The cloaked girl in white ● After The Dance

Chapter three

It's also a shorter chapter. Lucky for you, there are 3 already written.

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Chapter Three.

After Vis had admitted to secretly interacting with Vhagar for over three years, the prince had contained his anger and sat himself back into the chair he was in earlier. The queen had taken the girl with the white hair's hand, guiding her to the sofa next to him.

She had explained all about the legend of her late husband, the kings sister Aerys, and the stillborn daughter that was said to have been swapped once the Maesters had realized that the babe was not dead after all. The bodies of Princess Aerys and the swapped babe had been given a dragons funeral, and the whole keep had been saddened by the event for many moons.

A few years later, rumors had started to spread. That a white-haired girl had been brought to winterfell by the Lord Harron Stark, presented as his bastard. Telling the story that her white hair was a result of her mother, a common whore having the child cut out of her belly.

For another year, the rumors spread like wildfire. But when the king sent a convoy of his men to find the white haired babe in Winterfell, the girl was gone. She had not been seen since the Lord had died. The Starks had been happy to get rid of their late Lords bastard daughter, and they had nothing to report on who or where she had been taken to.

Rumors had turned into legend over the years, perhaps because in Kings Landing, a white haired child outside of the keep was not uncommon, as bastards from the Targaryen family were born in the capital all the time. Nobody had questioned it when another girl had shown up.

Yet, the queen also admitted that her adoptive father and mother, Lord and Lady Borron, had done an amazing job with conceiling their new delight, especially because Lord Borron had been in the Kings council

After the queen had finished, she added something that sent Vis into a panic.

"You can't keep living outside of the keep, Visenya. You need to move your residence here. We can not take the chance of you living with God knows who, and God knows where." Aemond had agreed, suggesting that she would be put in the red corridor in her own mother Aerys' old chambers.

There, he could make sure to keep an eye on her, as that was where he had his chambers. Vis did not like that suggestion and had thrown herself from her seat and up to a quick pace. When she was about to exit the queens chambers, the door was blocked by her new cousin, shaking his head.

"Think again." Is all he had said.
She returned to her seat by the queen, giving in to the misery she had been put in. All because she had forgotten her bonnet that day. All because she didn't fasten her cloak better. All because she needed to see the only creature that made her day brighter. Only because the blood turned blue. Only because of those small things, she was now no longer a simple lady. She was a princess. A Targaryen princess.

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- Scuttle