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THE DRAGON OF THE NORTH

Chapter 3: Beginning of War

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Pairing: °❆⋆Bran Stark x Targaryen OC .ೃ࿔*:･

CW: fem!oc, mostly fluff, and mentions of murder.꙳·❅°*˖

Rating: Mature audiences - The mature moments will happen later on. In the beginning, it will mostly just be cute fluff.⋆⁺₊❅.

(a/n) helloooo, sooo I recently decided to make a Wattpad account and I’ll also be posting the story on there hehe. So if you don’t like all of the cutesy symbols and the aesthetic on here, you can also read the story on Wattpad without all that stuff :) also I’m making minor changes to the previous chapters so uhhh don’t mind me lol

One night, Rhaella and Lady Stark were with Bran, by his side. It's been a month since she woke up.

Now, they had to wait for Bran's turn to awaken.

He's not dead, I know it, she always told herself.

Rhaella read aloud a book about the history of Winterfell as Lady Stark was making a protective craft. She said that only a mother could make one.

Robb decided to stay to look after his mother. She never once left Bran's side. To the point where Rickon was following Robb around. Robb walked in complaining about it, until he noticed something wrong outside.

"Is there something wrong?" Rhaella asked.

"Both of you stay in here," he said. He quickly ran out of the chamber, leaving them confused. They both rose up from their chairs to look out the window. There was a lot of commotion going on out there. The door opened, making them turn around swiftly. A man they've never seen before.

"You're not supposed to be here," the man said.

"None of you are supposed to be here." They both looked at each other wondering what he meant.

He turned to Bran, "it's mercy for him, really." He drew out his dagger.

"NO!" They both yelled.

Lady Stark ran to the man, preventing him from getting any closer to her son as Rhaella jumped on the bed, throwing herself on Bran. She grabbed the blade, squeezing it so hard that her hands were bleeding.

Rhaella, not knowing what to do, could only think to herself. She didn't know what came over her to use herself as a shield. In truth, they haven't known each other for that long, but he was the closest thing to family, they all were. No, this won't be the day he dies. It can't be. I won't let him, even if it kills me! That led herself to ask the question, would he have done the same for me?

The man threw her off of him and made his way to the bed.

"No!" Rhaella shouted. "Leave us alone!"

Before the man could stab her, Bran's dire wolf bolted in the room, quickly biting at the man's hand. They watched in awe and horror as the wolf dug its teeth into his neck, killing him instantly.

"Thank you," Rhaella whispered to the wolf. He let out a little whine and laid down. At that moment, they knew Bran would be protected, especially now that Summer was huge.

The next day, Rhaella showed Lady Stark where they both fell. They entered inside and went to the top floor. There wasn't really anything in the room. Just a lot of moss, vines, and leaves growing in there. "I found something," Lady Stark said. She showed Rhaella a long strand of golden, blonde hair. Rhaella gasped, remembering the day the king arrived and the feast. The Queen. Her hair was that color. But why would she be in here? And who was she with? "We have to tell Robb," Rhaella said.

They called for a meeting with Robb, Theon, Maester Luwin, and Ser Rodrick in the godswood.

"Pushed?" Robb asked them. "Are you certain?"

"Bran never falls." Theon added.

"We found a strand of blonde hair in that tower," Lady Stark said. "Bran must of saw something he wasn't supposed to see."

"Which led him to get pushed." Luwin said, putting the pieces together.

"What should we do my lady?" Ser Rodrick asked.

"I'll ride to king's landing," she replied. "It had to have been the Lannisters. I must tell Ned."

"Are you sure you want to do this?" The maester asked her. She gave a nod.

"They think they can just hurt the people I love and get away with it?" Robb asked. "And then send an assassin? They will pay for this."

That made Rhaella blush. He loves me!

Lady Stark turned to Rhaella, "I need you to stay by Bran's side. To watch over him while I'm gone.

He's lucky to have a friend like you. I know this is scary, but I need you to stay strong for me." She gave her a kiss on her forehead.

"Yes, my lady," Rhaella said determinedly. "I will."

After she left Winterfell with Ser Rodrick, Rhaella did exactly what she asked her to do. She never left Bran's side. She was very concerned for Bran's health. Since he was in a coma, he couldn't eat properly, only honey and water. His body was growing more frail by the day. Nearly becoming just bones and skin. Rhaella prayed every single day for Bran to wake up, hoping one day any gods out there would hear her.

After feeding Bran one night, Maester Luwin said there was a gift for Rhaella. It was a fancy looking chest.

"It says it's from Majester Illyrio from Pentos," he told her. "Also, Lord Stark sent the both of you gifts." He placed Bran's gift at the side of his bed.

From what she could tell, it looked like a sword wrapped up. Then he gave her gift, it was small and wrapped up. She unwrapped it and smiled. It was a doll.

The doll was quite creepy, but she cherished the thoughtful gift anyway.

After Luwin left the room, she opened the chest.

She let out a small gasp, inspecting the gift. It was a dragon egg! Next to it was a letter, from Daenerys!

Dear Rhaella,

I hope you are doing well my sister. I'm afraid I have some news. I was married off in trade for a Dothraki army. His name is Khal Drogo, and he looks big and scary. We are about to leave with the Khalaasar. I didn't want to marry him, or anyone. I just want to go home. To finally see you! Sometimes when I get scared...I say that I am the blood of the dragon. Dragon's are fearless and brave which is what I should be. You are the only person in this world that brings me happiness. I hope you enjoy the gift I sent you.

Love, Daenerys.

Poor Daenerys, I guess we both have to be brave right now. More than ever.

"Look Bran, I have a dragon egg! Too bad Arya isn't here to see it." Rhaella told him. She liked talking to Bran while he slept. Deep down, it felt like he could hear her. "Bran, please wake up," she whispered, holding his motionless hand. "I need you."

A few tears fell from her eyes onto the furs of the bed. She hesitated at first, but then gave him a peck on the cheek before leaving. She reached for the door knob until she heard a groan. Startled, she turned back to the bed.

"Rhaella?" He asked weakly.

"Bran!" She shouted. She jumped onto the bed and gave him a big hug, "You're awake, finally awake!"

Rhaella told the others about the great news. She could tell Robb wanted to cry, but knowing him, he didn't, at least not in front of her. Rickon, of course, did.

"You shouldn't try walking," Maester Luwin told him. "At least, not yet. Your body is extremely weak and thin because of the coma. If you slept longer, you likely would have been dead."

"If Bran needs to go somewhere, what will he do?" Rhaella asked the Maester. "We will have Hodor carry him," he replied.

"I had a strange dream," Bran said, as he was eating some pigeon pie. "I was falling. Falling the whole time, without hitting the ground. There was a raven there too. It had three eyes. It told me 'fly or die.'"

"Don't think about it too much, it was only a dream child," Luwin said.

Rhaella wanted to tell them about her strange dream, but maybe the Maester was right. Perhaps it was only a dream.

— DAENERYS ೃ࿔*:･

"I hit him," Daenerys said, panicking. "I hit the dragon."

Dany couldn't take Viserys' tantrums anymore. He hurt one of her handmaidens, Doreah, because she told him Dany wanted him to come to supper. He took it as a command. He tried to strike Dany down, but something woke inside of her and she fought back.

"Your brother Rhaegar was the last dragon," Ser Jorah Mormont explained. He had met Dany during her wedding, where he swore his loyalty to House Targaryen. "Viserys is less than a shadow of a snake."

"He is still the true king," She reminded him.

"The Magister told the three of us that the common people were praying for his return."

"Three?" The man asked.

"Forgive me," she said. "It wasn't just me and my brother living with Illyrio, our cousin was there with us. My sister, Rhaella."

"I believe I never heard of her." Jorah admitted.

"She was good," Daenerys said with a smile. "A good, sweet, intelligent, and beautiful girl. She was the only thing that I cared about in this world." Her smile faded away, "and he sold her away from me."

"Where is she now?"

"In Winterfell, with the Starks. The people that betrayed my family."

"Forgive me Khalessi, but the Starks are an honorable house. Trust me when I say this, she is in good hands."

"I will get her back one day, I swear it." Daenerys said. "I pray everyday that she is okay, what do you pray for Ser Jorah?"

"Home."

"So do I," she said. I hope she received her gift and the letter.

— RHAELLA ೃ࿔*:･

Rhaella and Bran listened to Old Nan tell her crazy stories. A lot of them were quite strange and boring most of the time. Bran stroked the fur of his dire wolf. He decided to name him Summer. Summer grew so big that soon they would be able to ride on his back. What Rhaella loved about Summer was his beautiful features. He had fire-like brown eyes and fur on his back.

Bran's eleventh name day came and went quickly, but the boy was too depressed to celebrate. He said he'd rather die than be crippled for life, which broke Rhaella's heart. Soon after her eleventh name day passed, but all she requested for was lemon cakes to eat while by Bran's bedside.

Both of them could hear the shouts and screams of Rickon playing with Shaggydog and Greywind outside. "I want to be out there," Bran mumbled. His eyes stung. She could see in his eyes he wanted to cry.

"Would you like to hear a story about a knight?" Old Nan asked as she sowed. "Ser Duncan the Tall perhaps?"

"I don't want to listen to that," Bran said, his voice petulant. The topic of knights seemed to bother him. Rhaella didn't blame his bitterness. The one thing he ever wanted was taken away from him. "Yeah, you already told Ser Duncan's stories many times," Rhaella sighed.

She loved the adventures of Dunc and Egg, but she heard the story so many times, she thought she would pull her hair out.

"It's the scary ones I like." Bran said lowly.

"Oh, my sweet summer child," Old Nan said quietly, "what do you know of fear? Fear is for the winter, my little lord, when the snows fall a hundred feet deep and the ice wind comes howling out of the north. Fear is for the long night, when the sun hides its face for years at a time, and little children are born and live and die all in darkness while the direwolves grow gaunt and hungry, and the white walkers move through the woods."

The children were deeply invested in the story. It was something Rhaella never heard about before, true or not, it intrigued her.

They continued to listen until Theon opened the door, making them snap out of the trance and jump.

"I don't wish to see anyone!" Bran said, coldly.

"I'm afraid you don't have a choice," Theon said.

"Lord Tyrion wants to see you. Hodor!" The tall giant waltzed in the room, "Hodor?"

"Take Bran to the Great Hall," he commanded.

Hodor did as he said, picking Bran up and left the room. Theon and Rhaella followed behind.

"What does he want from Bran?" She asked the Greyjoy. "I'm not sure, he wanted to see you too."

Once we walked in, she could hear Lord Tyrion say, "so it's true . . ."

Hodor stood before Tyrion with Bran in his arms.

"Hello Bran," he said to the child. He turned his attention to Rhaella, "and hello to you too, Rhaella. Do either of you remember what happened?"

"They barely have any memory of what happened before the accident," Luwin answered for them as he sat at the main table with Robb. With Lord Stark gone, Robb had to take on the role as Lord of Winterfell.

"That's unfortunate," the Lannister said.

"Why are you here?" Robb asked.

"Would you be as kind to ask your charming companion to neil? I'm afraid my neck is starting to hurt," Tyrion asked Bran. He was different from his siblings. He was an "imp" Arya said. He was as tall as Rhaella, and can't grow anymore than that. Hodor obeyed Bran's request to neil.

"Do the both of you like to ride?" He asked them.

Both of the children answered yes. Bran added,

"well, I did like to." Luwin wasn't sure if Bran could ever walk again, but he said they still needed to give Bran more time to heal.

"Lucky for you, I have brought the finest horses for you and blueprints of a special saddle that can even let cripples ride," he told him. "I'm not a cripple." Bran said. "I'm not sure yet."

"Well in case you are, the saddle will still work perfectly for you." Tyrion gave Bran the blueprints of the saddle. It made Rhaella feel warm inside to see Bran's eyes light up as he looked at the paper.

"And for you," Tyrion said, turning to her. " have something else as well. I'm afraid it's not blueprints, but I assure you that you will love it."

Rhaella's eyes brightened up as Tyrion opened a small case. Inside of it was a beautiful golden ring with the Targaryen sigil on it. "I found this where we have the Targaryen artifacts kept. I thought you should have it," he explained. "It is believed to be one of the many jewelry that Daemon Targaryen gave his niece, Rhaenerya."

"Wow," Rhaella exclaimed. "Thank you . . ."

"Is this some kind of trick?" Robb asked, confused and defensive.

"I have a special place in my heart for cripples, bastards, and broken things," Tyrion replied, smiling at the children. They both gave a smile back.

"You have done them a kindness," Robb said.

"Winterfell is welcomed to you."

"No need for the false loyalties, Stark," Tyrion said. "For I will be leaving shortly."

Before he could ride off, Rhaella ran outside to the courtyard. He noticed her approaching him, "ah, it's you again. I had the both of your horses placed in the stables. May the gods bless the both of you."

"I . . .I thought your family hated me," Rhaella admitted. "You are a kind person, I thank you again."

Tyrion smiled, "I am not like my family, unlike them, I have a heart. Take this as advice, young girl. As someone who is not only Targaryen, but a foreigner as well, you will face hardships. Take what makes you different, and be proud of it. That way, no one can bring you down."

Rhaella nodded and watched as he rode off with his men. She went over to the stables to see the horses. Her horse had a beautiful white coat with wavy mane so light, it almost looks white instead of blonde. Bran's horse was a beautiful jet black color with black mane. They complimented each other beautifully, like the stars and the night sky.

Bran spent the rest of the morning getting sigil lessons with Maester Luwin. Rhaella practiced her archery with Theon Greyjoy while she waited for the lessons to be over. Lord Tyrion’s gift lifted Bran’s spirits, but only ever so slightly. He was always a cheerful boy, a sweet Summer child. Now, he was as cold as winter.

Afterwards, Rhaella and Bran spent the afternoon sitting in the godswood under the weirwood tree. He laid on the ground, resting his head on Rhaella's thigh as she read the history book. "Arya would be furious if she found out we finished the Dance of the Dragons," Rhae chuckled.

"Maybe she should have stayed with us." Bran said, bitterly.

She continued to read, "when Rhaenerya's last alive son was crowned king, the small folk came up with many names. Aegon the Unlucky, Aegon the Unhappy, or Dragonbane. Grand Maester Munkun called him the Broken King."

"Aegon the Broken," Bran said. He sighed. "Bran the Broken."

Rhaella slammed the book shut. "You are not broken, Bran!"

"What do you call a boy who can barely walk properly anymore? Broken, that's what." He said coldly. "Now, I can't even be a knight at all! That's all I ever wanted . . ."

"Well, then," Rhaella said, standing back up. "I guess I'll just have to help you walk better again!"

"What do you mean?" He asked cocking his head.

"How about this, everyday, we come here and practice your walking," she said. "Maester Luwin did say you can walk, just not as much as you used to."

"You'd really help me?" He asked. She was shocked he would even ask that.

"Of course!" She said taking his hand to help him up. "Not only are you my betrothed, you are my dearest friend. All I could ever want is for you to be happy." She wrapped his arm around her shoulder, "I'd also like for my egg to hatch, so one day we can fly on dragon back and eat nothing but desserts!"

"I'm glad that we met." He smiled. She smiled back at the Stark boy, "so am I."

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THE DRAGON OF THE NORTH

Chapter 2: Winter is Coming

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Pairing: °❆⋆Bran Stark x Targaryen OC .ೃ࿔*:･

CW: fem!oc, mostly fluff, and mentions of murder.꙳·❅°*˖

Rating: Mature audiences - The mature moments will happen later on. In the beginning, it will mostly just be cute fluff.⋆⁺₊❅.

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Once the Stark boys came back, Bran said he wanted to show Rhaella something. He took her to the kitchens to show her. To her surprise, there were puppies! “Oh my gosh!” She gushed. “Bran, they are adorable!” He picked one up saying, “This one is mine! I haven’t decided on a name yet. They’re direwolf pups! There’s enough for all of the Stark children, even Jon!”

He handed the little pup to Rhaella. “I’m sorry I couldn’t get you one. Maybe, we can share mine!”

The pup licked her cheek. “I’d like that!” She giggled. She turned to Arya. “Did you name yours?”

