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, might miss some warnings
+18, MINORS DNI
Notes: ay ay ay, sorry for that, I swear Aemond is not coming back, it's just a scene I had in my head for forever, and I had to get it out of my chest, he can't do anything and won't do anything, he is fucked. And he doesn't deserve to see the reader, and the reader doesn't need to concern herself with the thought that he is still alive...
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Anyways, this is it, the END, for this amazing story, I thank all of you who read this and gave this story their love, it's been an amazing ride, and i can't believe the reach we accomplished, anyways I'm going to miss writing this fic, because I liked how it turned out, and it was my comfort.. Thanks to all of you! and see you in my next story!
The castle was roaring with life, the great families had arrived, and even though it was a bit tense because of the loyalties of the past wars, people were trying to heal, to leave everything behind them
Even though you didn't like the idea, all your children were to their own machinations, you knew the castle was the safest palace, but you still felt a bit uneasy to let your girls walk around alone, but you sent a King's guard with them.
Rhaenys found a beautiful spot in the gardens, she was enjoying the smells and the beautiful flowers in the gardens, and took her notebook with her to draw
She saw from the corner of her eye some people approaching, once she raised her head, she saw that it was two young men, probably her oldest brother's age
"Well, hello my lady", Rhaenys saw them approaching and gave them all her attention, smiling at them and waving gently, "How are you this day?", she could not hear them, not answer them, so she just smiled and nodded, "well?", the man insisted
It was a young man, heir to House Baratheon, the son of a cousin to the lata Borros, and his friend from House Trant.
She smiled apologetically, trying to communicate with him with her hands, but the guy wouldn't understand her
"She is an idiot, she might be dimwitted", laughed the Trant boy
"Well, I don't need her to be smart", the other one laughed, "its enough that she is a Targaryen", he said looking down at her
She could not speak, or hear, but she was really good at reading lips, so she could understand what those boys said about her. She whimpered, tears filling her eyes. She stood up from the bench and ran away from them, unknowingly, her Great Uncle Corlys had heard the whole thing, and pursed his lips in disgust
"Get Rickon and Jonaerys", he said to one of his faithful servants who walked with him at his old age, the boy nodded and ran to get the boys.
Once the young Velaryon spotted the two Starks, he led them back to Corlys, and the old man told them what happened with Rhaenys and the Baratheon, to see their reaction, and it didn't disappoint. A hunt began for the baratheon cunt, as they call it
