𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓭𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓸𝓷𝓼 | aemond targaryen

𝓪𝓬𝓽 𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽-𝓷𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓱

She ran as fast as she could. She ran even though she couldn't breathe, she cried and almost screamed from pain from her lungs and feet and everything else. Everything was burning within her.

"Run! Run, princess!" The knight yelled into the night as the dogs started to chase Raella "Run!" He once again screamed as he was taken.

Just a few hours earlier he held her while her mother died.

He released her as soon as they all learned about fate awaiting her. That Aegon the Usurper had wanted to execute her. Her brother would be on his court, secure.

But Raella? They hated each other. No-one knew which one of them more. It was untold even in the most private conversations.

The princess reached her dragon and hopped on her, holding up her dirty and bloody dress that stunk.

"Dracarys!" She yelled, her voice raspy and low from crying and screaming. But at the same time it was a strong command to her dragon. He quickly burned all the knights following them or her.

He quickly, with a roar ascended into the sky. Sunfyre couldn't fly. Aegon cursed the name of his niece as he saw all of that.

Finally, after many hours she found the only man that she knew would listen to her and maybe help her and Visenya.

Cregan Stark was in shock as he learned about the dragon that was about to land in their area. Everyone screamed and hid as he quickly left his tent, with his hand of the top of his sword. The fur behind him sweeping the snow as he looked up.

The beast was traitors.

He ordered to draw out swords. There was some movements and after a second all his men were ready with weapons.

He himself did the same too.

They all looked at the beast as it roared raging and angry. Some of them flinched or started to shake or even pray.

But Cregan Stark wasn't fearful. And he knew that showing any weakness would be their death. An for what? After that much travel? All to nothing?

No, it wouldn't be.

They all stood there.

And they all widened their eyes at the figure approaching. Dark dirty dress. It was a woman, not traitorous Ulf.

And she had white hair.

Before anyone could react she sprinted to Cregan Stark.

And they hugged.

"Raella." He stated in shock as his hand tightened on her back and waist.

"Cregan..." she cried out "My-my mother i-is..." she couldn't speak.

They parted as he looked at her with concern, holding her arms firmly.

"What about the Queen?"

She cried and clenched her fists and put it to her mouth, but finally she looked up at him.

"She's dead."

In that silence everyone heard her. There was some gasps, some talking. They were all in deep shock and regret.

But after that vanished slowly into again total silence, only one voice could be heard.

"Long live Queen Raella Targaryen!" A voice yelled out.

Raella looked at the mass. Some nodded some started to mumble something.

But after a while they all started to go down. They all bowed in an instant.

All except for Cregan.

He looked at her unsure. Like he was asking her if it was too much. But she didn't meet his eyes, her own glancing over the mass in shock with her eyes widened and tears in it.

Only when she heard motion from him she turned her gaze upon him.

He was on his one knee. He looked up to her.

"My Queen."

He stood up after that.

But the man caught his words.

"Long live the Queen!" They all yelled as their heads now once again bowed, as they all were on their knees.

Raella grasped her chest. And after a while it all went black.

Cregan Stark caught Raella Targaryen as she collapsed. And he would do so till the rest of his days.

She was their all Queen.

"She's waking up!" Someone hissed.

Raella moaned slightly as she opened indeed her eyes. It all went white for a while and she gasped as she held her head.

After a while it all normalised. She looked up, at the ceiling of a tent. Oh, yes she was in tent. She remembered that.

"Raella?"

And she remembered that voice. She turned to it and she met his face. Cregan Stark. The Lord of the North. He raised one of his brows as she looked at him with furrowed eyes.

"Did you hit your head?" He tilted his head slightly "Are you sick?"

"I hope it's deadly in that manner."

"Maybe some kind of deadly virus."

"Then you will die with me."

"Fingers crossed." He joked with a smirk as he looked at her.

She hid her smile by turning away her head. But her gaze landed on the letter at the night stand. On the last sentence.

Signed by.

Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen.

She covered her mouth with her hand as a cry escaped her lips. Once again her cheeks were wet with her own tears.

Cregan took the letter, his lips in a sad expression.

"She's really dead." She said after a moment, looking at him.

He looked away nodding.

"Aegon said that himself. He once again is in the Kings Landing." He said after a while.

"All his family is dead. Except for me, Jaehaera, Aegon and Visenya." She gasped after a while "Visenya."

"Who's Visenya?" He furrowed his brows quickly looking at her with a question.

"My... daughter." She struggled to say out loud these words. He took a deep breath nodding and looking at her.

"Where is she?"

"Safe in Harrenhal."

He once again nodded analysing every information that he got. The five remaining Targaryens. Two of them green. One here. One in Harrenhal. One with greens.

"I promised your brother that I would protect his family." He finally said, struggling to find words to describe the proposition he was about to propose to her "And I will do so."

She furrowed her brows looking at him now, supporting herself on her elbows.

"Some man already suggested that after we learned that you are indeed alive..." he took a deep breath "Will you marry me, Raella?"

Authors note:
An another interesting ending, what will she do? I know 🫡

By the way, as this fic is heading to an end I announcr that I'm starting to write a new one, check it out! I will really appreciate it. It's called cruel half and it's jacaerys fanfic.