“Sure did!” She said. “Her name is Nymeria!”

Sansa scoffed. “The name of mine will be Lady. She’s going to be well behaved and good like me.”

Arya rolled her eyes.

Robb lifted up his pup, examining it. “I think I’ll name mine Greywind.”

“That’s so cool,” Bran said, jealous.

Rickon played with his pup. “I’m going to name mine…Shaggydog!” Everyone thought that was an odd name, but didn’t say anything, fearing that they would hurt the boy’s feelings.

The preparations continued for the King’s arrival. During Rhaella’s free time, she liked exploring Winterfell and interacting with the people. Although it took a while for the people to warm up to her, she was eventually called Winterfell’s delight. She was quite similar to Bran. A loving and outgoing child.

In the courtyard, Bran was receiving history lessons from Maester Luwin. Rhaella and Arya were waiting on him to finish, doing each other’s hair. Rhaella liked teaching Arya how to braid. She looked over at Bran, who was already glancing over at her. They both waved at each other until Maester Luwin wacked Bran on the head. “You need to focus,” the Maester said. The girls laughed.

“I think he’s really starting to like you.” Arya said.

“Really?” Rhaella asked.

“Are you kidding? He’s always staring at you. And don’t tell him I told you this, but after the first dinner you had with us, he told me you were very pretty.”

That made Rhaella blush. Does he really like me? Arya could just be teasing. We both agreed to just be friends. I wonder if Robb thinks I’m cute? If only I were older I would’ve been married to him instead.

After Bran was done, he decided to go climbing the castle walls. Rhaella didn’t feel like going with him, so she stayed by Lady Catelyn’s side. Bran’s direwolf pup also followed her around. He was growing at a rapid speed. Lady Stark was quite stressed making sure everything was perfect. Especially since the Lannisters were coming.

“Brandon!” Lady Stark yelled, as they walked outside to the courtyard.

“I see the king!” He shouted. “He’s got thousands of people!”

“Get down here right now!”

Once he gracefully made his way down his mother said, “how many times must I tell you, no more climbing! Promise me!”

Bran looked down at his feet and then answered, “I promise mother.”

“I noticed something, you always look at your feet before you lie…”

Bran chuckled, not denying it.

“Go let Ned know the king is close.”

Bran took Rhaella’s hand and they took off with their direwolf chasing behind them.

The stark family stood in a line as everyone else stood behind them. Jon was to the left of me while Theon Greyjoy was to my right. The gates opened for the King to trot in with his horse. Following him was his king’s guard and a boy on horseback. That must be his son, the prince. The blonde haired boy smiled at Sansa, and she smiled back at him. One knight hopped off of his horse, and took off his helmet. He had to have been the most beautiful man Rhaella’s ever seen. He had long golden blonde hair with emerald green eyes. “Jaime Lannister, the Queen’s twin brother,” Arya said, before Sansa hushed her.

“I heard the prince was a royal prick,” Theon whispered. He, at a young age, was sent to Winterfell by his own father, Balon Greyjoy. He made the terrible mistake of crowning himself king of the iron islands and starting a war. After their loss, Theon was sent away to Winterfell to be Lord Stark’s ward. Theon always viewed himself as a prisoner.

Then, came in the carriage with the Queen inside. She exited out of the carriage, looking slightly annoyed.

“Where’s the imp?” Arya asked Sansa.

“Please, just shut up!” Sansa asked.

We all bowed before the king and Queen as they made their way to Lord Stark. The King said hello to every member of the family. He made eye contact with Rhaella. She stiffened, not knowing what to do. “My king,” she said, curtsying. He gave a simple nod, and went about his way into the crypts with Lord Stark.

“Wasn’t so bad, was it?” Jon said, messing with her hair. She let out a relieved sigh, “no, thank goodness.”

Lady Stark had Rhaella, Arya, and Sansa get ready for the feast together.

“The prince is so handsome…” Sansa said, blushing. “I can’t believe the king wants me to marry him! Can we marry now or do we have to wait?”

Her mother stopped brushing her hair, “gods Sansa, your father hasn’t even made a decision yet!”

She turned to her, “please tell him to say yes! It’s all I could ever want!”

Lady Stark nodded, “we’ll see.”

Arya rolled her eyes, “not everything is about boys.”

Rhaella finally finished making her dress. The dress was a delicate light blue with a beautiful dragon embroidered on the neckline.

“That looks amazing!” Arya said.

“Thanks, learned from the best,” Rhaella replied smiling at Sansa.

“I suck at making my dresses…” Arya said.

“You still look very beautiful,” Lady Stark said. “You all do.”

Rhaella made her way to the Great Hall for the feast. She had to sit with Jon and the stable boys. “I like the dress,” Jon said. “Made it yourself?”

Rhaella nodded with a smile. Jon’s wolf, Ghost, laid his head on Rhaella’s lap.

“I guess Ghost likes it too,” Jon laughed.

“Do you boy?” She asked the white direwolf as it wagged its tail. Ghost was the runt of the litter and albino with red eyes. Jon named him ghost because he barely makes a sound.

Everyone watched as the Stark family entered the great hall one by one after the King and Queen. A few of them walked in with the King’s children. Robb with Princess Marcella, Sansa with Prince Joffrey, and Arya with Prince Tommen. The feast finally began.

Rhaella noticed Queen Cersei looking at her. Lady Catelyn gave a little nod, hinting her to come over. Rhaella took a deep breath and made her way over. Once she was before them, she curtsied. “My Queen, my Lady,” Rhaella said.

“Why aren’t you a precious thing?” The Queen asked. “Rhaella, isn’t it? Surely, a beautiful thing like you shouldn’t be hiding in the North, where it’s cold.”

“T-Thank you, my Queen! You look very beautiful yourself.” Rhaella smiled. The Queen had long gorgeous golden blonde hair and emerald green eyes. She truly was a sight to see.

“And your smile, like the sun entered the room and exploded,” the Queen added. “You’re free to go, and would you be a dear and tell Sansa to come over?”

Rhaella didn’t know how to feel about the last compliment, but curtsied again before walking away. Sansa was sitting with her friend Jeyne Poole, giggling and whispering. “Sansa,” Rhaella said. “The Queen wants to speak with you!” Sansa’s eyes lit up with joy, “Really, she wants me?” She quickly got up from her seat and walked over to them. Rhaella sat back down with Jon. “What did she want?” He asked, lifting his eyebrow. “Nothing really,” Rhaella replied. “Nothing bad, thank goodness.”

As everyone ate their food, Rhaella looked up at Arya. She had a mischievous look on her face. What will she do? She scooped a piece of pigeon pie, and aimed it at Sansa. She flicked the pie at her, hitting her cheek.

“Arya!” She shrieked. “She always does this!”

Robb picked Arya up and took her to her bed camber as the whole room laughed.

The musicians started to play their music, inviting everyone to the dance floor. I’d like to dance a little, but who would ask me?

୭ ₊ Bran ˚.

Bran watched as men brought their lady partners to the floor to dance. He felt a hand rest on his shoulder. “You should ask Rhaella to dance,” Robb said. “I think it would make her very happy.”

“She is your betrothed after all,” Theon added, teasing Bran.

Bran’s cheeks went red, “s-stop teasing me! What if she says no?”

“Believe me, she wouldn’t,” Robb said. “Besides, you should never be afraid of rejection.”

Easy for you to say, all the girls love you, even her…

Bran nodded and got up from his seat. He walked over to Rhaella, offering his hand, “Gaomagon jaelā naejot lilagon lēda nyke?”

She smiled and nodded, “Kessa!”

They both made their way to the dance floor, and began to mimic the moves of the pairs. “The dancing lessons really paid off,” she said. Bran agreed, “yeah! We’re doing good!”

The two of them continued to dance. “Bran, I think everyone is watching us!” She whispered. He glanced around the room. She was right, everybody was watching, even the king. “Don’t worry about them, just focus on me,” he told her. Everybody began to cheer for them, including the other Starks.

“That’s my brother!” Robb yelled.

That’s so embarrassing…

Rhaella laughed, making Bran blush.

୭ ₊ Rhaella ˚.

Once the song was over, Rhaella and Bran went back to their seats. Where’s Jon? She hopped off her seat and searched for him. She walked outside to find him training with his sword. “There you are,” Rhaella said. “You missed me and Bran dancing!”

“Don’t worry, I saw you two before I left outside. You both did great.” He said.

“I wish you could have danced with us.” She admitted.

They both heard another song playing from inside. Jon placed down his sword, and offered his hand, “well then, my lady, may I have this dance,” he asked, in a silly voice. Rhaella laughed and accepted. They both danced until the song was over. Rhaella and Bran went to Arya’s bed chamber to read another Targaryen story before going to bed. Arya set up a tent with her blanket so they could lay on their bellies on the floor. “We didn’t finish the dance of the dragons!” Arya said. “We left off on the part where Prince Jacerys went to Winterfell.”

Rhaella began to read from the book, “well it says here that he met Lord Cregan Stark, who also lost his younger brother. Jacerys reminded him so much of his sibling that they formed a brotherhood and they made the—”

“The pact of Ice and Fire.” They heard a voice say. All of a sudden, the blanket was yanked from above making the children scream. “It’s just me,” Lord Stark said. “All of you should be sleeping you know.”

“After this part of the story.” Bran said. “Please?”

Their father chuckled, “alright then, the pact was made between them to show the North’s support for the blacks during the dance. The Prince said once he’d have a daughter, she would marry Cregan’s son.”

“Did it happen?” Rhaella asked.

“No, the Prince died shortly after during a battle.” He answered.

Arya frowned, “so the pact was never fulfilled?”

“I’m afraid not,” he said messing with her hair. “That’s what war does, nothing but destruction and death. I despise it.”

“Imagine what it was like to have a war with that many dragons,” Bran said. “Maybe I don’t want to imagine it.”

Lord Stark agreed, “the poor dragons were the key ‘weapons’ in that war, nearly wiping all of them out.”

“And now they’re all gone.” Rhaella said.

“Perhaps they are,” he said. “Now, time for bed all of you.” Bran and Rhaella left the room and went to their own.

The next day, the girls had embroidery lessons with Princess Marcella. Nearly the whole time Sansa was giggling and whispering to her friends Jayne and Beth.

“What’s so funny?” Arya asked. “Tell me what y’all are giggling about!”

“The prince,” Sansa blushed. “He was very handsome at the feast. He even stared me.”

“I’m sure he also saw you get pigeon pied to the face,” Arya snickered. “Besides, Jon said he’s a spoiled brat.”

Sansa rolled her eyes, “Jon is just jealous that he is a bastard and not a prince!”

Arya and Rhaella gasped.

“Sansa, that’s so mean!” Rhaella said.

“It’s the truth,” Sansa said. “And I will be queen someday.”

Arya grabbed Rhaella’s hand, “let’s go see what Bran is up to!”

They made their way into the courtyard. They found the Stark and Baratheon boys together. Bran and Tommen were heavily padded with wooden swords.

They called for him and waved. “Good luck brother!” Arya yelled.

As the two boys were fighting, everyone could sense the tension between Robb and Prince Joffrey. They were smack talking each other the whole time. Their fight would certainly be interesting.

“I wish we could do that,” Arya sighed. “It would be fun!”

Rhaella agreed, “yeah, but alas, we are girls. Some books I’ve read said that outside of Westeros there are places where women are allowed to do anything men can.”

“I’d like to go there sometime.” She said.

“Same here.”

Tommen fell to the ground as Bran held his wooden sword at him. Wow, Bran would have made a great knight of the kingsguard, Rhaella said to herself. Then I showed up and ruined everything…

When it became dawn, the King and Lord Stark were leaving for a hunt with Robb and Theon following them. Bran and Rhaella watched as they trotted away on horseback. Lord Stark looked at them to wave goodbye. They smiled back and watched as the party left.

“My father will be hand of the king,” Bran said. “He’s leaving to King’s Landing tomorrow. He’s going to take us with him. Mother didn’t want me to go, but father thought that I could calm down the feud between Joffrey and Robb.”

“Did he mention me?” Rhaella asked. As scared as she was of the king, the Starks truly had become a family to her. She didn’t want to lose them.

“I asked father, they are still making a decision.” He said. “I’m sure the king will say yes. You are my betrothed after all.”

Bored, Bran and Rhaella explored Winterfell’s castle. They visited the stables where Hodor, a large and tall man, attended to Bran’s pony. Hodor was truly a mystery. All he ever said was ‘Hodor.’ No one knows why.

“I’ll have to leave him behind,” Bran said as he looked at the pony. Rhaella turned to Bran and noticed water in his eyes. She held his hand, whispering, “hey, it’s going to be okay.”

Bran sniffed, “sorry, I shouldn’t be crying. Boys don’t cry.”

“Everyone cries, Bran,” she reminded him. “There’s no shame in that.” She knew he wouldn’t believe her, but it wouldn’t hurt to try comforting a friend.

“I don’t know if I’m ready to leave,” he admitted. “This is my home. My real home.”

There was that word again, ‘home.’

Where’s my home?

The stable boys noticed the Stark boy crying and began to snicker. “What a baby!” One of them laughed. “Shut up!” Rhaella shouted. “That ‘baby’ is more important than any of you will ever be!” She grabbed Bran’s hand and they both took off.

The two children grew bored again, thinking of what to do next.

Bran gave her a mischievous smirk, “you wanna go climbing?”

“Bran, your mother said no!” She reminded him. “And I don’t feel like climbing right now…I’ll just watch.”

His direwolf pup began to chew on his shoe. “Come on you!” He told the pup. They found an abandoned tower in the distance. Bran pointed at it, “I’m going to climb that one!” Once they got there, Bran started climbing. Never once had he ever fell from climbing. Never.

Once Bran made it to the window, he looked confused. Before Rhaella could ask if something was wrong, she saw Bran get dragged in by a hand. Without thinking, she began to climb herself up the tower. She was halfway there until Bran was pushed from the window. She swiftly grabbed his hand, “hang on.” She held on as much as she could. “We’re going to fall!” He shouted. Her fingers began to slip from the wall. “We’re going to be okay—” she started to say until her fingers completely slipped off the wall. They both held onto each other as their bodies hit the ground. Everything went black.

“Ser Ilyn, bring me his head!”

Confused, Rhaella woke up in a crowd of people. They were all shouting at someone. She turned to where they were all facing and gasped. It was Sansa, the Queen, and Joffrey with his kingsguard. Except, Joffrey wore the crown of the king. Is this Kingslanding? “No!” Sansa yelled. “Please don’t do this!” Lord Stark was being executed! Rhaella wanted to shout, but she couldn’t. No! The knight drew out his sword, and lifted it up. Rhaella turned away, covering her eyes, before seeing his head get sliced off. What is going on?

“Dany, please!” A voice begged in fear.

Viserys?

She removed her hands to investigate, only to be in a completely different spot. She was inside a tent with many men and women. She knew it wasn’t Westeros due to the majority of people having darker skin with unfamiliar accents. There Viserys was, on his knees as two other men restrained him from moving. “A crown of a king,” The tall man said. He held a pot of melted gold over Viserys’ head and poured it over him. He screamed in agony until he could no longer say anything. His head slammed to the ground. He was dead!

“He was no dragon.”

Rhaella turned back to see Dany. She showed no emotion whatsoever after what just happened.

“Fire cannot kill a dragon,” she said, staring at his lifeless body.

There was a loud screech from the sky, startling Rhaella. Once she looked up, she couldn’t believe what was there before her. It was a dragon! The scales of the creature was a beautiful deep shade of blue, with a lighter shade going down its neck and under its wings. The dragon opened its mouth, letting out blue flames at her.

Rhaella let out a small groan. Her vision, at first, was blurry. All she could hear was a gasp.

“Gods be good!” A familiar voice exclaimed.

“My…lady?” Rhaella asked.

“Yes, sweet girl. It’s me.” She said.

Rhaella tried to stand, but she was weak.

“No, you need your rest.” She said. Rhaella could tell Lady Stark was relieved, but not completely. Bran was still sleeping in a bed next to hers.

“How long has it been?” Rhaella asked.

“A couple of days.” She answered. “You were in a coma.”

