❝ we will get our Ice dragon on her throne, and you my northern boy, you and our princess will bring ice and fire together to rule as one ❞
In which Rhaenyra Targaryen forges a marriage and an alliance with the great northern house Stark.
Rhaenyra T...
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Rhaenyra Targaryen was born on a stormy night to a lady mother whom adored her the minute she laid eyes on her and a king for a father whos eyes only shone with disappointment. She grew up to the screams of her mother in the birthing bed, time after time, funeral after funeral of brothers and sisters that never where. She had but one friend in her lonely castle, Alicent Hightower the daughter of her fathers hand Otto Hightower. She was a good friend, a kind friend, a true friend. At one point in their childhood she had though herself in love with the girl, she soon came to realize that feeling was a feeling of love for a friend who lifted her from her loneliness. She had her mother, Queen Aemma, and she dotted and loved Rhaenyra but if rhaenyra was being honest to herself, she felt love but most of all she felt pitty and sadness for always pregnant and never arms full Queen Aemma.
There was one other whom Rhaenyra held a place in her heart for, the heir of Winterfell, Brandon Stark. They had met as children of 5 in the halls of the north during a kings tour. He showed her the hot springs and the Mountain View's from the roof of his castle, Lord Stark had scolded them and made them promise that for lemon cakes they wouldn't tell her king father of their climbing together, he showed her his direwolf and for a gentle pet she let him touch her baby dragon Syrax as well. They ran through the garden and had lunch under the Weirwood tree. It was the best month of young Rhaenyras life and then she had to leave. She cried and cried and he did too, having to be pulled apart but their fathers as their lady mothers laughed at the scene. She cried all the way home, swearing to never speak to her father again for taking her from her friend, that only lasted a few seconds due to the lemon cakes he held out for her. She didn't think she'd ever see him again, after all he was from the chilly north and her small Syrax had begun a cold as soon as she was let out into the snow.
The next time she'd meet the white wolf of winterfell would be the day her father let her mother be ripped apart for an heir who lived two hours.
That is where our story begins, the story of a white wolf and a dragon, a story of tragedy and love, a story of betrayal and loyalty, a story of green and black
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an: omg yay i'm so exited to get this story fully going!! i am sooo excited to develop my pairings (Brandon stark ahhhhh and my baby H and Cregan, wanted to make a ff of them but also want to develop r and h as sisters first!) I tend to write and post without editing fully so if you see grammar mistakes so sorry, promise they will be fixed eventually lol. I'm planning to stick to a posting schedule so eventually I will post some sort of schedule so you know when to tune in for updates!! Also want to thank all those who have liked the first 2 intro chapters and all those who have added my story to their reading list and library! (I get so happy each time I see a notif for a reading list bc I only have none story chapters so I'm glad this plot idea has intrigued y'all!) - shell c:
