The Dragon's Sister || Game Of Thrones (Under Rewrite)

The Three-Eyed Raven

When Targaryen forces arrived in Winterfell grounds, the balance of the two most ancient Houses began to separate. Sansa Stark of Winterfell remained distant and cold towards Daenerys and Vaerya when they come, their dragons flying above the kingdom with one dragon short.

   Even if their forces came to help them against the Night King and the Wight army, Winterfell was not capable of feeding Dothraki, Unsullied, and three full-grown dragons. House Targaryen wasn't even allowed to walk on Winterfell grounds after the Mad King burned House Stark's grandfather and uncle alive while he was alive, but that was nearly 3 decades ago.

   Vaerya could understand why Sansa kept a cold distance at her and her sister, their dragons and army included. She couldn't bear a grudge at someone who had lost too much from her own House.

   But after the meeting in the Great Hall with the forces that were informed of the preparations to face the undead army, Vaerya found herself walking throughout Winterfell. She knew it was strange and almost intruding when she had no access to walk throughout grounds of another kingdom, but she was curious of what The North was like outside of The Wall and East Watch.

   She walked throughout the courtyard and to the front of the walls, getting a strange glare from the Northmen and others. Some gave her surprised expressions and others gave her aggressive ones, ones that made her remember them from the past life in Essos.

   Everyone was in a hurry to kill the last two Targaryen members when they were hired by a king, being paid fully and offered many things people would kill for. Those looks on the men that tried to kill her and her sister would never leave her.

   When Vaerya walked back through the courtyard, she stopped when she looked at it. She looked at it before walking towards it, not saying anything, she just wanted to see it up closer. The Godswood.

   To her, it looked like a tree with white bark that was being spilled with red paint that almost looked like blood. The leaves weren't even anything but a crimson red that looked like they cried for water and lost their color when doing so.

   But it was the face that seemed so strange out of the red leaves and snowy white bark. It looked like that to a weeping man who cried out blood instead of tears, with its mouth opened agape as if it were in pain. It was strange, yet somewhat...intriguing.

   She circled around the tree slowly, her black and gold-laced winter dress running up against the snow until she suddenly stopped. She looked down to see a young man sitting on the ground with his back up against the bark.

   She recognized him from earlier, Branden Stark. If she were correct, she heard others call him The Summer Child of Winterfell when he was a much younger man. He only looked straight forward at seemingly nowhere before he slowly looked at her, his expression straight and almost emotionless.

   "Hello." He greeted friendly.

   "You must be Branden Stark of Winterfell." Vaerya said with a bow of her head.

   "I am." He confirmed.

   The awkwardness settled in quickly as Vaerya found herself just standing there with Bran sitting calmly on the ground, as if he didn't care much for the winter's environment. The only thing she was good at was talking.

   "I have heard many great things about you from your brother, Jon Snow. He said that you fell from a tower and you survived through a lot worse things than he could think of."

   "I did." He repeated, almost robotically.

   "He also told me that you saw the Night King?" She asked, curious at how he could see something that wasn't truly real. "I don't mean to push if that is too much, but how did you know one of our dragons was now a Wight?"