Rhaella’s stomach let out a vicious growl. She didn’t realize how hungry she was.

“You poor thing, all we could give the both you was honey and water while you were sleeping,” Lady Stark explained. “I’ll have someone bring food from the kitchen.”

“I tried to not let go,” Rhaella explained. “I was holding onto his hand while gripping the wall with my other hand.”

“Do you remember anything else before that?” She asked.

“Well, all I remember was him falling from the tower. He could have been pushed, but I didn’t see…”

That made Lady Stark want to ask more questions, but Rhaella didn’t have a lot of answers. They all left. Lord Stark, Sansa, Arya, and Jon. Rhaella didn’t even have the chance to say goodbye. That made her sad. She wanted to cry, but refused to let any tears fall.

“Whoever did this to you will pay,” Lady Stark said coldly. “I promise you that.”

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THE DRAGON OF THE NORTH - MASTERLIST

(Bran Stark x Fem!Targaryen OC)

“ 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏 , 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝑶𝒍𝒅 𝑽𝒂𝒍𝒚𝒓𝒊𝒂 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒆 , 𝒊 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒏’𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒅 .”

⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ 𝑹𝑯𝑨𝑬𝑳𝑳𝑨 𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑮𝑨𝑹𝒀𝑬𝑵 ⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

Rhaella is the daughter of Mad King Aerys’ younger brother. Before the rebellion of Robert Baratheon, he fled to the Summer Isles, where he fell in love with a woman. He married her and they both consummated their marriage. Rhaella doesn’t know much about her parents, and always struggled with having a true home. One fateful day, her cousin Viserys sent her away to the Starks. Little did he know, that was the start of her journey of self-discovery.

“ 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒂 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒌 , 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝑴𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒆 , 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆’𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒅 . 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 .”

⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ 𝑩𝑹𝑨𝑵 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑲 ⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

Bran is the fourth child of Eddard Stark and Catelyn Tully. All he ever wanted was to become a knight. He always thought one day he would join the kingsguard. That was until the day he found out he was betrothed to Rhaella. He didn’t think much of it, still able to be a warrior…until the day he became broken. All he wants is to find a purpose now in his life.

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1, 2, 3, 4

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THE DRAGON OF THE NORTH

Chapter 1: A New Life

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(a/n) hello! I decided to restart my “Ice and Fire” fanfaction because I have so much more ideas for a better story :) even though it’s discontinued, if you would like to check it out here’s the masterlist! I hope you guys will enjoy this one 🤍 I’m working on the masterlist for this series right now!

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°❆⋆Bran Stark x Targaryen OC .ೃ࿔*:･ CW: fem!oc, betrothal (forced marriage), topics of abuse and racism, angst, a lot of fluff, smut (I’ll try lol), and murder.꙳·❅°*˖ Rating: Mature audiences - The mature moments will happen later on. In the beginning, it will mostly just be cute fluff.⋆⁺₊❅.

Why must the gods be so cruel to me? What could I have possibly done to deserve this life? To be sold off like a slave by my own flesh and blood…I’ll never forgive Viserys. Without Dany, I am alone. Without love. I want to go home. But…where do I belong? The summer isles? No, that can’t be my true home, I never had the chance to live there. Do I belong anywhere?

Daughter of the mad king’s younger brother. Rhaella never knew her mother. She died after giving birth in the Summer Isles, killed by assassins under the command of the new king, Robert Baratheon. When he found out Rhaella’s mother was pregnant, he wanted both of them dead. Rhaella was smuggled out of the isles and sent to her cousins, the last Targaryens.

“I know you’re upset,” Lord Eddard Stark said, placing his hand on top of hers.“But please, believe me when I say this. I will never let anyone harm you. You are under my protection now.”

Rhaella gave him a weak smile back. Rhaella, the same name as the Mad King’s sister and wife. Daenerys gave her the name. Viserys despised the idea of his mother’s name given to the likes of a foreign girl. Even though she was still a Targaryen, he only considered her half and not pure. She took after her mother, with more summer isle features. Her skin wasn’t pale, instead, a light amber and tan that would get even darker in the sun. She had long silver curly hair, unlike her cousins who had straight silver blonde hair. The thing Rhaella hated the most was her eyes. Instead of being a pretty violet color, she had dark purple eyes that almost looked black.

Rhaella looked away from the carriage window to make eye contact with Lord Stark, “My Lord?” She asked, “Why did you accept my cousin’s offer to take me?”

“Well, you see,” he explained, “The rebellion caused great loss for everyone. So many people, loved ones, dead. Especially your family, unfortunately. I’ll never forgive him for his order of murder. When the king found out 3 Targaryens were still out in the world, he wanted you all dead. I wanted to prove to him that even though Areys was mad, that doesn’t mean you all don’t deserve to live. By taking you in and marrying one of my sons, we can show him that you are not our enemies. It took him a while to be fully convinced, but he agreed to let you live.”

”But, my eldest cousin,” Rhaella said. “He…he wants to take the seven kingdoms. I’m not sure how, but that is his plan.”

”I highly doubt he is a true threat,” Lord Stark said.

”you’re right,” she admitted. “He can be a big coward at times.”

That comment made him chuckle.

He has a nice smile, very warm and welcoming. Even though he did come off as cold before.

“Will I have to marry now?” Rhaella asked.

“Oh gods no!” He chuckled, “you are far too young, my son as well.”

“Will he like me?”

“I believe so, you have nothing to worry about. Bran is a good kid. He will treat you right.”

Once they made it through the gates, the carriage stopped. Lord Stark exited first so he could get the door for Rhaella. He gently held her hand as she took her steps down. Once Rhaella looked up from the steps, she saw the Stark family before her. Not letting go of her hand, Lord Stark approached his family to introduce their special guest.

“This is Rhaella Targaryen. As you all know, she will be with us now. Treat her as you would treat each other. If anyone disrespects her, let me know.”

They all nodded. A very handsome older boy approached her, “Hello, my lady, I am Robb,” he told her, “I hope you enjoy Winterfell and welcome!” Before walking away, he kissed her hand. That made Rhaella blush, “T-Thank you.” He had blue eyes and dark auburn hair. It was so dark you could barely tell if it was red. He had to have been the most beautiful boy she’d ever seen.

An older girl walked up to her gracefully, “Hello,” she smiled, “my name is Sansa. I hope we can grow to be like sisters! Maybe even brush each other’s hair, make dresses together, and so much more!” Rhaella gave a slight smile back, “I would love that!” Then a girl, who looked not too older than her, approached saying, “My name is Arya! Don’t worry, we don’t have to do girly stuff together. There are other ways to have fun!”

Then, she met Rickon, the youngest in the family, and their mother Lady Stark. “Oh my goodness,” she exclaimed, “aren't you just a lovely thing? Such a beauty.” Rhaella blushed at the compliment, thanking her.

She must be lying to me. I mean, just look at me! The journey to Westeros was so long that hair became wild and poofy.

”You must be frightened,” Lady Stark said. “Trust me, I never favored the cold myself. I still don’t, but you grow to appreciate it.”

Rhaella couldn’t keep her eyes off Lady Catelyn Stark’s features. Like Robb and Sansa, she had long auburn hair and pretty blue eyes. Her gown was also blue, making her eyes stand out even more.

“Where is Bran?” Lord Stark asked his wife.

“I told that boy to stop climbing,” she explained. “Brandon!”

“Sorry mother!” A voice yelled from above, “I’m coming down!”

When Rhaella looked up, she examined him. He looked to be the same age as her. He had dark brown hair and eyes with freckles on his face. He approached her and bowed, “Welcome to Winterfell, I hope you will take a liking to it.” “Thank you,” she replied.

The atmosphere quickly grew awkward. The two children didn’t know what to say to each other.

Lady Stark took Rhaella’s hand, “You must be exhausted, here, come with me.” She guided Rhaella to her bed chamber and had the handmaidens start a bath. After the bath, she laid on her bed for a quick nap.

After waking up, the handmaidens helped her get into a gown for dinner. The dress was purple with roses embroidered across the neckline. Then, they helped her with her hair. They clearly did not know what they were doing. They aren’t used to doing curly hair like Rhaella’s, but they managed to make something of it. They brushed out her curls, putting them in a half-up-half-down style. The ponytail was braided and put into a bun. After the handmaidens left the room, she looked at herself in the mirror.

I don’t even look like myself anymore.

Tears began to fill her eyes, I just want to go home.

She bolted out of the room, not knowing where she was going. She ran outside the big castle but didn’t dare to leave outside the castle walls. She eventually found an area that stood out to her. The whole vibe was strange as if something or someone was watching her. It was nothing but an old forest with no snow. In the middle of it, was a pool and a tree. A tree she’d never seen before. The huge tree was white with red leaves and a face carved into it. She stared deeply into the tree’s eyes for a while.

Is it staring back at me?

She snapped out of it, shaking her head, and climbed up the tree to sit on a huge branch.

Without Daenerys, I am lost. She didn’t know how long she’d been crying in the tree for, but she didn’t care. Winterfell wasn’t her home.

“Rhaella?” She heard a voice ask.

When she looked up, she saw Bran with a concerned look on his face, “w-why are you crying?”

She wiped her tears. “Sorry, I just miss my sister…how did you know I’d be here?”

“I like to go to the godswood, and climb up this tree,” he said. “Whenever I like to be alone and think. I’m sorry you had to leave your sister.”

“Well, she isn’t my sister, not really,” she admitted, wiping her face. “We are actually cousins. We just call each other sisters.”

He sat next to her, “my family was worried about you. They thought you might have ran away.” He nervously chuckled. “I…I know that we are to be married one day. The idea of marriage scares me.”

She doesn’t respond, only looking down at her hands as she fidgets with them. “I have something for you,” Bran showed her a beautiful blue flower. “That was the reason I was climbing.” He told her. “I wanted to give you something as a gift. I was going to give it to you at the dinner table but here. If I hurt your feelings not being there to greet you, I’m so sorry.” Rhaella took the flower and sniffed it.

“It’s called the winter rose,” he continued. “A rare flower that can grow around the castle.”

“It’s so beautiful,” she smiled. “Thank you.”

”You know, just because we’re betrothed doesn’t mean we have to be in love right now or anything,” he said. “Let’s just be friends!”

”Yeah I’d like that!” She said.

”And just so you know,” he whispered. “I liked your hair better before. Your curly hair is much better.”

She laughed, “You and me both.”

”You’re laughing!”

”So?”

”This is your first time laughing here,” he said. “You have a nice smile.”

”Thanks, Bran,” she said. “You know, my eldest cousin ,Viserys, told me and Dany that you guys were evil monsters. But, you guys aren’t monstrous at all!”

Before Bran could respond, they both hear a voice from down below calling for Bran. An older boy who looked the same age as Robb. He was very handsome with black curls and dark eyes. “I found her Jon!” Bran shouted.

”Well, what are you sitting around for? They are all waiting for you two!” The two of them climbed down from the tree and walked with Jon.

“Forgive me, my name is Jon Snow,” he told Rhaella. “Welcome to Winterfell.”

”I never heard of the last name ‘snow’ before,” she confessed.

Bran began to explain, ”That last name actually means he’s a…well—”

”Bastard.” Jon said. His voice was cold and somber.

”I don’t know what that means,” Rhaella said. “But Viserys called me that sometimes, I assumed as an insult.”

”It means that my father, Lord Stark, had me with another woman. I wanted to meet you when you arrived, but Lady Stark thought it would be disrespectful.”

Rhaella couldn’t help but feel awful for him. There was something about Jon Snow that made him stand out. As if they had a connection. She wondered if Jon felt it too.

“You said that Viserys called us evil,” Bran said. “Then why did he want to send you away to us?”

“He hates me,” she answered. “He saw you guys as an opportunity to get rid of me…”

Once they all made it to the dining hall, all eyes were on Rhaella and Bran. “Well, aren’t you just beautiful?” Catelyn smiled. “Please, have a seat.” Bran escorted her to her chair and went back to his. Before Jon could leave the Hall, Rhaella asked, “Can Jon eat with us please?”

”Ah, I see you met him while you were gone,” Lord Stark said, amused. “Would him eating with us please you?”

Rhaella looked over at Jon, whose eyes lightened up. She looked back at Lord Stark and gave a nod. He looked over at Lady Stark, “What do you say?”

She looked into Rhaella’s sparkling eyes and sighed, “Well, I suppose it wouldn’t hurt…”

Rhaella gave a big smile. Jon pulled a chair next to her whispering, “Thank you Rhaella.”

“I hope you like the dress,” Sansa said. “I made it myself! I wanted to test my embroidery skills and decided to make you one!”

“It’s beautiful,” Rhaella told her. “You should teach me!” Sansa nodded gleefully.

“You know, we all thought you ran off and escaped!” Arya laughed.

“I…I didn’t mean any trouble or offense, I apologize.” Rhaella announced, standing up from her chair and bowing her head. “It was rude of me.”

“No,” Lord Stark said. “You have every right to feel the way you do. Your life changed right before your eyes. But please, believe me when I say this, we are here for you.”

“Aye.” Robb agreed. “If you are having trouble with anyone or anything let us know.” She thanked the both of them for their kindness.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what was it like outside of Westeros?” Catelyn asked.

Rhaella told them everything. Even about the abuse Viserys had done to her. He always yelled at her for the littlest things. The worst thing he ever did was sneak into her bedchamber with a knife. He threatened to cut out her insides if she didn’t cooperate with his plan to send her to the North.

They all had concerned looks on their faces. The abuse never got to her until explaining it out loud. She really did have it rough.

“That doesn’t matter anymore.” Arya said. “You are with us now!”

“Safe and sound,” Sansa added.

Rhaella didn’t realize she was smiling.

”So, Rhaella…you said you were from the Summer Isles right?” Theon asked.

“Yes, why you ask?”

He smirked at Robb before asking, “I heard the women there are quite breathtakingly beautiful?” She could have sworn she heard him whisper “and have nice bodies.”

”Well, I’ve never actually stayed there, I had to flee because of the King,” she explained. “But from the books I’ve read and from what I heard from some servants in Pentos, yes, the women there are quite beautiful.”

”I also heard that they have a passion for love making,” he said. “Maybe I gotta visit there sometime-.”

”Theon!” Lady Stark snapped. “Don’t be disrespectful-.”

”Oh that’s okay!” Rhaella reassured her. “You’re right, Theon! They do have a passion for it. If I were to stay in the Isles, I would have been a prostitute myself!”

Sansa and Lady Stark almost choked on their food, as Robb, Theon, and Jon bursted out laughing at the table. She didn’t understand what was so funny, but she laughed along with them.

”What’s a prostitute?” Rickon asked, innocently. That made the boys start crying from laughter. Theon even fell out of his chair.

”Y-You’ll know when you’re older!” Lady Stark said.

”You’ll fit in with us just fine, child,” Lord Stark said. “Welcome to the family!”

°❀⋆Daenerys.ೃ࿔*:･

Daenerys never felt more lonely. She missed Rhaella, her real family. She’d never forgive her brother for what he did.

“Daenerys!” Viserys shouted.

He entered her bed chamber, “do not tell me you’re still upset about that savage.”

She felt rage enter her body as he said those words. “She is not a savage, she’s my sister,” she replied softly. “And I don’t understand why you sent her to our enemies.”

“Don’t be an idiot,” he said. “We both know that’s not true. She’s our cousin. Daughter of our uncle and whatever foreign whore he married. She’s not a pure Targaryen like us, Dany. And she never will be. I gave her away because we need allies, even if they are enemies. The Starks are a strong house, and I knew that Lord Stark would gladly take her in. The fool won’t even know of my plans to destroy him and his dear friend Robert.”

Daenerys always considered Rhaella her sister, even if it wasn’t true. They spent all of their time together, never leaving one’s side. It felt like it was yesterday, the day Rhaella arrived in Braavos as a baby. Viserys wanted nothing to do with her while Daenerys cherished her. She had no idea why Viserys was so upset about naming their cousin after their mother. It was only a name after all. She always thought it was much deeper than Rhaella being a “savage.” She never dared to ask him though.

