King Viserys Targaryen has lost his wife in childbirth and his son Baelon. Now he only has his two daughters left as comfort and family. But the question is which of his daughters will take over the throne or is there another male candidate who can...
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Westeros is falling apart in death and blood. Imagine if this were to happen during Queen Aelora's reign, the monarch has no trust in anyone except for a few that you can only take a chance on and develop your trust in. But far up in the North, Aelora and Aemond went together with many orphans who have had their parents slaughtered because of The House Bolton's bastards. And how many were they actually? Who can take over a powerful house of all the Lords in the North. Aelora has no answers, but in just three days that have come and gone, no one has managed to arrive at Winterfell yet. But Aemond, who is an excellent hunter, has managed to catch several traps that had gone and hid among the forests and fields on the way. But that was not the only hardest challenge so far. During the journey to the lands of Winterfell, the Queen and the Prince have encountered several orphans and taken them with them to take them to a new home again. But then all the food ran out and Aelora and Aemond were forced to slaughter the horses they had and feed dozens of children. But in just three days, the group of children had grown to over two hundred children. Aelora counted them every day to see if everyone was still alive and hanging out with her. The last number she counted was 278. The children's stomachs were rumbling with hunger, they were tired and had not had enough sleep or rest, their feet were sore from all the walking, they often complained and cried after everything that had happened. Aelora understood that everything was confusing for them, but the children had to survive the journey. These children were the future of Westeros and they should be able to live normal lives.
The third day began to come to an end and it was a cruel and cold afternoon evening. The sky was dark with all the gray color and it was pouring down heavily, but the harshest weather was all the hail that rained down on everyone. The children were so exhausted from everything that Aelora could only think of one thing so that they could all keep up with each other. Aelora decided that everyone would hold onto a rope that started at Aemond's waist, and then continued on. The children had to hold onto the long rope together in a row.
"271.. 272...273...374." Aelora was at the back of the group in order to be able to reach the children up again just in case.
"275... 276...277 and 278." Aelora finished and exhaled after the cold air that hit her and couldn't really stand all the hard hail that flew down on them. Aelora wished there was some shelter they could take for this night. There was no forest in the shadows or even a bush to hope for. Aelora's body was completely bruised. She often lost her sight but woke up quickly to reality. Her feet were cold and had blisters that had burst open. She hadn't slept at all in a long time because she and Aemond had been keeping watch during the nights. The dragons hadn't been seen at all, they must have found good places to shelter. Aelora happened to look around her and could see one just then, but after several looks she discovered a slightly shadowy object several meters away, it might not have really meant anything but, but Aelora recognized it a little from her memories of having traveled here as a child. She closed her eyes for a moment and saw before her that right over there there should be a farmer's home, a huge farm. They should be able to rest there for the rest of the day.
