𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄 ─ STAGS, LIONS AND WOLVES
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THE FIRE DANCED on their wicks, coddling the oval objects with an incandescent orange. Visenya sat, ogling the rock-like things, watching as the shadows shifted and danced along with the flames. They were only thing that she had to commemorate her father. 

It was the hour of the wolf, and only her room was alive with light. She almost never went to sleep at night, due to the nightmares she had about the sack of Kings Landing. Even in the day time she could not escape them they would always come every time she blinked, it would come like a kaleidoscope of memories. Always shrouded on the back of her beat eyelids when she blinked. It almost amazed her that something from sixteen years ago could be so catastrophic that she could remember it so vividly.

Whenever she would go out into Wintertown, she would flash a fake smile to everyone who would call out to her. Faking smiles was a talent she had grown into. Back in Kings Landing all her smiles were bright and filled with glee, but ever since she came up North ( although she adored the kingdom ) her smiles were fake, but no one knew of that, since they had never seen her before Lord Stark took her in and made her his ward.

She seemed to take comfort in one person. Jon Snow. He was similar to her. He barley ever smiled she liked that about him. That's what made them friends. Yes she had other friends like the rest of the Stark kids and Theon, but she would spend time with Jon the most. 

The small pelts of rain drops hit her window sill. The rhythmic pattern causing her to go into a state of euphoria. She always loved rain. When the rain would come pouring down, the relaxing sound soothing her mind of haunting memories. That was the only time she could lay her head down and sleep. 

And so she did. Blowing out the candles, and closing the chest. She moved to her bed and laid down, staring up at the roof, as the sound of the midnight rain soothed her of her bad memories, allowing her to drift off into a blissful dreamless sleep.

VISENYA SAT BESIDE Arya practicing her needle work with Sansa and Septa Mordane. She didn't want to be kept up in the castle, practicing needle work, she wanted to be outside, or anywhere but there, cooped up in a small room, pricking herself as she tried to perfect the house Martell sigil she was stitching.

As the sound of the boys laughter lifted into the room, Visenya sighed, wishing she were outside with them. Her wish seemed to come true as the little Arya tapped her elbow, pointing at the door, which was open enough so both girls could go through.

With Sansa distracting the Septa, Arya took it as her chance, and, as silent as a cat, escaped the room, before turning back to Visenya, waving for her to follow, before disappearing from the door frame.

Visenya put her embroidery down and stood up, causing Sansa and Septa Mordane to look at her, their eyebrows raising in question of her sudden movement, "Where are you going?" Mordane questioned.

"I wish to go get some fresh air outside." Visenya answered.

"Fine, but be quick." Visenya made her move towards the door, before Septa Mordane's voice stoped her, "And tell Arya to get back into this room. It is very unladylike to leave without permission."

Visenya nodded before making her way out the castle, to the training yards, where she found the boys training with bow and archery, and the figure of Arya behind a fence, with her own bow and arrow in hand.

"Arya," Visenya whispered to the girl, causing her to swiftly turn her head at the sound of her name. "What are you doing?"

"Archery. What does it look like I'm doing?" Arya gave a sharp nod to the bow in her hands, before facing back front where the boys were helping Bran with how to shot an arrow.

"You best be quick. Septa Mordane wants me to bring you back our lessons."

"You're not gonna do that, are you?" Arya began placing the arrow into the bow string.

"No. But I don't want to hear another one of her, 'ladylike' speeches." Visenya snickered, watching as Arya began to draw the string back.

Bran was taking his aim for the target, getting ready to release the arrow in to the unmarked target. That was until an arrow perfectly embedded itself into the center of the target, causing all eyes to go towards them.  Arya mocked a curtsey, before breaking into a sprint as Bran began chasing her. 

The boys began hollering and telling Bran to chase the girl faster, whilst Visenya just leaned on the fence, shaking her head with a smile on her face. Once the laughter died out, The boys began to pick up the many arrows Bran had shot, and so Visenya decided to help out. Making her way from behind the fence, she began picking up nearby arrows, helping Jon and Robb place them back into the basket.

Jon kept on glancing at her from the corner of his eyes, A smile etching onto his face at the ghost of her smile. He was glad that the little show, the two little ones put on, was able to put on one of her rare real smiles.

He wanted to stare at the girl forever, and he would've until Ser Rodrick began to walk up to him. "There is to be an execution for a deserter. You have to join." He then turned to the former princess, "My Lady." He said smiling at her, before turning around, and going to the stables to get his horse ready for the journey.