“I have good news.” He announced. She examined his face, his grin looked devious. Truly it wasn’t good news. “I found you a husband,” he said. “His name is Khal Drogo, Magister Illyrio said. A Dothraki savage. When you two wed, I’ll have his army. We can finally go home, sweet sister.”

Home.

All she ever wanted was a home. A home with Rhaella, where they could finally be happy together. With her gone, Daenerys wasn’t sure if it would be home without her.

“And what about her?” She asked him.

“The savage?” He scoffed. “Those Starks have her now. I don’t care what they do to her. As long as we have our alliance with the North.”

Daenerys wanted to cry, but she stayed strong. I will meet her again, one day.

°❆⋆Bran ೃ࿔*:･

It had only been a couple of months, but for Bran, it felt like he had known Rhaella his whole life. Rhaella also grew close to his sisters but mostly Arya. The three of them were inseparable. Rhaella even taught them some of the Valyrian language. Some nights, the three of them would stay up and read history books about Targaryen history until they got caught by the Septa. For fun, they liked to go sledding and have snowball fights. The older Stark boys and Rickon joined them sometimes, but never Sansa. Ever since Rhaella arrived, Sansa and Arya fought less. It’s like wherever she went, she spread joy. That’s one of the traits Bran liked about her.

Now, everyone is preparing for the arrival of the King.

He overheard his father saying that the King was almost there. Bran felt sorry for Rhaella because she was so stressed out. “What will he do to me?” She asked. He always reassured her, “You are under our protection now, the King approved of you. Don’t worry about a thing.”

At that moment, it was time for Bran to practice his archery. He hasn’t been getting any better. He wanted to show his family he could hit the bull’s eye. First, only Robb was watching him. Then, came Jon and Rickon. Before he knew it, his parents came to watch as well.

“Keep practicing, Bran,” Lord Stark insisted. “Go on.”

Jon leaned in towards Bran, placing his hand on his shoulder, “Alright, father is watching.”

Jon looks over and sees Rhaella and Arya watching as well, “and her…” he whispered.

Bran took a deep gulp. He didn’t like to get teased about Rhaella. They only do it because we are to be married. We are just friends, good friends.

Bran nodded and started to aim his bow and arrow at his target.

“Relax your bow arm…” Robb commented.

Just before Bran could release the arrow, someone else’s hits the target and another shoots right through it.

All of the boys turned their heads to see Rhaella and Arya giggling. “Hey!” Bran yelled. The girls both curtseyed but quickly took off once they saw Bran chasing them. The kids kept on playing until their father took all of the boys to see an execution. Bran was finally old enough to see one.

“Are you scared?” Rhaella asked him as he was mounting his pony.

“I’m not sure.” He answered honestly.

But I can’t be afraid. My father told me I won’t be a boy forever. I’ll be a man-grown soon. I mustn’t be afraid. I need to be brave. Like Robb and Jon. Wolves are never afraid.

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Hai guysss 🤍, I’m not dead 😈 lol. Soooo basically I have new ideas for the Bran Stark fanfic that I think is wayyy more interesting than the one I released. My plan is to restart the whole thing. But I don’t want to just delete it for the people who really like the original one.

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Ice & Fire ༄ Pt. 12 (Bran Stark x Targaryen oc fanfic)

⋇ Chapter 12: Together at Last ⋇

Tsireya’s POV

After waiting a little longer, it was finally the day. Jon and Daenerys were close, we could see them from afar. Dreamdancer and Snowstorm grew excited, sensing other dragons were near.

We all stood in the courtyard as they proceeded in on horseback. Bran and I were the first people Jon noticed, he hopped off of his horse and walked to us. He gave us both a hug and said to Bran, “Look at you, you are a man now.” Bran smiled, “I missed you.” Jon then looks at me, “and you’ve grown into a woman!” “It’s so good to see you,” I told him. He looked around, “where is Arya?” “Lurking somewhere,” Sansa answered.

Then I see her. I didn’t even know how to approach her. She’s so beautiful. I hope she remembered me. She makes eye contact with me, and her eyes softened. We both walk to one another, hoping that it wasn’t a dream.

She gave me a big hug, “You’re so beautiful…I knew you were real, not just a figment of my imagination…my sweet cousin, Tsireya.”

“I’ve always wanted to meet you,” I whispered to her, “and now you’re really here…”

We both caught up with Jon so he could introduce Daenerys to his family.

“Please meet Sansa Stark and Brandon Stark,” he said, “and you already said hello to Tsireya, my family.”

“It’s King Bran and Queen Tsireya,” Lyanna Mormont said, correcting him. “King and Queen of the North!”

“Of the North?” Dany asked, raising her eyebrow. She walked up to Bran, “well, thank you for letting me into your home…” Bran nodded his head, “of course, Winterfell is yours…your grace.”

We all gathered in the Great Hall to discuss the plan for the war. We heard that the Night King destroyed the Wall with one of Dany’s dragons that he killed, so Bran decided to call all banners to come to Winterfell for their own safety.

“Lord Umber?” Bran asked. Little Lord Umber popped his head out from the crowd, making me giggle a little. “When will we expect your people to arrive?”

He got up from his seat and stood in front of the high table before us, “w-well it would be a lot quicker if we had more horses and wagons, if it please your grace..” he looked at the rest of us at the table, “and your grace, my lady, my lord…Queen?” Daenerys grinned at what he said.

“We will send as much we can, go back to the Last Hearth and bring your people here as fast as you can,” I ordered. He bowed before us and left the hall.

“We can also send ravens to the Night’s Watch,” Jon said, “I don’t see why they can’t help us fight.”

“I will do so at once,” the maester said. He bowed and left the hall.

Tyrion Lannister, Dany’s hand, got up from his seat and stood before us as well. He looked at me and Bran, “Your grace and Queen, if we all survive this war, Jon Snow will be the one to thank. He showed us what we will be up against.” He then turned to the crowd, “we have the greatest army you’ve ever seen and we have two full-grown dragons, making us have 4 to use in the fight.” Bran and I looked at each other, then back at Tyrion. Our dragons were pretty young, but I suppose they are capable of fighting.

“We also have the Lannister army coming to support our cause…” he said.

The Lords started to grumble and complain. Tyrion then said, “I know we haven’t been on good terms in the past. We need to come together, to fight.”

“Excuse me,” Sansa said, making Tyrion turn back to us, “how are we going to deal with food? How are we going to feed the greatest army the world has ever seen? On top of that, we already had two dragons, now we have four of them! What do dragons even eat?”

“Whatever they want…” Daenerys answered. Her and Sansa stared each other down.

“I’m sure we will find a way to handle that,” Bran said, interrupting the tension.

This is going to be one heck of a day…

I decided to spend sometime with Dany and Jon.

“She doesn’t like me,” Dany said to Jon as we all walked, “your sister.”

“She just doesn’t know you, not the way I do..” Jon said.

“I hope she will learn to respect me.” She said.

“She will, believe me,” I told her.

She smiled at me, “I believe you, sweet cousin.”

A group of Dothraki approach us, speaking with Dany. Jon and I both watched as they talked.

“What’s wrong?” Jon asked.

“The dragons…” she replied.

We all go to find the dragons, there was a small pile of bones in front of them.

“They don’t like the North,” Dany said, petting one. She looked over at me and smiled, “meet my children, Drogon and Rhaegal.” Rhaegal approached me, seeking attention. I pet him, “why hello there.”

We all hear a screech and look up, it was Dreamdancer, the other dragons screeched too, likely welcoming her. She gracefully lands and gently rubs against me. “And who is this beautiful dragon?” Dany smiled. “Dreamdancer,” I answered, “It’s thanks to you that I even have her.”

“When I saw Dreamdancer’s blue egg, I just knew it was meant for you..” she smiled, “Viserys, he…didn’t want me to send the egg to you. He always said that you were fake, a figment of my imagination. Īles pirta (He was wrong)”

A tear fell down from her eye, “The desire to see you, that is what made me keep going.” We each other another big hug.

After the hug, we look over at Jon, who was smiling at us the whole time. Rhaegal, Daenerys’ green dragon, approached him. He leans his head for Jon to pet it. Jon reached his hand out to him slowly and pets him. Daenerys had a slight shock on her face and smiled. She doesn’t know, I thought to myself. She went to Drogon and climbed onto him. “Come on,” she said to us. I nodded and hopped onto Dreamdancer. We both look at Jon, “you too!”

“I don’t know how to ride a dragon!” He said. “No one does, until they ride a dragon!” Dany replied. “What if he doesn’t want me to?” He asked. I looked at Rhaegal and back at Jon, “oh believe me, he wants you too.” Rhaegal let out a small screech in agreement. Jon sighed and hopped onto Rhaegal’s back. “What do I grab on?” He asked nervously. “Anything you can!” She laughed. Without warning, Rhaegal excitedly lifted off as Jon screamed. Dany and I giggled as we watched them go and took off after him.

The dragons all start to spin and twirl as we flew in the winter sky. Jon, as we expected, continued to scream as Dany and I whooped. We flew past Winterfell, I could see a few people watch us in awe. I smiled as Snowstorm joined in to fly with us. Wow, I thought, he’s almost as big as Drogon…Ice dragons sure do grow fast.

We all decide to stop flying and land at a canyon, it was the same one Bran and I went to before. It was just as beautiful in daylight. We all mounted off our dragons and watched the waterfall as we walked closer to it.

“You both completely ruined horses for me.” Jon said jokingly. We all laughed. Dany looked deeply at the waterfall. “We could stay here a thousand years,” she told us, “no one would find us..”

“We’d be pretty old.” Jon replied, making us giggle. He walked closer to her, “it’s pretty cold out here for a southern girl.”

Dany smiled, “so keep your queen warm.” They both started to kiss as I awkwardly stood aside and watched.

Just watching them made me miss Bran already, he’s probably worried sick for me.

I quietly giggled once I noticed Jon looking at Drogon as he kissed Dany. Drogon must be very protective of her.

“Alright it’s time to go back.” She said. We all went back on our dragons and flew back to Winterfell.

We enter the courtyard, where I see Bran. I run straight towards him and jump into his arms, kissing him. “Welcome back, Ñuha prūmia, (my heart)” he whispered. I leaned in closer for our foreheads to touch, looking deeply into his eyes, “Ñuha mērī. (my only)”

Daenerys approached us with two men and a woman following her. “I’d like to introduce you to a few people.” A tall, blonde man walked forward. “This is Ser Jorah, a dear friend and close adviser of mine,” she said. “It is nice to finally meet you,” he said, kissing my hand. “And it is nice to meet you as well,” I smiled.

Another man walked up to me, he didn’t look like he was from Westeros. “This is Greyworm,” she told me, “the leader of the Unsullied.” “It is an honor to meet you,” he said bowing. “And you as well…” I replied. Dany took the woman’s hand next to her and walked her up to me, “and this…is Missandei, a very close friend of mine and another trusted advisor. I freed her and the Unsullied from slavery.”

I gave her a warm smile, “that’s a beautiful name.” “So is yours,” she replied, “if you don’t mind me asking, Tsireya, where are you from? You do not look like you are native to Westeros.” “I do not mind, I am from the Summer isles, Walano to be exact!” “The Summer Isles?” She repeated excitedly, taking my hands. “I-I am from the Island of Naath! It is East from the Summer Isles!” “Oh I have always wanted to go visit there…” I told her smiling. “We are like Island sisters,” she said, making me giggle.

⋘ That Night... ⋙

I continued to think about when I should tell Bran about the baby, but with everything going on, he was always busy.

We were talking in the courtyard. “Bran,” I said nervously, “there’s something I need to tell you…”

He looked at me, raising an eyebrow, “what is it?” Before I could speak, we saw Sam storm outside towards us. He looked really upset. “What’s wrong Sam?” I asked. He wiped a tear from his eye, “it’s nothing…I’m fine!”

“It’s about time that Jon learned the truth,” Bran told us, he looked at Sam, “you are his most trusted friend, he’ll listen to you…I want you to come with us.” Sam was going to say something, but he nodded, “where is he?” “I believe I saw him go in the crypts,” I told Sam.

We made our way into the crypts. We found Jon, standing in front of the statue of his true mother, Lyanna Stark. Once he noticed us coming, he placed his candle and greeted us.

“Jon, there is something you need to know,” Bran said.

Jon could see how serious our faces were, “is something wrong?”

“It’s about your parents,” I told him. “We know your true parents!”

“What..?”

“Your mother was Lyanna Stark,” Sam said, “and your father…real father was Rhaegar Targaryen.”

Jon stood there in shock.

I took his hands, “Jon, you were never a bastard! You are Aegon Targaryen…and that would also make you…”

“The rightful heir to the Seven Kingdoms,” Bran said, finishing my sentence.

Jon looked at all of us, “you all swear this on your lives?”

We nodded.

“M-My father was an honorable man!”

“That he was,” Bran agreed, “he swore to my aunt that he would protect you. Even if that meant my mother would never forgive him! He protected you from Robert.”

“All these years, I thought Dany was my only relative out there. When you were with me all those years we spent together in Winterfell,” I smiled.

Jon smiled back at me and gave me a hug.

“But what of Daenerys? She wants to be the Queen,” Jon said.

“She isn’t though,” Sam said, “this isn’t treason, it’s nothing but the truth. You are our true King.”

Jon nodded, “I’ll have to tell her. But for now, no one else can know about this…agreed?”

We all nodded in agreement and left.

Bran looked back at me, taking my hand, “what were you going to tell me?”

I back down saying, “you know what, never mind, it’s okay.” I pull him closer to me, “let’s go to bed..”

Bran smirked, “okay, let’s go.”

⋘ The Next Morning... ⋙

Once Bran and I woke up, we got dressed and went outside to the courtyard after breakfast.

We notice that someone entered through the gates on a horse. "Who is that?" I asked. "An old friend…" Bran whispered. I looked back at him confused. Once the man took off his hood, he looked around the courtyard. Then he made eye contact with Bran. Then I remembered as I looked at his face longer, it was Jaime Lannister!

His eyes grew wide as he looked into Bran's.

Bran didn't say a word, he just stared back at him.

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Ice & Fire ༄ Pt. 11 (Bran Stark x Targaryen oc fanfic)

⋇ Chapter 11: The Wedding ⋇

Warnings: Smut (again I tried LOL)

Tsireya’s POV

A few days before the wedding, the houses of the North came to Winterfell to talk about the marriage. They were at first skeptical about me, until the Starks defended me. “She has been raised along side us before the war,” Sansa said, “we have full trust in her.” After getting that out of the way, I had to figure out which dress I wanted. Sansa and Arya, of course, helped me pick one.

We all met up in the godswood again, requested by Bran. He was really ticked off, he saw in the past all that Little Finger did. He told us and we were shocked. “So…he was the one who sent that assassin?” I asked. He nodded, “yes..” “I knew he couldn’t be completely trusted but wow, he started everything!” Sansa said, growing angry. We held a trial for Little Finger, of course he denied all the accusations, but Bran brought up everything he did from the past. He begged for his life, especially to Sansa, but that wasn’t going to work. Arya passed Bran a sword. He whispered to himself, “the man who passes the sentence swings the sword…” he sentenced Little Finger to death and sliced his head off. At least we don’t have to worry about him anymore.

The day before the wedding is Bran’s coronation. He had to proceed into the Great Hall on horseback like he did before. But instead of doing it as a Prince, he did it as a King. It felt like just yesterday when we had the harvest.

Before he trotted in, the Lords of each Northern house drew out their swords and rose them up. As he passed each Lord, they lowered their swords. Once he sat down at the high table, the maester placed the crown on his head. Everyone chanted, “King of the North!” Just like that, the day was already over. Everyone went to bed extra early for tomorrow.

My maids helped me get dressed in my wedding gown. Sansa and Arya were also in my room too. I decided to put my hair up instead of letting it flow.

“You look so beautiful,” Sansa said.

“Like a queen,” Arya smiled.

“Thank you guys,” I said. I gave them both a big hug, “well, I guess it’s time.” Sansa and Arya nodded and left the room so they could go to their spot outside in the godswood. I thanked the maids and dismissed them too.

