∘₊✧──────✧₊∘ 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

War takes and steals many things. It destroys families, builds dynasties on blood. You knew that best.

You should have gone to the Baratheons instead of Lucerys; after all, you were twin sister of Jace. He and you were Lucerys’ older brother and sister. If you should go, your little brother would still be alive.

That if was the only thing that haunted you every day.

So when your mother Rhaenyra asked if you could go North to be completely sure of the Starks’ trustworthiness, you had quickly agreed. Now you were coming to the end of the second week in the north.

Cregan had found you in the forest, carving a piece of wood.