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

Deleted scene 1: In the Heart of Winter

The godswood was quiet, a blanket of red and gold leaves carpeting the ground beneath the towering weirwood tree. The air smelled crisp and fresh, carrying with it the faintest hint of the coming winter. The soft crunch of leaves underfoot echoed as Cregan Stark and Visenya walked slowly, hand in hand, through the ancient forest. Above them, the trees whispered secrets only the Old Gods could hear, their rustling branches swaying gently in the cool breeze.

Visenya's other hand rested on her swollen belly, her steps steady but slow. She was deep into her pregnancy, their second child growing strong within her. Her body had become heavy with the weight of the new life she carried, and though she felt the occasional twinge of discomfort, there was a contentedness that filled her heart. Here, in the godswood, with Cregan by her side and the North in all its silent majesty surrounding them, Visenya felt a peace that had been elusive during her first pregnancy with Rickon.

Speaking of Rickon, the little boy—no older than four—ran ahead of them, laughing as he kicked up leaves in the air, his joy infectious. His thick black hair tumbled in waves as he ran, and his cheeks were flushed with the excitement of play. He loved the godswood, just as his father did, and it was clear to anyone who saw him that he was a Stark through and through.

Visenya watched him with a smile, her fingers curling tightly around Cregan's as they walked. "He's growing so fast," she murmured, her voice soft, filled with both pride and wonder.

Cregan looked at his wife, his dark eyes full of affection as he squeezed her hand gently. "He is. He's a strong boy, just like his mother."

Visenya chuckled, her gaze flickering down to her belly. "And what about this one? Will they be as strong as their brother?"

Cregan's eyes softened even further, and he pulled her closer, his free hand resting on her belly. "Stronger," he whispered. "They have you as their mother, after all."

Visenya smiled at his words, a warm glow filling her heart. Despite the cold bite of the northern air, she felt nothing but warmth with Cregan beside her. His love, fierce and unwavering, had become her anchor, and in the quiet moments like this—just the two of them and their son playing ahead—it felt as though nothing else in the world mattered. The South, the Iron Throne, the battles they had fought—they all seemed like distant memories now. Here, in Winterfell, they had everything they needed.

The red leaves of the weirwood drifted down like drops of blood, swirling around Rickon as he let out a delighted shout, gathering them into a pile. His laughter rang out through the trees, and Visenya couldn't help but laugh with him.

"He's a wild one," Cregan said, his voice full of affection. "A wolf already."

Visenya smiled, her heart swelling with love. "He is," she agreed, watching their son with a mother's pride. "But he's also gentle. He has your heart."

Cregan turned to her, his expression softening. "And he has your fire."

For a moment, they stood there in the midst of the godswood, their hands intertwined, their hearts full of love for the life they had built together. The peace of the forest settled around them like a cloak, and for a brief moment, it felt as though time had slowed to a halt. It was just them—Visenya and Cregan—wrapped in the quiet embrace of the godswood.

But then, without warning, Visenya felt a sharp pain ripple through her abdomen. Her breath caught, and her hand instinctively went to her belly. The suddenness of it startled her, and she stopped in her tracks.

Cregan noticed immediately, his eyes snapping to her face, concern flickering in his gaze. "Visenya? What is it?"

She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself, but the pain surged again, sharper this time. She squeezed his hand tightly, her eyes widening slightly as realization dawned.