When it was finally my queue to go, I took a deep breath and left my room. The sun was starting to go down, such a beautiful scenery. I walked in front of the trail that had lanterns on both sides leading all the way down to the tree. Everyone stopped talking and turned to see me. They all gasped in awe. Bran’s eyes widened as he saw me, making me grin a little. He looked so handsome, dressed in black, kingly attire. I started walking down the aisle, hearing people whispering compliments.

We are both 18 now, man and woman. If only everyone else could see us, how far we have come.

I started to imagine what the wedding also could’ve been like. I pictured Jon, Robb, Rickon, Lord Eddard, and the girls by Bran’s side. For my side, I pictured my mother and the rest of my family. What hit me hard the most was thinking about my father. He could have been the one to walk me down, giving me to Bran. I also thought of Hodor, Jojen, and Summer. I looked up and saw our dragons circling the ceremony, watching from above. I finally made it to Bran and the maester in front of the tree.

“We are gathered here today to witness the union of man and woman. Brandon of House Stark, King of the North, son of Eddard Stark and Lady Tsireya of House Targaryen, daughter of Daeron Targaryen.” the maester announced, “now, King Brandon Stark, do you take this woman?”

Bran looked deeply into my eyes, “yes, I take this woman.”

“And you, Lady Tsireya Targaryen, do you take this man?”

I never broke eye contact with Bran, “yes, I take this man..”

We both move closer to each other and hold each other’s hand. Then we face the tree and kneel before it, in prayer and meditation. We both stood back up. “Now you may take your bride under your protection,” the maester told Bran. He removed the cloak from his shoulders and placed it on mine. Then the Maester approached me with a crown, placing it on my head, “Tsireya Targaryen Stark, our Queen of the North!”

Sansa signaled a maid to grab a dragon glass blade. The maid gave it to the maester. The maester first gave it to Bran, he puts it against his bottom lip and slides it down, making it bleed.

He then cuts his hand before giving it to me to do the same. After I cut my lip and hand, he first rubs a mark on my forehead and then I do the same to him. This signifies the continuation of our bloodline. We both take each other’s bloody hand as the maester wrapped the wedding cloth around them.

Bran and I both pledge in Valyrian, “One flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever.” We repeated the vows in common tongue for everyone else to understand.

The maester announced us as husband and wife, “you may kiss the bride.”

Our lips crashed together as the crowd cheered for us and clapped. Bran then lifts me up and carries me the rest of the way to the Great Hall, for the feast.

“To our new Queen of the North!” Bran shouts, lifting his goblet. The Lords begin to shout, “Queen of the North!” I giggled in embarrassment as I drunk out of my cup. We were presented with so much food! We wanted to try every dish, but we were full by the time we reached the third.

“How does it feel to be queen now?” Arya asked me.

“It feels nice,” I smiled.

“I have a wedding gift for you,” Bran said. He signaled the servants to bring it out. It was a Targaryen themed saddle! “I remembered when we talked about saddles for the dragons so…I had two get made for us! This one is yours!”

“Thank you, Bran!” I kissed him on the cheek.

The musicians played a certain song that sounded familiar. It was the song that played when Bran and I danced at the harvest. Bran smirked at me and offered his hand, “Kostagon eman bisa lilagon, ñuha dāria? (May I have this dance, my queen)”

“Kessa,” I accepted, placing my hand in his. We both went to the dance floor and did the same moves we did before as kids. This time, it felt so much more magical than before.

(Imagine them dancing like this)

Everyone watched as we danced in silence until we were finished. They applauded us and then everyone joined us on the dance floor. We did it the same way before, copying our dance moves and switching partners after we finish.

We were all having a blast! The feast started to get more hectic. The music was barely heard, the men were drunk and touching their women, and it was getting hotter. It was about time for bed.

“Now it is time for the bedding!” Bran announced, “but I will gladly carry my own wife to our bedchambers!” He picked me up as I giggled, blushing.

“Don’t be too loud now!” Arya shouted, making the hall laugh.

“Shut up!” We both yelled as we left.

For the bedding, we were given a special room. It sort of reminded me of Bran’s room, just filled with rose petals and nicely scented candles.

As soon as Bran shut the door closed with his foot, we immediately started to kiss each other, moving our mouths in sync. His lips were perfectly plump and so smooth, I could kiss them all night.

We were both waiting for this moment, just the two of us, alone with no interruptions. Bran gently placed me down, and we both started to remove our clothes. He finished a lot faster than me, leaving on his breeches. I insisted that I could do it on my own, so he went to his side of the bed and waited.

I placed the cloak and my white fur coat onto a chair. I started to remove my dress, Bran watched me in admiration as I gracefully removed it, revealing my corset, short braies, and high socks I had under my dress. Before I could hop into the bed, I seductively took down my bun and unbraided my hair, shaking my hair back and forth letting it fall on my back again.

I crawled to him from the foot of the bed. We were both blushing extremely hard. I took a moment to stare at his body. He was slim, but also had a slightly toned build. He was beautiful.

We both have been waiting for this moment, but it still felt a little silly and strange. We both laughed and giggled as I had my body over his.

Bran sat up and placed his hands on my hips as I straddled him. I wrapped both of my arms around his neck. We looked into each other’s eyes and then started to kiss again. The longer we kissed, the more hungrier we grew. This time, Bran opened his mouth more for my tongue to enter. He moaned as I explored his mouth with my tongue, whispering my name. He tried to find the strings of the back of my corset, but it was hard for him to see. He was too overflown with pleasure, keeping his eyes closed.

He managed to untie it and gently takes it off of me, tossing it across the room. He innocently couldn’t stop staring at my chest. I stop kissing him and giggle. I start to feel something strange under me. I glanced down at his breeches, noticing a bulge. I blushed really hard, chuckling, “oh, I guess you like what you see…” He turned completely red, “hey, stop picking on me!” He whined, with a slight grin on his face. I showered his whole face with kisses, making him giggle, “as my King commands.”

I took his two hands and placed them on my breasts for him to feel them. He looked from his hands to my eyes, his were filled with such curiosity and admiration. We started to kiss again, as he massaged my chest. Our tongues were dancing with each other as we kissed. I started to slowly grind on him, making him moan louder. We stopped kissing, out of breath, and I looked down at his breeches. “Do it,” Bran commanded desperately. “Yes, my king,” I tease, giving his nose a kiss.

I start to undo his breeches as he silently watched me. I threw them across the room like he did with my corset. I bit my lip as I looked upon him, blushing. His whole body is beautiful. “I guess you like what you see too?” He asked, laughing. “Yes, I do..” I proudly admit to him. “Alright, my turn!” Bran playfully yelled, switching our positions suddenly. “Oh!” I exclaim snickering, surprised that he did that. Bran started to carefully remove my white high socks and threw them at the side of the bed. He started to eye my braies asking, “may I?” I nod, letting him do the honors. He pulled down my braies and threw it at the side of the bed too. Bran scanned my face and body, “wow.” “What?” I asked. “You’re beautiful, Tsireya. Please don’t ever forget that. Inside and outside,” he said. I blushed replying, “thank you Bran, so are you…”

He kissed me slowly and passionately as I closed my eyes. I bit down on his bottom lip, making him groan in excitement. He positioned himself at a better angle on top of me and he looked at me, asking for permission, he didn’t even need to ask, I gave him a little nod as I panted. He tried to enter inside me, but it wasn’t going in. This was our first time after all. “S-Sorry…” he told me, embarrassed. I place my hand on his cheek giggling, “it’s okay!” After he kept thrusting a little more, I moaned loudly as I felt Bran unexpectedly entered in. Honestly, I didn’t care if people could hear us anymore. I started to whimper as he moved up and down on me slowly. “D-Does it hurt?” He asked me, worried. “No, no, it doesn’t hurt it just feels different,” I said, “but I like it…keep going.”

Without saying a word, he nodded and continued on. He kissed me again, traveling from my mouth to my neck, making me gasp. He started to gain more speed, thrusting harder and harder. I wrapped my legs around his waist, screaming his name in pleasure, “Bran!” I was a little embarrassed that I screamed but I was too in the moment to care.

As we released ourselves, both of us moaned extremely loudly. Bran then sighed and dropped right next to me, “well, we just did that.” We were both out of breath. “Yeah,” I chuckled, “Arya is going to tease us a whole lot tomorrow…” we both laughed. I turn to Bran, laying my head on his chest. “I can’t believe it,” Bran said, playing with my hair. “Us, King and Queen of the North, I never would have thought I would become king. Now, I must be like Robb. I have to be brave, we both do. We must protect our people from the Night King and the dead. No matter what happens, we go through it together.” “Yeah, together.” I agreed, “when will Jon and Daenerys be here?” “They’ll be on their way soon, when they do come, we must tell Jon. Tell him about who he truly is.”

We both just laid in the bed in silence, not sleepy. “So, what now?” I ask him. “Hmm,” Bran thought out loud, “you wanna do it again?” I giggled, “I’m up for it if you are…” I threw my leg over both of his. “I am all yours, my king.” I whispered, running my finger down his chest. I slightly winced as I felt him inside me again but quickly pushed the feeling aside. He gripped my hips hard as I began to ride him, “gods, I love you so much,” he moaned submissively.

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When it was breakfast, we were already expecting Arya to say something. “How did you sleep?” Sansa asked Arya. “Well it could have been better,” she replied. She looked at us and then smirked, “I mean, practically the whole castle could hear those love birds. How is one supposed to sleep when all you hear is screaming?” We rolled our eyes at her, but we still turned red.

I won’t lie, after our bedding, we made love many days after. We just loved each other so much. Arya continued to playfully complain about our sounds of pleasure. “What can I say, I love to ride,” I said jokingly yet serious.

One night before we could remove our clothes, we heard a knock on the door. “Come in!” Bran said. A man entered the room, but he looked familiar. It was the man who helped us get beyond the wall! “Samwell Tarly,” Bran stated. “I thought you would have forgotten me,” Sam said, surprised Bran even remembered. “I remember everything now,” Bran replied.

Sam noticed me in the room, “o-oh, am I interrupting something?” “No,” I reassured him, “please come sit.”

He nodded, smiling, and closed the door behind him. “Thank you,” Bran said, “for getting us beyond the wall, you’re a good man.” “Gee, thank you, your grace, though I’m not really sure that I am,” he replied, “what happened to you, outside the wall?”

“I trained to become the three-eyed raven.” He told Sam.

“Oh! I…don’t know what that means…”

“It means I can see the past and sometimes glimpses of the future. I can see what happens now, well when I choose to.”

“What brings you to Winterfell?” I asked Sam.

“Is Jon here?” Sam asked. “I came to see him.”

“No, but he is on his way back with Daenerys Targaryen from Dragonstone.” Bran answered.

“Did you see that in a vision?” Sam asked.

Bran showed Sam a little letter that was sent by a raven.

Sam, feeling dumb, chuckled, “oh.”

“When he comes, we must tell him the truth,” Bran said.

“About what?”

“About himself…no one knows, no one but me and Tsireya.”

“He isn’t the son of Eddard Stark,” I told Sam, “he’s the son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark.”

“They held a secret ceremony to get married, in Dorne.” Bran said.

“Oh gods,” Sam exclaimed, “then that would mean he’s…”

“The rightful king of the 7 kingdoms…” Bran said, finishing Sam’s sentence.

A week later…

I’ve been starting to feel strange lately. I’ve been getting more cramps than usual, and my stomach has been making me feel queasy and nauseous. What’s going on? I didn’t let Bran know about anything, I just went to my maid about it.

“What does it mean?” I asked her. She began to cup my breasts, examining them. “What’s wrong?” I asked her. She looked up at me and replied, “your breasts, they are more swollen than usual. Does it hurt when I do this?” “It does feel a bit sore..” I answered. “When was the last time you bled, my queen?” She asked. My eyes widened, I’m pretty sure I was supposed to start bleeding by now. She took my hand and placed it on my flat belly, “my queen, you are with child, the gods have blessed you!”

I continued to sit there, thinking to myself, me, pregnant? When the Long Night is coming? I can’t believe it…he’ll never let me fight if I told him now. “Shall we inform the King?” She asked me. “No, it’s fine, I can tell him when the time feels right.”

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(a/n) Hey guys, sorry I’ve been slacking in posts but I started writing some chapters so they should be out soon! I hope you are enjoying the story! :)

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Ice & Fire ༄ Pt. 10 (Bran Stark x Targaryen oc fanfic)

⋇ Chapter 10: A Night in the Sky ⋇

(Imagine going on a dragon flying date with Bran 🌌)

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(a/n) I was listening to music as I wrote this and ocean drive was playing, it was such a vibe tbh😫. This is a pretty short chapter, I hope you enjoy! I already have the wedding chapter done so that might be published later tonight😉.

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Tsireya’s POV

As the months went by, the closer the wedding was approaching. I was happy, but I couldn’t help but be nervous. Overall, I knew that I would be happy as long as I was by Bran’s side and his by mine. Little Finger helped with the invitations, inviting the great houses of the North for the meeting.

That night, in my sleep, I dreamt of something horrible. I saw King’s Landing burning, the people were burning too. I was so stressed out, I visited Bran’s chamber and told him about it. “It was awful, Bran,” I told him.“Do you want to go on a walk?” He asked me, holding my hand. I agreed and we both dressed in warmer clothes before leaving.

We both walked out of the Winterfell gates and watched our dragons fly in the night sky. “They are such beautiful creatures,” I said. “Yeah, I still can’t believe they are back again, and that I was able to get an ice one,” Bran said. Suddenly, I had an idea, “let’s call them down here.” We both had the two dragons fly down to us. “You know,” I told Bran as I pet Dreamdancer, “We will need to learn to fly them.” “That is true,” Bran agreed, petting Snowstorm, “why not try right now?” Sure, they didn’t reach the average riding size yet, but they were still a bit bigger than a warhorse. Why not try?

We slowly mounted them and then looked at each other. “What are we supposed to grab on?” Bran asked. “Anything we can grab, I guess,” I replied. I took a deep breath and then commanded, “alright, bē!” Both dragons took off immediately, startling the both of us. We quickly held onto them tighter, not wanting to fall off. They were going pretty fast, but after a while we started to get used to it. We kept going up until we were above the clouds. “Wow, it’s beautiful up here,” I said.

“Yes, beautiful,” Bran said, smiling. We both took a moment to stare at the moon as it shined so bright in the night sky.

He smirked and then said, “Eat our dust!” He swiftly took off with Snowstorm. “Hey!” I laughed, flying after him. We quickly caught up with them. “You cheater, we weren’t ready!” I yelled, “try catching up with us!” Dreamdancer sped up, screeching. The two dragons were quite competitive with each other, so they enjoyed this game. Just feeling the wind blowing through my hair was so liberating and comforting. I laughed and whooped as we picked up the speed. Snowstorm caught up with Dreamdancer, side by side. I didn’t notice Bran staring at me.

Bran’s POV

I love seeing Tsireya like this. Happy, free, and more of herself. Just seeing this side of her made me fall for her even more. She looked over at me, noticing my stare and giggled. I smirked and removed my hands from Snowstorm, challenging her. At first she gasped but then laughed saying, “you’re crazy!”She signaled Dreamdancer to fly up higher. I wonder what she was planning to do.

Dreamdancer starts doing back flips in the air, making Tsireya go upside down a few times. Snowstorm flies up to Dreamdancer and they begin to playfully circle each other, as if they were dancing. They are such polar opposites, yet they go together so well, they complete each other.

Once the dragons stopped, we both flew down lower and started exploring. At first we saw nothing but snow until we saw something. “What is that?” Tsireya asked. “I think it’s a waterfall!” I replied. We have the dragons fly down to the ground by the waterfall.

“Wow,” Tsireya said, in awe. She turned to me saying, “I wish it could be like this forever, me, you, and our dragons. Living happily and exploring.” I smiled, walking closer to her, “I wish so too.”

I wrapped one arm around her waist to pull her closer and played with her hair with my other hand. I looked deeply into her alluring brown eyes, “Avy jorrāelan…” she smiles back at me replying, “Avy jorrāelan tolī, jorrāelagon hen ñuha ābrar.. (I love you too, love of my life)” our lips connected with much passion.

