The Forgotten Visenya (HOTD)(GOT)(Cregan Stark)

A Heartbroken Revelation

Winterfell was cloaked in an air of quiet solitude. The cold winds of the North whispered through the corridors, their mournful tones a stark contrast to the warmth and camaraderie that had filled the Great Hall just days before. Visenya moved through the castle with a heavy heart, her thoughts still lingering on the direwolf and the bond it had seemed to signify.

It was a crisp, clear morning when Cregan entered the common room where Visenya was taking her breakfast. His face was etched with concern, a far cry from the easy smile and warmth he had shown her during the hunt. As he approached her table, Visenya could see the weight of news in his eyes, and her stomach churned with apprehension.

"Princess Visenya," Cregan began, his voice heavy with a gravity that made Visenya's heart sink. "I have something important to tell you."

Visenya looked up from her plate, her eyes meeting his with a mixture of curiosity and dread. "What is it, Cregan?"

Cregan took a deep breath, his gaze never wavering from hers. "It's about your nephew, Luke. I've received word that he's been killed."

The news hit Visenya like a physical blow, her breath catching in her throat as her mind struggled to process the enormity of the statement. Her eyes widened in shock, and she felt a wave of nausea and disbelief wash over her. Luke, the nephew she had always seen as strong and unbreakable, was gone. The realization struck her with a force that left her momentarily speechless.

Cregan's face softened with sympathy as he watched her reaction. He reached out, gently placing a hand on her shoulder. "I'm so sorry, Visenya. I know how much he meant to you."

The dam broke, and Visenya's composure shattered. Tears streamed down her face as she buried her head in her hands, the pain of loss overwhelming her. She had been so focused on the political intricacies and the political games of her new life that she hadn't prepared for this personal blow. Her sobs were harsh, raw, and filled with an anguish that seemed to have no end.

Cregan immediately moved to her side, his hands gentle as he pulled her into a comforting embrace. "It's alright, let it out," he murmured, his voice soothing. "I'm here for you."

The warmth of his arms around her provided a small measure of comfort amidst the storm of her emotions. Visenya clung to him, her cries muffled against his chest as she allowed herself to grieve openly. Cregan's presence was a steadying force, his hand stroking her back in a calming rhythm.

As her tears began to subside, Visenya pulled back slightly, her face flushed and her eyes red. "I didn't even get to say goodbye," she choked out, her voice trembling. "I never imagined I'd lose him like this."

Cregan wiped a tear from her cheek with his thumb, his expression tender. "I know. It's never easy to lose someone you love, especially when it happens so suddenly."

Visenya took a shaky breath, trying to compose herself. "I feel like I should have been there for him. I should have been able to protect him, he was just a boy."

Cregan shook his head gently. "You were doing what you needed to do here. You can't blame yourself for what happened. Sometimes, these things are beyond our control."

She nodded, grateful for his kindness and understanding. "Thank you, Cregan. I don't know what I would have done without you right now."

Cregan offered her a small, reassuring smile. "You don't have to thank me, Visenya. You're not alone in this."

They remained in the embrace for a few moments longer, the silence between them filled with unspoken understanding. When Visenya finally pulled away, Cregan led her to a nearby set of chairs by a window. They sat together in the quiet, the morning light filtering through the frost-covered panes.