DARKNESS
WHAT HAS THIS WORLD
BECOME
"hers was the fury, but then it was blackened by fire"
seven kingdoms damned to hell, how will they all fall, will they...
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A feast was to be held for the royalty, introductions and such would be made for the highborns, it was a rather useless gesture. Visenya thought the feast was just yet another space for Robert to bring embarrassment to the throne and royal family, due to him whoring with the kitchen wenches. She found herself wandering the Winterfell halls, pressed in a deep thought. It was then that she stumbled upon Eddard Stark, the greeting was rather formal. A simple nod in the others direction.
"Lord Stark, I must say Winterfell is quite better than the memory that I hold of it."
"It's been many years, I have heard much of your travels from Robert, he speaks highly of you, named you the Baratheon wanderer."
"Ah yes, for many years a tale of a loyal just king have been told, I myself pictured him as Arthur Dayne, he was everything a king should've have been, loyal, just, so amongst my own travels I told a tale of a King, King Arthur who fought with dragons to protect his people, it was rather a twist on the true story, of Ser Arthur Dayne dying for a dragon to be born, it ''twas quite the scandal, wasn't it Lord Stark," Visenya was pressing her shoulder to Eddard's standing her ground; she never lost eye contact as she revealed her knowledge of what happened the day Arthur Dayne was slain.
Lord Stark stayed silent, he did not speak, for he knew not of what to say. Visenya Baratheon had rendered yet another man speechless in her wake.
Yet finally he spoke,"Why have you come to Westeros, Visenya, what have you come to accomplish."
"Lord Stark, I've merely come to conquer the world, do keep your head." It seemed that the young woman had become quite accomplished at walking away in prime time. Visenya knew, that Lord Stark feared what her intentions were, but she also knew the Lannisters feared her, the similarities between the feuding families were growing. They each had a black stag haunting their every move.
Many years ago when Visenya fled Westeros, she was naive, but she learned that knowledge will bring her power. If she carried knowledge she became a player, rather than a pawn, that was how she'd live, rather than die playing the game of thrones.
yes it's short but I started this chapter and forgot so next chapter will be much more eventful xoxo
