The cloaked girl in white ● After The Dance

Chapter fifty-six

I know a lot of you have waited for Winterfell.

My mum nagged me for 5 years to start reading a song of ice and fire. On top of that, she nagged me for 4 seasons to watch Game of Thrones. I tried watching episode 1 and put it away for another season. Gave it another shot, watched 9 episodes on season 1, and did not even see a single dragon as I was promised. I put it away yet again, and the day season 7 aired, I finally started picking up on it. I realized there and then that if I had just watched another episode, I would have gotten to see Drogon, Rheagal, and Viserion. This sparked a huge chain reaction and my biggest and longest hyperfixation yet, which, by the way, is still going strong.
No pun intended.

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CHAPTER FIFTYSIX

Four months later, somewhere over the north of Westeros

It was getting so much more colder the further up north they got.

Vis had known that when she and Jace had decided to head for Winterfell on dragonback, she needed to pack warmer clothes. But nothing had prepared her for the sharp, crisp air that even seemed to slow down Syrax.

She had chosen to go back to a saddle when she claimed Syrax as she made it very clear on their first proper ride that she did not like to have someone on her back without one.

It came in handy now, for she had strapped their satchels to the saddle, and now she had let go of the rains in favor of finding another cloak for more warmth.

They had been flying for hours, not taking a break because the matter was a little urgent, and she wanted to get over with it.

She had spent the next months after the whole Aegon going rogue situation to distance herself from him, and up until now, he had yet to start drinking again. But she did not have it in her to lock him up as Jace had suggested. And Aegon seemed to have finally understood that the love he had with her was over. It had helped greatly to occupy her mind with work, and even though she wished for a peaceful reign, it was never ever going to happen.

For a woman sitting on the Iron Throne, being a single ruler of the seven kingdoms had never ever happened. And there was now a rebellion.

That rebellion came in the form of wildlings attacking the wall. They came during the night and took out the western most station within hours. Giants had forced themselves through the gate, men and women had climbed the wall in silence, and taken down the stationed men at the top of the world like trained assassins.

When a wildling had been caught, tortured for answers, she had admitted that they were just getting started. They wanted land and land in the south. And even though there was plenty of it, it was not theirs to take. And a proclaim on the north was an attack against the crown and the one who sat upon it.

So when the warden of the north had asked for his Queen to visit Winterfell and had reminded her that she too was a north woman, she had not wasted any time.

A month prior she had asked Jace to take over the role as her hand, but he had said no, as he did not feel that he could provide his cousin with the knowledge that her hand needed. So instead, she had made him a lord in waiting, and so he was now the person who would take over if she was to be incapacitated or injured. She did not claim him as heir, as Jace had expressed his feelings that he would prefer to be there only if the worst thing were to happen.

She had during those four months depended greatly on him, and he had offered his support. So when the word came to the Queens' ears about the attack on the wall, they had gotten that message when they had both just landed their dragons in the pit.