The Lion Knight and Dragon Princess

33 - Dragon vs Dragon

The first time I saw snow I was the right age of fourteen years old.

Dismounting my horse the wind was catching my hair that matched the color of my hair. My brother had made the journey with me and Ser Barriston. "I'm proud of myself that I came prepared for these chilly winds and snow." I smiled wearing a white fur cloak over an all black outfit.

"It is a pleasure to have you visit the wall my ancestors created." Lifting my head upward I saw a northern man with gray eyes and dark brown hair. The figure made his way down the snowy steps bowing to my brother. "My prince."

Rhaegar smiled dressed in all black clothing making his hair the only white thing aside from the snow. "Thank you for your time, Lord Stark."

"My princess." Brandon Stark brought my gloved hand up to his lips kissing it before he gestured to the wooden elevator pulling structure. "Would you both care to see the wall?"

"Very much, Lord Brandon." Sending him a kind smile following him onto the elevator. Scanning my eyes out the gap of the elevator holes seeing the winter landscape was far as the eye could see. "Have you ever traveled South, Lord Brandon?"

"No I haven't , my princess. My place is in the North after all Winter is Coming."

My brother raised a brow, chuckling lightly. "Coming you say. What is this then that falls from the sky and is shivering my bones?"

"This is only a light summer snow, my prince. In winter it will cover all you see."

Brandon lifted the sliding door up allowing us to step out the leg first. My boots crunched against the packed down snow until I stopped walking standing on the edge of the ice wall. "This is truly incredible, Brandon."

"My ancestors brought King Jaehaerys and Queen Alysanne to see the Wall. His grace stood at this very outlook and watched as their dragons, the greatest power in the world, refused to cross it."

Rhaegar glanced at the North lord believing in most things that couldn't be seen. "Do you think the stories they say are true about wildlings and White Walkers?"

"Do you think my ancestors built a 700 foot wall of ice to keep out snow and savages?" The eldest Stark son asked him a question back.

Rhaegar raised a brow. "What does it keep out?"

"White Walkers." I replied to his question with a childish smirk on my lips.

Brandon nodded in agreement with my answer. "The army of the Dead."

"Do you one day think we will have to face the creatures beyond the Wall?" I asked him feeling soft droplets of snow falling down onto my hair with a small crown formed with my hair. The North was a foreign land to me yet in a way I didn't shy away from the challenges it may throw at me.

Brandon turned his body to face me. "Tis hard to know what we will face in the coming years, princess. Northerners only know two things: to fight hard and be loyal to their own."

"I'll keep that in mind, my lord. Especially if I ever am given the chance to become Queen." I smile fondly at the North lord. Unknown to me that was the day my brother knew I might make a good ruling queen, learning how the other side of the world works.

Traping through the dark hallways of the dragon castle I halted in my steps outside my sister's chamber door. Knocking on her door I held the dagger loosely in my left hand behind my back. The big door creaked opened revealing my sister's face in the light of the burning torches in the darkness. "Sister, what are you doing here so late in the night?"