A daughter born admits snow with ice in her eyes and fire in her heart
A son born admits flames with fire in his eyes and ice in his heart
The union between the Wolf Lady of the North and the Dragon Prince of the South will forever be remembered as...
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303 AC, Stark-Targaryen Camp, Crownlands
The snow fell from the sky, making it difficult to even see your own hand if you held up it in front of you. Like one of the snowflakes she slowly fell to the ground, landing in the middle of a battle that was being fought amidst the trees. Three figures stood close to a sledge where the last figure was seated and it took her a few seconds to recognise who it was.
Lucelia, her sweet Lucy, had grown so much since they last saw each other, but there was no doubt in her mind that it was her. In a way, it was like looking in a mirror that showed you your younger self. Lucy had always taken after her the most, but her beautiful cat-green eyes that glittered like emeralds were from her father.
In the sledge sat Bran who had the same dark auburn hair, almost brown, that he shared with his older brother. But his eyes, that once had been clear blue, was milky white now and his head was thrown back, like he was sleeping. Or dead.
The other two figures she had never seen before; but she could easily figure it out. The boy shared a lot of features with Howland Reed with his blonde hair and deep green eyes. The girl looked the opposite with curly brown hair and green eyes.
All she could do was watch as the wights ran out to attack the group who did their best to defend themselves. The direwolves, Summer and Visenya, helped fighting them off but they were money.
Had she been able to scream she would have when a wight crashed into the Lucy with enough force to send her flying through the air. She hit a tree and then fell limp down to the ground. She wanted to move forward, to run to her, but found herself unable to move.
The boy ran over to her while more wights appeared behind the trees, attacking the small group who didn't have much strength to fight back. It was over. The direwolves wouldn't be able to hold them back for much longer.
That's when a hooded figure emerged from the shadows on top a horse, another horse close behind him. The hooded figure started to fight off the wights but she found herself unable to take her eyes of Lucy, who was slipping in and out of consciousness.
By the time the hooded rider hade managed to defeat the wights Lucy had gone completely limp. Her eyes were closed and blood was dripping down from a wound on her forehead. The rider dismounted his horse and-
Alyssa sucked in a deep breath, sitting up slightly in her bed, breathing harshly. She felt like she was on fire and quickly kicked her furs off her while she tried to get control of her own breathing.