I loved her kisses, they make me feel safe and sound. She opened her mouth more, allowing my tongue to enter it. She tasted very sweet. She began to moan my name as I explored her mouth. Hearing her say my name like that made me excited and weak in the knees, but we had to contain ourselves though, for the wedding was coming soon. It made me remember what my father told me, about marriage.

“You will wed a woman one day,” father said. I gagged, making him chuckle. “You could have a girl of your choice,” he told me. “Do you know what marriage means?” He asked me. I thought about it for a moment, “When you say your vows upon the gods?” He nodded, “yes, but most importantly, you are promising and giving yourself to your significant other and them to you. You both will join together, becoming one. You will love them from your first day to the end of your days. It is a union that should never be broken..” “And you said I could pick someone?” I asked him. “Aye,” he replied. I glanced over at Tsireya. That made me wonder, if I picked Tsireya, would she have picked me too? Father smiled at me, “and I’m sure she would gladly wed you too.”

Once we wed, we will belong to each other and join together, finally becoming one. That made me think about children, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to start a family.

I don’t know how long we made out for, but I didn’t want to stop, neither did she. We were again interrupted by the dragons as they hissed, embarrassed by watching us. I lick my lips and chuckle, “we should get back, before anyone freaks out and sends a search party.” “Yeah let’s go,” she agreed. We both mounted the dragons and raced our way back to Winterfell.

As we were flying, Tsireya yelled, “hey, watch this!” She looked down at Dreamdancer, petting her and then commanded, “Drakarys!” Dreamdancer looked up and blasted beautiful, blue flames. I look at Snowstorm and yell, “well, watch this! Suvion!” Snowstorm shot out a cold and icy gust of breath. We both laugh as we continue to fly home.

They dropped us off in front of the gates and flew off together. “I’d probably be best if we had saddles made for the dragons,” I suggested, she agreed. “And we will have less of a chance of falling off.”

“We should make this a thing,” I told her, “going on flying date nights.” She smirked agreeing, “I’d like that…”

Tsireya’s POV

We both went back into our separate rooms to change back into our night clothes. Once I finished changing, I went back to his room. “Can I sleep in here with you?” I asked, blushing. “Oh,” Bran said, blushing harder, “sure, if it’ll help you sleep better.” I blew out the candle next to his bed and climbed in with him.

“Bran,” I said, breaking the comfortable silence, “what if…the people won’t accept me, as their queen? They accepted me before because I looked…well more like them. Now, I look more like my mother, a Summer Islander…”

“Then they’ll have to deal with me,” he replied, taking my hand. “But you shouldn’t let them get to you, they just don’t like things they aren’t used to.

“Would you have liked me more if I looked the way I did when I was younger?” I asked.

Bran looked offended, “I can’t believe you’d ask me that, Tsireya. Nyke jorrāelatan ao pār, se nyke iēdrosa jorrāelagon ao sir. Aōha ñelly gaomas daor nūmāzma mirros naejot ñuha jorrāelagon syt ao. Lo gaomis daor hae ao kesrio syt hen aōha gevie ñelly pār issa pōja loss. (I loved you then, and I still love you now. Your skin does not mean anything to my love for you. If they do not like you because of your beautiful skin then it is their loss)”

I nodded him a thank you, smiling. That made me feel a lot better about myself.

“They will soon learn how much of a lovable person you are.”

He kissed my hand. I’m starting to think that our way of comforting each other is by touching hands.

“Thank you,” I replied, grinning. He always knew how to make me feel better. I kissed his cheek, “good night.” When I closed my eyes, I wasn’t afraid anymore.

We needed that, a night out with just us and our dragons. That will likely go down as my favorite moment with them.

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Ice & Fire ༄ Pt. 9 (Bran Stark x Targaryen oc fanfic)

⋇ Chapter 9: Home ⋇

Tsireya’s POV

After that vision Bran had, he changed a little bit. He seemed more colder, sadder. I felt bad for him. One night, while Meera was sleeping, I talked with him. “Bran,” I said, “issi ao mundagon? (Are you sad)” we both watched as his baby dragon flew around in the cold night sky. Our dragons were as big as cats now, boy do they grow fast. “Īles mirre nyke, (it was all me)” he said, “everything that happened…was because of me.” I remained silent, I felt sorry for him, but he was correct, it was because of him. “Lord Brynden, the singers, Hodor, and Jojen are all gone and it’s my fault,” he said. “You know, I was actually jealous of Jojen.”

“Why?” I asked.

“Because you loved him,” Bran told me. “I saw you two, when you kissed that one night. That’s why I was so angry, but I wasn’t angry at you, I was angry at myself. I didn’t know why, but now I do.” He looked deeply into my eyes, taking my hand, “I was upset because I never had the courage to do that. Tsireya, you’ve been by my side more than any of them. You were the one that kept me going through all of those rough times. It was always you. That one day, when we swam in the river, seeing that side of you made me see you differently. It made my feelings change towards you..”

My eyes didn’t leave his, “Bran,” I said, as if I were in a trance. “skoros issi ao nūmāzma naejot ivestragon? (What are you trying to say)”

“You are what always made me whole, the one who always made me feel like I was home again,” he explained. “skoros nyke nūmāzma naejot ivestragon iksis…(what I mean to say is)”

My heart skipped a beat as I heard him whisper, “Avy jorrāelan…”

“Bran,” I said, “I loved Jojen, but not the way you think I did…when he kissed me that night, and I closed my eyes, all I saw was you. It confused me, and I freaked out so I pushed him away.”

Bran opened his mouth, but I stopped him saying, “I felt different about you too, since that kiss. And when you rescued me, from that man, it made me realize how passionate you were for me…I could sense fire burning in your heart for me. I’ve always longed for home too. But I grew to realize that whenever I was with you, I was home…” I lean in closer to him, “Brandon, Avy jorrāelan tolī…”

I placed my hand on his chest, feeling his heart beat was fast. We both leaned in closer and our lips touched. We moved our faces back from each other, smiling. Bran’s lips felt smooth and comforting. We leaned in for another kiss.

Bran’s kiss felt more different than Jojen. Bran’s tasted…sweeter, more like home. No one has ever embraced me this much before, it was thrilling.

The moment was over once my dragon screeched quickly, startling us. We both blushed and then chuckled. “Okay, we’ll stop..” I giggled as I pet my dragon.

“That…was nice,” Bran said, still blushing, “…does this mean that you’re like…my lady now? O-Only if you want to be!” I giggled again and kissed his cheek, “yes I’d love to be your lady Bran, and you, my Prince…” I rested my head on his shoulder as I held my dragon. “Did you give her a name yet?” Bran asked me, whispering. “I think I know what to name her,” I said as I looked down at her, “Dreamdancer…” the dragon cuddled closer to me, in approval. “That’s a great name,” Bran said. He looked back up to the sky and called for his dragon, “come on you, it’s time for bed!” The dragon lightly hissed and then flew down to the other side of Bran, curling into a ball. “What about yours?” I asked him. “Snowstorm” he replied.

“You know,” I said. “I wondered why they hatched at the time they did, but now I think I understand. I think it had something to do with the sacrifice of our friends. After death, life was born…I don’t know, perhaps I’m crazy.”

“That could be possible,” Bran said, “We have to win, when the long night comes. Not only for the realm, but especially for them. They died protecting us, and now we shall protect the people.”

After that night, Bran’s spirits were much better. Poor Meera was still a bit cold to us because of Jojen’s death, which is understandable. I knew she deep down regretted that the two of them even did what they did. The dragons grew to be about the size of a horse. I read in the history books that dragons naturally grew quicker when they are able to fly around freely. Dreamdancer didn’t like to fly as much Snowstorm did due to the cold.

We made it to the gates of Castle Black, waiting for the gates to open. Bran had a quick view of where the dead were, they were coming, fast. The gates finally opened, with some men of the Night’s Watch coming out.

“Are you wildlings?” The man in front asked.

“No, I am Meera Reed, daughter of Howland Reed.” Meera said.

“I am Prince Brandon Stark,” Bran said. He then looked over at me saying, “and this is Tsireya Targaryen.”

“How do I know that you are truly the Prince?” He asked.

“The direwolves of my siblings,” Bran started. “I remember the day we found them, after my father did an execution. We found 6 of them. Greywind, Shaggydog, Lady, Nymeria, and Ghost.”

The man was still a bit hesitant to let of in, that is until our dragons hissed at him. All of the men quickly backed up, gasping.

“The Long Night is coming for us,” I announced, “You’ve seen the army of the dead. The Night King. We are the key to defeating them, you must let us in. The realm depends on it.”

He nodded, “Alright, let’s let them in.” We all follow them inside. Now, we were on our way to Winterfell. The men of the Night’s Watch were gracious enough to let us shelter, bathe, and feed us during our short stay. They even gave us horses to ride our way back.

“We are almost there!” I shouted as we all raced with horses.

“Just imagine it,” Meera smiled, “a warm, perfect bath…”

“And most importantly, better food!” Bran yelled, making us laugh.

Bran and I smiled as we looked up at the sky to see our dragons flying together. Though they argued at times, they truly cared for each other, ice and fire.

We were all so excited to get back, we didn’t want to rest! We kept riding until we finally made it. Before reaching the gates, we went through a crowd of Northerners. To my shock, they gave me dirty and rude looks. My excitement was swiftly destroyed. I quickly then remembered that I was a Summer Islander, a Targaryen foreigner. Bran looked over at me saying, “Hey, don’t worry about them. It doesn’t matter what they think of you.”

We finally made it to the gates of Winterfell, the gates were opened for us and we trotted in. We mounted off of our horses. Everyone surrounded us, making a commotion.

“What is going on?” We hear an awfully familiar voice ask. The person walked through the crowd to see us, but it wasn’t a random, average person. It was a woman grown, tall, with the red hair of her mother, and dressed like a true lady of her house. Her face immediately softened as soon as she saw us, “Bran? Tsireya? Oh my gods, is that really you?” We could see the tears in her eyes.

“Yes, Sansa,” I said, cracking my voice, trying not to break down, “It’s us…”

“We’ve come home…” Bran said weakly.

Not being able to hold our emotions back, we all ran to each other and gave a big group hug. “It felt like it was only yesterday, back when everything was normal, when we were happy,” Sansa sobbed, “When the word spread of your apparent “deaths” I broke down…I know you two weren’t as close with me as you were with Arya, but I truly missed you…”

Meera watched our reunion beside us, looking sad, we look at her and pull her in. “Thank you, for helping bringing them back,” Sansa smiled. “It was my honor to do so, my lady,” Meera replied. Sansa grabbed Bran’s hand and rose it up, “The King of the North is here!”

Bran and I both screamed, “what?!” We could barely even be heard due to the cheering throughout the courtyard. Suddenly, the cheers transitioned to screams, “what in the seven hells is that?!” People pointed and looked to the sky. It was our dragons! They swooped down and gracefully landed on our shoulders. Sansa was lost with words. We both look at each other and chuckled, “we…should go talk.” Without saying a word, she nodded.

It was only natural for us to have a talk in the godswood, it was our safe space, where we could open up to each other. Meera decided to go to her guest chamber and get some sleep.

When we made it to the godswood, We all sat down by the tree. “I wish Jon were here,” Sansa said, “He would have been ecstatic to see the both of you.”

“Where is he now?” I asked.

“In Dragonstone,” Bran answered. Sansa was surprised, “y-yes, he is! He is with the dragon queen, hoping to make her an ally and have her help with the Long Night.”

“Daenerys?” I asked, my eyes widened, “I…I didn’t know she was in Westeros.”

“Bran, how did you know?”

We told Sansa everything we went through, from when we escaped King’s Landing to how we got back. “Wow,” Sansa said, “So, let me get this straight. Bran, you now have the powers of some god-like man who was stuck to a tree…and Tsireya you can see parts of the future in your dreams? And you two are the key to ending the Long Night!? On top of that, you have dragons?!” Bran and I both looked at each other and then nodded. “My gods, you two went through a lot…” I took Sansa’s hand, “so have you, I believe.” She took a deep breath and told us what she experienced, well, told me, Bran probably saw it already. My heart broke for Sansa, “I’m so sorry, but when you think about it. Every single man that has crossed you is now dead. You, at the end, stood tall and survived, they didn’t. You are strong Sansa.” She smiled at me but it faded, “not all of them.”

She introduced us to a man named Peter Baelish, but he is more known to be called Little Finger. He gave Bran a devilish smile, “why hello, your grace.” Hearing that made Bran cringe, he wasn’t ready to be King. He looked at me saying, “And why hello, my future Queen.” He kissed my hand as I stood there in shock, “Q-Queen?” Sansa was also confused, “what are you talking about?” “Oh, forgive me,” he apologized, “I just assumed that the two of you were…courting?”

My face turned as red as a tomato, so did Bran’s. “W-Well, uh….we- we are…” he stumbled on his words, “you see we…”

Sansa turned to us, smirking, “Are you two…together?”

Embarrassed, Bran and I looked at each other, then looked away blushing with our eyes closed. We held our hands and nodded shyly.

“This is brilliant,” Little Finger said. “A Stark and a Targaryen, two Great houses of the 7 kingdoms, to be united, ice and fire!”

“Are you two planning to wed?” Sansa asked. “We could make the preparations, the great coronation and the grand wedding!”

“We…we’ll think about it,” Bran said, “but I’m afraid we are quite tired, from the journey. We will have our rest.”

Sansa and Little Finger accompanied us to our chambers. They almost looked exactly as it used to be, before Theon destroyed it. Bran visited my chamber, sitting next to me on my bed, “King of the North,” Bran scoffed, not believing this was reality, “me, a king…” I placed my hand on his, “hey, I’ll be by your side every step of the way…” he smiled back at me, licking his lips as he glanced down at mine.

He wants to kiss me, I thought to myself. I want to kiss him too, badly. Ever since our first kiss, we desired each other even more, it awakened something in us. “You know,” Bran said, playfully smirking, “getting married doesn’t sound too bad…” I grinned leaning my face closer to his whispering, “No, it doesn’t, I’d love to marry you.” I leaned even closer, making him think I was going to kiss his lips, but I tricked him, kissing his forehead instead. “Your grace,” I sang, teasing him. “Oh, shut up,” he chuckled, gently pushing me away. He stood up and looked through the window, watching Snowstorm fly through the winter sky. “I just wish, father were here,” he said, cracking his voice. “And mother, Rickon, Robb, Maester Luwin, Hodor, all of them…”

I got up from the bed and walked next to him, turning his body from the window to face me, “hey, you know it’s okay to cry?” “I always hated crying in front of you,” he confessed, “I didn’t want you to think of me as a weeping babe. I’ve always told myself, men don’t cry…” I took both of his hands, “Men confront their emotions, you shouldn’t fight it. Face your fears and sorrows…no matter how much you cry, I’ll always view you as a man.” He immediately broke down into tears, hugging me. Once he was finished he told me, “I don’t know how I would go on in this world without you.”

When it was morning, it was time for breakfast. Little Finger joined us, “did the two of you make your choice yet?” We both nodded. “We’ll do it,” Bran replied. “Wonderful,” he said with a grin. “So, marriage, is a big responsibility,” Sansa told us. “Of course!” I replied. “Have you…bled yet?” She asked me awkwardly. I nod, “why?” She clears her throat, “well, there are many things that come out of marriages like resources and peace. But there is also something else…children.”

Bran almost choked on his eggs, “c-children?” He quickly started to drink to get the food down his throat.

“Oh,” I said. I never really thought about that.

“And I assume you both know how that works?”

“Yes,” Bran answered awkwardly. I remember when I first bled, thank the gods Osha was there to help me. She explained everything to me about why it happens and what it meant for pregnancy.

“It’ll be important to have an heir for the North,” Little Finger said.

“The Dragon queen must be negotiated with,” Sansa told us, “she will never agree to the North’s independence. We need to show her that we are serious.”

“We’ll do it,” I told her, “but I’d like to request something.”

“Of course, what would that be?” Little Finger asked.

“For the wedding, we can have the ceremony in the godswood and do it the Westerosi Northern way, but I’d like to do it the traditional Valyrian way too,” I told them. I already talked with Bran about it before and he was okay with it.

“We’ll see what we can do,” Little Finger said.

