❛ Men would sooner put the realm to the torch than see a woman ascend the Iron Throne. ❜ (jaera to cregan)
his place as warden of the north had not been born from his own skill or birthright but the undermining of his sister. not by his own hand but he had struck a returning blow for her, the blood of his uncle staining his blade. and despite it all: he couldn’t raise his sister up, she was still to be trapped in the gilded cage known as the red keep. but he could support rhaenyra. the rightful heir to the throne, the first child to viserys targaryen, the realm’s delight. the true queen of the seven kingdoms. his father had bowed to support her all those years ago and he was a man of his fathers oath’s. the seven may have acknowledged ageon the second as the rightful heir to the realm but the new gods did not step foot in the north and the old gods only saw rhaenyra targaryen. “ the north will support your mothers claim to the throne. my father vowed under the old & the new gods to support her ascendance the iron throne and i will honor that oath. we will do our best to see that is does not come to flame. our armies are yours, your highness. ”
“ i only ask that should the southern armies that support the false king turn their sights to the north, you will fight for us too. the north is vast and wild but if i am to leave it near undefended, i need to know it is in safe hands. ” she was beautiful— what was it they had said about visenya targaryen? equally as comfortable in chainmail and silk. she might not have mirrored the classical targaryen visage but she held herself as one. he extended a hand, a careful distance between them, “ in the mean time, may i show you around winterfell? i’m sure your ride here was long and arduous. ”
