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Summary: The youngest of the Starks, Revna is requested in Kings Landing for a betrothal. Renva must navigate her way through Targaryen Family Drama. How will she persevere when she becomes the lone wolf in a dragons nest?
Rating: NSFW/18+ (this series contains topics that might be triggering to some readers, read at your own risk)
Warnings: This series includes themes of violence, death, smut, childbirth and childbirth complications (if I forgot to mention any please let me know)
Pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x OC
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Chapter 21: The Waiting Game
Renva watched as Jacaerys came into their chambers to collect some belongings for the journey. Both did not speak, just existed in silence with each other until Jacaerys spoke up.
“Why didn’t you tell me of your fathers condition? I could have been there for you.” He said walking towards where she stood by the window.
“You had lost two members of your own family already it didn’t seem as important as to what you were going through.” Renva said, running a hand across her own arm to soothe herself. Jacaerys replaced her hand with his own, “You are my family now as well, you do not have to suffer on your own. My mother is sending me to the Eyrie and then to Winterfell. I will get an update for you on how your brothers are doing. If you would like me to bring anything back for you, or if you have to say anything to your brothers, simply write it in a letter and I shall deliver it to them.” Jacaerys said as he pulled Renva close and rested his head on hers, after spending her grief in solitude she felt her walls crumble as he pulled her in. All the weight of the events that have transpired fell onto her at that moment. Through tears she was able to choke out, “Why are you going instead of ravens? I don’t want you or Luke to get hurt.” Renva said and she clutched onto Jace’s tunic. “Look at me Renva,” Jace pulled away slightly and raised his hands to cup Renvas face. “We are to be sent as messengers, we swore to our mother not to fight. We will be safe.” Jacaeys heart swelled at the thought that Renva had not only cared deeply for him but for his younger brother who would also be taking a journey by himself.
A knock on the door startled them both, they only briefly separated to see Lucerys standing in the doorway.
“Are you ready brother? The dragons are waiting.” Luke said quietly, he had always been the quiet and compassionate type which warmed Renvas heart knowing that he was her family now. “I just have to grab a few more things.” Jace said and he kissed Renva’s forehead and gathered the rest of his belongings. Renva quickly wrote down that she was okay and would like her mothers charoite jewel ring, gifted to her mother from her father. She rolled up the parchment and handed it to Jacaerys. She then moved across the room to the table beside her side of the bed. She picked up what she had recently finished making and walked her way back over to where the two brothers now stood together. She motioned for both boys to hold out a wrist. Renva slowly wrapped a thick bracelet made of the Starks’ gray color, along with the Targaryens’ black and finally the Velaryian blue. Both boys looked up to her once she tied them to their wrists. She lifted up her own to show she too had one, “These symbolize that we are all now one,” she turned towards Luke, “After my wedding to your brother, I became your sister. I shall look after you as my own and fight for you both until the end of my days.” Renva said, embarrassing both boys. She gave Luke a kiss on his cheek and her beloved one on the lips. “I shall walk with you to the Dragon mount.” As they walked to the dragon mount Renva couldn't help but feel uneasy about this journey the boys were going on.
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Renva had been residing in the library for the remainder of the day to keep herself calm. The boys wouldn’t be back for a bit, she needed to keep herself occupied so as to not freak out. She was in the middle of reading about King Jaehaerys first of his name ascension to the throne, when she heard the door open and the guard announce that it was Queen Rhaenyra. Renva quickly rose and curtseyed before Rhaenyra.
“I thought I might find you here.” Rhaenyra said as she sat in the seat across from Renva. Renva’s heart raced at the memory of their prior interaction. “I am sorry for not being vocal about my fathers condition until now, your grace. You see I have been feeling under the weather, and preferred to rest in solace.” Renva spoke without being questioned, trying quickly to defend herself to the Queen. “My dear child, you are okay. I too wish to apologize for how I acted at the painted table. I am on edge due to recent events and have been cautious on who I listen to.” Rhaenyra held onto Renva’s hands. “It is okay, your grace. After all that you have been through it is to be expected in some way.” Renva offered a small smile to the Queen. “Let us wait for the boys to return together. Luke should be back within two days time and Jacaerys should be back before the weeks end.” Rhaenyra stood taking Renva with her.
During the time Rhaenyra spent with Renva, they spoke of Targaryen history, growing up in Winterfell, and spending time with Rhaenyra’s youngest sons, Viscerys and Aegon. Renva asked all the questions she had about Targaryen history, making the Queen laugh occasionally due to her avid curiosity. The Queen in turn would ask how life in Winterfell fared to life at the Red Keep and Dragonstone. Renva was happy to answer the Queen's questions, highlighting her love for the snow. The young boys absolutely loved Renva, her time spent with them on the trip back to Dragonstone having solidified a great relationship between the three. Renva was like an older sister to the young boys.
Speaking of the young boys, Renva took it upon herself to watch them while the Queens court discussed the next options, should the boys return with not so great news. Renva was sitting off to the side of the painted table, Rhaenyra requesting the boys never be too far from her. Renva was holding little sleeping Viscerys while Aegon was playing on the floor with a wooden dragon figurine. Renva glanced between the boys when she heard the door open and Daemon walked the length of the room, his face sullen. He pulled Rhaenyra over towards the fireplace just to the right of where Renva was sitting with the boys when she heard the news that made her heart break.
Lucerys Velaryon was dead, murdered in the sky by his uncle Aemond targaryen and his dragon Vhagar. He was no match for the war dragon, and the crazed rider. The small dragon tried with all of its might to flee it, but little Arrax was no match. Renva glanced at Rhaenyra, as she saw the Queen's eyes darken she knew that war was now closer than ever. Renva held little Viserys tighter before watching Rhaenyra and Daemond walk out of the room together.
Warnings: This series includes themes of violence, death, smut, childbirth and childbirth complications (if I forgot to mention any please let me know)
Pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x OC
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Chapter 20: The Messengers
After consoling Rhaenyra, she aided her in cleaning the babe and alerting the family. Renva found Daemon by the painted table, she didn’t miss the look of relief on his face when she alerted him that Rhaenyra was alive but alone while mourning the death of their daughter. Daemon wasted no time in rushing to Rhaenyra’s side. Renva walked out of the painted table room and once she made sure she was alone in the hall, she collapsed to the floor in tears. The events of the day finally caught up to her. The loss of her father, the loss of the King, and then finally the loss of the babe who was all Rhaenyra and Renva would talk about.
“My love, what is wrong? Is it my mother?” Renva looked up to see Jacaerys round the corner along with Lucerys. Both boys had concern in their eyes for the girl.
“No, my sweet. However the babe was born sleeping. Your mother wanted to be alone while she prepared Visenya to be put to rest. She wanted me to inform you, and if you wanted to say your goodbyes to her in private that she is in her chambers. Daemon is most likely there now.” Renva wiped her tears away and put on her brave face for the two boys. She knew that they would take the loss deeply due to their caring nature. Now wasn’t the time to inform them of the loss of her father. Not when there were more pressing matters than her own loss at hand. “Go to her, I will be okay. I need to wash up anyway.” Renva noted that she had blood on her from helping Rhaenyra.
Once the boys were out of sight, she let the tears begin to fall again silently as she walked to her and Jacaerys’ shared chambers. As she entered she saw Ceria already preparing her evening clothes. The sight of Renva must’ve given Ceria a clue as to what Renva needed, as she rushed out and returned moments later, with a basin of water to fill the tub with. After a few trips to get water. She finally filled the tub and helped Renva out of her garments and into the tub. As Renva dipped her body in the water, she allowed the warmth to swallow her and for the first time that day she felt at peace in the warmth of the water. Ceria couldn’t help but notice that Renva’s attitude had in fact begun to change.
A few hours had passed and now Renva stood next to Jacaerys, holding his hand tightly as they watched Rhaenyra and Daemon walk up towards the pyre. In Rhaenyra’s arms was a bundle of white fabric that held the remains of the Princess Visenya II. Hearing a rustle behind her Renva glanced back to see Erryk Cargyll approaching in his Kings Guard armor. Daemon turned, hearing the noise also, those who joined the Queens Guard drew their weapons as Erryk approached.
“I mean no harm brothers,” Erryk got down on one knee and pulled the late King Viserys crown from his satchel. “I swear to ward the Queen with all my strength, and give my blood for hers. I shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no children. I shall guard her secrets, obey her commands, ride at her side, and defend her name and honor.” Erryk lifted his head as Daemon approached him. Daemon lifted the crown out of his hands and walked back towards Rhaenyra. Rhaenyra bowed her head ever so slightly to allow Daemon to place her fathers crown upon her head. The onlookers wasted no time in dropping to their knees to show their respect for their Queen.
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Renva tended to avoid the Painted table room as much as she could, the days following the death of Visenya and Visaerys. She found solitude in her bed chambers. She would still break fast with the family, however many noted that she was more reserved than normal. Jacaerys couldn’t even figure out what was going on with his wife. He would ask if everything was okay, and he would be met with the same response of, ‘I’m well my love. Do not worry about me.’ along with a kiss to his cheek before she would continue what she was doing.
However, today Renva wasn’t able to avoid said room, Rhaenyra wanted the whole family gathered there that day and Renva was not about to refuse her Queen. Renva’s attention wasn’t on the conversation, instead it was at where she was picking at her nails, or the seams of her gown. She would pick up pieces of the conversation, as they were talking about what allies they would have to support Rhaenyras claim to the throne.
“And what of House Stark? Do we have the support of Lord Rickon and the North?” Renvas attention was drawn to Daemon as he stared at her, waiting for her to respond to his question.
“Of course. However I received news the day of the late Visenyas’ funeral, that my father had passed. But my brother Cregan assured me in the letter that no matter what he shall uphold the promise made to support the rightful heir, you, your grace. There has never been a Stark to forget an oath. ” Renva said as she looked at Rhaenyra. The room grew quiet after hearing Renvas words, and all eyes turned to look at her. “And why exactly have you waited to bring this to our attention. Do you have ulterior motives?” Daemon spoke with spite at Renva. She was taken aback at the sudden accusation.
“Never. There was just so much going on and bigger things were at hand I-” Renva was cut off by Rhaenyra.
“We shall send envoys to the North and to Storm's end to carry my message.” Renva looked towards the Queen who wouldn’t even meet her eye. The same person who she helped through childbirth, and consoled when her own husband wasn’t by her side.
“We should bear those messages, Dragons can fly faster than ravens and are more convincing. Send us.” Renva’s body went cold when she heard the voice beside her speak up. She couldn’t stomach the conversation anymore and bolted out of the room and ran to her chamber. She emptied the contents of her stomach into a chamberpot as she heard the door reopen behind her. Renva felt her hair be held up by someone.
“My lady, you are okay. I am here.” Renva’s body calmed at hearing Ceria’s voice.
Warnings: This series includes themes of violence, death, smut, childbirth and childbirth complications (if I forgot to mention any please let me know)
Pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x OC
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Chapter 19: The Birth Of A Queen
Two weeks had passed since the wedding of Jacaerys and Renva. The two have been performing their marital duties everynight to ensure an heir is produced. It was calm in Dragonstone, The newlyweds would wake up and break fast with the rest of the family, Renva would joke with Baela and Rhaena. The three became quickly inseparable, they would travel to the libraries after breaking fast in the mornings and read for an hour. Then they would separate, Renva going to Signe and Baela going to Moondancer, Rhaena decided to follow around Daemon and Rhaenyra and learn more about politics. Cregan had left four days after the wedding, following the news that Lord Stark had fallen ill. Cregan wanted to make sure his sister was settled before leaving her and returning to Winterfell.
Renva was currently taking a walk along the beach with Signe, the direwolf choosing to stay more inland than her counterpart. The ocean calmed Renva, it’s not like they had one in Winterfell but the crashing of the waves reminded her of the gentle snow storms that plagued the north during the winter. Renva bent down to pick up a shell, when she heard a screech. Spending the last two weeks on Dragonstone, she picked up on the dragon's calls. This was one she hadn’t heard before. Glancing up towards the sky she saw a magnificent red dragon with copper like horns descend near the beach allowing its rider to disembark from its back. Renvas hand ghosted over the dagger she held with her at all times, she knew about the tension between the queen to be and what Daemon deemed as ‘the greens’. As the figure approached the gate of the castle, Renva noticed it was the Queen who never was.
Trailing behind her at a distance, Renva made her way towards the painted table room where Rhaenyra and Daemond were talking.
“Princess Rhaenys Targaryen.” Sir Lorent announced Rhaenys presence, unbeknownst to the others in the room, Renva waited outside the chamber. She too assumed Rhaenys was here to bring news about the Lord of Driftmark’s health but it turned out that it was something much worse entirely.
“Viserys is dead.” Renva’s hand shot to her mouth to hold in her gasp. “I grieve this loss with you Rhaenyra. My cousin, your father, possessed a kind heart.” It was quiet for a moment, Renva thought the worst was now over but in general Targaryen fashion, there was always something else. “
“There is more. Aegon has been crowned as his successor.” Renva heard a wince of pain from the true heir before she spoke, “They crowned him?” Daemon took his chance to speak since it grew silent. “How did Viserys die?” Renva took this as her chance to leave the scene, to find somewhere to run. She knew that Jacaerys would be informed but she didn't know how long till then. She thought it best to give him space until he sought comfort in her.
She found herself in the library, a place that brought her comfort. No matter where she was in the world, a library provided her with the same thing, freedom. Freedom to choose what to read, but also a way to escape the would that regarded women with very little care. How she missed her father, news on his condition wasn’t ever fast enough. Turning to the rows of books, she saw one of her favorites that her father would read to her as a child. The cover was the same, a wolf that almost looked like it was eating its own tail.
She chose a chair near the fireplace and tucked her feet under her. She was almost a third of the way into the book when she saw Ceria enter the library with a letter.
“Is that news of my father?” Renva shot out of her seat and rushed to meet Ceria.
“I believe it is, your grace.” Ceria curtsied and started to turn when Renva lightly grabbed her arm. “Would you please stay with me?” Renva asked in almost a childlike manner. “Of course.”
The two sat in the soft arm chairs, as Renva started to shakily open the letter she noticed wet spots on the letter. She knew it could be from the weather but something in her gut told her differently. Renva pulled out the letter and started reading, it was Cregan's handwriting. Her eyes didn’t have to travel far to receive the condition of her father, written not even two lines in were the words,
‘I regret to inform you my dear sister, but father has passed as of the twelfth day of the tenth moon. When you receive this letter it will be too late for you to attend fathers funeral. But know dear sister you are never far from our hearts. I have been named Lord of Winterfell and I will stand beside you along with the rest of the North. If you need me, do not hesitate to come. Sincerely, with love, Lord Cregan Stark of Winterfell’.
Renva let the letter fall to her feet, she didn’t notice she was crying until Ceria pulled out a white handkerchief and wiped her face. “My father is dead.” She whispered out to no one in particular. Renva could feel her heart snap in two, however she knew she had to pull it together because while the death of her father was tragic, there was a more pressing matter to address. The death of the King. Wiping her tears away, she picked up the letter, folding it neatly and putting it back in the envelope. She turned to Ceria, “You are dismissed Ceria, thank you for comforting me, but I think it is time I go find my husband.” Renva walked through the halls of the castle but stopped when she heard a painful scream. Following the noise she stumbled across Rhaenyra, and a cluster of handmaidens who were begging her to allow them to help. “Out all of you.” Renva said as she entered the chambers and shooed out the staff. She slowly walked towards Rhaenyra who was in a corner covering herself like a wounded animal. Once Renva married Jacaerys, she read all about what was to be expected of her. She read books about the development of a babe and how it is best delivered, along with complications that could occur. Noting that Rhaenyra was covered in blood and there was still no babe Renva wondered if the babe was possibly stuck or coming out the wrong way. After growing close with Rhaenyra, Renva knew that the now Queen would hesitate to send her away if anything.
“Your grace it is me Renva.” Renva held her hands out to the new Queen. Renva slightly jumped when she felt the Queen grab her hands with such force. “I am here, you need to push. The babe might be stuck.” Rhaenyra held on tight to Renva as she processed the younger girl's words. Renva allowed her to squeeze her arms as she pulled Rhaenyra to her knees, keeping in mind it was easier to deliver a babe that way. “On three okay?” Rhaenyra nodded, “One, two” the Queen took a deep breath, “three!” Rhaenyra screamed as she pushed. As Renva helped pull the babe out she felt what it was that happened before she saw it. Once Renva pulled the babe up to let it rest in Rhaenyra’s arms, both women's attention shifted from Rhaenyra’s cries of pain, to the little body that didn’t cry at all. “It’s Visenya, your grace.” Renva whispered out, even though her voice felt like it echoed off the walls. The poor babe was covered in what looked like dragon scales, with small lumps on her back where wings should be. Renva held Rhaenyra close, as the mother cradled her only daughter’s lifeless body and wept.
Warnings: This series includes themes of violence, death, smut, childbirth and childbirth complications (if I forgot to mention any please let me know)
Pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x OC
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Chapter 18: Nighttime Activities
The party lasted well into the night, until it was time for the newlyweds to retire to their chamber. They walked hand in hand down the corridors giggling from the wine they had consumed at the party.
“Have my things been moved already?” Renva asked Jacaerys, not knowing if even he knew the answer.
“They have. Many of the handmaidens move your belongings into my chamber during the party.” Jace said, starting to grow nervous. “Listen Jace, don’t be nervous. We will grow to understand how one another lives and we will form a new rhythm together. As for tonight,” Renva took a deep breath before continuing, “we just have to perform our duties and then we can forget about it for a while if you’d like.” Renva was just as nervous, even more so than Jacaerys due to having just recently been informed of what her duties entail.
It was during their voyage to Dragonstone, that Cregan asked Rhaenyra if she could explain what happens from a woman's perspective on the wedding night. Rhaenyra had no issues informing the young girl, who stared at her hands the whole time with wide eyes until Rhaenyra was done speaking. Renva just hoped that it would be as painless as possible, and be done with.
