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MERE DAYS HAD passed since Bran's fall, and Visenya had spent her nights with Jon, the two both comforting and loving each other, as they knew their time was limited, as the royals would be leaving tomorrow, and so it meant Visenya went with them with Ned and his daughters while Jon went further North to the wall. The candles on the bedside table flickered over the two, casting shadows on the wall.

"V-, I-, S," Visenya spelt out as Jon dragged his finger across her back, shaping out the letters. The feeling of his coarse finger running across the smooth length of her back oddly satisfying to her.

"Visenya," She concluded, just after the first three letters, looking back at Jon for conformation. He nodded, instructing her to turn back around.

"Second word," He informed her, before running his finger across her back once more.

"S,- N,- Snow?" Visenya guessed, turning back at him, raising a brow.

"Mhmm," Jon hummed out, with a cheeky grin.

"Visenya Snow..." She said softly, turning to lay on her back beneath him, making no move to cover her exposed breast from his view. Visenya Snow... a name she would adopt if she were to ever marry Jon. It was a nice dream that she had multiple times. A vision of her in a beautiful white dress, with dragon scales embedded onto bodice, snow falling over her, almost blending in with her hair, as she approached the weir wood tree and Jon. They would kneel and share a sacred prayer, to the Gods she had grown up to, and they would rise again as husband and wife.

But that was it. A dream.

Visenya zoned back in and found Jon playing with her hair. "If only," She said, reaching up to hold the back of his head as she pressed her lips to his, with him returning the kiss feverishly.

Jon separated their lips, slightly, having them inches away from touching once more. "Turn back around, I have another word. Words." He corrected.

Visenya rose a brow before turning back to lay on her stomach once more.

"I,-" She said, as his finger drew a single line down her back.

"Second word." Jon informed.

"L,- O,-" Visenya could already see where it was going, "Love." She guessed.

"Mhmm." He leaned down, pressing a kiss against her cheek. "Third word."

Before he could even finish the letter 'y', Visenya turned around, lying on her back once more.

"I love you too." At her words, Jon pressed his lips to her passionately, moving between her legs, feeling himself grow harder as he pressed against her wet heat.

"Mmm," Visenya moaned, feeling the gentle pressure on her clit. Hearing her, Jon softly began to grind his hips back and forth, the movement making him rub against her clit.

"Jon," She gasped, her eyes falling shut as her head fell back against the pillows. Jon began littering kisses on the new area of her neck, that she had uncovered by throwing her head back, his lips trailing down to her chest, his lips closing in on one of her nipples, as his other hand reached up to toy with the other one, rubbing it between his thumb and pointer finger, causing it to harden.

His hand moved from her breast, his lips moving to replace it, his tongue running over her pebbled nipple, as he reached between them to guide himself towards her sopping entrance, gently pushing himself inside her for the second time that night.

"Jon," Visenya gasped out, her legs wrapping loosely around his hips, allowing him to sink in deeper, as he began to thrust in and out repeatedly, his hips grinding against hers ever so often.

"Fuck, I love you." Jon breathed out, nuzzling his face into her neck, pressing kisses onto her warm skin. He continued his thrusts, picking up the pace as he felt her squeeze around him, the two muffling each other's moans, by locking their lips together, feverishly, as they both came, breathing hard as they came back down from their highs.

Jon rolled off of her, falling onto the side of her bed, his head falling against her pillow as he pulled her against him, her body moving to lay on her stomach, her head moving onto his chest as both their breathing slowed.

"Goodnight, Jon." Visenya said sleepily as her eyes fluttered close.

"Goodnight Vis." Jon said gently as his eyes closed as well.

IT WAS EARLY morning when Visenya woke to the sound of people moving around outside her window, most getting ready to leave some for the wall, some for kings landing. She sat up, the sheet that was once covering her chest fell to her waist.

She suddenly felt the empty space in the bed and looked to the side, seeing that Jon had left, like he usually did after their passion filled night, she didn't blame him, if he had stayed to leave after she woke up he might've run into someone on his way out.

