Authors note: If I write in italics, it's her speaking in her own mind. If I write in italics and underline then it's someone else speaking in her mind.

Season 1 - Episode 1

Part One

     My eyes watch the snow fall around me, as my mare gently walks along the Kings Road heading to Winterfell. It has taken almost three moons to get here thanks to Cersei, my bitch of a stepmother. All because her precious Joffrey can't handle the snow. I cut my eyes over to the blonde haired twat that pompously sits atop his mare, fixing his clothes. He is tall and muscular, with golden hair and cruel viridian eyes. If he wasn't such a dick, he'd be handsome. As if reading my mind, Joffrey turns back and sneers at me.

     I sigh and catch my twins eye, he smirks before twitching his fingers and making the snow pick up around Joffrey. Little bastard deserves more. I giggle at my twin and reply he deserves to be sent to the wall. He nods in agreement as Joffrey squeals like a child and tries to brush off the snow along his shoulders "mother! How am I supposed to look presentable for my future wife if this damn snow keeps falling on me!" Cersei coos from her cart behind us. I roll my eyes and bite back "maybe you should ride with the children and women then Joff."

    Myrcella, his twin sister, snickers beside me as her horse stays in between Rhae and I. Cersei yells something behind me but I ignore her, focusing on her son. Joffrey narrows his eyes at us before huffing and pressing his heel into his mare, taking off to trot beside father, who barely even looks at him. "Gods, he's such a twat" I hiss. Rhaegar and Myrcella both chuckle, as we approach the gates to Winterfell. "You should watch your back with him and the Queen, Princess" a deep voice cuts through the air. I turn to Sandor, my personal guard and best friend. "And as I've told you a million times, Sandor, I'm not afraid of those two idiots. And how many times have I told you to call me Nyra? Or at least Rhaenyra?" I ask with a brow raised and a hand on my hip. Sandor raises his hands in mock surrender "I guess you'll have to tell me one more time, Princess."

    I gently smack his arm and giggle, enjoying the light hearted banter between us. His eyes shoot towards Rhaegar and he lifts a brow "and don't think I didn't see what you did either mister. You should be more careful, especially here in Winterfell. They are wary around magik.. and Targaryens." My face falls into my royal mask and I nod in agreement. Rhaegar and Myrcella do the same as the gates open for us. My eyes rake over the large rock castle and small community surrounding it. People bustled about their day-to-day lives, barely even noticing the royal envoy taking over their castle. Our horses come to a stop in front of the Stark's. I nudge Rhaegar and Myrcella, nodding to Joffrey who stares intently at a red headed young lady.

   They both shake their heads as the young girl looks anywhere but Joffrey. He glares at her before turning his sights on the blonde. Father gets off his horse and approaches the Stark's. "You've gotten fat" dad states. I look between the two and burst out laughing, drawing attention to myself. "Got something to say darling daughter?" He asks me with a smirk. A wide grin pulls at my lips and I look between father and Ned. "Well father, considering you look to be birthing twins, I'd say Lord Stark is the lighter one." The whole courtyard is silent until Rheagar, Myrcella, Father, and I begin to laugh. With that, Ned nervously begins to join in and so do the others. I slip form my horse easily and hand my reigns over to Sandor. "Thanks San, I'll be back later to train. That ok?"

    Sandor nods his head before helping Myrcella down, then taking our horses to the barn. Myrcella has her beautiful blonde hair swept back into two braids that form a crown on her head. Little flowers and jewels strung in it from my personal hair accessory stash. She has on a long blue dress that has matching gems along the bottom and accents of gold that match her hair. I pull her black cloak around her shoulders and tie it tight, doing the same with Rhaegar. I pull my own black cloak around my shoulders, hiding the long black and gold laced dress beneath it, that trails along in the snow. My hair is loose and wild, the curls twisting down to my butt. My crown sits perfectly atop my head and I hike my chin up, locking in my royal mask. Tommen barrels from the cart with his mother and jumps into my awaiting arms.

Myrcella's outfit

Rhaenyra's outfit

      Even though Tommen is one and three, he's still small so I hold him on my hip. Father waves his hand, signaling us to come to him "and here are my children Rhaenyra, Rhaegar, Tommen, and Myrcella." I take both Rhaegar and Myrcella's hands in mine while still holding Tommen, then approach him. Cersei scoffs in the background and he waves towards her and Joffrey "and my wife and her son. Cersei and Joffrey." Father abruptly turns back to us, further angering Cersei. This is the best day of my life. Agreed. I've never seen Cersei so angry. Rhaegar and I make eye contact and suppress laugh as Ned and Elia both bow before us, ignoring the Queen and her son.

   I nod my head and they both stand back up. "It's so nice to see you both again, how have you been?" I ask politely. Elia's smile broadens and she gestures to the nine children beside them "as you can see, we've been rather preoccupied with our little army." I let out a giggle as father begins going down the line of kids. "You must be Robb! Look an awful lot like your mother.." he mutters, patting him on the back. He has auburn curls with striking blue eyes and a chiseled chin. He is taller than me but not by much. Robb barely looks at me before his eyes focus on Rhae. He smirks and I roll my eyes, not interested in the curly haired boy anyways.