The two entered their chambers and got ready for the night. Jace helped Renva take the braids out of her hair, being gentle with the ones close to her scalp. Once her braids were all out, Jace took a moment to massage her head. It was something he saw his mother do to her own after a long day with tight braids in her hair. Renva melted into Jace’s hand when he did that, she hadn’t realized just how much her head hurt. Renva turned towards Jace and noticed that they both still had residual blood on their faces from the ceremony. She called out to Ceria to bring a bucket of water and some rags. Renva then helped Jacaerys out of his ceremony robes, placing it on the chair next to them. She found that he too wore a similar colored suit to her dress. It was after Renva’s initiation that they both slowly helped each other declothe until Renva was in her chemise and Jace was in his tunic and trousers.
It was at this time that Ceria had brought in a bucket of warm water and some rags. She placed it next to the fire to try and keep the warmth, and slid out of the room. Renva walked towards the bucket and dipped one of the rags in before walking back over towards Jace. Jace watched Renva with careful eyes, it was like if he blinked she would be gone and he would wake up from the best dream of his life. Renva carefully wiped his face free from the blood, the cut on his lip already having been scabbed over. Jace then himself repeated the same motions to her, stilling while wiping a dried trail of blood that dripped from her lip to her chin.
Grabbing the rag from Jace, Renva tossed it to where the other dirty ones laid. She noticed how Jace never took his eyes off her since they got to the chamber. Walking back up to Jace she slowly grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the bed. It was in that moment that Jace finally snapped out of whatever daze he seemed to be in, he switched the positions so he was leading her towards the bed. Renva noticed her heart started racing as Jacce gestured for her to lay on the bed. To say that she felt awkwards in the moment of her crawling towards the headboard, would be an understatement.
Looking down the bed at Jace she couldn’t help but release a small giggle.
“What do I look funny?” Jace said as he looked down upon himself.
“Of course not, I just feel silly.” Renva said, trying to calm the air. “If it helps, you look beautiful from where I am.” Jace said before he too, joined Renva on the bed. Renva slowly pulled her undergarments out from under her chemise, tossing them to the floor next to the bed, doing so she heard Jace suck in a breath at her action. She had a small smile etched onto her face knowing her action will set in motion the rest of the night.
Jace sat on his thighs and removed his tunic, Renva followed his sitting motion, so they were face to face. While Jace might still be young, Renva noticed he was well defined for his age. Renva slowly lifted her chemise off herself, fully revealing her bare body to Jacaerys. “You are beautiful Renva.” Jace said, taking her all in with his eyes. He hesitantly reached out to touch her, “You won't hurt me. It's okay.” Renva led his hand to her hip. The self control Jace had slowly slipped as he pulled Renva in towards him and crashed his lips into hers.
The two heatedly kissed, as their hands explored one another. They were growing desperate, Renva tugging at Jaces trousers, Jace running one of his thumbs just under the swell of her breast, the other exploring her body.
Jacaerys stripped off his last piece of clothing. Jace then laid Renva down, positioning himself above her. Jacaerys planted a chaste kiss on her lips, before trailing his mouth down to her neck, then to one of her breasts. He made sure to pay attention to both of them, his hand fondled the breast his mouth wasn’t on. Renva bucked her hips at the sensation that she never felt before. Jace removed his hand from her breast and trailed it between her legs, tapping her thigh when she squeezed her legs shut. Renva allowed for Jace to part her legs, his mouth popping off her breast to look at her. Jace made eye contact with Renva as he slid one of his fingers over her folds, before it settled on her bud.
As Jace rubbed small circles on her clit, he watched as her eyes closed she let out a breathy moan. Jace felt himself leaking precum at the sight. Jace moved down so he was face to face with her cunt. Renva felt his hot breath on her and before she could say anything, she felt him start to lick at her folds. Jace lifted one of her legs over his shoulder to give him more access to her. He wasn’t sure if he was doing it correctly but when Renva gripped his hair he assumed she was happy with his work. Renva let out a loud moan as Jace felt her release. He lapped up her juices, making sure to leave some to help guide himself into her.
Jace removed her leg from his shoulder, sitting on his knees making eye contact with Renva who looked ethereal to him laid out on their bed. “Are you ready?” Jace asked as he stroked himself a few times, Renva nodded as she caught her breath. Jace took his cock and slowly rubbed his tip along her folds collecting some of her cum to help guide him. “If it hurts, let me know and we shall stop.” Jace spoke out of breath himself. “It’s okay Jace. I’m ready.” Renva said giving Jace the okay. Jace slowly pushed him self into her, bracing himself above her with his arm. Renva dug her nails into Jace's shoulder blades, “Keep going Jace.” Renva spoke as she kissed his neck, the little pain she felt overcome by pleasure.
Jace bottomed out, as Renva arched her back making them both moan into each other's necks. Jace planted light kisses as he slowly pulled out halfway and pushed back into her. “Jace” Renva moaned, “Yes my love?” Jace spoke, himself finding it hard to form proper words. “Please, go faster.” Renva whimpered into his ear, Jace shuddered as a feeling he’s never had before came over him. Jace picked up his pace, Renva wrapped her legs around his waist, as he continued to slam into her. Renva felt something snap in her, as she felt release. Jace felt her squeeze him and it made him only last a few more strokes before he coated her walls. Renva knew their marital duties were complete as she felt him coat her insides with his seed.
“We have done well, my prince.” Renva spoke as Jace pulled out and she laid her head on his chest. “I am utterly in love with you Renva.” he spoke into her hair giving it a kiss before pulling the covers over them. The two drift off to sleep in each other's arms, both unaware of what is to come.
When is the next chapter of fire inside coming up 💕💕
My father took his own life a few weeks ago, since then I’ve had some of my own mental health struggles. I regret to say I’m not sure when the next chapter will be coming but I promise the story will be completed by the end of this year 💕
Warnings: This series includes themes of violence, death, smut, childbirth and childbirth complications (if I forgot to mention any please let me know)
Pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x OC
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Chapter 17: The Wedding
It had been a few days of wedding prepping and getting to know the layout of her new home. Renva still participated in her early morning training with her brother, not refusing no matter how much her muscles burned. Daemon came to them one morning as they practiced on the beach, to discuss what would happen with her training once Cregan left. Cregan asked the Rogue Prince if he or another knight at Dragonstone would train her, Daemon had given her brother a small smirk and agreed that he himself would do it. He would train Renva along with Baela, and occasionally Rhaena. The younger of the twins didn’t dislike training, but she preferred more ‘ladylike’ hobbies.
So Daemon and Baela would accompany them on the beach when training occurred. Baela and Renva often practiced against one another. Both fighting until they couldn’t and would end in a draw. Daemon and Cregan both gave remarks to the girls on how to fix their stances, postures, and how they can use their leanness to their advantages. Both girls improved greatly, and to Renva’s joy, she bonded quickly with Baela. It was a fear of hers that due to the betrothals and decision made from them Baela would hold it against her.
The twins found comfort in Renva, almost as an older sister of sorts. The girls were often seen around Dragonstone, reading books from the library and practicing Valryian. The twins would help Renva practice the lines she must learn for her wedding ceremony, and in return Renva told them the legends about the wisps. When the girls weren't seen together, Renva could be found spending time with Jace, getting to know more about one another. They would take walks on the beach under the chaperone of Renvas new handmaiden, Ceria, who was 10 years her senior.
While the betrothed were on their walks they would discuss memories from their childhood. Jace told Renva the story of the ‘Pink Dread’ which she slightly scolded him for, but ultimately found a little funny. Renva spoke of the north and their traditions, along with time her brother Ranvir, almost took her head off with his sword for scaring him during training. The two could be heard laughing from the beach in Dragonstone, bringing joy to not only Rhaenyra but also Cregan. He then knew that his sister would be happy spending her days with Jacaerys.
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It was finally the day of the wedding. Rhaenyra and Ceria readied Renva, helping her first into a chemise, then a corset. They opted for skipping a petticoat due to Renva’s detestment. Then came time for her gown, it was a red floor length silk gown. Renva admired the dress as she looked at herself in the mirror, the neckline was off the shoulder, with embroidered gold details running down the arms of the dress. Rhaenyra came up behind her placing an overcoat that was grey with a lighter grey and red detailing to match the dress underneath. Once the dress was completed, Ceria and Rhaenyra approached behind her with the ceremonial robes. They were a creamed color with the edges dyed a light red color.
After placing golden shoes on Renva sat at the vanity that was placed in her temporary chambers. Rhaenyra took over and braided Renva’s hair, her dark locks forming braids that only the Targaryens wore. Once she finished Renva examined her hair, finding big braids going straight down from the front of her head all the way to the back. The sides of her head however were braided in a way the warriors in the north wore them. They were much smaller and tighter braids that followed along the side of Renva’s head. Woven onto the ends of her braids were small golden cuffs.
Renva smiled at herself in the mirror and spotted Rhaenyra dismissing Ceria. Once Ceria exited the room, Rhaenyra came up behind Renva placing her hands on her shoulders, Renva then placed her own hands on top of the Princess’s. Leaning down, Rhaenyra placed three small kisses on Renva’s temples, a gesture she only did with her children and husband. Renva’s eyes filled with tears,
“Oh sweet girl, don’t cry. Are you okay?” Rhaenyra worried for her, she knew how anxious this day could be for her.