She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and got up, her naked form walking across the room to her discared night shift, that Jon had pulled off of her the night before. She picked it up putting it on, so the maid didn't suspect anything, afterwards she went back to bed, trying to get some extra sleep before the maid came to dress her for the day.

She got a couple minutes of sleep before the maid knocked on the door, stepping into the room. Visenya began to wake up watching as the maid put down the riding suit. It was black and red, with a three headed dragon pin on it. "My Lady, it's time to get dressed." The maid said. The former princess stood and walked to the dressing table, taking off her nightshift, putting on her undergarment before letting the maid put the suit on her.

The maid started doing her hair. taking to strands of hair bringing it behind her head. becoming a braid when it met, connecting to the other strands of hair. She went to the chest with her fathers belongings. taking out her old dagger, she planned on giving it to Jon so it can remind him of her when he's at the wall.

She took the dagger out with its sheath as well. guards began to come to collect her things. She spared one last glance at the dragon eggs before they closed the chest and took it to the carriage, she would be riding a horse to be able to talk to Jon.

She started making her way outside and everyone was getting ready to go. She saw Jon and Jaime Lannister shaking hands. the Lannister began to walk away, but he saw her and began to walk up to her. "Well, if it isn't Visenya Targaryen, you were much smaller last time I seen you," The golden haired man said, smiling at her.

"Well if it isn't Jaime Lannister, last time I saw you, you killed my grandfather." She said, voice void of emotion. That caused his smile to falter.

Jaime sighed, "You're still mad at me, you heard what he was saying, don't tell me you wouldn't do the same." She looked at him blankly.

"I still hear him screaming," she informed, the knight's smile softened.

"A tragedy, that's what the sack of king's landing was. I'm still sorry about your mother and siblings..." He said the last part sadly, watching as the smile fell from her face. She nodded, a look of sadness crossing her face before it turned back blank. "Excuse me," she said before going off to find Jon.

She had seen him walk off into the castle, before Jaime came up to her. She walked to his room and found Jon getting ready to leave. "Jon." She spoke, walking over to him. He smiled at her, and she returned it. "I have a gift" she said and pulled out the dagger and handed it to him.

Jon looked over the dagger, before looking back up at her. "Vis, I can't take it. It's yours." He said, handing the dagger back to her.

Visenya shook her head. "No. It's no problem, truly. I want you to have it so you can remember me." She said, smiling at him.

"Well... In that case I have a gift for you as well," Jon said, walking over to a table, taking up a box from its surface. He went over to her and opened it, and she let out a little noise of surprise. It was a necklace that had two dragon wings on it that connected with a chain, and in the middle of the chain there was a dire wolf pendant.

"I love it," she said, as she looked at the necklace, and he smiled at her reaction.

"Think of this as a wedding gift, since I can't be there," he said. She frowned a little at the thought of not being able to marry him. She turned around and put her hair to her front, letting him put the necklace on. She adjusted it and turned around.

She smiled hiding her frown and hugged him. "I'll meet you before you have to head up north?" She asked as she looked up at him, he nodded and she smiled at him once more beginning to walk out his room. "Till we see each other again" She called out.

"Till we see each other again." He said back smiling at her as he watched her leave. She walked out of the castle and to her pure white horse, Whiteflame. Whiteflame had been her horse ever since her uncles, Oberyn and Doran Martell, had her delivered to Winterfell on her 10th nameday.

Visenya gently smoothed her mane walked over to the saddle, placing her foot in the stirrup, pulling herself onto her, grabbing her reigns, spurring Whiteflame forward coming up next to Lord Stark. She sat there for a moment, looking around watching as the people finished loading up to get ready to leave, before her eyes fell on Jon who had already been looking over at her and was seated on his own horse, surrounded by other men that were going to the Wall as well.

She soon saw the horses and carriages begin to move out and began to ride out with the rest of the group, behind the cart that carried her belongings. Sansa and Arya rode in a carriage, Sansa had no objections to riding in a carriage, while Arya had tried to convince her father to ride a horse along side the company, but he had said no.

