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...
Little bit early! But this was one of those chapters that was one of the first ideas I had about writing a Cregan Stark fic. I'm absolutely loving writing this story even if it's proving a lot harder than other stuff I've written. Reading people's comments and reactions makes it so much more fun too! Love, M
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Cregan Stark knew that he had married a woman who was a force to be reckoned with. She proved this with every act of defiance, every icey glare, ever barbed comment she threw at him. But arriving home to Winterfell, to be told that not only was his wife not there but they weren't sure where she was, only where she was going tested his ever-wearing thin patience.
He had swung off his horse, relieved to be home when his mother came rushing towards him. He knew by her face that something had happened.
"What is it?" he asked, feeling something like panic flood his veins.
"She wouldn't wait, Cregan she left days ago"
His eyes darted around hoping to catch a glimpse of a black cloak and burning lilac eyes.
"Where is she?"
His mother grabbed his arm but Cregan was already climbing back onto his horse.
"The raven came days ago, Lord Orren appealed for aid from his Liege lord... she wouldn't wait!"
Cregan heard his mother's words but it wasn't what he wanted. He needed to know where she was.
"She flew to Bear Island?" he barked, knowing that it was exactly what she would do.
And a flame of pride burned in his chest for her. The dragon princess who had flown North and married him for her family now fought for his people. Because they were hers now too.
But that flame was quickly overpowered. Visenya and Ghost had flown to Bear Island with no aid and no way of knowing when aid would come. The Thenns were vicious, monstrous warriors who wouldn't care for consequences that came with harming the Lady of Winterfell or a Princess of the Realm.
"Send a raven to Edric at Deepwood Motte. Tell him to sail for Bear Island immediately with every man Lord Glover can spare. Tell him to make not a moment's delay!"
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The journey from Winterfell to Bear Island was the longest Cregan had ever experienced. It certainly wasn't since he had once gone to Dorne with his father and even to Oldtown a handful of times. But Cregan didn't sleep or eat, he barely felt able to breathe until the ship he had gotten from Deepwood Motte was sailing into Bear Island's harbour.
He had felt sick in his stomach at the thought of what might await him. Edric gutted and mutilated, Visenya and Ghost ripped apart, a Thenn wearing a necklace woven from her hair and another wearing Edric's hand around his neck. He imagined all the ways he would rip their bodies apart, eyes from sockets and arms from shoulders if they had laid a hand on his family.
