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CHAPTER FOURTEEN.
THE WOLFSWOOD
117 AC
VISENYA'S head whipped around the courtyard of Winterfell, her eyes searching for the two little boys who were her nephews. They had disappeared on her watch and she was most definitely not happy about it.
A long year had passed since her marriage to Addam Stark and winter had come around once more. And even after a year, she would still never be used to the snow sticking to the ground and crunching under her boots.
During that year, she'd come to know many things about the Stark family. She knew that Rickon liked to ride and hunt with his brothers. She knew that Gilliane liked to sit with her children and tell them stories. She knew to stay clear of Bennard, whom still harboured a strange grudge toward her. She learnt that Brandon had a keen fascination for being a knight and that Cregan had similar aspirations and wished to join the Gold Cloaks. And she knew that her husband, Addam Stark, liked to sit and read in her presence.
Addam was seemingly already comfortable with her in the first few weeks of their marriage, whilst Visenya herself was quite awkward. She wasn't too sure why Addam seemed to enjoy her company so much, considering Visenya didn't say much to him. She didn't know what to say. Even after a year of marriage, Visenya still acted oddly around him.
However, she didn't dislike him. He was sweet. He cared about her. A lot actually, if Visenya thought about it properly. Visenya knew from the beginning she would end up falling for him. She just didn't know how to start.
The Targaryen woman slipped suddenly, a curse breaking from her lips as she steadied herself. She heard two small giggles and her head snapped up, "Shit!" Cregan repeated.
"Fuck! No! Where did you come from," Visenya exclaimed in exasperation.
"We were here the whole time. We watched you slip," Brandon laughed.
"You've said many naughty words, Aunt Enya," Cregan stated, a dangerous glint in his little brown eyes and a haunting smile pulling at his lips.
Visenya surged forward and crouched in front of the boys, "Yes. I have. And those words are only for grown-ups. They're cursed you see, if you say it a certain number of times... bad things happen."
"Like what?" Both questioned.
"Tiny little men will come into your chambers and cut out your tongue," she lied. Amusement filled her as both boys looked horrified. She stood to her full height and looked down at the boys with a questioning glance, "Indeed, the last little boy that said a bad word, was never able to say anything ever again. Now, do you promise me that you'll never say a bad word again?"