“I am fine your grace. I am happy but I am also saddened to be leaving my family.” Renva wiped her tears away and gave the Princess a reassuring smile. “You won’t truly be leaving them. You and Jacaerys can always visit on dragonback, or your father and siblings can come visit here whenever you’d like.” Rhaenyra told the young girl. “However it is time for the ceremony to start.” Rhaenyra led Renva out of the walls of Dragonstone and to an alcove near the beach which held an alter. Before reaching the alcove, Rhaenyra stopped and Renva saw her brother approaching in Stark house color wedding attire.
“I can take it from here Princess, I believe you have someone waiting for you as well.” Cregan spoke kindly to Rhaenyra as she nodded and went towards the alcove. “We can always run if you need, they might have dragons but I will get you off this island.” Cregan whispered making sure the Princess was a good distance away. “Cregan, all is well. Let’s not keep them waiting.” Renva smiled as her brother locked arms with her. She gave him a reassuring arm rub as they walked towards the alcove. “I should be comforting you.” Cregan whispered, “I was always better at it.” Renva smirked back. “You look beautiful by the way, father and mother would be proud of you.” Cregan gave a small smile as they approached the alcove, seeing the whole mixed Velaryon and Targaryian family. “Thank you brother.” Renva whispered back.
As the two Starks walked towards the altar, Renva took notice of Jace’s siblings. Daemon, Baela and Rhaena stood towards the side where her own family should’ve been, letting Renva know that they were there for her. While Lucerys, Joffrey, Aegon the younger, and Viserys II, stood with Ceria waiting for Rhaenyra to join them. Behind the family members were families of high nobility, and the knights that resided on Dragonstone. Rhaenyra stood behind Jacaerys, as the Septon stood infront of the altar. The altar itself held what looked to be a golden chalice, along with a few white cloths and one red cloth with gold embroidery. The last thing on the altar that Renva noticed was what looked to be dragonglass.
Looking away from the altar, Renva looked at her betrothed. He wore a similar robe, with a bigger headpiece. To Renva he looked ethereal, his brown hair looked to have been trimmed recently. He was tapped by Rhaenyra which made him glance up and make eye contact with Renva. Renva saw a smile grow on his face, it made her stomach flutter. Knowing that in just a few moments the two would be married. Cregan led Renva past everyone and to where Jace was waiting. Once standing in front of Jace, Cregan let go of his sister's arm and gave her a small embrace. Kissing the top of her head before turning to Jacaerys and giving him a small nod then walking to where Daemon stood with his daughters.
“Hi.” Jacaerys softly spoke to her, “Hello Jacaerys.” Renva returned with a small smile. The two held eye contact as the septon began to talk.
“We gather here today to join Jacaerys Velaryon and Renva Stark into one union, through the ways of Old Valyria.” Renva and Jace are then instructed to each grab a piece of dragonglass, and to make a slice into each other's bottom lip. Jacaerys went first, grabbing his shard of dragonglass, he held Renvas bottom lip with his other hand to steady it. Slowly he slid the sharp dragonglass along Renva’s lower lip, letting it make a clean cut. Jace then put his thumb onto her bottom lip, swiping some of her blood onto his finger he made the Valyrian fire symbol on Renva’s forehead. It was then Renva’s turn. She clutched the piece of dragonglass so tightly in her hand, she felt it almost slice her. With a shaky hand she steadied Jaces’ lip before she rised the glass and too cut his bottom lip slowly. She fluttered her eyes back up to his momentarily before dabbing her thumb onto his lip and marking his forehead with the Valyrian symbol for blood.
The two then held eye contact again while the septon spoke. Renva felt like it was just them two and the septon, she almost forgot about the groups of people watching the ceremony. It was now time for the two to slice their own palms to join blood. The two did as instructed by the septon, then joined hands. The septon held the golden chalice under their hands and let their blood mixture drip into the cup. Once there was a decent amount in the chalice, the septon wrapped their conjoined hands in the red cloth. At the point in the ceremony they both had to recite the vow together, “Iksi sir mēre ñelly, mēre prūmia, mēre soul sir se forever.” (We are now one flesh, one heart, one soul now and forever.) Once they recited the vow, they were handed the chalice, Jace first then Renva. Each taking a small sip from the chalice, their hands were untied, each given a white cloth to hold to the wounded palm.
Renva met Jaces’ eyes again, the two feeling the stares of the onlookers waiting for what they know will happen. As the two leaned into one another, Jace raised his non bloodied hand and cupped the left side of Renva’s face. Renva placed her good hand on the crook of Jaces neck, as their lips connected they heard a round of applause. The two smiled into their kiss as they heard the cheers of the people, as they broke apart they connected their foreheads. Renva let out a small giggle, “I’m glad it's you Renva, I really am.” Jace spoke softly to her before they both turned, locked arms and walked back to Dragonstone.
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Chapter 16: From a Mothers Perspective
Two days passed quickly, Renva took time out of her days on the ship to spend time with Signe who was forced into a cage for her own safety. Renva knew her direwolf would jump overboard if it meant she had to stay on a ship for two days, ever since she was a pup she hated the water. Renva had also spoken to Rhaenyra quite often during the journey. It not only calmed Renva’s nerves about the pressure of the Valyrian wedding, but Renva could sense it eased the Princess’s nerves knowing how committed Renva was to her son. They were to dock soon, or at least that's what Cregan told her not too long ago when he found her with the children again.
While she held a special spot for little Joffrey in her heart, Aegon the younger and little Viserys gave Renva a certain comfort. They were so pure and innocent, not knowing the cruel world they were living in. It didn’t take a scholar to read the tension between Rhaenyra and Alicent. It might have been her lessons from her father that helped her read people or just her own intuition. The first night at the Red Keep, she could cut the tension between the two with a knife. Renva pondered if she made the right choice, if denying the both and settling with a nobleman from the north would have been a better choice. But then she would think about Jace, and how kind he is and has been in regards to the betrothal. It was then she knew she made the right choice.
“Renva, did Lord Stark tell you we would be arriving soon?” Renva turned her attention to the Princess who had entered so quietly, Renva thought she floated into the room.
“He did, Princess, thank you.” Renva turned her attention back towards the children who were quietly playing on the ground. “I noticed the first time you sat with them that they loved you. You have a gift, Renva.” Rhaenyra spoke as she slowly lowered herself onto the ground. “Princes please sit in a chair, you should be comfortable during your pregnancy.” Renva quickly got off the ground to try and help the Princess back up. “It is quite alright, I like to spend this time with my children. They’re growing up faster than I’d like them to.” The love she had for her children was evident in her tone. “At least let me fetch you a cushion.” Grabbing one from the chair and offering it to the Princess, who took it with no fight.
“How are you so good with them? You are the youngest of your siblings, am I correct?” The Princess questioned. “I am. I’m not sure if you know but my eldest brother was previously married. Unfortunately, during the birth of my nephew, his wife Arra , passed. She had succumbed to childbed fever. Rickon II wouldn’t calm for the wetnurses. He would eat fine, but when it came time to sleep, he would scream into the hour of the owl. Only sleeping when he tired himself out. I know it is improper for some to care for children that aren't your own, but I could tell my brother was struggling. He had lost his wife and now couldn’t calm his son, I felt like I had to do something.” Renva turned when she felt a hand on her own. Rhaenyra felt for the young girl, she too has had that sense of helplessness when it came to her own children. She couldn’t imagine what it must felt like to watch your brother struggle at a time of deep need.
Renva gave the Princess a small smile and continued, “So I would go into the nursery and calm Rickon on my own. I think not having his mother took a toll on him, that first time I held him in my arms he calmed in an instant. From that day I helped as much as I could, I love children. They bring out a part of us that we never knew was there.” Rhaenyra scooted closer towards Renva, “I want you to know that when I was a little younger than you are now, I lost my own mother to the birthing bed. These special moments such as weddings and pregnancies are hard with them not being here. You young wolf, are not alone during these times. I will be there for you when the time comes. You are one of my own now, a wolf in a family of dragons.” Renva’s heart clenched at the words. Tears coming to both Rhaenyra and Renva’s eyes. Renva was careful as she leaned in to give the Princess a hug “Thank you.”
They stayed in that position for a little while until they heard the crew, stating that the ship had docked and was almost ready for deboarding. Renva helped the Princess stand, before she left the room in search for her brother. She found Cregan at the helm of the ship talking to the captain. He hadn't noticed her approaching him from behind, until he felt hands go around his middle. “I love you dear brother.” She muttered into his back which for once was void of multiple pelts of fur and an armored chest plate. “I love you too little wolf. Let's get off this boat and onto some solid ground huh?” Cregan turned and led his sister to signe’s cage.
“Are you ready to get out and into our new home?” Renva spoke to Signe, unlocking her cage and leading her to the ramp to get off the boat. As she looked up she saw Rhaenyra reuniting with Daemon and her children, along with a plethora of servants to help gather the supplies off the ship. She longed for her father and Ranvir, for one last hug before her whole life would change.
I just wanted to apologize for flooding the x reader tags, it won’t happen again. I try not to describe my character in my Jacaerys Velaryon fic (and most characters) so my fics could be read as an x reader if wanted with just a name holder. I will not tag it as such from now on
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Chapter 15: Setting Sail
Sunrise came quickly, the Princess’s youngest children were already on the boat with their handmaiden and wetnurses. Renva and Princess Rhaenyra were talking about the details of your wedding, and what was to be expected from a traditional Valyrian wedding. Cregan watched as the elder Princes made their way to the boat with Daemon, all in what he could only assume were riding leathers for their journey. Spotting her husband Rhaenyra excused herself and made her way over to them discussing the preparation Daemon would have to do once he reached Dragonstone. Traveling by dragon was faster than by water, the boys would reach Dragonstone a full day ahead of the boat. Renva walked up to her brother who looked to be on edge.