Robb placed his last handful into the basket, before slapping his hand down on Jon's shoulder, "Well, we best get on our horses ready for the journey." He began to lead Jon towards the stables, waving back at Visenya as he did.

"See you later, Vis." Jon called back to her. 

"See you later, Snow" Visenya sent him a small smile as she began making her way back into the castle. 

She made her way back to the room which held Septa Mordane and Sansa, stoping as she realized she forgot Arya. She was about to turn back a go after her, but the door opened, and Septa Mordane stepped out.

"The lesson is over for today." She notified the girl. "Go rest, I will find Arya."

Visenya nodded, gratefully, muttering a 'thank you' before turning a making her way to her room. She went to bed and rested her head on her pillow, and thought she tried her best to stay away, scared of the nightmares that would plague her if she slept, sleep still took over her.

'Fire wakes the dragon' was what her mind whispered, echoing within the labyrinth of her large mind. Within the turn of her head, in search of the source, a bright orange glow surrounded her, a heat following with it. Wisps of white hair could be seen, but no face was shown to her.

She began making guesses of who the woman was. She had heard of tales of her aunt in Essos, Daenerys they called her. But she also thought of herself. It was a peculiar thought, to think of herself as the woman dressed in flames, but it wasn't unimaginable.

Her dream came to a close as a knock sounded on the door, causing Visenya to shoot upright in her bed. "Come in," Visenya called, causing the person on the other side to enter. "Oh, you're back." Visenya smiled at the sight of Jon.

"I have something to show," Jon said, a grin pulling at his lips as he sat down at the foot of her bed. "Look," he said, showing the little bundle of white fur that he held in his arms, "It's a dire wolf. There are six in total, we found them on our way back." Jon said, watching as Visenya began to run a had through the wolfs soft fur.

"He's beautiful." Visenya said, watching as the little thing opened its eyes, showing off the piercing red color it hid behind his eyelids. "What's his name?"

"Ghost." Jon said, scratching behind the pups ear.

"Unique name for a unique creature." Visenya smiled, earning a hearty grin from Jon. 

Jon shook his head, standing up, "You know-" he began, turning back towards her, "you should smile more. It suits you." And so Visenya did, a smile shaped her cheeks upwards as she watched Jon leave.

'THE EYES CAN only see so far', Daenerys Targaryen thought as she leaned on the garden balcony, overlooking the sea, blowing her brother and magister Illyrio. The view of the ocean had tuned their voices out, but yet as the topic of her marriage to Khal Drogo came up, the realization of the current state of her life hit her.

"When will they be married?" Viserys questioned.

"Soon. The Dothraki never stay still for long." Illyrio explained.

Viserys inclined a brow, "Is it true they lie with their horses." Daenerys had half a mind the throw her self over the balcony rails, at the thought of marrying a man with such rumors behind his name.

Illyrio leaned his head down, as if in warning. "I wouldn't ask Khal Drogo." 

Viserys pinched his eyebrows together. "Do you take me for a fool?" He sneered.

"I take you for a king. Kings lack the caution of common men. My apologies if I've given offense." Illyrio bowed his head.

"I know how to play a man like Drogo. I give him a queen and he gives me an army." Viserys shrugged as he explained.

At that, Daenerys turned to them. "I don't want to be his queen. I want to go home." She pleaded.

"So do I. I want us both to go home. But they took it from us. So tell me, sweet sister, how do we go home?" Viserys questioned.

"I don't know." Daenerys looked down, meekly.

"We go home with an army. Khal Drogo's army." Viserys leaned his head closer. "I would let his whole tribe fuck you, all 40,000 men and their horses too, if that's what it took." Viserys leaned back, looking at his sisters blank face. "See, now, when we do get home, our niece shall be waiting for us, and she shall be my queen. But in order for that to happen we need Khal Drogo's army, and he needs his queen, and so you shall be it." And with his final words, Viserys turned heel and walked off, with Illyrio following behind him.

THE STONE CELLING had became her friend. With the amount of time Visenya spent staring up at it, that seemed to be the case. She took comfort in the silence the unmoving thing allowed her to abide in.

Just a moon ago she was notified that she would have to look upon the face of the man that killed her father. She finally made a movement, as she turned her head to the opening door, there stood a maid who were to help her get proper for the King.

Visenya had no means of getting pretty for the same man that destroyed her entire house, but, seeing as she was the last Targaryen in the entirety of Westeros, she had to be there, or else the king would send an infantry to quest for her.

