𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞 & 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟

ℑ𝔤𝔫𝔬𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔅𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔰

THE Starks stood still in line as they greeted King Robert and his Royal family of lions. As the King stood and talked to his long time bestfriend the old watchmen on the walls of the castle blew the horn again alerting everyone of the new arrival. Everyone stood tall and proud while exchanging curtsies and compliments. Everyone stood and waitied to see who was arriving, And like the wind the Targaryen princess galloped in on her horse with a Fast pace, She wore a small smirk her face as she circled around the royal family and the Kings guard. She sat tall and proper in a nobel manner as she observed and watched the looks on everyone's face taking a small note.
The village people all stood still together as they stared at the dowager princess while others started to take a few steps back to not get trampled. There was bleak silence as everyone stared at her, It seemed as if everyone was mesmerized by the immense wild beauty of the young princess as her white silvery hair flowed along with the wind, Small broken pieces of brown leaves flowed around Vanerys faltering before they even touched her skin. The Princess stopped and the rest of her men and women stopped along with her, as she stopped she looked into the eyes of the King fearlessly.

" VANERYS TARGARYEN of House Targaryen, the First of her Name, The Unburnt, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Princess of Meereen, Sister to the Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, Breaker of Chains and Mother of Dragons"Brunnhilda heald her hand on the hilt of her longsword as she announced aloud for all to hear as more village people gathered around in speculation. Robb found himself starring at Vanerys for a while, And when she stared back at him catching him in the act he turned away trying to play it cool. Robb couldn't help it because he had never seen a real Targaryen before and only heard about them in fables from Old Nan who had a penchant for exaggeration. To Robb it felt like he and everyone else was finally meeting a rare species. Everyone grew quiet and watched carefully as Vanerys calmly had a stare-down with the king who's face turned bright red with hatred. As much as King Robert wanted Vanerys head mounted on a spike more than anything, Images of Lyanna flashed through is head along with memories of him cracking Rhaegar Targaryens head open with his hammer seemed to calm the old drunk man.

King Robert stared up at Vanerys letting his pure hatred for the Targaryen girl show. Vanerys hopped off of her horse and stood far from the Starks and the royals. The only thing that stood between them was a hearth of fire that cackled letting up little flurries of fire that swept around them.