Eddard 'Ned' Stark and Rhaenyra Targaryen
He's ice and she's fire
2 complete opposites yet destined to be together
How will the 2 make it through the Dance of the Dragons
Read to find out
Also, to make things clear: House of the Dragon belongs to Ge...
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« It's been about 95 years since Aegon's Conquest and the date of my birth. Those screams you're hearing right now? Those belonged to my mother, Visenya II of House Targaryen. Although their marriage was arranged when they were young and was political because the North has 1 of the largest army seeing as the North is the largest region in the 7 Kingdoms, both she and my father had developed a mutual bond of love and respect. I guess you could say I was lucky to have them as my parents since they made a child of 2 great houses, House Targaryen and House Stark. Giving me the blood of the dragon and the blood of the direwolf. At least that's what I thought at first too. But unfortunately, life can be cruel. »
A tall, bulky man wearing typical Northmen clothes suddenly walks into the room where the screams are coming from
"Visenya!" Rickon exclaims with worried expression on his face.
« And there's Rickon Stark. Heir to be Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North. My father. A tall and bulky man as most Northmen were. He was a good man while he was alive, he loved me and made sure I knew I was both a Stark and a Targaryen, taught me how to be a Stark while my mother's side of the family taught me how to be a Targaryen. Unfortunately, even bad things happen to good people. »
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!! OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!!!!" Visenya howled in pain.
For Visenya, who's laying on the child bed with her legs spread apart and held up and obligated to push again, this discomfort was causing her extreme agony
She was in unbearable pain and her entire body was covered in sweat
Unfortunately, in this world it was a woman's duty to give her husband an heir, but the process of trying to provide one seemed to be more difficult than expected for her
She prayed to the Old Gods of Valyria, to Faith of the 7 and even the Old Gods of the Forest that the child she was giving birth to would survive
"NNNNNNGGGGGGHHHH!!!!" Visenya screamed out.
"Visenya!" Rickon runs to her side. "I'm here, Visenya." he tells her.
"Rickon...! Help me, please! I can't do it, Rickon!" she says starting to sob.
"Shhh, shhh. It's going to be all right. You're going to be all right, you hear me?" Rickon tells her trying to reassure her.
"It hurts! It hurts!" Visenya continues to sob.
"You're almost there, princess," Maester Ashish says as he's squatting at the edge of the bed looking down close to Visenya's opening. "You're doing a good job. Just keep pushing a little while longer. We have to get the child out." he explains to her.