After minutes of riding, they were coming up to the intersection where the road split into two, one road going south to Kings Landing the other further north to the Wall. She moved over to the group of men going to the wall and saw Ned and Jon talking. She let them finish, and as Lord Stark began to go back to the group heading south, she rode up to Jon.

"Well I guess this is goodbye," Jon said, watching as she rode up to be beside him.

"Not goodbye. Just 'goodbye' means we'll never see each other again. It's goodbye for now" She corrected, smiling at him

"Goodbye for now." He spoke her correction, to which she smiled.

"Till we meet again." She said.

"Till we meet again." Jon smiled back.

"I won't hold you up for much longer." Visenya said turning Whiteflame around to head back. "Goodbye for now, Jon." She began riding off slowly.

"Goodbye for now, Vis." Jon softly called back out to her, watching her ride off.

She looked back at him and waved. He waved back before joining his uncle.

She started to make her way to the end where Lord Stark was talking to the King. "Ahh there's the future bride!" Robert said as she rode up to them.

Visenya looked down "May I ask you a question, Your Grace?" She asked, looking back up at him

"Ask away." he responded, with a smile and a nod.

"Why are you so nice to me? I thought you hated all Targaryens." The king, sighed.

"You were always kind. The common folk would not like it if their Sunbringer was harmed or killed." At his words, Visenya looked back to the ground in front of her

"So my mother, sister, and brother were killed because they were not special Sunbringer's like me?" She questioned, tears beginning to form in her eyes as she remembered the massacre her three year old eyes had seen in her mother's room.

"I'm sorry, litt-" the king began, but was quickly cut off, something that any other King would've punish someone for

"Save your pity." The dragon said to the stag, spurring Whiteflame forward to ride up farther, leaving Ned and the king behind.

Ned saw the king give the girl a sorry look. "She'll warm up to you someday." Ned said, causing the king to finally look away from the girl and at him.

"I killed her father, Ned," the king started.

"But did you give the order to kill the girl's mother and siblings?" Ned said. The king shook his head. "Give it time Robert."

AFTER RIDING FOR days on end and multiple set up camps, the party finally came upon a small village and an inn that would house them for the night before the group would set off again the next morning. Visenya was sitting at a tree, admiring the black and blue egg while the others sat at either side of her. The empty chest sitting at her feet.

She and Sansa had planned on going for a walk by the river, while Arya ran off with the butcher's boy to do sword play with sticks. After moments of sitting and listening to the sound of people talking and walking around, Sansa came up to her with Lady on a leash. Visenya smiled up at her and put the eggs back in their box, before standing and picking it up, holding it on her hip, reaching down to pet lady.

The two began their walk. Sansa stopped in the entrance of the forest facing the inn causing Visenya to look back at her.

"What is it like to bleed?" Sansa suddenly asked. Visenya's eyes widened for a second, as she was caught off guard.

"Why'd you ask?" Visenya questioned, raising a brow.

The Stark girl looked down "I haven't bled yet, that's one of the reasons you're marrying the prince... But I want to know what it's like." She said.

"Well... It's bloody, for starters, it gets really messy at times." Visenya explained. They started to walk again. "It's painful at times, so thought you may wish for it, but you are quite lucky to haven't have it yet." Visenya looked over at the red haired girl and saw her look down.

Visenya placed a comforting hand on the girls arm. "You know Sansa, I am a girl just like you, you don't need to be scared to ask me questions like those." She said as she noticed the look on her face. It looked like she was afraid that Visenya would laugh at her.

Just then, as the two were looking elsewhere other than in front of themselves, the two walked into Sandor Clegane, prince Joffrey's protector, thought most know him as 'the Hound'. Sansa looked afraid of him noticing the large burn mark on his face, while Visenya just looked at him with curiously, she had heard stories of him but never saw him up close.

He looked down at the two girls and saw Sansa's look "What? Never seen a burn before girl?" He gruffly asked.

