𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖔𝖓 [𝗥𝗼𝗯𝗯.𝗦]

10

FIRE AND BLOOD

                          

VISENYA'S arrival at Winterfell wasn't to be expected, and Visenya was in no mood to greet anyone. She had spent half the journey weeping, for her father was dead. What else could she do? Ser Barristan hadn't said much on their journey, all he seemed to do was stare at her dragons in wonder. They were such beautiful creatures, he couldn't help but admire them. And Visenya loved them ever so much, they were the only true comfort she had.

Upon her arrival, Visenya had never been so happy to see her brothers, even though they were her cousins. Bran and Rickon had hardly changed.

Rickon had never seemed more thrilled to see her, despite the news of their father's death. He had ran at her with his arms splayed wide. Clutching tightly at her waist when he stumbled into her form. Bran gasped in shock with such delight as he saw a small dragon uncurl from her neck.

"Dragons!" Gasped the young boy that held onto her as if it was the end of the world itself. But she couldn't blame him for that, as grief seemed to have clouded their life lately.

The truth of Visenya's parentage hadn't truly surprised that many in the North. Not really. But what had was that her mother and father were married. It was horrible how foolish love could make another, and it had cost Visenya her parents. But she couldn't hate them for it, as she wouldn't have been born if her father had decided duty over love was wise. She couldn't dismiss that.

But Visenya was more curious than ever before. The Stark Crypts were much the same, cold and barren with simply the dead and the stone statues in which represented another. Visenya couldn't help but doubt that was what her mother looked like, for old stone could never replace her true mother.

Visenya and Rickon barely made it towards her mother's grave as Shaggydog had gone barreling past them at such a speed and that of a loud roar.

"Here, Shaggydog!"