𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖔𝖓 [𝗥𝗼𝗯𝗯.𝗦]

16

THE LIFE
BEFORE US

VISENYA thought White Harbour was exactly that, white. It was early morning by the time they had arrived. And Visenya had still yet to mourn the land she would be leaving. The city was bustling, despite the fact it was early in the morning. But there were many at work, men and women alike. But there were more men in regards to that. Visenya could only pray they would be safe.

"I've discussed our journey with one of the sailors. He'll be speaking to the captain sooner or later," said Ser Barristan much to the excitement of her brother.

"An adventure?" Asked little Rickon.

"Exactly that, little lordling. You'll be able to see exactly what the ocean is like. It's just as fierce as it is in those books that you've got, Lad."

"Truly?" Asked he, Rickon's bottom lip trembled with excitement. He could barely contain it all. For there could be nothing more exciting than this,

"Yes."

Visenya looked to the old man that hobbled over to them with merely one leg. He was everything a pirate ought to be, or as she thought them to be. Barristan waved the man over, introducing themselves as travellers reaching out to discover the oceans. The Captain seemed quite thrilled with that, claiming he could find them a nice cabin with some comfort food and new clothes. Of course, if the right price was paid.

Rickon cared little for the golden coins that were being handed over, the pirate seemed amazed at the amount in which he was being given. For it was far more than he expected. Rickon however had his eyes on the wooden leg in which the man possessed, it was a rather fascinating sight indeed.

"Come with me," ordered the Captain as he ushered them onto the old ship. It was truly a marvellous ship to be seen.

Barristan turned to Visenya with a thoughtful smile. "That was certainly faster than I expected."

The ship hadn't brought much joy to Visenya, she thought it would've knowing that they'd escaped from the danger that had been brutally pursuing them. But the looks in which she received from the men on the ship only made her flee for the cabin that had been gifted upon them thanks to the golden dragons in which Ser Barristan had kept with him. She wanted nothing to do with the men on this ship, they either drank away their body weight in alcohol or spoke about the most crude of things. For sure, Visenya had been raised as a bastard but such things still weren't spoken off around her.

The cabin was a safe place, or she liked to think it was. There was only one room with two beds, but she was content to share with her little brother. It did make her uncomfortable on the subject of sharing a room with her Sworn Sword but there was little she could do on the matter. The dragons thought it rather comfortable as they crawled out from under her cloak. Flapping their small little wings, they were a delight simply to watch. The protectors and guardians of her heart. Ghost simply huffed and jumped upon the bed in which he would share with the Stark children. Visenya may be a Targaryen but she was also of the lands of winter. And nothing could change this, not that she wished for such a thing.