Chapter 2

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Lucenys knelt before the statue of the Mother lighting a candle, praying for her family on Dragonstone.

When she finished she smoothed her skirt as Lord Manderly's sons also rose from the Warrior statue. Lord Stark remained seated looking at the statue of the Old Woman.

"Does Winterfell have a Sept?" Lucenys asked Lord Stark.

The four of them walked through the square where there was a statue of a Triton with his trident. Lucenys was in a nice cloak with rabbit fur lining inside of it, wearing a lovely blue lace dress by Tirosh.

"Unfortunately, the North is more of a follower of the Old Gods, princess," Lord Stark replied. "white port is the only place in the North where both Faiths are practiced."

Lucenys let out an "Ohhhh" as she nodded.

She couldn't stop looking at Lord Stark, at first glance it seemed that he was taller than her uncle Aegon, he being a year older than Lord Stark.

Tall, with dark brown hair and piercing gray eyes, Lucenys was charmed.

"We are near the street of bread, princess", he said, taking her out of her reverie, he offered her his arm and Lucenys very shyly entwined her thin arm with his. "And I know where they make good pies."

"I trust your good judgment Lord Stark," Lucenys smiled at Lord Stark.

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Alicent touched her Seven Pointed Star necklace as she watched Aemond organize his trunk.

She was distraught to see Dragonstone go.

She insisted to Viserys that it was not recommended that her son go for two weeks with Rhaenyra. But he insisted that it was necessary that he spend a few days in the company of Lucenys.

Lucenys Velaryon.

Alicent when she saw her she learned of Rhaenyra's sins with Harwin Strong.

Baby Strong.

As time went by, she watched as Rhaenyra's child clung to Aemond. Until she took his eye.

"I was a scared girl saving her brother" said an inner voice. Alicent could never complain about Lucenys.

Unlike Rhaenyra, who at a very young age escapes from the Septs to tour the red fortress, Lucenys listened fervently to Septa Yunet when she read to her from the book of the Seven Points or accompanied her to pray to the Great Sept.

She was silent and obedient like a little bird locked up in her cage.

When things calmed down, she thought the idea of marrying Aemond to Lucenys was perfect.

The girl was a devout believer in the gods and she never caused trouble.

She would wait for the girl to have her first bleeding and request her presence in Court. Before the gods she would already be a woman to be married and bedridden.

She would rip Lucenys from Rhaenyra's arms and raise her as her own.

She loved Helaena, but she didn't understand her daughter's ramblings and mumbles of meaningless phrases to her.

She would take Lucenys Velaryon and mold her into her perfect daughter, turning away from Rhaenyra's side when it came time to contest Aegon's crown.

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Lucenys sobbed as the Master of New Fortress bandaged her left foot. Kepa held her hand while she continued crying.

She was so comfortable on her last day in white port, but a pack of squirrels ruined her day when they jumped on her for that piece of pecan bread. A group of five squirrels that caused her to stumble and sprain her ankle.

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