyes, “hello my boy”, he then cuddled against your neck, grabbing into your vest with your chubby hands

You couldn’t help but cry with happiness as you held your son against you, you had missed him so much, you left here with a three-month old and came back to a one year old, Cregan placed himself right next to you, placing your children together, in a comforting family hug.

It was finally over, all of it, all of the pain…

You were safe again. 

You were home. 

For the next few days, you were cupped up in your room, with both your babies.

Cregan at first find it endearing, but as days passed he was starting to be concerned

You wouldn’t leave your rooms

You wouldn’t leave your children out of your sight

You wouldn’t even wanted to go to the great hall to eat

You barely let Sara see you

He understands what you went through, being separated from your baby, being kidnapped… being…

But as he gazed at you, you were playing with your sons, tickling them, kissing them, making funny noises. Rickon would giggle and play back, but Jonaerys barely could focus his eyes, he was too little yet

They were your precious babies, you didn’t wanted to left them even for a minute, the very thought of being away from them brought you physical pain

You didn’t wanted to be away front hem ever again

YOu felt Cregan looking at you with his lovey eyes, even though he also looked concerned

“Something happened?”, you asked softly

“No my love”, he said gently, entering the room, sitting by your side, and he looked at the babies

Rickon reached for him and Cregan took him in his arms

Rickon had recognize you as his parents, you could feel it, and he cuddled against his father’s chest 

“The people of Winterfell want to see their lady”, he said softly, “they want to see the future of the Kingdom of the North”, he implied, the babies

You felt a little guilty 

“I’m sorry”, you whispered, now you were worrying your husband

“You have nothing to be sorry for”, he said gently, “I just want to make sure you are alright, I know you believed you were never coming back, that perhaps you were never going to see Rickon again”

“Cregan”, you called, he looked down at you, as he was standing with Rickon in his arms, and you were sitting down on the edge of the bed.

“I will take the children to Sara for a while alright?”, he asked softly, and you could never deny something to those beautiful eyes

“Yes”, you said, You helped him palace Jonaerys in his other arm, and then, he exited the room with your children

You knew you had to face your demons when he came back, you instinctively looked at your wrists

And then is how Cregan found you, he took your hands gently, gazing down at you, and then he sat by your side

“What happened here?”, Cregan asks softly, caressing the red mark in your wrists. He feared the worst

“I…”, you didn’t want to tell him, you didn’t want him to treat you like the broken thing you were, “please”, you begged, but he leaned in and kissed the mark, both your wrists

“I need you to tell me, so I can help you move past this”, he whispered, looking into your eyes

“Aemond chained me…”, you confessed, “...to the bed, after I tried to kill him and almost succeed to plunge a dagger into his heart”, he only nodded, watching the marks, but you could see the pain in his eyes, “it was only for a couple of weeks because…”, you whispered, “he then told me you were dead so I wouldn’t even move so he released me”, it broke your heart when a single tear fell down his eye

“I’m so sorry”, he whispered, kneeling in front of you, kissing your wrists endlessly 

“This isn’t your fault, if anything, it was me, I went willingly…”, you didn’t even realize you were crying

“You were trying to save us all, and you did”, he said softly, “I can’t undo what he did, but I only can promise you that nobody will harm you ever again”, he promised, looking deep into your eyes, “do you believe me?”

“I do”, you said firmly

“Nobody will harm our children”, he said then, “we won”

“I know”, you said then, with a small smile

“He is paying for what he did”, eh said then, and in that, he was trying to convince himself too, “he has no dragon, no army, no allies, nothing”, he said firmly, “he is nothing, you destroyed him”

“Yes”

“Say it”, he said

“I destroyed him”

“He harmed you, and you destroyed him”, he said firmly

“I made him pay for what he did”, you said back

“We won”, he said firmly

“We won”, you repeated, now truly sinking in.

Cregan had announced the end of the war in the great Hall, with every Lord in the proximities, those who could make it with short days of notice, and specially those who weren’t in the march

Even though the army was camping outside of King’s Landing right now, most of the northerner men within it

The greens had been defeated, and Rhaenyra reigned the Seven Kingdoms

Cregan held a feast in the hall

You knew he did it more for you, then for the reasons he claimed, since his men weren’t here. He did it so you would get out of your room and for the North to see your children, who were too small and just got fuzzy with all the noise, but still, they got to see them 

Even though the loud noises bother you

Even though when somebody move too quickly nd close to you you flinched

Even though you still could feel Aemond’s hands on you

Even though all those awful things…

The loud cries of your babies soothed you

The movements of your husband, or Sara who constantly hugged you calmed you

Cregan’s soft and gentle touch erased all those bad memories.

You had won

You were home

And nobody was ever going to hurt you again

And if they did…

They were going to face fire and blood

More notes: Shorter chapter, but because I wanted to write the reunion, even though the main "problem", is solved, I sttill want to write a couple of more chapter in this timwline before I write a couple of epilogues! we are close to the end!

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