Visenya Targaryen knew many things to be true. She was Harwin Strong's daughter. She was a Targaryen Princess regardless. And she was not going to marry for love.
With a war looming, Rhaenyra Targaryen must do everything in her power to strengthen h...
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'I heard that he's as tall as a giant and can crush a man's head between his two hands.'
'My septa told me that nobody here would have ever seen him because he doesn't come South to keep the fact he's a dwarf hidden!"
'Oh don't be stupid, of course he's not a dwarf!'
'Well I heard he's half wild, like a beast from the story books. Half man, half dire wolf who changes every full moon'
'Well from what Madelaine Manderley said in her last letter, he's more of a beast when it comes to women rather than the wild."
Visenya was quite sick of it, the rumours and the whispers that people now shared with her because they were sure it was helpful or somehow a kindness to know more about the man she was signed away to.
And they brought her no comfort. Although it was perhaps for the best as she was quickly realising that the North was not a place of comfort and she had better get used to it.
Visenya could thank the Gods for one small mercy.
'Dragons should not be left alone... not so far from home."
Her mother had responded when Visenya had begged for her dragon to be allowed to accompany her North.
Visenya did not want to be the only dragon forced to endure it. And Grey Ghost was the closest thing to her own family she would have at Winterfell.
That is, until she would become Lady Stark and both inherited a family and was forced to build her own, she remembered bitterly with a shudder.
"Daemon and I have allies across the Seven Kingdoms but those in the North are more loyal to the North than they are to anyone else."
Her mother had told her, as if Visenya needed it explained.
"There has never lived a Stark who has forgotten an oath, Visenya and with House Stark the North will follow"
Daemon reminded her, one hand on Dark Sister and the other on Visenya's mother.
Visenya understood why, she had accepted it and dealt with it quite reasonably she had thought except for the two breakfast trays she hurled at the wall, the cup she had thrown when Jace made a joke about being Lady Stark and the woodshed she and Grey Ghost had burnt to ash at the edge of Dragonmount the morning it was agreed. She had been the one to agree to it. No one had forced her or begged her. Especially her mother. Visenya would never be forced to marry someone if she did not want to. But conflict seemed inevitable.
The childish squabbling had climaxed and Aemond had lost an eye after claiming Vaghar. After that, relations were tense and fraught and after retreating to Dragonstone, Visenya knew that her mother's ascencion to the throne was not a done deal.
