VOW OF HATE
ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ
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ೃ⁀➷ cregan stark never imagined he would have to protect the very person he vowed to hate.
when rhavena escapes from the greens and into wolf territory, the chieftain is forced to honour th...
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៚ · | 🌙 P A R T S I X I Ā R I Ñ A ( a child ) ───────────── .°୭̥ ❁ ˎˊ˗
RHAVENA SPENT THREE months ignoring her father's letters, reading only Rhaenyra's, and even then she avoided at all costs reading anything to do with Alicent and Viserys.
Spiteful was a bitter word, but it was exactly what the young Targaryen felt every time she so much as thought about the man who had given her life.
Early that morning, when the sun rays passed through her window and sleep had long left her, Yrsa entered her room with breakfast and correspondence.
"The king and princess sent letters, Your Grace."
Rhavena rolled her eyes, not at her handmaiden, but at her father's insistence on continuing to write when he knew well they would come to nothing, and there would be no reply from Rhavena.
"You know what to do," with a sigh, she rose from the bed to grab the letter written by her sister, while after a nod, Yrsa tossed Viserys' letter into the fire in the hearth that warmed the room.
Rhavena sat at the snow coated window as Yrsa arranged the breakfast to read Rhaenyra's message, surprised to open it and find few words written.
Few words that were enough to take all the air out of her lungs and freeze her more than the cold winter she was in ever could.
"She is pregnant."
Of course Rhaenyra didn't have to specify. Alicent. Pregnant.
Rhavena crumpled the sheet in her hands to shreds, her chest began to rise and fall so fast her breathing quickened.
Pregnant.
Just as Otto Hightower had planned, just as he wanted.
She didn't know why, a hunch, intuition, or whatever, but Rhavena knew instantly that the baby her now stepmother was carrying would be a boy. The realization only made her blood run hotter. Now more than ever, no one would stop Otto Hightower from wanting to put his grandchild on the throne.
And now, more than ever, no one would stop Rhavena from protecting her sister's throne.
She needed air, something to distract herself from the angry thoughts that made her heart pound in her ears. She grabbed her coat and threw it over her, stepping out of her warm, comfortable room and into the cold embrace of Winterfell.
"Princess?" "I need a moment."
Yrsa made no attempt to follow her, she didn't have to have read the contents of the letter to know that whatever it was, it was about the two people she liked the least at the time, and not a good thing, that was for sure.
Outside her door, Tarik was already present, and as soon as he saw his princess leave, he stood even taller. He went to take a step to follow Rhavena wherever she was going with such strong, hurried steps, but a gentle hand stepped in front of him before he could do so, stopping him. When the man looked to his side, the handmaiden's soft concerned smile, with a small shake of her head, let him know that it would not be a good idea to follow the princess for now.
