Visenya Targaryen knew many things to be true. She was Harwin Strong's daughter. She was a Targaryen Princess regardless. And she was not going to marry for love.
With a war looming, Rhaenyra Targaryen must do everything in her power to strengthen h...
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Visenya knew apprehension and fear when she saw it. She just had never thought to look for it in the Northerner's eyes when they looked at her. She was Lady of Winterfell, Lady Stark, their Lady and Wardeness of the North. She was not some cruel conqueror who flew north on a dragon and forced them to bend the knee or give up their titles. She had flown north and become their Lady, given them another warrior in their ranks and offered her dragon to their causes for their protection, for their honour and their oaths.
But when they looked at her like that, she felt like the Princess they didn't trust months before.
"Ser Jarrald, what news?" She asked, feeling Cregan's presence at her back as he scanned around the makeshift camp and sensed it too.
"Your Grace..." Ser Jarrald fumbled on his words, not something he often did unless he did not want to tell her something.
"Ser Jarrald." She urged, growing uneasier by the second.
"News has travelled north of an occurrence in King's Landing last night." He finally admitted, his voice low.
But Visenya heard the grumble and talk from the other Lords and Northmen who were just outside their door take over.
"The young Prince Jahaerys had his throat slit last night in his bed!" Lord Manderley yelled, an accusatory finger pointed in Visenya's direction which she did not like but she let slide.
For all she thought of was poor, little Jahaerys who she wished no ill or bad fortune on. And especially not Haelaena, poor, sweet Haelaena who had never wished ill on anyone had lost her son.
"Who?" She asked, her eyes fixed on Ser Jarrald who seemed to have more information than just rumours and anger.
"The rumours say it was ordered by Queen Rhaenyra... as vengeance for the Prince Lucerys."
Visenya did not believe it. Her mother would never wish for the blood of a child, especially not that of Haelana's child for they had no part in Luke's murder. Rhaenyra wanted Aemond's head, not one of Aegon's childrens'.
"The Queen Rhaenyra would never order the murder of a child, not when she grieves her own so deeply." Cregan replied, his hand finding Visenya in a protective grip of her elbow.
Edric stood from his seat around a fire where had seemed to have lost their appetites. He looked bothered and unsure, and Visenya noticed that he would not meet her eye.
"People lash out in grief, Cregan." He offered, knowing that if Visenya had been killed or dare he think if Visenya and Cregan had a child and that child was killed, then Edric knew his brother would inflict terrible things on those who struck them down.
"Queen Rhaenyra has every right to seek vengeance for the death of Prince Lucerys but killing the young prince... it's not right." Lord Manderley shook his head, thinking of his own grandsons who were the same age as the young slaughtered prince.
