You became an orphan, niece to the King, you soon find yourself living in the Red Keep, and surrounded with more vipers than dragons. So he betrothed you to a recently widowed Cregan Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North.
And you found...
Warnings: Cursing, medieval and asoiaf customs, AGE GAP, Cregan is 12 years OLDER than reader), arranged marriage, SMUT, might miss some warnings
+18, MINORS DNI
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As you commanded your dragon to fly back to your home in the Vale you couldn't help the shake in your hands as you grabbed the reins tighter.
You had been reckless in coming here, when you left your home this morning you didn't even believed you could make it, but as you approached Harrenhal you realized you had come just in the right moment, the perfect moment
As you commanded Vhaelar to jump on Vhagar, you felt a sharp pain between your thighs, you had just given birth.
And although your dragon did most of the job, your body was a tight as a bow, constricted on it's own, your muscles were so sore you believe it was a miracle when you could unsaddle from your dragon when you arrived back in Runestone, it was already dark, the night had fallen over the seven Kingdoms
You were in shock still
You couldn't believe what you had done
It's like some sort of strange personality had taken over you, the rage, the fire within you had taken control and unleashed its savage self on Aemond
Aemond was dead
You had helped on killing the kinslayer
And perhaps you were one yourself now
You walked slowly inside the castle, all the soldiers and servants had removed the green dragon from their clothing and removed it with the classic red dragon one, of House Targaryen, in your honor
You didn't even know the full extent of Aemond's attack on your home and staff within, you didn't know what was said and done to them, but they all seemed relieved to see you return, unharmed, and something told them everything was over.
You knew they talked amongst themselves, so, it was clear, they reverted their loyalties back to you, you were safe in the castle your father had built for you.
You found the midwife sitting in a rocking chair, sewing something, right next to the crib. You decided right then and there that you had to put everything behind you, you needed to stay here until you healed and then you were going to reach out to Sara in Winterfell to see how you were going to proceed, your baby was yet too small to travel on dragon back and either way, he was the priority now.
And Rickon? your heart clenched in your chest every time you thought about him, you wanted to see him so badly, so terribly much it pained you, you missed him dearly, with every breath you took.
The Midwife found you looking and immediately stood up from her chair and bowed