As the past weeks went by, Bran and I grew closer with our dragons. Snowstorm thrives in the North a lot more than Dreamdancer, flying around in the sky and bigger in size. Poor Dreamdancer tried her best to adapt, but I liked having her sleep in a cage by the fireplace in my chamber. The only problem now is that she’s growing so fast that she’s about the size of a horse! We’ve spent a lot of time training with them.

Bran’s goal is to master warging into Snowstorm, but that may take a while.

One day, Little Finger wanted to speak with Bran, privately. I didn’t want him alone with that man, he seemed a bit sketchy. Sometime after their talk, Meera came to talk with me.

“I’m leaving,” she said, “I have to go back home, to my family. They’ll need me out there.” I was sad that she had to go, but I gave her a big hug and said my goodbyes.

After that, Bran and I went to the godswood. “There’s something I must tell you,” he said, “it’s about Jon.” “Is he okay?” I asked. He nodded, “it’s about his parents, true parents…”

“I thought that you both had the same father?”

“I thought so too, until I visited the past. He may be a Stark, but he isn’t really my father’s son. He’s the son of Rhaegar Targaryen and my aunt Lyanna, he’s a Targaryen! The true heir to the Iron Throne!”

I was so shocked to hear that, “Oh gods, I always felt a certain connection with Jon, but I never would have guessed it was because of that!” It was good to know there’s another Targaryen in the world, but then my heart sank, “How would Daenerys take that? She wants the Iron Throne…”

“That’s what I am afraid of,” Bran said, “After the Long Night, we may have another issue on our hands.”

We both hear footsteps approaching us, we turn around and see someone with Sansa, it’s Arya!

Bran and I both ran to her, giving her a big hug. “Thank goodness your alive!” I said, tearing up. “You don’t know how happy I was to hear you two were alive…” Arya said, “I missed you so much!” “As did we,” Bran agreed.

Bran said he had to show all of us something. He pulls out a dagger, Sansa and Arya gasp. “That’s the dagger the assassin used to try killing the two of you,” Arya said, like it happened yesterday. “But, how did you get it?” Sansa asked. “Little Finger gave it to me,” he replied. We were all immediately suspicious, “why?” “Perhaps he wants to gain my trust, he must want something,” he answered, “we need to be careful with him.”

We told Arya about the wedding. As we expected, she teased us saying, “I knew this would happen one day, Bran was head over heals for you when we were kids!” Bran’s face turned completely red, “s-shut up!” Our childhood selves were already coming back to us.

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♡ Ice & Fire - m.list (Discontinued)

Genre: Romance, fluff, smut (I’ll try LOL), angst

Pairing: Bran Stark x Targaryen OC

Age: 15+ (honestly I don’t care who reads this but basically mature audiences)

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♡ Chapters:

Introduction + Prologue

Chapter 1 - Winter is Coming

Chapter 2 - The Tower

Chapter 3 - King’s Landing

Chapter 4 - The Beginning of War

Chapter 5 - The Harvest

Chapter 6 - Journey to the Wall

Chapter 7 - Craster’s Keep

Chapter 8 - The Three-eyed Raven

Chapter 9 - Home

Chapter 10 - A Night in the Sky

Chapter 11 - The Wedding

Chapter 12 - Together at Last

Chapter 13 -

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Ice & Fire ༄ Pt. 8 (Bran Stark x Targaryen OC fanfic)

⋇ Chapter 8: The Three-eyed Raven ⋇

Tsireya’s POV

On our way to the three-eyed raven, we met someone, or something, named Coldhands, well that’s what Sam and Gilly called him. They told us that he would be waiting for us so he could lead us the rest of the way. He was actually pretty useful. He would help us get food, let us ride his great elk, and fight off any men coming our way. I still couldn’t help but be afraid of him still, and Meera didn’t trust him. Coldhands told us to go to a village near by and he would meet us there.

With the help of Summer, we found the village and went inside the long hall. Summer left us to go hunt, commanded by Bran so he wouldn’t attack the elk. Our stomachs began to growl. The best Meera could find was acorns, she crushed and pounded them into a paste for all of us to eat. It was so disgusting, but better than nothing. Bran and I gagged after eating it. I’d rather have raw fish like we usually ate than this. Then I noticed Jojen wasn’t eating at all, “Jojen you must have at least a bite.”

“I…just need some rest,” he replied to me, “later, I will eat.”

The rest of us looked at each other confused. Jojen was getting weaker everyday, we were scared for him.

“But Jojen you’ll perish,” Meera said, “you need to eat!”

“This is not the day I die, I promise,” he said smiling weakly at all of us.

Bran decided to warg Summer for a bit. While he was doing that, Coldhands came back with a sow. I helped Meera cook it on the flames. The smell of the meat must have brought Bran back, “is that…meat I smell?” Meera smiled, “yep, you came back just in time!” Hodor was already chowing down his meat happily. The rest of us ate while Coldhands stood aside and watched with his raven on his shoulder. He didn’t like fire.

Bran told me the men he killed were men of the Night’s Watch. Meera continued to argue that he didn’t trust Coldhands, but Jojen insisted that we go with him or we will die.

Days later…

Jojen told us that we were close to the three-eyed raven’s cave. He hasn’t been able to walk for days, we all took turns helping him stay on his feet. Poor Jojen, I always thought to myself. Bran would try to comfort me saying, “food and fire will set him right again, you’ll see.” Deep down I could tell he was frightened for him too. One day, due to starvation and weakness, the elk collapsed, for the third time, but it never got back up. We all placed our hand on the elk, praying and thanking it for its service. Meera and Coldhands finished the job, butchering it while Bran held me as I wept for it. Luckily, the elk provided us food enough for seven days later. I didn’t want to eat it, but I was hungry. To be respectful, I prayed every time before I ate it, Bran did the same.

We begin to climb a snowy hill, instructed by Coldhands, to get away from wights nearby. I helped Meera take Jojen up the hill, but we still struggled. We were all half-starved, not as strong as we used to be. Once we climbed all the way to the top, the scenery was just so beautiful and magical. We could see the cave and a huge white weirwood tree on top of it.

It’s beautiful, I thought to myself. Bran looked over at me with a smile, as if he read my mind. We walked down the hill getting closer to the cave. “We’re about sixty yards!” Bran told me. Suddenly, Hodor falls on the ice, “Hodor!” He screamed. Something was grabbing him! It was an ambush! Wights start to jump out of the ice below us and from the snow. Bran and I helped Hodor while Meera was trying to protect Jojen. We all tried our best to fight them off with dragon glass swords.

As we were fighting, we noticed some wights were on fire! “Who’s doing that?” Bran asked. We both look back at the entrance of the cave, and we see a little girl, she sort of looked like Arya, but it was too good to be true. Coldhands told us to go on without him.

“Come!” She yelled, “He is waiting for you!”

We all ran as fast as we could and made it inside the cave. Before we could even ask her who she was, she ran deeper into the cave.

“Wait!” Bran shouted, following her. We followed after him looking around the place. There were weirwood roots everywhere! The place was huge, so many side passages and chambers. We all then slid down a steep part of the passage.

The girl child was waiting for them, standing on one end of a natural bridge above a yawning chasm. Down below in the darkness, Bran heard the sound of rushing water. An underground river. (A Dance with Dragons - Bran II)

“Do we have to cross?” Bran asked, out of breath.

“No,” a voice answered. “Behind you.”

We all turned around and gasped.

His body was so skeletal and his clothes so rotted that at first Bran took him for another corpse, a dead man propped up so long that the roots had grown over him, under him, and through him. What skin the corpse lord showed was white, save for a bloody blotch that crept up his neck onto his cheek. His white hair was fine and thin as root hair and long enough to brush against the earthen oor. Roots coiled around his legs like wooden serpents. One burrowed through his breeches into the desiccated flesh of his thigh, to emerge again from his shoulder. A spray of dark red leaves sprouted from his skull, and grey mushrooms spotted his brow. A little skin remained, stretched across his face, tight and hard as white leather, but even that was fraying, and here and there the brown and yellow bone beneath was poking through. (A Dance with Dragons - Bran II)

“Are you…the three-eyed raven?” Bran asked him, approaching him.

“Yes,” he answered. We expected him to be old, but not that old. We thought he was a corpse at first glance!

“Wait a second,” I said, walking next to Bran. I examined the pale lord’s face and hair. “Look at him, the pale skin, his silver long hair, his red eyes, and his bloody blotch that’s shaped like a raven!” I turn to Bran, “Bran, do you know who this is?” He tried to think, but he couldn’t figure it out so I tell him, “He’s Bloodraven, Brynden Rivers!”

“I have been many things, dear relative,” he told me. Then he looked at Bran, telling him how long he’s been watching not only him but all of us.

“We’ve come such a long way,” Bran said, “Why did you want to see me?…or us.” He said looking over at me.

“You both are magic, capable to save us all,” Lord Brynden said. “But first you must learn to fly.”

The longer we stayed, the more we both learned. It turned out that Old Nan was right, the children of the forest were real! Well, they are actually called singers. Due to their names being so long, we all came up with simpler names for us to remember them by. The girl that helped us earlier we named Leaf.

Bran and I asked Lord Brynden so many questions, but he didn’t seem to mind them.

“Lord Brynden, I’ve been having these dreams, strange dreams,” I confess, “They fell more and more real every time I have them…what does that mean for me?”

“You are a dragon dreamer,” He told me, “you can foresee parts of the future, prophetic dreams. Like how Daenys foresaw the doom of Valyria. Your dreams are true. Do not fear what you see..” I actually liked the lectures he gave me on dragon dreams, he made me understand them more.

Bran started to learn how to warg into the ravens that lived in the cave. I wanted to try, but I’m not that powerful. When he flew for the first time, he ran into the wall. He came back and said that he felt a woman was inside the bird, but Lord Brynden explained there are many different parts of people from the past that live on in them. He tried flying again and he was a natural.

The more days that passed by, the more Jojen grew weaker. It was depressing seeing him that way. “He wants to go home,” Meera told us as we sat around a small fire, “I know he does, he won’t even try to fate his fate!”

“He’s staying strong,” Bran said. “Being brave.”

“No,” Meera said. “He’s being stupid…all I have ever hoped was to make it here, but now I’m starting to wonder why even come…”

That made us sad, “his greendreams.” Bran answered. “Yeah. Those.” Meera said bitterly. We could see tears in her eyes. “Meera, come on don’t cry!” I told her. She got up and walked away crying in the dark tunnel. She continued to grow colder towards everyone after that, but we knew it was just her emotions getting the best of her.

After much time of warging and skin changing, Lord Brynden said it was time. “Time for what?” Bran asked. “For you to know what it is to be a greenseer,” he replied. Leaf came up to Bran with a bowl and spoon, “eat this.”

Inside was a white paste, thick and heavy, with dark red veins running through it. (A Dance with Dragons - Bran III)

It honestly looked worse than the acorn paste we had. The singers claimed it to be “a paste of weir wood seeds”, though I had a hard time believing it, so did Bran. “And…eating this will make me a greenseer?” He asked the pale lord. “You are already one, all it will do is strengthen your power and wed you to the trees.” The look on Bran’s face was sad. “Look,” I told him, getting a bit of the paste on my finger and licking it, “see it isn’t so bad.” Bran knew I was obviously lying, I couldn’t even describe the taste.

At first bite he took looked rough, but then he chowed the rest of it down. The singers and the raven told him to close his eyes and slip his skin into the roots of the trees. It must have worked because Bran was gone for about a minute. He gasped once he came back. “What did you see?” I asked him. “It was Winterfell, I saw my father! He was there!” He said. The raven explained to us that Bran travelled back in time and saw Lord Stark through the eyes of the weir wood tree in the godswood. “Can I see him again?” Bran asked. “Once you master your abilities you’ll be able to go and see whatever you wish.”

It was time for all of us to rest, but Bran and I stayed up for a while in his chamber. “Tsireya,” he said, “I don’t know if I can do this.” “What do you mean?” I asked him, “you are getting stronger, more powerful! You are finally getting the hang of it!”

“But he said I’ll wed to the trees,” Bran said lowly, “I don’t want to marry a tree! I…I’d rather wed…a girl and…become a knight!”

“Hey,” I told him, taking his hand, “the raven chose you to take up his role for a reason, you are strong and brave, look around! We even made it through the haunted forest to get here. You probably didn’t notice, but you didn’t even need to touch the roots just to travel through time! You aren’t the prince that yielded his kingdom, you are Prince Brandon Stark, the winged wolf.”

“You always know how to make me feel better,” Bran smiled, “don’t forget he wanted you with me for a reason too, your dreams that is.”

“I’ve never even had different dreams since the fall,” I admitted, “they just get more and more real. Now, I feel a little strange. Maybe I shouldn’t have tasted that paste…”

“I don’t know, maybe you’ll get something different next time,” Bran said. “Let’s go to bed.”

After that night, I’ve been getting more different dreams! I even dreamt of a dragon flying over King’s Landing, but it didn’t look like the same dragon as the ones I would usually dream of. I’ve mainly been dreaming of Daenerys, I saw her in Meereen ruling! Bran has been seeing fragments of the past, most of the time with Lord Brynden to guide him.

We continued to grow into adulthood. Bran had to cut his hair due to it being so long! I helped him cut it with a blade. He helped me cut mine too.

With Bran being gone with Lord Brynden, I would talk of my powers with Jojen and the singers. It made me happy to listen to Bran explaining to me what he saw, but it broke me hearing him wanting to go back to Winterfell to watch his father when he was a kid. I also liked to play fetch with Summer. I would hang around Meera sometimes, but she didn’t like to talk much.

“Jojen,” I said, tearing up, “You’re getting weaker as the days go by! You need help! Meera was right, you don’t even try to fight it..”

“No, do not weep over me, Princess.” He told me. “I gladly played my part to get you two here, I did it for you and the sake of the realm. I would gladly do it again.”

Before I could speak, Bran gasped and asked, “Why did you do that?” We all turned at him as he continued, “take me back, I want to go back!”

“No,” the raven replied.

“He heard me, when I called for him!”

“Perhaps, or maybe, it was just the wind he heard.”

“No, he heard me! I know it…please I want to go back.”

“Like I’ve said before, stay too long in the past, and you will never return. You will never be able to finish your training to become me.”

“I never asked to be you, I don’t want to be you! An old man stuck to a tree…”

“I don’t blame you…don’t forget Bran, I was once a man who lived his life. I had a family and had a woman that I loved. I didn’t ask for it either, but I took the responsibility anyway, because I knew I was meant to do it. You won’t be like me, stuck to a tree. But you must continue learn everything before you leave.”

One day, Lord Brynden told us more of the wights and the Night King, he wants to take over the world and make it an endless cold night. That scared me. “You two are a key importance to stop him,” he told us. He soon after took Bran and showed him how the came to be in the first place. “It was you,” Bran said to Leaf, “You created the Night King, the wight walkers!” “We were at war. We were being slaughtered. Our sacred trees cut down. We needed to defend ourselves,” Leaf said in defense.

“From who?” Bran asked.

“Men, you,” She replied before walking away.

That night, Bran and I were talking, “I want to find out more,” he told me, “I’m going to go.”

“But Bran,” I told him. “You can’t, you know you’re not supposed to without him.”

“It only take a little bit,” he said. “You should try it too. Let’s do it together.” He offered his hand to me, “maybe it will work for you.” I thought about and said, “okay, let’s try.” I took his hand and we entered the part of the cave the raven was in. We look at each other and nod before grabbing a root of the tree.

I look around and I don’t see Bran anywhere! “Bran?” I asked. All I see is pitch black! I suddenly hear a painful scream, I quickly turn around. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, it was my mother. She was in the water with her sister, my aunt, giving birth to me! “Push!” My aunt yelled. My mother let out a roar and pushed one last time. I watched as my aunt caught my baby self and gave me to my mother. “A beautiful and healthy girl,” she told her, tearing up. They swam closer to shore and sat on the sand. I cried as I watched my mother weep as she held me. “Please watch over my daughter, give her strength and magic,” my mother prayed to the Valyrian gods, “and let the sea always be by her side, Tsireya Targaryen...” She kissed my forehead and gave me to my aunt, “they’ll be here at any moment, take her and run, now!” My aunt hugged my mother and then took me away. I stayed and watched my mother continue to pray until the assassins showed up. “Where is your daughter?” They yelled. “You’ll never take her!” She replied, cursing them. One of them drew out their sword and swiped her neck clean off. “NO!” I screamed.

