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“Welcome to Winterfell” she kept her tone low and welcoming, not at all making it obvious that she was distrustful of the woman before her. Sansa wasn’t entirely sure what had been promised by Jon, but she knew she  had to ensure that her people felt protected, and not everyone trusted Targaryens, after all northerners had not fared well with them in the past. 

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“I tried to sop it, but I was powerless...”

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She deserved to know the secret that perhaps only he, Ned Stark, and Howland Reed were privy to. She had a still living nephew. “As I’m certain you recall, Rhaegar took Lyanna Stark, though I should say, she did go willingly.” In the beginning, she was less inclined to stay once she heard what had happened, what she and Rhaegar had started, but at that point? Well, at that point, her stomach was already swelling with child, and she couldn’t leave until she had that child, Rhaegar’s third head of the dragon. “Though, no, perhaps I should start earlier. How much did Rhaegar tell you of his prophecy? The one he was...interested...” obssessed with “...in?” 

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@flamedwarrior liked this for a starter from Arya

“Do you need something?” she asked as she turned her attention to the person who was approaching her. She’d been looking out from the battlements, watching everyone prepare for the war to come. It seemed like there was always some sort of war to be fought, things had only gotten exponentially worse since her return to Westeros, and it made her wonder if it would ever end. 

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The rumors ran rampant about Targaryens these days. Daenerys Targaryen birthed three dragons and intended to ride them to Westeros to take back the throne. Viserys Targaryen died, as mad as his father. Aemiella Targaryen was shaping up to be Visenya the Warrior Queen come again. Aegon Targaryen was alive, smuggled out of Dorne and plotting his family’s return to power. Arthur didn’t know what to believe.

The obvious first. Aegon Targaryen was dead, and the rumored Prince a pretender. If Arthur knew one thing about Elia Martell, it’s that she would have protected Rhaenys and Aegon both.  

Second, Viserys...he could believe it. The boy hadn’t shown much madness as a child, but pushed into exile at so young with only his sisters left alive? He could see how madness could come. 

Third, dragons, real life dragons, were almost too good to believe. Daenerys was just a babe the last he heard of her, so he couldn’t say the truth of this either way. 

Finally, Aemiella as good as Visenya, the Warrior Queen? Oh, he could believe it. She showed much promise, even as a young girl all those years ago. And if she had to protect her siblings, he could imagine a sword would be very handy in doing so.

Yet, the only way to validate the truth of any of these rumors was to do something he should have done long ago. Search out the last of the Targaryens. And, so he does. 

It’s Aemeilla he meets first, and gods, is that really her? Is that really the giggling young girl he’d known all those years ago? Is it not Rhaella? Is it not Rhaegar in female form? It was like seeing a ghost, yet he couldn’t deny his happiness at the fact that this ghost, at least, still lived.

“Princess Aemeilla, it has been a very long time.” 

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It took every single ounce of restraint within Finn not to roll his eyes as he stood before his father. Finn and his king father had been locked in an argument with one another, which was not a new thing for them, but why they had been arguing was a reason that had not come up before. Aside from himself, his sisters Jocasta and Myrcella, and brothers Joffrey and Tommen, there was another who was under his mother and father’s care; it was more like she was a prisoner of his father’s for something she had nothing to do with. His father’s ward, as she was called, Aemiella was a Targaryen -- not just any Targaryen, but the eldest daughter of the Mad King Aerys his father secured the Iron Throne from. After personally killing her eldest brother, Rhaegar, in combat at the Trident and seeing to the rest of her family shattered, his father had decided to take Aemiella as a hostage for whatever reason he thought valid to himself. Finn never understood why Robert decided it was something to do, but there were many things he didn’t understand about the world being as young as he was.

The eldest Baratheon son had been arguing with his father after King Robert had found Finn having a moment alone with Aemiella. King Robert didn’t like seeing his son spend time with the dragonspawn, as he liked to call her and anyone of clear Valyrian descent, and he made this very clear during their exchange. And Finn made it very clear that he didn’t care what his father didn’t like about him spending time with Aemiella. Finn liked having Aemiella around; she was always nice to him and he felt like she understood him better than anyone in the Red Keep, and there were other reasons why he was drawn to her -- but couldn’t figure them out for some reason.

“Aemiella is a good person! She has always been kind to me, even though I am the son of her captor!” Finn hurled at Robert. “She’s not evil like you try to paint her and her family out to be!” 

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@flamedwarrior liked for a starter with Rhaegar

“Sweet sister, may I have a dance?” Rhaegar smiled as he bowed to her, it wasn’t often that he wasn’t was his wife these days, but with Elia now great with child, she tired easily and had retired.

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“Aunt Aemiella, will you tell me a story please?”