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...
Summary: Twelve more years had gone by, and you prepare to attend a celebration in King's Landing with all of your children
Pairing: Cregan Stark x Fem!Targaryen Reader
Warnings: Cursing, medieval and asoiaf customs, AGE GAP, Cregan is 12 years OLDER than reader), arranged marriage, might miss some warnings
+18, MINORS DNI
Notes: HERE IT IS! A while ago I published that I had written a fluffy but heartbreaking scene, AND IT IS IN THIS CHAPTER!!!! Sorry for the long wait though! HAHA, but it is here. RHAENYRA HAD HER VISENYA! SURPRISE! * GO TO THE BOTTOM OF THE PAGE TO SEE THE AGES OF CHARACTERS IN THIS CHAPTER*
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12 years later
You were certain that you had given birth to the most handsome young men in all of Westeros. Rickon was handsome, like his father, rough on his features but in a classic way, but Jonaerys? He was beautiful.
His silver curly hair, his sharp eyes with the color of ice, his beauty was ethereal
Your youngest children still had their child features, it was too soon to tell, but to you, they were all beautiful, the most gorgeous children Westeros had ever seen, but perhaps you were being biased
That is what occupied your thoughts in your long journey South
You had left your home two weeks ago, and you were too soon, if not by the end of the day, to reach Harrenhal. You had been invited to the Red Keep, it was unclear why, but you had heard tourneys and celebrations were being held, not clear as to the reason, perhaps you, to celebrate you all being in the capital. Perhaps we all need a good reason to celebrate besides marriages, births, and name days
You had decided to take all your children with you, leaving Sara, and her three kids in Winterfell, because there was always must be a Stark in the capital of the North
You saw your children riding their horses in front of you, Cregan and you in the back, he had said that is the position the alfa wolves held, in the back, protecting his pack from this perspective, the thought made you giggle.
Soon it was time to set up camp, when you rived, the squires and soldiers had already set the tents and a big bonfire for your entire household.
You descended from your horse, as did your children.
Rickon was stuck to his father's side, who was trying to teach him everything he could, you knew it was a concern of Cregan, he was getting "old", not to you of course, but, he was growing concerned that his eldest son wasn't ready in case something horrible befall him.
"When we get back Cregan, you are going to marry Jayne Manderly", said his father, Rickon only nodded
"I had been betrothed to Jayne Manderly since we were in our mother's wombs", he laughed, Cregan smiled, placing a hand on his shoulder, and then one in Jonaerys who approached him.