And so, Visenya got up, sitting at her dresser looking at her dragon eggs, it seemed like that was the only thing she would do when she was out of her lessons, or not eating. The maid ran her fingers through her hair, splitting it into thick sections, before turning it into a big braid that went to the edge of her chest. The dress she were to wear was maroon red that had a comfortable black cape that would keep her warm from the breeze that swept throughout the North.

The maid finished, backing away from the girl, looking her over, "You look beautiful, My Lady, the King is said to be here soon."

Visenya nodded, running her hands down her dress to smother the ruffles, "I'll be there."

It was only a few minutes later Visenya made her way out the castle and into the courtyard, where the crowd had begun to line up, and lined up behind the Starks with Jon and Theon.

"Wasn't expecting you to show." Jon said, looking down at the shorter girl next to him.

"Well," Visenya shrugged her shoulders, clasping her hands in front of her, "it's best to expect the unexpected."

Visenya was in her own mind, until Lady Catelyn's voice spoke out with a questioning tone. "Where's Arya? Sansa, where's your sister?" She asked, noticing Arya was nowhere to be seen Sansa just shrugged her shoulders, seeming to not care where her little sister was.

Seconds later, Arya came running in with a soldiers helm on her head. "Hey," Ned said stoping her, taking the helm off her head, "what are you doing with that thing on?" Visenya and Jon snickered as they watched Arya shove Bran out her way, taking her place into line.

A few seconds later, the sound of horse feet thumping into the northern soil could be heard, as the king and his entourage entered.  The first to enter was Prince Joffrey along with the hound, his personal dog, following him. Joffrey searched the crowd with a scowl on his face. His scowl only deepened when his Lannister green eyes met her Targaryen lilac ones. She just rolled her eyes at that, before casting her eyes over to the carriage that held the Queen and her children. Behind it, the King lumbered in on his horse and Visenya's eyes widened at the sight, before gaining her composure and bowing along with the crowd.

The king soon signaled them to stand. She guessed the King was already looking at her, seeing as the first thing she saw when she stood back up was King's eyes, staring right back at her. And, to her surprise, there was no hatred or anger in them. Their eye contact was cut short when the King trailed his eyes to his friend.

"You've gotten fat." The King said, face still of emotion. Lord Stark  looked him up and down before they began to hug and laugh. "Cat!" He turned to the woman beside Ned giving her a hug before turning back to Ned. "Nine years, where have you been?" He inquired.

"Guarding the north for your grace" Ned answered as the king started saying his hellos to the kids, and once he finished with them, he turned to look at Visenya. "You've grown last time since I've seen you." It was true seeing as she was just three when he last saw her.

Most eyes widened as they watched him speak to her. She bowed her head, feeling everyones eyes on her. "Your grace," she spoke. She was nervous but still kept her voice clear and strong.

"Step forward." At his command, Ned and Catelyn moved out of your way so she could walk through to the front to stand in front of him.

She swallowed the nervous lump she had at the back of her throat, watching as the king waved over some guards. They came to her with a chest. "Whilst in the red Keep, I found some things you might want to have," he explained. They placed it down in front of her and opened it, her eyes widening at the sight of what laid inside it. There was her fathers harp and some sheets of music.

She looked back up to the King,  a real bright smile on her face. "Thank you, your grace." He smiled back at her, as some northern soldiers came to put the chest in her room. 

Robert smiled, watching as Visenya stood back up, making her way back in line. "Now," he turned to Ned, "take me to your crypt. I wish to pay my respect." Robert requested.

"We've been riding for a month, my love, surely the dead can wait." The Queen Cersei said, looking at him with her cold green cat-like eyes. 

Robert turned back to his wife, giving her a hard stare. "Ned." Was all the king said, before walking off with Ned giving the Queen a sorry look before following him.

The people began to disperse and Visenya began hurrying up towards her room where she found the chest Jon entering after her, watching as she lifted the top, running her hand over whatever was inside it. "What's in it?" Jon questioned, walking towards her.

Visenya moved to the side letting him beside her to see. "My father's things," she said softly, running her fingers over the cool metal of the harp, "I never thought I'd see them again."

"I'm happy for you." Jon said, smiling at her, as she went to take the harp out. "You should play something for me one day." Jon requested.

"You think i still go it?" Visenya said, giving the strings a light strum.

"I'm sure you do." Jon assured, standing up, walking towards her door.

Visenya turned around, her voice quickly stopping him. "I'll see you at the feast?"

"Maybe..." Jon shrugged, before taking his leave.

THE HEAT OF the chandelier fire left the room humid and stuffy as people piled inside the tall walls of the dining chamber. Visenya's eyes trailed over each person who entered, hoping to find a mop of black curls, yet found none as the chambers became fuller and fuller with every body that passed through the entrance.

A great feast was being held within the castle of Winterfell to welcome the King and his court, and it seemed the King was making the best of his welcomes, with a jug of wine in one hand and a arm wrapped around a kitchen wench, his look enjoyment was clear to all in view.

Sansa motioned her hand for Visenya to follow her to the high table to stand in front of the queen and her mother. The queen looked both of them over. "Hello, little dove" she said looking at Sansa "Little dragon" she said looking over at Visenya "Your grace" they both said to her while bowing their heads.

"One of you is to marry my son," she said. Visenya's and Sansa's eyes went wide.

"I'm sorry, your grace. but isn't Sansa promised to prince Joffrey?" Visenya arched a questioning brow at the queen.

"Which one of you has bled?" the queen asked, ignoring her question, looking between the two. 

"I have." Visenya answered nervously.

Sansa's smile dropped as she shook her head "I haven't, your grace" she spoke.

The queen, wanting to change the topic said, "Those dresses, did you Ladies make them?" She looked between Sansa's winter grey dress and Visenya's black and red Targaryen dress.

Sansa's smile came back as she said "I made them both." Sansa looked down at her own dress, then towards Visenya's.

The queen smiled at the red head. "I should have you make something for me." The queens eyes turned towards the silver haired girl, "You should make a wedding dress for this one" she said smiling at her. Sansa's, Visenya's and Lady Catelyn's eyes widened at the proposal.

"Your grace, it would be an honor to wed the prince, but that honor is to be for Sansa, I'm but a ward." Visenya explained.

"You are a Targaryen." Cersei stated, matter-of-factly, "Said to be the last of your kind. And that is only one of your acomplishments. If anything, it would be an honor for my son to be the one to marry you." The queen's blunt statement left all three surrounding women shocked.

As much as she wanted to be the queen she didn't want to be controlled by a man, especially, if the rumors about Joffrey were true, a mad man, at that.

Cersei noticed the questioning look on her face "Think about it." she quirked a brow watching as Visenya and Sansa bowed and began to walk the platform and back to their seats.

"Sansa, you know I don't want this as much as you do" Visenya comforted, squeezing there girls arm as they began to sit back down.

"I know i'm just jealous of you, I mean you were a princess once and now you're going to be a princess again and the future queen, you're marrying the most handsome man in the seven kingdoms." Sansa exaggeratedly stated, using her spoon to mix her food around in her plate.

Her mouth opened with words ready to spill, but the king's voice boomed the walls, stoping her, "I have an announcement, prince Joffrey Baratheon will be wedding the Lady Visenya Targaryen." he said, and gulped down some wine. The people in the hall eyes began to settle on the girl who had her mouth hanging open.

She sucked in a deep breath, beginning to get back up, "I'm going to get some air." Sansa nodded, watching as the girl hastily made her way towards the doors.

Finally walking out, Visenya found him attacking a training dummy. "Jon" she said as she approached him, placing a hand on his arm. At the voice and touch he turned towards her.

"You're marrying him," he heard. and almost like he read her thoughts he said, "I heard" he looked at her sadly.

"But I don't want to," she said, holding his cheeks with her palms. "I want to marry you." At her words, Jon dropped his sword, and used both his hands to pull her in by the waist, covering her lips with his.

He pulled away to look her in the eyes, lilac eyes hardened into purple with lust proudly seen within them. "Are you sure?" He whispered the question on her parted lips.

Visenya nodded, sucking in a deep breath before confirming, "I want you" she began to kiss him again.

Jon held onto her as they began to stumble, hastily, to her chambers, opening the door, the two stumbled in, lips finding each others once more, carelessly closing the door. Jon's hands found the back of her dress, quickly pulling the stings that held it together, pulling the sleeves from off her shoulders.

Visenya stumbled back, and sat down on the edge of her bed, causing Jon to kneel in front of her, a hand aimlessly lifting at the hem of her dress, and making their way beneath the fabric, kneading at her thighs, fingers daring to wander closer to her cunt.

Visenya let out a sigh at the feeling of his padded fingers wandering along her inner thigh. Jon's fingers met her slit, running his pointer finger up and down her wet folds before circling around her bundle of nerves, eliciting a moan from her lips.