“Are you alright?” Cregan looked down to his sister.
“I should be asking you that question dear sister.” “I am perfectly fine dear brother, I do not regret my decision.” Renva glanced at her betrothed who was in an elated conversation with his brother. “I wish you had more time.” Cregan said while pushing a strand of his sister's hair back out of her face, a habit he took from his mother before her passing. “You always say you wish for more time, for yourself and for others. But you don't ever truly live in the time you have dear brother. I fear you are trapped in your past.” Cregan swore his sister knew him better than he knew himself. “You do have a way with the words Renva.” “Well someone in our family has to be wise, and it sure isn’t you or Ranvir.” Renva giggled at her brother's reaction to the joke.
“I believe it is time to go.” Rhaenyra spoke, breaking the conversations that were taking place. “I shall see you three back at Dragonstone.” She turned to her sons first placing three chaste kisses on their temples. Renva yearned for that maternal comfort that she so desperately lacked, after a brief goodbye to her husband, Rhaenyra boarded the boat. Cregan gave a curt nod to the three Princes standing on the dock as he followed behind Rhaenyra onto the boat.
“I hope your travels are kind, Lady Stark.” Lucerys was the first to step to Renva giving her a small bow, “Oh Lucerys no need for such formalities, we will be family soon.” Renva entrapped Luc in a hug which he was hesitant to reciprocate. When the two separated Renva gave him a warm smile to show everything was alright. Lucerys turned back towards Daemon as Jacaerys stepped forward.
“I shall see you in two days' time. I hope the seas will be kind to you all.” Jacaerys said, taking Renvas' hands in his own. “I hope the skies are calm during your travels, I don’t know much about flying but I can assume it isn't ideal to fly through a storm.” Renva gave his hands a gentle squeeze. The two looked in each other's eyes for a moment before breaking out in small giggles. “I shall let you go so the boat doesn’t leave without you.” Renva pulled Jacaerys into a hug, she felt him give her a tight squeeze back before the two separated.
“Prince Daemon, I wish you luck leading these two home on dragonback.” Renva gave the Rogue Prince a sly smirk,
“It will be challenging but it is my duty to my wife.” Daemon smirked as he watched Renva walk onto the boat. Once aboard Renva turned and gave Daemon a small salut, which caused the two boys to jokingly retaliate. “I shall see you all soon!” Renva spoke as she went into the quarters where the rest of the passengers were waiting.
Once inside Renva glanced around, seeing her brother and the Princess in discussion about the wedding, Renva made her way to the three young children. Their wetnurses and handmaiden sitting close by to attend to them if they needed anything. Sitting on the ground next to them Renva took notice that the two younger boys were playing with wooden toys shaped into dragons and knights. Joffrey was sitting with his younger brothers with a sour look on his face, not participating in their game. “Are you alright Joffrey?” Renva spoke softly so as to not disturb anyone. Looking down at his lap he fiddled with a wooden knight, “Are you going to take Jace away from us?”
Renvas heart broke at the young boy's words. Renva placed a gentle hand upon his knee, the motion made Joffrey look up at her. “I will never take your brother from you, after all I’m leaving my family to come live with you all. Which I think will make you my new brother.” Renva spoke trying to calm his fears, “I get to have a sister?” Joffrey's eyes lit up, his slight outburst alerting Rhaenyra and Cregan to your conversation. “I would love to be your sister if you would take me Prince Joffrey.” Renva bowed her head to the young boy slightly playing. “I want to be a knight and fight for my mother.” Joffrey spoke with certainty, “Oh my apologies, then should I say Commander Joffrey of the Queen's Guard.” Renva bowed as Joffrey let out a small laugh. “You’ll do.” Joffrey said and turned to his brothers to play.
“You will make a fine mother someday, Renva. I just wish mother were here to see it.” Cregan spoke to his sister with a slight tear forming in his eye at the memory of his mother. “I have you, and Ranvir and father. That's all I need.” Renva then turned her attention to the young boys as they waved another toy in front of her as a way of asking her to join them.
“You and your father raised her well, you both should be very proud.” Rhaenyra turned towards Cregan. “Thank you, your grace, she is the best of House Stark.” Cregan looked on with admiration at his sister's caring nature. He knows however she needs to be more than caring when he leaves her with dragons.
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Chapter 14: Betrothal
Renva waited nervously in her chambers for her brother's return from his meeting with Princess Rhaenyra. She could not sit still if her life depended on it, just thinking that if Rhaenyra declines, she will have no choice but to be forced into marriage with the second son of the King. When word got to Alicents ears that Jacaerys was in fact going to marry his cousin, there would be no way for her to escape the snake's den.
Renva was on the verge of chewing a hole into her cheek as the door burst open revealing her brother who looked enraged. “She declined, hasn't she brother?” Renvas’ heart broke at the thought of it happening. “No, she agreed. However you will not be returning home with me. Within weeks time, you will be married in front of a small court, in the traditional Valryian style. You will then be residing in Dragon Stone until Princess Rhaenyra takes the Iron throne after the passing of her father. Unfortunately due to the timing, father and Ravir will be unable to attend. Instead I will be there to send you off before I return to Winterfell.” Cregan dropped himself onto the seat in front of the fireplace. “I have failed you Renva, I thought I could’ve given you more time for your freedom.”
Dropping in front of her brother to make him look at her Renva spoke, “You have done no such thing Cregan. You gave me the best childhood a girl can ask for. You trained me to protect myself because you knew that I deserved to be able to wield a weapon. You are the one that came all the way here to protect me. You have made my life without a mother worth living, and You are the reason I am who I am today. I love father I do, but you were the one always watching over me no matter what.” Renva grasped her brother's hands. “But I-” Renva cut him off, “No buts, I truly care for Jacaerys and I know while my life with him will have restrictions. He will never keep me from being who I am.” Renva met the eyes of her eldest brother, “When do we leave?” Renva asked, “At sunrise. You and I will be on the boat alongside Princess Rhaenyra and her youngest children.”
Nodding Renva stood and held her hand to her brother. Confused, her brother accepted and stood, letting Renva drag him out of the door of her chamber and through the halls of the Red Keep. When they left the castle through an archway Cregan saw them to have arrived in a garden. “Why are we out here?” Cregan questioned his sister's motives. “I know you saw him earlier but I wanted to introduce you to Prince Jacaerys. We promised to meet at the Weirwood tree after lunch.” Renva spoke, she thought if she introduced the two, she had more of a chance at calming her brother's nerves about leaving her alone forever with strangers.
Cregan and Renva sat under the weirwood, Revna leaning on her brother's shoulder. Which for once was not covered in heavy armor, but instead the soft material of his tunic. Cregan was nervous. Not because he felt like he should be intimidated by the young prince, but due to the fact that this was the person who was going to be uprooting his little sister from the only home she’s ever known. He knew he shouldn’t feel that nervous, for these are the customs all families face. However when he looked at Renva, he saw their mother. With Renva leaving them, it felt like his mother was disappearing from his life a second and final time. He saw so much of his mother in his little sister. Although he only had six years with his mother before she passed, he remembered her warm nature. Renva held the kindness that had left with their mother. While Cregan hardened his heart when his mother passed, only Renva was able to break through the walls and see her brother's vulnerability.
That was until he met the love of his life Arra Norrey, he married her two years ago. Unfortunately it seemed the women in Cregan's life were destined to leave him. After giving birth to their son Arra, like many women in the Seven Kingdoms, was lost on the birthing bed. After Arra’s death, Renva helped her brother with his son, taking almost a maternal role for his son. It was seeing them interact that pushed their father to try to find a match for his only daughter. He knew his mourning period was supposed to be over, and he should find someone to help raise his child and continue the Stark line. He just couldn’t bring himself to do it. He did however promise his father that once Renva was securely married off that he would then look for another wife. It saddened his heart that that day would be within the current moon.
He hoped however his sister would be able to outlive him, but anything was possible when dragons dance.
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Chapter 13: Decisions
Back in her chambers, Renva was wrapping her shoulder with some herbal oils given to her by the maester to make sure her shoulder wouldn’t bruise. Once the wrap was secured on her shoulder Renva slid her sleeve back up and tied her dress in place. Looking at the spear that was leaning in the corner of her room along with her training clothes, she released a heavy breath she didn’t know she was holding. Having her eldest brother here made her feel as if she was home again. A knock sounded at her chamber door, the guard outside alerting her of a visitor.
“You may enter.” Renva spoke as she crossed the room and ran her fingers along the small detailing that was on the spear.
“His Royal Highness Prince Jacaerys.” The guard spoke as he took post in the doorway of Renva’s room. Most likely by order of Queen Alicent or even her brother, both having different motives for the guard being stationed there.
“Hello Jace, it has been some time.” Renva spoke, glancing up to see him twisting his family ring along his pointer finger.