Sansa opened her mouth to speak but the voice of prince Joffrey spoke up first. "Run along dog. You're scaring the ladies." He said looking at the two. Sansa couldn't keep her eyes off him, thought Visenya didn't mind, she didn't like him an ounce as much as Sansa did. The form of Ilyn Payne came up behind the girl's, though only Joffrey could see him.

"We were just about to go for a walk to the river." Sansa told him, causing him to nod.

"Might I join you two?" Joffrey aske. Visenya nodded hesitantly, suddenly feeling a pair of eyes on the back of her head, Sansa nodded almost immediately.

He held his arms out for the pair to loop theirs with. The two began to walk closer to him, Visenya noticing the smirk he was giving to whatever was behind them.

Once the both of them reached him, they turned around and got startled by the grim face of Ilyn, who was just staring at Visenya blankly.

Joffrey noticed the look on her and Sansa's faces, and his smirk widened. "Ser Ilyn, the royal executioner." He informed them. "He doesn't talk much. Well not after your grandfather ordered his tongue to be cut out." Joffrey said, turning to Visenya, to which she looked back at him, a blank look on her face. Her grandfather was a madman that enjoyed torturing people, his favorite way of torture was with wildfire, she supposed ser Ilyn was lucky enough for a lesser punishment for whatever he had done.

"Run along, you're scaring them." he said to the stone-faced man that stood in front of the trio.

"Stay, Lady." Sansa said, putting the leash down as Lady began to sit. Visenya put down the chest for Lady to protect.

They started making their way to the river. "Do you drink?" He asked the pair, pulling out a skin of wine.

"Father says a lady can't drink too much." Sansa explained.

"You're my soon to be bride's lady in waiting, you can drink as much as you want." He looked at Visenya, "You too." he said and gave the skin to Sansa, who meekly took a sip.

The three continued walking and soon began to hear the sound of wood clashing together. They made it out of the woods and to the river seeing Arya and the butcher's boy sword fighting with sticks.

"Arya?!" Sansa yelled which caused Arya to turn around.

"What are you doing here? Go away." Arya yelled, more frustrated by her sister's and the princes presence than Visenya's, if anything, she would've asked Visenya to join her.

The butcher's boy hit her back with the stick, causing the girl to let out an 'ow' before walking over to them.

"Excuse me?" Joffrey said to the butcher's boy, causing him to turn around. They all turned, watching as Joffrey began to walk over to the boy. "That was the new Hand's daughter you just hit, you know that?" he asked.

"We were just sword fighting, My Lord." the butcher's boy said as he bowed his head.

"It's 'my prince' to you," Joffrey said, taking out his sword. He placed the blade on his cheek and began to slide it down, cutting a line on the boy's cheek. Visenya began to get worried.

"Stop it. You're hurting Mycah!" Arya yelled as she used her stick to hit Joffrey in the back, allowing the butcher boy to escape, running into the forest opposite of where the trio came from.

Joffrey swung around, yelling out angrily, "Filthy little bitch!" He began to swing his sword at Arya and she continuously jumped back at every swing as he continued to swing sloppily at her.

"Stop it, Arya!" Sansa yelled.

"Stop it, both of you!" Visenya called out, worried for the girl who only had the stick in her hand to protect herself.

Arya fell backwards and Joffrey pointed his blade at her. "I'll gut you, you little cunt!" Joffrey sneered, viciously.

Just then, Nymeria came running biting Joffrey's arm as Arya rolled from under him. Visenya found it rather amusing to see the prince get attacked. While Sansa continued yelling "Stop it!" every second, Visenya took the skin of wine and drank from it, saying silent cheers in her head.

"Nymeria!" Arya yelled, walking over pulling her wolf off of the prince, before reaching down to pick up his sword, that had dropped from his hand when Nymeria attacked, and pointed it at him.

"Please don't." The prince begged, clutching his bloodied arm to his chest, holding out his other in front of him. After a moment of pointing the sword at him, Arya walked over to the river and threw the sword in it, and ran off with Nymeria following behind her.

