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290 AC

Sunspear

Elia Martell

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Sitting with Lyanna while watching the siblings get comfortable with each other reminds me of Rhaegar and how much he missed of there life already. Visenya has turned out to be a very beautiful girl, her eyes are darker than Rhaegars or Aegons are, but they look very good with her raven black hair.

"Have you thought about it? Well, I guess you would have thought about it, but I want to hear your opinion." I turn and look at Lyanna who is clutching her cup and watching the kids play.

"Thought about what?" I smile and pat her left hand causing her to ease her grip.

"About their future, taking the throne or not taking the throne. Rhaegar didn't tell me much about his visions but I know he had them. He did let me know that if the baby was a girl to name her Visenya and that the dragon would have three heads. I am not against it, Targaryens have wed each other since forever, but I don't want my daughter to feel pressured into something like I was with Robert. Robert was lord of storms end, Aegon would be the king of Westeros if he went for it, that's a lot more pressure than I had, and I hated him for it." I grab her hand and look back at the kids and try and picture them together, and for some reason, I find it a bit funny.

"Haha, I don't think you should worry too much as of now. There is time for her to get to know them and then decide later for herself. No one is going to force Visenya to do anything she doesn't want to." Lyanna smiles upon hearing that, her brows scrunching a moment later.

"What about Rhaenys?" She asks with a hint of worry. "Surely she won't be forced into marrying? It's not like their marrying would bring in any more troops. On the contrary, it could drive potential allies away that will seek to wed their daughter to Aegon." I nod in agreement.

"Exactly what we all thought, I listened to Rhaegar and he ended up dying because he believed in a dream he had. I think it would be better to have Aegon choose a suitable bride himself when the time comes." Taking a sip of her wine Lyanna nods and we both sit in silence watching the siblings talk about their favorite things to do.

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290 AC

Sunspear

Visenya Targaryen

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"So we will be able to see the water gardens tomorrow?" My new sister Rhaenys nods.

"Yea, they usually kick everyone else out when me and Aegon go in and play, I am sure that Arianne and a few more of my cousins would be allowed to come though." I get excited thinking about tomorrow.

"Do you like to read?" Aegon my new brother asks as he sits cross-legged Infront of me, I nod to him and he gets excited.

"I can show you some of my favorite books later if you want." Rhaenys rolls her eyes hearing him and I chuckle.

"I would like that, do you read a lot?" He nods slowly and looks toward his mom to see if she is listening.

"I also like to watch when people train in the yard, mom won't let me practice until I am as old as Rhaenys though." He grumbles and leans back, it seems I asked something I shouldn't have. I turn to Rhaenys and try my best to make it not so awkward by continuing like it didn't happen.

"What about you Rhaenys? Do you like to read?" She shakes her head quickly and then pretends to fall asleep.

"Boring, I would rather train with my spear than sit around reading!" Aegon looks down and it seems I only made it worse. Noticing her brother causes Rhaenys to have a sad look as well. "It's alright Aegon, you will get to train when you grow up a little more. You can always practice with the bow with me if you want, you won't get tired easily if you build up your body's strength." Aegon nods and we continue talking about different things until we get interrupted.

"Hey you three, are you hungry? We should head inside and get something to eat." Elia who is their mom walks up and asks.

"I am starving." Rhaenys jumps up and I follow behind her, she slows down and walks beside me. "I hope we have something good to eat tonight." she hums and I smile, maybe having a brother and sister is going to be fun.

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290 AC

The Eyrie

Aemma Arryn

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"That will be fine just leave them there." The Maester delivers a few messages that came by raven.

"If that's all Lady Aemma." The old man bows his head and hobbles out of the room closing the door behind him.

I grab the rolled-up messages and crack the seal and begin to read, another offer of marriage. He says he is willing to take a hit to his prestige and even marry me who is a widow. Does he think insulting me is going to get my hand in marriage?

"Stupid idiot." I toss the message aside and grab the other one, When I see the seal of house Velaryon I can't help but smile. Reading through it I am glad to see all is well over in Braavos but the fact that we have to send messages in code limits how much can be written.

