Fire of the Sea|1| HOTD

.26

Winterfell,

Syra's POV

As I'm landing I realized no one knows of my arrival. I'm sure now they know as a large black beast just landing on the edge of the castle walls.

Three guards come out and escort me into the walls, they looked scared when approaching me and Canni. As we walked through the gates I didn't see Cregan. He's mostly likely inside just getting done with lunch and will be notified that I'm here. I just hope he isn't displeased with my presence.

We're about halfway through the courtyard when he walks out of the doors. Stopping when he sees me and slowly starts smiling. That's a good sign. His smile relaxes me slightly and he starts walking towards us, giving the guards a nod and they walk off.

"What are you doing here?" He asks

"Was in the area, thought I'd stop by." I joked with a small laugh and noted how easy it was to go back to the way we used to talk. "I'm sorry.."

"For what?" He tilted his head to the side a bit

"Ending the betrothal. Not giving an explanation as to why. And overall never writing to you afterwards." I was incredibly sorry for my actions and if I was ever going to ask for his support we'd have to get on good terms again, but it seems like it won't be that hard since we aren't quite on bad terms.

"You have no reason to be sorry. If I were you and had everything you have going on I would end it too. But I am sad that we never talked after, I enjoyed your letters."

"As did I. I reread them sometimes, but only if I need to remember some history we talked about of Winterfell." I didn't mean to tell him I reread our letters, so I covered it with a lie. A poor one at that.

"Mhmm, of course. And I only reread yours to hear about dragons." He chuckled and for the first time I saw how grown up he'd become. The first time we met, he was a boy. With fluffy hair and barely any facial hair, an unscarred face with a little bit of baby fat still in his cheeks. But looking at him now, he has shorter hair, cropped on the sides. A bit of facial hair on his now defined face, and a multitude of small scars he probably got from training. He was a man now, and I was a woman.

"I hardly recognized you. Probably wouldn't have if you didn't have hair as white as snow." I guess I did grow up in the years we haven't seen eachother.

"Yes, I could blend in perfectly in the snow."

"You'd be a perfect fit in Winterfell." He sighed. "Let's go inside it's chilly out here."

I followed him inside and we made our way to the council room where a fire was going strong next to two chairs. We sit and catch up on meaningless things, just taking in the new experiences the other has had. We are in a peaceful silence when he clears his throat. "So what are you actually doing here?" He looks at me as if he already knows the entire story. So I tell him. I tell him of the death of the king, my flee from Kings Landing, and how my mothers throne has been usurped. He breathed out a heavy sigh when I finish my ramblings.

"Wow, so you want our support?"

"If you think we deserve it, then yes." I wouldn't push it onto him, as Lord of Winterfell now that his father has passed, he makes the decisions and I would never force into giving me his allegiance.

"Well what would the North benefit if we do help you?" He was taking on his role are Warden of the North quite well. It suits him.

"Their warden would be King Consort." I said it so nonchalantly that his head whipped around to see if he misheard me.

"What?" He sounded confused. "We will reinstate the betrothal made years ago, and one day when I'm queen you will be my Consort." I clarified.

"Is that what you want?"

"That's what's good for the realm." I stated. It's not about me and my heart, it's about the realm and how every step I take needs to be in the benefit of the people.

"I will only accept if it's something you want. You shouldn't be trapped with me if it is not your wish."

"I wouldn't be trapped with you, you'd be trapped with me." I laugh, "Plus I do want it. I know you'd be an honorable king and a good husband."

At my words he smiles, taking my hand that's placed on the arm rest and looking me in the eyes deeply, "I will do right by you. Every worry you have will be mine as well, I will fight for you no matter what and with me will come the whole of the North." I didn't know what to say, so instead I just leapt forward and held him. No ones ever given this much care into me, for him to disregard all of the things I did and still be ready to fight for me, still want to marry me, is astonishing.

I stayed for dinner, we stayed in the same room and ate the hefty meal in front of us. We talked about more meaningless things, and some meaningful things. Cregan talked about how difficult it was at first when his father passed and he became Liege Lord. I can tell he's trying his best and he's doing a very fine job at it. He only a few years older than me and already sounds like a wise man.

Cregan seems to think I'm going to claim another dragon, says third ones a charm. I haven't given it much thought but if I found one willing to bond with me it would be if it us, strength in numbers. Not that we need more, having almost double that of the greens dragons. The only threat being the size of Vhagar. But Canni is a close second to Vhagar with Meleys being close to the same size. Caraxes is a strong dragon and ruthless, but he's half the size as Vhagar and syrax is an average adult size. Arrax and Vermax are still in there growing years and are lighter than a warhorse.

Thinking of what dragon could be obtainable, I was escorted by Cregan to a guest chamber. It was the same one I stayed in when I first came to Winterfell. I barely looked around before slipping into the sheets and falling into a deep sleep.

We're back in Winterfell and things are about to get real. I'm definitely going to cry making some of the next chapters. Wish me luck😢