"My prince, my poor sweet prince." Sansa said as she went to the prince seeing his bloodied hand. "Does it hurt? Do you need me to go to the inn to get someone?" Sansa asked, kneeling in front of him, reaching out to touch him.

"Then go!" Joffrey suddenly said, harshly, causing her hand to stop. "Don't touch me. Just go, both of you." He demanded. Visenya slowly turned and began to head back to the inn Sansa slowly following after her.

Visenya picked up the chest, that lady was sleeping beside, and walked over to the inn to head to her room, Visenya saw a flurry of Lannister soldiers head into the woods. She suspected they were most likely searching for Arya, and a feeling of worry flashed through her, as she walked into the inn.

LATER THAT NIGHT a loud myriad of knocks on her door woke her up.

She sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes, calling out, "Yes?"

The knocks on her door stoped at the sound of her voice. "My Lady, you have been summoned by the King and Queen" The soldier outside stated.

A confused look appeared on Visenya's face. 'Why would the king and queen want to see me?' she thought. Still she got from the bed and put a cloak on, and went to the door, opening it and nodding towards the man, before beginning to walk out the room, following the soldier to the king and queen.

"What is the meaning of this? Why wasn't my daughter brought to me at once!?" Neds voice rang out through the hall full of people as she entered.

"That is no way to speak to your king," The Queen's voice stated. Visenya began to make her way through the crowd.

"Quiet woman." King Robert snapped, "Sorry ned. I didn't mean to frighten the girl, we just have a situation to be dealt with." The king explained.

"Your daughter and that butcher's boy attacked my son, that animal of her's almost tore his arm off. He told me the whole story." Cersei began, glaring daggers into Arya, ignoring the white haired girl that appeared beside her. Visenya's eyes widened at the Queen's words, hearing the lie.

"Thats not true! She just... bit him a little. He was hurting Mycah, and he tried to attack me!" Ned sent a slight glare to the prince, hearing his daughter's claim.

"It's the truth. You and that butcher's boy beat him with clubs, and you set your beast on him," Cersei countered with a sneer.

"That's not what happened!" Arya yelled frustrated.

"Yes it is!" Joffrey yelled back. "They both attacked me and she threw my sword into the river."

"Liar!" Arya growled.

"It's the truth! Ask Visenya what happened." Joffrey said, causing the people in the room to look at her.

"Well... We were walking towards the river and we saw Arya sword fighting with the butchers boy, she was distracted when she saw us and he hit her, so Prince Joffrey cut his cheek," at her explanation, Joffrey quickly spoke, trying to shut her up.

"Shut it." He commanded in a low voice, noticing people begin to look at him weirdly.

Visenya ignored his command, continuing, "And when Arya went to get him off, he attacked her. Nymeria was just trying to save Arya. I'm sure she didn't mean to hurt him, she was just defending Arya. Then Arya took up his sword and threw it into the river." She explained.

"Thats a lie!" Joffrey exclaimed.

Cersei placed her hand on his arm, as the king exclaimed exasperatedly. "Enough. He tells me one thing, they tell me another. Seven hells! What am I to make of this? Where is your other daughter, Ned?"

"In bed asleep" Ned answered.

"She's not." Cersei corrected. "Sansa, come here, darling." The queen said, causing the red head to enter the room and walk through the crowd, all eyes settling on her.

"Now child... Tell me what happened. Tell it all and tell the truth. It's a great crime to lie to a King." Robert started looking at the girl as she kept her head low.

"I don't know. I don't remember. It all happened so fast. I didn't see." Sansa spoke, her voice slightly trembling with nervousness.

"Liar!" Arya said, lunging at the girl, grabbing at her hair. "Liar, liar, liar!"

"Arya." Sansa cried, trying to defend herself from her sister as Visenya quickly went over trying to loosen Arya's grip.

"Stop it!" Lord Stark said, walking over to help. "That's enough of that."

"Liar, liar liar!" Arya continued yelling.

"Arya, stop." Visenya said.