“And for the Renva I take full responsibility. I know the news of the betrothal offered by Rhaenys was sudden and my mothers lack of decline was also a surprise but I promise you I had no knowledge of the event-” Renva cut him off, “I believe you. There is no need to stress yourself.” Renva placed the spear back down and fully turned towards Jace. “I do, however have one question.” Jace was quick with his response, “Anything Renva.”
Smiling at the Princes’ nervous nature Renva walked over and placed a delicate hand on his shoulder, “What is it that you want? It seems that no one has asked your opinion on any of your sudden betrothals. Mine and Baela’s offers were thrusted upon you by others. What is it that you want?” Renva spoke with such softness Jacaerys felt like he was finally seen as more than the First born son of Rhaenyra and heir to the iron throne, and finally as a person like he should have been this whole time.
“I love my cousin, but that’s just it. I love her like I should love my family.” Jace took her hand off his shoulder and held it softly as if he could break her any second, “With you however, I feel like I can see a future. Growing old together, having children with heads full of brown hair, and no matter the gender being trained to protect themselves just as their mother has before them. I’m scared of losing you to my uncle because if you end up with him, I don’t know if I could go on.” Jace spoke while looking at their intertwined hands, refusing to meet the eyes of the person he just confessed his love to. Feeling her hands slip from his, he was sure he lost her.
The soft hand placed upon his cheek swiped a stray tear away and made him look up at her. “If you will have me, Jacaerys Velaryon, I would love to be your wife.” Renva spoke with her own tears falling. The tears were not because of the sadness of loss of freedom if she accepted, but because she would be able to spend the rest of her life with the one person who made her feel like she was more than a piece on a chess board.
Renva loves her brothers and father, but even she knew that a woman would only ever be under the control of man unless seen as an equal. Her family tries to break their prejudices, but sometimes they slip through the cracks. She knows they’re trying to change, but it would take longer for one generation to be the change she wanted to see.
“I will talk to my brother about conversing with your mother, and if your mother agrees then he shall break the news to the Queen Alicent.” Renva spoke composing herself to leave her chambers, as she turned to leave she was stopped by Jace. “Before we speak to them, can we have one more day knowing that we have no responsibilities?” Renva smiled at his words and nodded her head as they moved across the room to the pile of books.
Sitting on the two seater bench they read until it was time for lunch to which they both went their separate ways to inform their family of their decisions. Cregan was in his own chambers a few doors down from her own. Her brother however had no guard posted outside his room, even if one was sent there she knew her brother would just send them away. Knocking on the door before opening it slightly Renva announced to her brother it was her.
“You do know you do not need to knock.” Cregan spoke to Renva as he wrote a letter presumably to their father. “And if you were indecent I would have to pluck out my own eyes as a result so I shall continue to knock thank you very much.” Renva spoke as she sat in the chair closest to the desk her brother sat at. “Is that a letter to father?” Renva questioned as she toyed with her mothers necklace that hung around her neck. “It is, how is your shoulder?” Cregan asked, he knew his sister was tough so he didn’t feel too bad, she endured harsher training back at Winterfell.
“It hardly throbs after the oils given by the maester. I do have something I would wish to tell father if you could include it.” Renva said changing the topic of conversation. “And what would that be little sister?” Cregan spoke as he glanced up at Renva, “I have accepted Prince Jacaerys betrothal proposal.” Renva sucked in a deep breath, momentarily forgetting to breathe and release the breath.
“You have?” Cregan spoke, turning his full body towards his sister, “I would like for you to speak to Princess Rhaenyra about the terms if she wishes to continue it, since father is not here.” Renva bit the inside of her lip, a habit she had yet to break since she was little. “Well alright then, if that's what you desire.” Cregan sent a small smile towards his sister as he stood. “Wait where are you going?” Renva urgently stood, “I am going to secure your proposal of course, I heard about the other offer and would like to settle this as fast as possible. Also between you and I, I do not like the Hightowers, I more so do not like that dog the Queen has running around. The quicker we settle it, the quicker we leave.” Renva was all too happy to hear her brother's words.
But even she knew happiness didn’t last long, not while she was trapped in the house of the dragons.
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Chapter 12: A Familiar Face
Days have passed since Renva rode to the forest. Avoiding all in the Red Keep, Renva tucked herself away into the library where she would read for hours on end. This morning however was no different, Renva awoke and spent her time in the library only after breaking her fast alone. Focusing intently on the book in her hands, she paid no attention to the door opening and foot steps pouring in. However when a hand latched onto her shoulder she sprung up without hesitation, drawing the knife she kept attached to her thigh, to point at the attacker.
“Dear sister, is that anyway to treat your eldest brother?” Renva dropped the knife with a squeal as she launched herself into her brother's arms.
“Oh Cregan, how glad I am to see you.” Renva buried her head in her brother's shoulder and he swung her around. “I missed you too little wolf,” Cregan said as he placed her on her feet, “Now tell me everything I need to know about this place.”
Cregan wasted no time in getting to the point, “Come brother let us go to my chambers and we shall discuss where there are no prying eyes and ears.” Renva latched her arm on her brothers and dragged him through the Castle. Once in the safety of her chambers Renva spoke freely about those in the Keep. How the Queen was keeping her under close watch, while Rhaenyra offered a safe place, to those who she was expected to choose between. She hasn’t seen Jace in who knows how long, while Aemond started to act like a decent person. Renva spoke about her conflictions and what advice her brother should have to aid her in her decision.
“It seems as though you’ve been through a lot since father left, and on your own nonetheless. That ends now, you will not be alone as long as I’m alive.” Cregan glanced at his sister, who seemed to have aged due to the stress placed upon her shoulders. He crossed the gap between them and for the first time since they were children gave Renva a hug only an older brother could give his shattered sister.
Renva finally let all the stress seep through her cracks as she broke down in her brother's arms. While she loved Ranvir, he couldn’t give the type of hug that seemed to shield her from the world. “Shhhh.., there there. You're not alone anymore. I will always be your protector.” Cregan spoke into his sister's hair and she sobbed into his arms. Cregan himself shed a singular tear, he did not wipe it. Renva hated when he hid his pain from her, glancing up at her brother Renva herself wiped the tear from his face, placing a kiss on his cheek thanking him for existing.
After calming Renva down by promising to start training her immediately, the two walked out to the training grounds. As the Stark siblings approached, Cregan spotted who Renva described as Ser Criston Cole. He already had a bad feeling about the man, as if he was on the verge of snapping at any moment. It was something that worried Cregan, he knew a guard should have self control and a proper mentality to hold a sword, let alone for the Royal Family. Along with Cole, Renva spotted Jace, Luc, Aemond and Aegon. She sucked in a breath, the Princes didn’t notice her or her brother right away which Renva thanked the old gods for.
“I brought you a present dear sister.” Cregan spoke, drawing the attention of the Princes and their trainer. Cregan pulled out a large thinly wrapped parcel. “Are you going to hand it over?” Renva spoke, their old banter coming back without hesitation. She almost didn’t feel the eyes on them, almost. “Once we complete todays training you shall have the chance to open it. Until then you will have something to work for.” Cregan smirked at his sister as he placed the parcel with the direwolves who were just off to the side. “Very well.” Renva spoke as she whipped out her daggers. “Father told me that you received some training while here at the keep. Let's see if you are still as good as you used to be.” Glancing to Cole who was off to the side with the Princes.
Raising his sword, Cregan invited his younger sister to attack. Renva held her daggers, as she used her footwork to get closer to her brother. Renva swung with her right hand, her brother who was much more experienced, raised his sword and brought it down to block his sister's upswing. Knocking the dagger out of her right hand Cregan spoke, “It's almost as if you’ve regressed” Cregan to a side step, swinging the sword down knocking his sister's forearm in just the right spot to send pain down to her hand but not strong enough to leave a bruise. Refusing to make a fool of herself, Cregan suspected that she would release the dagger and clutch her arm to stop the pain. Instead, she fought through it, and swung at her brother's abdomen. Cregan dodged with grace, swinging his sword around and pointing it at her throat.
Smirking, Renva used her dagger and knocked the sword away from her throat, continuing their small battle. Cregan was pleased with his sister's skills. However they were not up to where they should be, had she remained at Winterfell she would have progressed further than where she was now. Cregan decided enough was enough, as Renva was coming back for another attack, Cregan used his strength to swing his sword down to where her dagger was aiming and knocked it out of her hand with a hard thwack. Renva winced from the pain, she knew however this was the end of their battle, he now had the upper hand since she didn’t use her speed to her advantage and tried to match his strength.
Cregan used his right foot to swipe her off of her feet which resulted in Renva hitting the ground with a hard thud. “You’ve made your point brother.” Renva said, sitting up and rubbing her shoulder which took most of the blow to the ground. “You tried to beat me in strength, a feat which you can’t achieve. You are much faster than any man could ever be. Use that to your advantage. It seems whoever trained you has never trained anyone in a way of speed. From now on you shall run laps as you did in Winterfell. I shall accompany you if you wish or Signe will.” Cregan walked to the direwolves.
“Do I get to open the parcel now? Or do I have to wait?” Renva spoke to her brother as she nodded at his instructions. “I suppose you deserve a special gift.” Cregan spoke as he walked back with the parcel in his hands. Renva held out her hands eagerly as her brother placed the parcel in her hands. It was lighter than she expected, she thought from the shape it would be a sword. After peeling back the packaging she realized it was a spear. “I made it myself for you, it is a double ended forked spear. It shall be the last thing I teach you. You have to finish dagger training, then I shall train you on the sword, and finish with your spear.” Cregan placed a hand on his sister's shoulder, the one that didn’t make contact with the ground.
