Dance of The Dragonwolf

A Walk Through Memories

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Benjen couldn't help but smile at the sight of his beloved daughter, now a grown woman, holding her own family close.

"Father, it's good to see you again."

"Daughter, you look healthy and happy. Brings me joy to see you." Benjen spoke with a deep voice, looking at Lyanna from up close with a kind smile, his attention turning to Prince Daemon, standing beside Lyanna.

"I hope you find Winterfell to your liking, Prince Daemon." The man spoke respectfully, shaking the prince's hand.

"Quite a beautiful castle you have, my lord. It might be cold, but I see the appeal to it." Daemon spoke respectfully before pushing Aenar forward, who looked up at Benjen.

With a twinkle in his eye and a warm smile on his face, Benjen crouched down to meet him at eye level. As he took in the sight of the child before him, Benjen couldn't help but notice the striking resemblance to his daughter, Lyanna. The young boy's dark hair was a clear indication of his Stark heritage, but there was something about his eyes that betrayed his Targaryen bloodline.

"You must be my grandson," Benjen spoke softly, his voice filled with warmth and affection. "Your resemblance to your mother is uncanny, but there's no mistaking the Targaryen look in you."

"Yes, Lord Stark. I'm Aenar Targaryen." Aenar spoke, straightening himself in front of the lord, he didn't know the man, but he could see the similarities between Benjen and Lord Eddard Stark.

"No need for that, young Stark. Just call me Grandfather." The man spoke softly before standing up and addressing his daughter.

"You must be tired from the journey. Please come in. I really want to hear everything you have to tell me about the South." Benjen encouraged, before ordering the servants of House Stark, including Bennard Stark and his children, to guide them all inside to their respective bedchambers; Benjen couldn't remember the last time Winterfell had so many guests, and there would be even more; it was a Royal Weeding, Houses from all over Westeros except Dorne were invited in this Wedding, Benjen was sure Winterfell and Wintertown never had this many people at the same time ever before.

Benjen knew this wedding was a huge boom for House Stark, as much if not more than when Lyanna married Prince Daemon; while that marriage had tied House Stark with the Royal Family, the betrothal between Rickon and Princess Gael Targaryen would secure that the future generation of House Stark would have Stark and Targaryen Blood.

Both held blood with magic; As Benjen reminisced about his childhood, his mind wandered to the mischievous little mouse that used to scurry around the kitchen of Winterfell, causing chaos and commotion among the staff. However, rather than trapping or shooing the pesky rodent away like most children would, Benjen discovered a unique talent within himself - the ability to warg into animals and see the world through their eyes. With intense concentration and a deep connection to the little mouse, Benjen was able to enter its mind and feel the thrill of scurrying across the cold stone floors and nibbling on scraps of food left behind by the cooks.