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CHAPTER THIRTEEN.
WINTERFELL
116 AC
THE journey to the North was long and uncomfortable. Visenya was mounted on her horse and though she was used to both horse and dragon riding, her muscles ached. She'd been riding for days and it was something she had not experienced before.
Not to mention she already missed the bustle of the Keep. She missed her father and Rhaenyra, both of whom had wept when she was forced to leave. She was unlike Rhaenyra, heir to the throne, where her husband was required to stay with her wherever she chose. She was like every other noble Lady.
Addam had been sweet enough during their journey. He'd taken a separate tent, though made a show of entering hers before sneaking out the other side. He hadn't made a move to bed or kiss her and Visenya was quite grateful. She didn't think she could handle it.
Finally, on the last day of their journey, they arrived at Winterfell just a few hours after sunset. The banners were seen on the hills and a welcome party stood in the courtyard to embrace them. Not to mention, Meranax shrieked as he swooped low, alerting the Northerners to their arrival. They gasped as they saw him, most scuttling in the other direction in fear. The large dragon had landed outside the walls of Winterfell and Visenya planned to take him to the mountains for a ride soon. The Princess dismounted, quite inelegantly and stopped beside Addam as he greeted his family.
Only his brother had been at the wedding as his father and mother had died not so long ago. His brother, Rickon, was the Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North. He was a short and stout man with a trimmed dark beard and equally dark hair. He had a wife, Gilliane Glover who was only slightly younger than him with blond hair. She was plump and sweet as a large smile spread across her rosy face. They had two sons, Brandon a tiny boy about 4 resembling his father with brown hair and brown eyes who was cowering behind his mother, and Cregan a boy of about 8 with black hair and grey eyes. If Visenya was correct in remembering he had fathered a bastard daughter named Sarah who lived in the neighbouring village.
The youngest brother, Bennard Stark seemed to scowl at the sight of her. He was not as handsome as his older brothers but looked quite similar with the same head of hair as Rickon and the same blue eyes as Addam.
Addam stepped aside, "Brothers, my I present my wife. Princess Visenya of House Targaryen."
"It's a pleasure, my Lords," Visenya plastered on a smile.
Bennard huffed and strode away.
Addam leaned into her side, "Don't mind him, he's a grump."
"And a bore," Gilliane chuckled. Visenya could tell that she would already like the woman. She reminded her much of Cyrenna, her handmaiden. Unfortunately, the woman was not able to accompany Visenya to Winterfell.
