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

Blood and Fire

The night before her wedding should have been filled with anticipation, perhaps even excitement. But for Visenya, as she sat on the cushioned bench near the window in her chambers, the air in Winterfell felt thick with something darker, something ominous.

The halls were alive with activity. Lords and their families from across the North had gathered for the wedding of their liege lord, Cregan Stark, to the Targaryen princess. Small envoys had trickled into Winterfell over the last few days, braving the treacherous roads and the biting cold of the North to witness the union. A Stark wedding was a momentous occasion, but to see their Lord marry a dragon princess—a descendant of Old Valyria—was a rare and curious thing.

Visenya, though, felt little of the excitement. She gazed out at the snow-covered grounds below, her silver hair catching the firelight from the hearth. In the distance, she could hear the sounds of the guests enjoying the night's festivities—muffled laughter, the clink of tankards, and the occasional cheer.

Sara's voice pulled her from her thoughts.

"You're awfully quiet," she said, sitting cross-legged on Visenya's bed, running a brush through her dark curls. "Thinking about tomorrow?"

Visenya turned to face her, offering a small smile. "I suppose."

Sara arched an eyebrow. "Suppose?"

A soft laugh escaped Visenya's lips as she sat down on the edge of the bed. "It's a lot. The war, the wedding, everything."

Sara nodded, setting down the brush. "Well, tomorrow you'll be married to the most stubborn man in the North. Gods help you." She grinned, a teasing glint in her eyes.

Visenya chuckled, though her smile was fleeting. "I wonder sometimes if it's the right thing to do."

Sara tilted her head, curious. "Do you love him?"

Visenya hesitated, the words stuck in her throat. "I ... I care for him. He's... a good man. Strong. Fierce. I respect him."

"That's a start," Sara said with a shrug. "But you can't convince me you're not worried about tomorrow."

Visenya sighed, pulling her knees to her chest. "It's not the wedding. It's everything else. I can't shake this feeling like something terrible is coming."

Sara moved closer, sitting beside her and giving her a playful nudge. "You're just anxious. Besides, with Cregan, you're safer than anywhere else. He'll protect you, and so will I." She winked, though there was an undercurrent of sincerity in her words.

Visenya smiled again, though it was weak. She appreciated Sara's attempts to lighten her mood. In such a short time, the bastard sister of Cregan Stark had become a confidante, someone she could rely on.

"Tell me something," Sara said, changing the subject. "What's the wildest thing you've ever done?"

Visenya looked at her, surprised by the question. "The wildest?"