𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖔𝖓 [𝗥𝗼𝗯𝗯.𝗦]

13

WHAT IS DEAD
MAY NEVER DIE

    

VISENYA'S dragon dreams had plagued Visenya in a way that they shouldn't have. But it was more than that, they seemed to be a warning. But how could she approach it? The possible betrayal of her own sister. They mightn't be sisters by blood, but they had been raised in such a manner. It was all that mattered.

"You can't look out at the lands forever, Princess," said Ser Barristan with a stumbling Rickon following ever so diligently. Two of her beautiful dragons were sleeping upon his shoulders, the sight was rather adorable.

"I could," said Visenya. "If I truly wished too."

Rickon frowned, rushing to his older sister with grabby hands. Visenya didn't hesitate in the slightest, she lifted him up onto her hip. Staring at her younger brother in adoration, the boy was simply... cute.

"No," moaned Rickon. "You can't stay out here forever. I'd miss you," mumbled Rickon. Nuzzling into her neck, seeking all the comfort in which he could be given.

Visenya gasped dramatically, holding a hand to her chest. Wide violet eyes alight with mischief.

"Why! You must be right, I couldn't stay out here in the freezing cold, but with you, my little wolf."

"Yes!" Squealed Rickon, beaming at his older sister with all the love a six year old could express.

"Come on, then."

Winterfell was warm as always, and Visenya embraced it for the summer had never felt so cold. She couldn't help but wonder if winter was approaching, but she doubted it, Visenya had lived her whole life without knowing the bitter bite of the winter winds.

"It's bloody cold out there," mumbled Barristan. "What was I thinking! Should've stayed south."

"You wanted to protect me," said Visenya, "there is no harm in wishing to do that."

Ser Barristan shook his head in exasperation.

"We should've fled to the free cities," complained the Knight as he looked out to the summer weather. But it could hardly be classified as that.

"No," replied Visenya. Taking Silverwing into her hands as he climbed upon her shoulder. The affection between them was sweet.

"I had to come home," Visenya said.

"Your family is home. Visenya, you still have family across the narrow sea."

Visenya shook her head, knowing they could hardly be held in such high regard. She knew nothing of them, as they knew nothing of her.