I set my head on the headrest of the chair and slump back into it, I really miss my baby girl, the letter says she is doing fine and is growing healthy but that doesn't help with my worry. I need to find a viable excuse to travel over there and see her for myself if she can't come here until I am actually lord of the veil and not just the Castallan and heir of the Eyrie.

That damn river lander fish girl Lysa Tully who married my father also has to be watched closely, she doesn't have any friends here but also not any enemies. Well if I don't count myself as her enemy, the girl does not want to be married to my father, and the few times they have had sex haven't resulted in pregnancy. But I also think my dad isn't even really trying in that regard, he only married her so the Riverlands would join on their side in the rebellion.

Looking back at all the reports I still have to go through I let out a sigh and sit back up, time to get back to work.

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290 AC

North of the wall

Lagertha

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Plucking the feathers on the small bird I shoot with my bow I finish preparing it and set it on the table. I put all the feathers together and set them into the basket to be used later and walk over to my mom.

"I am done, do you need me to do anything else?" She runs her fingers through my white hair and nods her head.

"Go grab some snow in the pot and put it over the fire, when you are done with that check to see if your brother is done with what I told him to do." I walk toward the fire pit and grab the pot before finding some clean snow and packing it into the pot. Once it is filled I put it over the fire and head off to find Geor.

Walking around to the side where I hear wood being split I soon see my older brother Geor and an idea comes to my mind. I grab a handful of snow before packing it together, once shaped into a ball I throw it at the back of his head. It hits his shoulder mid-swing of the axe causing him to miss and curse.

"Damn it Lagertha!" I smile seeing him turn around and charge toward me.

"Wait!" I shout only to be tackled to the ground, a handful of snow makes its way down my shirt and I kick him off. "Ugh, now my furs are going to be wet!" I shake it off and try to get it all out before it melts.

"Well don't throw snow at me like that then, I will never understand how you don't get cold. It's almost like when mother told us about when someone is close to freezing to death. They suddenly stop feeling cold and feel like they are warm again, but that is a trick and they are almost dead. But you are always like that, are you sure that there isn't anything wrong with you?" He pushes me as he walks back to his wood and grabs the split pieces and his axe.

"I just don't get cold." I sigh and help him pick up the rest of the wood and we head inside.

"Are you guys done?" Mom looks at us as we enter.

"Yea, I finished." Geor answers as he tosses a piece of wood on the fire and sets the rest off to the side, I stack mine on top of his and sit next to the fire. I hover my hand over the flames and enjoy the nice feeling.

"Well dinner will be done soon, tomorrow we will go out together and try and get some big game. We are almost out of meat saved and so it's time to go before we run out." Geor grunts in response.

"Ok, can you tell us that story again?" I ask, eager to hear the tale of the pale man with a red eye and mark on his skin. It's a short story but always has been my favorite.

"Aye, one day your great-grandmother was out hunting, and she soon found that she was being tracked by some Thenns. So she tried to lose them and escape, she didn't want to be eaten." I giggle, of course, she didn't want to be eaten. "So she eventually started running and after a while, she thought she had escaped so she stopped to rest. She wasn't safe as that's when the Thenns caught her when she was resting. But before she could be harmed a man as pale as snow with a red eye and a red mark on his neck came in and cut the men in half. But the Thenns aren't ones to go down easy and they managed to kill the horse and it pinned the man's leg."

"I want to ride a horse." Geor speaks up and I smack his shoulder to keep him quiet.

"Be nice Lagertha, where was I? Oh right, and so she helped him out after taking his sword and finishing the last one off. She then decided to steal him since he was an odd-looking man and she liked that. Later on, after he healed he eventually left but not before leaving a baby inside her who was your grandfather and also had white hair like you Lagertha." I grab a lock of my hair and spin it around my finger and look at it. I wonder where the man went to, was a crow? But if he was a crow why was he so far out here into the wilds, they don't usually range this far according to mom.