Princess Rhaella Targaryen, Viserys I third born girl with the Targaryen features and gifts.
With the prophecy her King father believes in, the Song of Ice and Fire, she is sent to wed and bed lord Cregan of house Stark.
Will love consume the two o...
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Two days have passed since Darkshadow killed three people and injured one with severe burns. Cregan saw the skilled maesters of Winterfell treating the guard with some ointment that eased the man's cries and he fell into a deep sleep after drinking milk of the poppy. Cregan did not rest until he heard from the maester that the guard has been taken care of.
In those two days, Cregan had to deal with many council meetings, many complaints from his Lords, Ladies and advisors. He had to sit down for hours and listen to their words–which proved to be right.
The North cannot contain a dragon.
The beast flew to Gods know where after his rider unchained him. Darkshadow has not been seen above the castle for those days and the princess has been well hidden in her chambers, not leaving it at all. Which was something Cregan felt grateful for. He did not wish to see her face as he had to deal with many problems. Problems she and her dragon have been the cause of. The Stark Lord did all he could to calm his people down. But how could he accomplish such a task when he was so close to be burned by the creature?
Cregan did not feel pride in admitting how he would have been dead if the princess did not interfere in time to stop the dragon from unleashing his fire and consuming the him. He was so close to death. He felt the dragon's heat on his back as it sniffed him. It made the Lord think if the beast was wondering about how he would taste in its mouth, as it burns and tears at his body.
Cregan was not an easily frightened man, nor was he a coward upon facing challenges. But no challenge has ever been a fire breathing creature with teeth and spikes too sharp to be patted. Cregan has been a fool to endanger himself like how he did, but he could not stay still and watch one of his men crying for his Lord's help. He was not so heartless like his future wife.
It brought his thoughts back to the black hearted princess. Is she always so careless like this? Does her heart not shine with a hint of love at all? Or even sympathy? Cregan cannot imagine living his life with such a mad young woman. The cries of his men did nothing to move her heart at all. She watched them burn and cry, scream for her help yet she stood stiffly and did nothing. He was worried for his people, for his home, and his family.
How come a woman like her carry the name Stark? Be called his wife and be responsible for his home and people? Cregan was terrified of this fact. A fact he cannot change and was set to happen no matter what.
He remembers the time when his father once read to him from a book; everytime a Targaryen is born, the Gods filp a coin and the realm holds its breathe, waiting and seeing how this coin will land.
Greatness or madness?
Cregan has not seen any greatness in the princess since she had arrived. But he can explain what he has witnessed so far. He saw a cold heart with a mind of a child. He saw harsh comments and strict face. He saw madness in her which he has not seen before. And he wished he could erase it all from Winterfell. If only he could break this betrothal and allow his home and family to be safe, away from her and her dragon.