"She's just as wild as that animal of hers," Cersei said watching as Visenya broke up the fight, the girl pulling Arya away from Sansa. "I want her punished," the queen stated.

"What would you have me do? Whip her through the streets? Damm it, children fight. It's over." The King said standing up and beginning to walk out.

"Joffrey will bear these scars for the rest of his life." Cersei said, frustrated.

King Robert looked back at his son. "You let that little girl disarm you." Joffrey shrunk under his gaze. Robert looked at Ned. "See to it that your daughter is disciplined. I'll do the same with my son."

"Gladly, your grace." Ned said, bowing his head respectfully.

"And what of the direwolf?" Cersei asked, causing Robert to pause. "What of the beast that savaged your son?" the queen asked the King, making him stop and turn back around.

"I'd forgot the damned wolf." The king sighed, then looked at a nearby soldier.

"We found no trace of the direwolf, your grace." The soldier said, bowing his head.

"So be it" the king said and started walking out again.

"We have another wolf." the Queen said. Visenya's eyes widened.

They watched as the king nodded. "As you will."

"You can't mean it." Ned said shocked.

"A direwolf's no pet. Get her a dog. She'll be happier for it." Robert told him.

"He doesn't mean lady, does he?" Sansa began to ask, but noticing Visenya's look of sadness Sansa screamed, "No, no! Lady didn't bite anyone! She's good!"

"Lady wasn't there! You leave her alone!" Arya defended her sister.

"Lady is innocent, leave her out of this." Visenya said, glaring daggers at the Queen.

"Stop them!" Sansa cried, grabbing onto her father. "Don't let them do it. Please! It wasn't Lady!"

"Is this your command, your grace?" Ned asked the retreating king. The king just turned around, his face a look of stoney frustration, before turning back around and walking out.

"Where is the beast?" Cersei questioned, looking a a soldier.

"Chained up outside, your grace." The soldier answered.

"Ser Ilyn, do me the honor." The queen said, looking at the stone-faced man.

"No." Ned spoke up. "Visenya," he looked at the girl, "Jory..." He turned to the man. "Take the girl's to their rooms." He turned back to the queen. "If it must be done, I'll do it myself." Ned said, stepping forward.

"Is this a trick?" The queen asked, her brows furrowed.

"The wolf is of the north; she deserves better than a butcher." Ned said. The Queen hesitantly nodded.

Jory took a sobbing Sansa in his arms and started walking out of the room with Arya and Visenya following.

After bringing the girls to their rooms, Visenya went to her own, took off her cloak and sat back in bed, sitting there, waiting expectantly. Then, as she expected, a knock came at her door.

"Come in." Was all Visenya said, and the two Stark girls filtered into the room.

Sansa's eyes were red from crying and Arya was trying to comfort her older sister. She patted the sides next to her for the girls to sit.

Sansa started to cry on her shoulder as the girls sat down. Arya looking at her sister, a sympathetic look on her face.

"It's ok, sweet girl." Visenya wrapped her arms around the girl, stroking her hair.

"Do you want me to sing for you? It can help you sleep." Visenya suddenly asked, causing the girls' heads to look up and look at her.

The two nodded, and Visenya motioned Arya over to the open chest that homed her father's harp. Arya nodded and got up, retrieving the harp as Visenya continued to comfort her sister. Visenya took it, letting out a small 'thank you', before her fingers began to lightly strum over the harp strings, a soft melody filling the room, as Visenya began to softly hum along, thought it wasn't the cords to a song she was playing.

"What song would you like to hear?" Visenya asked for their requests.

"Perhaps a song about Jenny of Oldstones." Sansa requested. Arya nodded to that request.

Visenya nodded and began to strum the instrumental to the song on the harp, singing to words softly, the girls softly humming along.

Soon enough, as the song came to an end, the two girls were starting to fall asleep, and moved to lay down on the bed. Visenya finished the song, and placed the harp down on the bedside. "Good night, little wolves." The dragon said and kissed their foreheads, before moving to lay on the bed between them herself falling asleep.