The Princes watched the siblings interact, the Targaryen siblings were envious, knowing that they would never get along the way the Starks did. The Velaryons were in awe that even though they seemed to have little in common, what they did, they cherished. As for Cole he was seething at the comments the eldest Stark threw at him.
Renva twisted the spear in her hands a few times before smirking up at her brother.
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Pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x OC
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Chapter 11: The Wisp
Once she made it across, she noticed that the light was further back than she had thought. She swore it was right on the other side, but she couldn't see it very well. She heard what sounded like a whimper from a child, glancing around with her left hand ghosting the location of where her dagger was situated on her hip. Renva saw nothing, no sign of anything else with her in the woods. Turning back to where the light was, it was almost as if it moved to be 5 feet in front of her.
Renva took a cautioned step back, the light wasn’t just a light. It was a wisp, one like her mother saw before she was condemned to death. It was a ball of what looked like blue fire, with two white glowing orbs in it which looked like it was the eyes of the creature. She heard the small whimper like noise again, it seemed to be coming from the wisp. Once it realized it had her attention it turned and disappeared, only to reappear further ahead down the path. Renva knew she shouldn’t follow it, but wisps were some of the only things she was truly interested about. It made her feel connected to her mother in a strange way.
She followed it alone for what seemed like forever, Signe having stayed on the other side of the creek because she didn’t like getting her fur wet. It led her to an alcove that was nestled under a cliff side. She took a few caution steps into the alcove, running her hands lightly along the wall she felt what were to have been carvings. She exited and found a piece of wood to light. Walking back she held the torch close to the rocky wall. Once lit up she was able to depict exactly what was drawn on the walls. They were dragons, many of them, all different sizes and shapes. On the wall was something in high Valyrian. To her right was a small piece of wood, taking out her small hunting knife, she carved what was written on the walls. Once she was done she pocketed her knife and the wood. Glancing back at the wall she took in the images of the dragons.
The color of them had long since faded, but the shapes of them were there. She had not seen many of the dragons but she’s heard stories and seen them in books. She could make out one to be what looked like Vhagar, it was the biggest of all of them depicted. It was fighting another dragon, one with a very long neck she assumed to be Caraxes. She wondered if they had fought before or if this was something to come.
Renva decided it was time to leave the cave. A sense of dread washed over her after looking at the image. Walking back the way she came, she couldn’t stop thinking of what Helena had said and now what she had seen. The wisp led her there for a reason and she didn’t know why. Was she to try and stop this? Was it inevitable and destined to happen no matter what? Retracing her steps she came back upon the creak and crossed it towards Signe who was sitting upright waiting for Renva to return.
“I’m back Signe, no need to worry.” She spoke softly as Signe pressed her snout to Renvas hand. The two walked together back to where her horse resided. As they approached the horse they saw a dark figure step out from the tree it was tied to. “Who goes there?” Renva said whipping out her knife, Signe stood in a protective manner in front of Renva.
“Where did you run off to?” She knew that voice, only heard it a few times. Aemond stepped into the stream of moonlight, he had a smirk upon his face.
“I needed to take a walk. It is none of your concern.” Renva said, sheathing the knife, but still keeping her guard up.
“It is my concern, you are a ward of my mothers and thus if you get hurt under her care she will be to blame. Unless that is what you were trying to accomplish.” Aemond said, taking a step closer to Renva.
“I can take care of myself, thank you very much. Also how did you even know where I was? Were you spying on me?” Renva said, pointing her finger at him accusingly.
“I was leaving the dragon pit when you rode by like a mad woman. So in the kindness of my heart I followed on behalf of my mother. Now Lady Stark I believe it is high time to get you back to the castle.” Aemond said, closing in on her. Signe growled as he approached, however her growls didn’t stop him. When he was close enough he turned slightly and ushered her to walk ahead of him. It was his way of making sure she returned without trying to run again.
“This is ridiculous, just wait until my brother comes and hears about this.” Renva grumbled as she pushed past him, giving his side a slight nudge. Signe followed in the middle of the two, keeping Renva as far away from Aemond as she could. Aemonds smirk never left his face the whole way back from the forest to the castle.
“Goodnight Prince Aemond, let's never do this again.” Renva spoke with an annoyed expression as they went their separate ways, only she didn’t see Aemond’s smug look as he turned and departed.
If only she knew that her defiance triggered something in the young prince that was sure to make things very complicated.
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Chapter 10: The Forest
Renva couldn’t sleep after the events of the petition. After seeing the King struggle so strongly to reach the throne, Renva felt for the Queen. She could tell Alicent truly cared for the King, whether it is love or not there is a respect there and for that Revna is glad. She witnessed first hand the wrath of the Dragon. Vaemond Velaryion’s head was sliced like it was nothing. Renva saw death before, that didn’t scare her. But the fury behind Prince Daemon's eyes scared her.
Then came the news she was dreading, Princess Rhaenys spoke about a betrothal offer and Rhaenyra didn’t immediately decline. Renva felt betrayed by the Princess who consoled her when she was on the verge of a breakdown. Now all the thoughts she had pressed down were resurfacing and Renva needed to get out. Out of bed, out of her chambers, and out of the Red Keep. She threw her covers off and dug through her closet to the bottom which held a sack of her brother's old clothing she would use or practice before she had her own. She knew it would come in handy at some point.
Now all she had to do was figure out how to get past the guard stationed outside her door. She knew if she jumped from the window she would break many bones, so that was out of the question. Remembering back in Winterfell there were few secret passageways used by the staff to help them travel about the castle quicker. That led Renva to quietly pace the room and press on the walls in hope that one would open into a passageway. It took her a few tries until finally she pushed on the wall just to the left of the bed where her brother had slept, and it flung open revealing an empty corridor.
Moving swiftly through the tunnels she heard the kitchen maids preparing food for tomorrow's meals which led her to realize she was almost out of the castle. Renva mapped out the castle while she was there, a habit she developed from her father. He made sure to remind her to always be aware of one's surroundings. The kitchen was close to the stables and that's all that Renva needed to get to.
She pushed open a door and there it was, a few feet away she saw the stables. She ducked and weaved her way towards it making sure to remain unseen. However Signe following close behind might be a dead giveaway. How the wolf found her Renva didn’t know, she chopped it up to their bond. Entering the stables she saw a horse that looked the right size to ride without a saddle. She has done it many times before in Winterfell so it wasn’t a challenge for her anymore.
Once she was up on the horse, she slowly trotted him out of the stables and towards the exit for all the staff. That way she would be as inconspicuous as possible. Once she was out of the Red Keep she gave a slight squeeze and he took off at a higher speed. She bobbed and weaved all throughout Kings Landing. Finally making it to the Dragon Pit all she had to do was continue towards the woods that stood on the outside of the wall. Then she would be free for a while.
While passing the Pit she heard the grumbling of the dragons that resided in it. They fascinated her but also terrified her. She knew Signe was still a wild animal no matter how strong their bond is and could decide to do the exact opposite of what Renva tells her to do. She couldn’t imagine handling the responsibility of having a dragon. Turning back towards the road, she kept up her pace and not soon after reached the exit towards the woods.
Slowing down once outside Renva took what felt like her first actual breath in a while. She decided to continue on foot and once she started growing tired would turn around and go back to the Keep. Wrapping the one tie the horse had to the nearest tree, Renva made sure that the animal would be able to bend down to rest if need be. After giving the horse a little pat, Renva turned with Signe right besides her further into the woods.
After walking for what Renva assumed was an hour based on the patter of the stars, she came upon a small creek. She stopped so Signe could take a drink, she knew the wolf must be a little tired from all the running she did. Taking a seat at the water's edge, Renva held her knees to her chest and just watched the water ripple. She thought of her mother, how different would her life be if her mother were still alive. She thought about how little she still knows of her mother, she has almost no memory of her. Just the one lullaby she would sing to all the children to get them to fall asleep. Letting a tear fall from her eye, she looked towards her wolf.
Signe was the only thing that was constant in her life when she thought hard about it. Of course her father and brothers are there for her but there are times they go on trips where her father will still not allow her to travel. Thus making her stay in Winterfell with the handmaidens, they were never constant after Ms. Kaila’s passing. It was almost as if it was Renva driving those away from herself subconsciously. She feared that those she cared about would end up leaving her, and her heart just couldn't take that happening again. After all, it seemed to her that she was alone more than she was with other people. Thinking back to Helena's dream the day before, she remembered her utter the phrase ‘lone wolf’, it clicked and resonated with her because those that resided in Winterfell often called her that name.
While she knew not all of the Princesses' dreams actually came to light, she feared that this one would. Taking her attention away from her wolf and back towards the water she spotted a little blue light coming from across the creek. Curious, Renva stood to her feet, and tried to get a closer look. There were walking stones in the lake, lucky Renva had trousers on otherwise she would have had a drenched dress.
Taking a deep breath she started for the otherside of the creek.