At the sound of her pleasure, Jon continued circling, every now and them, letting his fingers dip down to collect the arousal that dripped from her entrance. Visenya disconnected their lips, leaning her head back to look at the ceiling with her mouth handing open, noises of bliss stilling from her parted lips, causing Jon to pepper kisses against the skin of her neck.

"Jon." Visenya moaned, hand coming up to bury itself in his bundle of curls, crotch gyrating against his hand. Jon placed a parting kiss on her collarbone before moving back to her lips placing a hard kiss onto them as he thrusted his fingers inside of her velvety walls.

Visenya's lips fell open, at the new feeling, a loud moan being muffled by Jon's lips, as he thrusted another finger inside of her, edging her to her high. Jon continued his rhythmic thrusts, hearing how her moans are louder and feeling the way her walls began to pulsate around him, causing him to speed up his movements.

His fingers still as Visenya gave a prolonged moan, her walls tightening against his fingers for one final time as her fluids pooled out on his fingers. Visenya clutched onto him, catching her breath, as Jon's fingers left her.

Visenya grabbed his shirt, hastily beginning to unclothed him, causing him to stand up on his feet, Visenya following in his footsteps. Jon pulled off his shirt, quickly beginning to pull down his pants while Visenya let her dress pool to the floor around her feet, stepping out of it. With the both of them fully bare, the two reconnected their lips falling back onto the bed.

A ARM TIGHTENED around her as her eyes began to flutter from her sleep. It was still the dark blue of night outside, and there was no sound of life coming from below her window. "Good morning, my love" Jon whispered in her ear, causing her to turn in his arm. She smiled at him, rubbing her eyes. "I must go." Jon explained.

Visenya stiched her brows together in confusion, "Why?"

"If your maids were to find me here." Jon said, siting up on bed, legs moving to the edge to stand. Collecting his clothes from the ground, beginning to get dressed.

Once fully dressed he leaned back over her, and kissed her. "See you later, my love." He said leaving the room. Visenya got up and placed her nightgown on before hoping back into bed, falling back to sleep.

Woken from her sleep, she found her maid standing over her. "Good morning, Milady." the maid curtseyed, smiling at the drowsy dragon. Visenya nodded, rubbing her knuckle over her eyes, and got up from her bed, the maid helping her with her dress, before siting down at the table for the maid to do her hair. Her hair had three braids on each side of her head and came to the back becoming a ponytail with the undone strands.

The maid finished, and stepped back to look over her work with an accomplished smile. "Milady, The King and Lord Stark will be going on a hunt, the Starks are down, already, breaking their fasts, you best hurry up and join them." She explained, exiting the room. 

Visenya followed her footsteps, and made her way into the long hall that played beyond her door. She reached the dining hall and found all the Starks sitting at the long table. Upon her entrance, the cooks immediately walked up to her, asking her for her preferred breakfast. She gave her answer and sat down between Bran and Sansa beginning to make small talk with the Starks.

Feeling a tap against her lower arm, she turned to the Stark boy, who was looking up at her. "I'm going to climb the broken tower." Bran whispered in her ear. 

"Hasn't your mother told you multiple times 'no more climbing'." Visenya said, shaking her finger at him, impersonating Lady Catelyn.

Bran laughed at that, and began to hurriedly finish his food before he stood up, and left heading to the tower. Ned soon parted to get ready for his and the Kings hunt, the rest of the Starks finishing the fast and leaving after, Visenya doing the same.

Visenya made her way in the woods, the pack of dire wolves following her. She sat beneath a tree and carelessly watched Ghost, Nymeria, Arya's wolf, and Greywind, Robb's wolf, play, while Shaggydog, Rickon's wolf, and lady, Sansa's wolf, slept by her feet, while Summer had probably gone off with Bran. 

The sound of a bark knocked her out of her daydream. She looked around at the rest of the wolves who now stood still, their heads trained towards the direction the noise came from, It came from Summer. Another set of barks sounded, causing Visenya to quickly stand and gather her skirts began to make her way through the woods, towards the broken tower.

Visenya ran towards the clearing, and pushed herself through the leaves and branches, before her feet stoped in their place as the thump of a body hitting the ground sounded throughout the clearing. Visenya clasped her hand around her mouth as her watery eyes stared at the body of Bran Stark, laying, bent and broken, in front of her.

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holy shit this took me forever and a year to get done.