   Rhaegar looks back at Robb and they both suck in a breath. I eye him curiously but he shakes me off, eyes darting back to Robb every few seconds. Next in line is the redhead that looked uncomfortable with Joffrey's stare. She has bright orange locks that look like the dying sun and soft blue eyes. She picks at her fingers as she bows before us. "Such a beautiful little lady, Sansa right?" She nods yes before her eyes dart to mine and as soon as my eyes meet hers, everything clicks into place. We both gasp and take a step back. Now I know what happened to you. Bingo. Father eyes us both before yanking my left hand towards himself. The once black letters, SAS, are now golden. He tugs Rheagar's hand too and sees RES in gold as well. Father's belly starts to jiggle as he laughs loudly. He pulls up both of our hands and yells "we have some weddings to celebrate!"

    The crowd claps and celebrates, not caring who we wed as in their eyes, we're gods just because of our lineage. Well, most do. The northerners are very obviously wary of us and look indifferent to the marriage proposal. While Both Ned and Elia turn pale, before whispering to each other. Father pulls us along to the next teens in line. Aegon and Rhaenys Martell-Stark, formerly Targaryen. They both have white blonde hair and chocolate brown eyes. I nod at Aegon and Rhaenys, who hold hands. I hear a gasp to my right and turn towards Rhae. He not only found his soulmate Aegon but his twin Rhaenys too. Father chuckles with delight and looks at the new golden initials on Rhaegar's wrist, RST and AHT on now a shiny gold.

     Father moves us onto the next teens, even as my eyes trail back to Sansa. She's so beautiful. The next two are definitely twins as well. They both have dark hair, fair skin, and steel blue eyes. They're almost identical minus the height. The boy towers over me and is easily over 6' tall while the girl is slightly shorter than I am at 5'9". My eyes connect with the boy as I shake his hand as he presses a soft kiss upon it and I gasp. Another soulmate? I look over to Rhaegar and realize he too is in the same boat as I. What. The. Actual. Fuck. All my soulmates seem to have been hiding up north. I nod echoing Rhaegar's words in my own mind. Father just grins wider "well Jon and Jocasta, looks like you'll be marrying soon too!"

   My cheeks burn with embarrassment but my heart feels fuller than it has in a while. No. You barely know them. And you're to be Queen, love doesn't matter if you are going to return the throne to its former glory. I block out my mind and my twin, as the inner turmoil has already begun. I nod at Jon before continuing down the line, hearing Joffrey complain about 'not having anyone left for him'. I have to physically stop myself from snarling something nasty at the brat and focus all my attention into the next children. "Arya and Bran, both little warriors!" Dad exclaims and I nod in agreement. Tommen asks to get down and shakes the hands of the two kids. They both have dark brown hair with dark eyes and mischievous looks. Then the last in line, a small boy with dark hair and light eyes "Rickon! Aren't you a little knight already!" Father pats his back and the little boy squeals with delight.

   Father then turns away from the kids, his face turning stoney "take us to your crips Ned." Cersei and Joffrey burst through the crowd with Jaime behind them. "My love, can't the dead wait? We've been traveling for moons" Cersei complains in a sickly sweet tone. I don't hold back the glare that slices through the crowd and towards her. She tenses and slightly steps back towards Jaime. "I think our mother is more important than your rest Cersei, wouldn't you agree?" I hiss. Her face turns red and father clasps a hand on my shoulder. "My heir, isn't she lovely?" He gloats with a laugh. Ned smiles down at me and nods in agreement. Elia approaches Cersei, trying to be a good hostess but frowns when she walks right last her.

   Myrcella stays behind with Tommen to find her room and settle in as we walk the steps down into the crips. It's cold, damp, and creepy down here. The walls are all dirt with the occasional lantern strung up and cobwebs adorn everything. Stone headers sit in front of holes in the walls that are filled with tombs. My stomach churns as we approach the last stone, one of a beautiful young woman who has a winter rose in her hand. I lift my hand and gently trace the cold stone, willing my mind to remember her face or voice. Anything other than the wails of her death that plague my mind like a leech, forever sucking the life from me. The images of my mother, gurgling in her own blood and screaming at us to run, fill my head. A gloved hand rests on my shoulder, taking me out of my mind and I smile back to Rhaegar.

    I look to our father, tears stain his cheeks and I rest my head on his shoulder. "I miss her daddy. I miss her so much and what hurts the most is, I can't remember her laugh or-or her voice when she sang us to sleep. I'm forgetting her" I rasp, tears threatening to spill down my face. Father pulls me close and sighs "I know baby. I do too but there's always a piece of her in you guys." He brings Rhaegar into the hug as Ned drifts back to the opening of the crips to give us privacy. "But every time I look at you two, I see her. You two keep her memory living on through yourselves" he gruffs. We silently hold onto each other for who knows how long, before drying our tears and stepping back towards Ned. Father barrels ahead, drying his tears and smiles at Ned.

"So let's talk about marriage!"

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