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Renvas eyes widened once she heard the lone wolf. She knew it was about her, who else could it refer to? Aemond looked from his sister to the Stark girl. Once making eye contact Renva sprung into action, “She passed out due to stress probably. Hold her up for a moment,” Renva spoke to Aemond. Their first speaking since that day in the training grounds. Once Aemond held her up, Renva loosed her corset, allowing blood flow and air to easily move. “Now lay her flat on her back on the floor.” Aemond did as instructed. Once on the floor Renva put her ear to the Princesses nose, feeling air flow and hearing her low breathing she knew she would be okay.
Turning towards the handmaidens who stood idle in the room not knowing what to do since the Princess never passed out before. “I need a cool cloth, the coldest water you can get.” The maids rushed out of the room at Lady Renva’s request.
“How do you know how to do all of this?” Aemond asked, turning towards her and looking her over with his one eye. “Growing up, my personal handmaiden Ms. Kaila, would faint from time to time. Maesters said that it was due to the stress of watching over my brothers and I when my father couldn’t. However I don’t think that was the actual reason.” Revna spoke while brushing the hair out of Helena’s face.
“What do you think the real reason is?” Aemond asked, remembering his mothers orders to befriend the girl for a potential marriage to bind House Stark to the Hightowers specifically. “She was a fighter, always going against the males in Winterfell, the only man she ever respected was my father. She was the one who introduced me to fighting secretly.” Renva spoke of the women with a smile upon her face. “She wasn’t one to stress out easily. Kaila did however confide in me one evening, she said she was sick, it wasn’t contagious or else she would have left Winterfell in a heartbeat. But it was something that would take her from this world earlier than she had thought.” Renva finished her tale and glanced at Aemond, he was about to speak when the doors slammed open again. The maids came back with Queen Alicent at their tails.
“What happened to my daughter?” Alicent asked no one specifically. “She fainted, your grace, she spoke a dream and then just collapsed.” Renva said, taking the cold cloth’s from one of the maids and placing one on her forehead and one on the back of her neck. Helena stirred and started mumbling the dream again. “Renva helped me make her comfortable until she woke up.” Aemond said standing to his mother to console her and distract her from his sister's mumblings. A side of him that Renva never saw before, she knew Alicent was closest to her middle children rather than the oldest and youngest. Although she never saw Aemond reciprocate any feelings of love or concern until today. “I graciously thank you Renva.” Alicent spoke with a tear in her eye as she went over to her daughter who slowly opened her eyes.
“I will leave you all then, if you need me I will be in my chambers after I return a book to the library.” Renva excused herself and let what of the family was there be in solitude.
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Renva was not interrupted for the rest of the night. She wondered where Jace was, she hadn’t seen him all day. She wondered if everything was okay with the Velaryon boys. Glancing out of the window in her room she stared at the Weirwood tree. A tree that they also had in Winterfell, she would sit there for hours and read until it grew too dark to see anything without candle light.
Looking under the tree she spotted Signe. She was fast asleep, close enough so if Renva needed help she could be there but far enough to still feel the freedom she had in the North. Renva wondered if it was a good idea to keep her in the Red Keep with her or if she would have been happier going back to Winterfell with Nika. Hearing a soft knock upon her door, she responded with “Come in.” Turning to see who would enter the room she was shocked to see Princess Rhaenys. “Your grace, to what do I owe the honor?” Renva spoke and bowed to the older Princess.
“Please rise child. I have come to speak to you about some accusations that have been made about my grandchildren.” Renva was confused. Why would Rhaenys speak to her about such things? “I mean no offense you grace, but why are you talking to me about this?” Renva said, speaking of her confusion. “Because when my good brother comes tomorrow there shall be a petition on the succession of Driftmark. To secure my houses protection, I will be offering Princess Rhaenyra a proposal. Two actually.” Rhaenys said. Renva knew where this was going. Any logical woman would, and she didn’t blame Princess Rhaenys for it at all.
“I’m guessing it is with Princess Rhaenyra’s eldest children and Laenas children? And for that to work you would like me to step back from Prince Jacaerys.” Renva said, connecting the dots and looking at Rhaenys. “You are a smart girl. You will survive here-” Rhaenys said and was about to leave when Renva cut her off. “I didn’t say that I would, If the time comes, I won’t fight for Jace. But I won’t hurt him either.” Renva said and gestured for Princess Rhaenys to leave her chambers.
“You remind me of my daughter. You will do great things.” With that Princess Rhaenys left and Renva was alone with her thoughts again.
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Pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x OC
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Chapter 8: The Dream
Renva stood between Queen Alicent and Princess Rhaenyra as she watched her father and brother pack the last of their things. Rickon decided to leave the next morning instead of that night. It gave Renva time to collect herself and stop her tears before they left.
“I will miss you my young wolf, your brother should be here in a week's time, he’s decided to ride alone which lets the horses travel faster.” Renva gave a slight nod to her father as he placed a hand upon her cheek.
“I shall make you proud here. I will write to you when I get the chance.” Renva turned to her brother who had just approached. “I will miss you Ranvir, and I’m sure Signe will miss Nika.” Renva gave her brother a tight hug which he gladly returned. Glancing at the two direwolves who seemed like they were saying their own goodbyes, Renva almost shed a tear. She would not give the Queen the satisfaction in seeing her cry.
“We will take good care of Renva, Lord Rickon. You have my word.” Rhaenyra said, placing a hand on the young girl's shoulder. “I’m sure you will, Princess. Thank you again for hosting us and allowing my daughter to stay.” Rickon gave his daughter a hug before he placed a hand on his youngest son's upper back and guided him into the carriage.
Once the carriage door shut behind her father and brother, Renva took a deep breath, almost as if she was preparing herself for the weeks to come. Ranvir peeked his head out of the window one last time to give his sister a small wave, to which she returned. It was only a moment after their wave that the carriage started moving out of the Red Keep.
The carriage was out of sight when Renva turned to the Queen. “If you may excuse me, Baela, Rhaena and Helena invited me to practice our embroidery together.” Renva bowed her head, a gesture which she believed the Queen did not afford from her. Renva didn’t stop to look back at either the Queen or Princess, she wanted to get as far away as she could from this courtyard.
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The guard that stood post at Helena’s chamber door allowed her in. As she walked in Renva spotted Prince Daemon’s twin girls, on their embroidery looms Renva noticed them making the Velaryon house crest. Renva smiled to herself, she knew the two girls had also lost her mother, it was new all over the kingdom how Laena went out by Vhagar’s fire. She was proud of the two however that they are still honoring their mothers house. Glancing at Helena, on her loom was a spider, what kind she didn’t know.
She heard Helena say what some would deem ‘weird things’, Renva however knew her Valaryian history. She knew about dragon dreamers and she had a high speculation that Helena was one. In front of Helena on the floor sat her own twins, both with white hair. Renva could only tell them apart by the outfits they wore. Jaehaerys in boys attire and Jaehaera in a dress that Renva swore could fit a doll.
“Hello Princesses.” Renva gave a slight bow. Walking over to the last open seat which was next to Helena, Renva picked up a loom for herself. She wanted to make a pattern for Cregan, to show how grateful she was for him coming to her aid. First however she had to practice before she attempted to put it on clothing. “Hello Renva, I take it your father has left?” Helena spoke softly to her. She knew Helena didn’t mean it in a mean way, the girl had not one bad bone in her body. “Yes, they departed right before I came here. It saddens me to see them go but I know that I will be in good hands here.” It seemed that all Renva was capable of doing was lying through her teeth. She did not feel safe here without her family.
“Time will pass swiftly, Renva. I just know it.” Baela spoke kindly to Renva, Rhaena hearing her sisters words gave a smile to the lone girl. The girls then plunged into silence, each girl focusing on their own embroidery loom, the only noise being from the two children who were playing with one another. The first to leave was Rhaena, having finished her pattern she informed her sister that their father was planning a lesson for them to practice their High Valyrian. Rhaena excused herself, Renva gave her a small smile. If she were to be here by herself she would try to make as many allies as she could.
Baela was next to leave, along with the nannies and the young twins. Helena noted it was their nap time and asked them to be brought to their chamber to sleep. Leaving just Renva and Helena, Renva was mid-stitch when the door burst open, scaring her and making her poke her finger. Quickly putting her finger in her mouth to stop the bleeding she glanced at the door to see who the intruder was.
Prince Aemond stood at the door, his hair tied half back to stay out of his face.
“Excuse my intrusion, I thought Princess Helena to be alone, I saw Prince Daemon's daughters in the Library.” Aemond said in his usual monotone voice. Renva made eye contact with him, “I can leave if you need to talk in private. It's not a big deal.” Renva said as she stood to get up and put her loom away. “That won’t be necessary, Aemond normally comes to visit me and my children after his training session. It seems however brother your session ran late, the twins are taking their naps.” Helena said, glancing back down at her loom.
“I shall leave you too then.” Aemond turned to walk away as he and Renva heard a gasp and the sound of a loom dropping to the floor. Turning to Helena they saw her in a daze, Aemond rushed to his sisters and grabbed her face in his hands. “Helena, you must snap out of it. Helena!” His voice grew with concern for his sister. However her attention did not waver. She looked towards Renva who stood still not knowing what to do. “The whispers will come, and with them the choice of black or white. Both will lead to darkness, neither to light. The lone wolf will decide the fate of the pack.” Helena spoke before slumping against her brother's arms.