Bran’s POV (while Tsireya was having her vision)

I just woke up from my vision, there were wight walkers everywhere! And the Night King grabbed me. “He saw me!” I yelled. I look over at Tsireya, still not letting her hand go. “What have you done?” Lord Brynden asked me. “I didn’t mean to…” I replied.

“He touched you,” Jojen said weakly. “You have his mark.” I roll up my sleeve and see a red mark burn.

“He knows where we are now,” Lord Brynden said. “He’s coming.”

“We need to pack,” Meera said, gathering our things.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to-.”

I start to feel Tsireya’s hand moving, I look over at her and she’s shaking! The same way that Jojen used to! What frightened me more was that hers was much worse. “Tsireya!” I cried out. I quickly moved her other hand from the root of the tree and laid her down on the ground. Summer ran next to me and whined for her. Hodor wouldn’t stop “hodoring” as he watched from a far. Meera ran to the other side of Tsireya’s body and helped her the same way she did with Jojen. “Shhh, it’s okay,” Meera told her. “We’re here, Tsireya. We are with you,” I joined in. “Kostilus gaomagon daor morghūljagon. Gaomagon daor henujagon nyke. Nyke jorrāelagon ao…(Please, don’t die. Don’t leave me. I need you…)” I continued to hold her hand, I never let it go, not even while I had my vision. I kissed her hand. Oh gods, please don’t let this be the day she dies…

Her eyes opened wide and she began to cough. Meera helped me sit her up saying, “thank goodness you’re okay!” Summer wagged his tail and licked her face. Tsireya didn’t say a word and immediately went to tears. I don’t know what it was she saw, but it must have been terrible. I’ve never seen her cry like this before. “Hey, don’t cry…” I told her, “you’re back, we’re here for you.”

She first looked at Meera, “t-thank you…” she said, hugging her. After Meera got up and continued packing, she turned to me and gave me a tighter hug, “oh Bran!” She said, “I…I saw my mother…she gave birth to me but then she- she-.” “I’m so sorry, Tsireya…” I told her, “I shouldn’t have made you do it.”

“She tasted the paste,” the pale lord said, “and was able to see the past. You disobeyed me, going somewhere you shouldn’t have. But now we mustn’t waste time, the Night King is coming. You need to become me.”

“But am I ready?” I asked. A singer, Snowlocks, walked up to us with something in her hand. At first glance, it looked like a chunk of snowy ice. Once we looked closer, it looked like an egg. “Is that…,” Tsireya started to ask. “An ice dragon egg?” I asked, finishing her sentence. “Yes, for you,” Snowylocks told me. “Me? Why me? What do I know of dragons let alone ice ones!” I told her. “Be not afraid, you will need this dragon, in the future. You will bond with it. As she will with hers.” She told me, looking over at Tsireya’s bag she was wearing, “they won’t be eggs forever.”

“I have taught you a lot, but that might just not be enough…now come with me.” Lord Brynden said.

I wanted to stay with Tsireya, but she turned her head to me saying, “go, I’ll be fine.” She sniffled, “I have to help the others get ready to leave anyway.” I nod and let go of her hand. Suddenly my eyes go white.

Tsireya’s POV

We tried packing as fast as we could, the Night King could be here at any second! Bran and Lord Brynden have been gone for a while. “Guys,” Meera said, “we can finally go home! Well, not home but somewhere that isn’t here.”

“Yes,” I agreed, “finally!”

“We’ll actually have good, well-cooked food!” Meera said.

“Hodor,” Hodor chuckled.

“I could really go for egg,” she told him, “how do you like ‘em? Boiled? Fried up with some butter?”

“Hodor,” he replied.

“And you,” I said to Jojen, “you will finally be able to get help and back on your feet again.”

“Tsireya-.” Jojen began to say. We all heard a noise outside of the front cave. Meera and I run as fast as we could to see. The singers were already outside looking. It was a whole army of dead, wights, and the Night King stood in front of them. “You must take Bran and go!” Leaf yelled to us. We both ran back inside and tried to finish gathering our belongings. Jojen tried to help as well but he was too weak to go fast.

I run to Bran’s body, shaking it, “Bran, wake up we need to leave!”

Hodor stopped helping us and sat in the corner, rocking back and forth.

We can hear explosions coming from outside. The singers run in telling us they set fire around the cave, but the wights and the Night King were still capable of coming in. Usually, I was against Bran warging in Hodor unless for emergencies, because I could tell Hodor didn’t like it very much, but this was definitely an emergency! Hodor was too scared to move or doing anything! “Bran, we need you to warg Hodor!” I said, shaking him. “Bran!” A singer gave us a sledge for us to pull Bran with, “lay him on this, he will be gone for a while.” I nod and drag Bran’s body onto it. “Bran, please warg Hodor, if you can hear me!” I look back at Hodor and watch as Bran wargs him. He gets up and helps us gather food. The best we could get was mushroom, white fish from the river, and cheese from the goats that the singers had.

A wight crashes through the ceiling of the cave, the singers tried to fight it off. Then, another one crashed in! Summer tackled at it, protecting us. The first two wights were killed, but more were entering the cave. Some singers got killed trying to protect us. The rest of us threw dragon glass spears at the walkers killing some of them. “There’s too many,” Leaf said, “you must leave now!”

Bran, inside of Hodor, drags the sledge to the back exit of the cave. I double check my bag to make sure the eggs are in there and then grab Jojen’s hand, “come on!” Jojen wouldn’t move, “no, I must stay here to protect you.” “What?!” Meera and I asked. “You are coming with us!” Meera yelled. “No, this is where my story ends…now go!” He commanded, “I love you, all of you…”I took Meera’s hand and ran with her. We then noticed Summer not leaving too, “Summer no!” I screamed. I watched in horror as Summer jumped at the wights sacrificing himself. I began to tear up, we couldn’t bare watching Jojen die so we just ran to catch up with Bran and Hodor.

At the end of the cave, Bran was trying to bust the door open. Leaf caught up with us, “You both must leave and never look back!” She stopped running with us and used her fire bomb to explode the herd of the dead that was chasing us. I grew to like the singers, seeing them die made me sad.

We busted the door open and went outside. It wasn’t even the same beautiful scenery anymore, just dark and gloomy. I quickly placed my bag next to Bran’s body. Meera and I began pulling the sledge as Hodor stayed behind.

“Come on, Hodor!” I told him.

Hodor put his back against the door, blocking it, “Hodor!” Something deep down was telling me that Hodor was telling us to go on without him…

“But-.”

“Hodor!”

The dead reached the door at the other side, scratching and banging on it. Hodor still held the door. It was so much of them, about over a hundred, the door started to open. We could see their hands coming out of it, scratching at Hodor.

“Hold the door!” Meera yelled, as we kept pulling Bran away. “Keep holding it!”

“Thank you Hodor!” I yelled, “We love you!”

We heard one last “Hodor” and that was it. Everything went so wrong so fast. Bloodraven, the singers, Jojen, Summer, and now Hodor. Gone. Gone forever. I can’t believe it…

As we were dragging the sledge, I heard a strange noise. It was coming from my bag! I look inside and gasp, the eggs were hatching!

“Oh gods,” Meera said.

My egg, hatched and the dragon was as small as a lizard. It was beautiful. The dragon was, primarily, slightly darker than a baby blue color and had secondary silver markings. Its crest was silver and had pale blue wings.

Bran’s dragon egg hatched, it was beautiful too. It was much paler than mine, a pale blue crystal color with white markings. It had translucent wings.

I didn’t understand though, why hatch now?

We kept on pulling and we made it into the haunted forest again. We were exhausted. We both dropped into the snow, breathing in and out fast. We could hear the dead getting closer. Meera began to weep, “it’s no use, they’re here!” We both went to Bran’s body and used ourselves as shields to protect him. I look down at the baby dragons, they tilted their heads curiously like pups, “I’m so sorry…” I whisper to them. They both began to screech, sounded like crying.

I look at Bran, who’s eyes are still white. I place my hand on his cheek, “Bran, come back. Please.” I few seconds later, his eyes were back to normal. His face was filled with guilt and sorrow, “Guys, they…they found us.” We all look around as the dead surround us. We all huddled together, preparing to die, until someone on a great elk came to our rescue! He extended a chain that had fire at the end of it, killing them off. He sort of looked like Coldhands. We all looked up at him confused, “Who are you?”

“You all must come with me, now! The dead do not rest!”

We agreed to go with him, we took our belongings and go on the elk’s back. I was surprised that the elk was able to carry all of us, but if Hodor or Jojen were here, they wouldn’t have fit. I miss them.

We rode away from the dead and set camp. Meera and I had our guard up, not knowing if we should completely trust the man. He cooked rabbit for us and gave us the cooked meat. Bran laid his back against a tree as he held his baby dragon. “Do they eat rabbit?” Bran asked me. I gave my dragon a piece of the cooked rabbit and it ate it, “I think as long as the meat is cooked, they’ll eat anything they want.” He nodded and fed his dragon the meat.

Bran looked up at the mysterious person, “who are you?”

The man unmasked himself and the two of us gasp, “Uncle Benjen?” His face was gray with blemishes.

“What happened to you?” I asked.

“The last letter Jon wrote to me said you were lost beyond the wall!” Bran said.

He explained to us that his ranging party were attacked by white walkers and one stabbed him in the gut with their sword. The singers found him and stopped him from turning with their magic by using dragon glass and plunging it into his heart.

“You are the three-eyed raven now.” He told Bran.

“He taught me as much as he could,” Bran said, “but I still don’t feel like I am ready…”

“You will learn to control it before the Night King comes. You will be ready for him,” he then looks at me, “the both of you…”

We travelled with Uncle Benjen to the wall. We were almost there, but we stopped as we found a weirwood tree. “This is where I leave you,” he said. “But can’t you come with us?” I asked.

“The Wall is not just ice and stone. Ancient spells were carved into its foundations. Strong magic to protect men from what lies beyond. And while it stands, the dead cannot pass. I cannot pass,” he explained.

When Meera asked where he would go, he responded saying that he would do what he could to fight during the Long Night.

“Thank you, Uncle Benjen.” Bran said, sadly.

He nodded saying, “I wish all of you good fortune.” He jumped onto his elk and left.

Bran looked back at the weirwood tree and reached his hand out to it to have more visions. Meera and I stopped him asking, “are you sure you’re ready to do this?”

“I am the three-eyed raven now, I have to do this,” he replied. His touched the tree and his eyes went white.

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Ice & Fire ༄ pt. 7 (Bran Stark x Targaryen oc fanfic)

⋇ Chapter 7: Craster’s Keep ⋇

Tsireya’s POV

I don’t even know how many days we’ve been walking for. It’s been so long, I didn’t realize how much I’ve grown.

My skin got darker, and my eyes were more clearly brown. My body was more developed as well. I’m slowly becoming a woman, more like my mother. I think the others started to notice too. At times I’d catch the boys staring at me.

I wasn’t the only one growing though. Bran was growing taller, looking more mature. He was taller than me now as well. He was 14 now, only older than me by a month. His skills in warging grew stronger as well, even warging in Hodor at times, a human. With him being gone so much, I grew closer with the Reeds, especially Jojen. We liked to talk about history, specifically Targaryen history.

We continued on with our journey, Jojen said that we had to go find the three-eyed raven Bran saw in his dreams. The farther North we got, the more colder it was. Osha was also right, we’ve seen different creatures that she mentioned was beyond the wall.

I’ve been scared for Bran recently. He likes to warg into Summer a lot. At times, it’s like he would rather be Summer than human. One day, Bran warged into Summer far too long.“You can wake him up now,” Jojen told me. “He’s been gone far too long.”

I quickly get up and start shaking Bran’s body. “Bran.” There’s no response. I shake him harder, “Bran!” Still nothing. “Bran!” I screamed. He suddenly wakened, panting. He got angry with me, “why did you wake me?”

“You were gone for days!” I shout.

“I was hungry…”

“We’re all hungry,” Meera states.

“Well I was just eating!”

“No,” Jojen corrects him. “Summer was eating. Your body can't live on the food your wolf consumes. Spending too much time in Summer's skin is dangerous. You're not a direwolf, Bran.”

Meera offers Bran morsels to eat. He quickly snatched them from her hands and devoured them.

“Bran, if you stay inside Summer for too long you’ll forget what it is to be human…” Jojen warns him.

Bran continued chewing, as if he wasn’t listening to Jojen at all. Angry, I sit in front of Bran making him look me in the eyes.

“Bran, Rȳbagon naejot zirȳla, (Bran, listen to him)” I said. “Kesā nārhēdegon tolvie run, tolvys. Aōha raqirossa. Aōha lentor. Nyke, gaomagon ao drējī jaelagon bona? (You will forget every thing, everyone. Your friends. Your family. Me, do you truly want that?)”

We haven’t spoken in Valyrian to each other in a while, he knew I was being serious. He stared deeply into my eyes, realizing how he’s been acting. “Daor, dōrī,” he replied, placing his hand on mine. “I’m sorry, I just got carried away…” He promised me that he wouldn’t warg into Summer for too long anymore.

I’ve had my own fair share of magic abilities. Recently, I’ve been finding myself hearing voices in my dreams sometimes. I keep seeing dragons in my dreams too. Now, the dreams were back stronger.

In the middle of walking, we find a weirwood tree with a face on it. It reminded me of the one that was in the godswood in Winterfell. Bran reached his hand out to the tree and touched it, making him have a vision. After the vision was done, he lead the rest of the way.

One night, I couldn’t sleep. “What’s wrong?” I heard a voice ask. My eyes leave the fire and I turn to see Jojen. “I don’t know,” I admit. “I’m just lost.”

“About what?”

“Myself.”

“What’s there to be lost about? You are Tsireya Targaryen. The daughter of dragons. You are blood of the houses that survived the doom! Blood of Old Valyria.”

“I feel them Jojen, I can hear them, see them.”

“Who?”

“Dragons,” I whisper. “I see them them in my sleep. I can feel the flames of their fire and the cold of their ice breath. I don’t know. I’ve always been seeing that same strange dream, since the fall. It’s even more powerful and feels more real now. I want to learn what they mean.”

“You are more powerful than you think,” he tells me, moving closer. “Your egg knows it too.”

“How did you-.”

“I just know,” he answered. “It won’t be an egg forever.” I take my egg out of the bag and stare at it. “When we get to the raven, I’m sure he’ll explain everything.”

“So, you really think I’m special?”

“I know so,” he said, he placed his hand on my cheek. “My princess..”

Jojen leaned his face closer to mine and kissed me. I was surprised, but I didn’t want to push away. As soon as I close my eyes, I saw something strange. I saw Bran! Shocked, I pushed away from him, blushing extremely hard.

“I’m sorry…” I apologize.

“It’s okay, I shouldn’t have done that,” he said wrapping his arm around me. “I apologize.”

“I didn’t hate it though…” I smile, blushing.

Jojen chuckled, “we should get some rest, okay?”

“Okay.”

We both go to sleep. Ever since that night, I was a lot more shy with Jojen and he liked to flirt to tease me. Bran has also been a bit cold towards me though, I wonder what’s wrong. As we set up our camp, I ask Bran if we could talk.

We go a bit farther into the cold forest so we can be alone.

“Skoros iksis jāre va? (What’s going on)” I ask him. “skoro syt issi ao issare hae bisa? (Why are you being like this)”

“Pār skori gōntan ao rȳbagon? (Since when did you care)” he snapped back. “You were talking with Jojen just fine before but all of a sudden you’re thinking of me?”

“What does Jojen have to do with this?”

“I saw- well- ugh!” He said, starting to walk away. “Just forget it..”

“No!” I said, stopping his tracks. “No, Bran I want to talk-.”

We hear a strange noise. It sounded like…a baby?

“Did you hear that?” He asked. I nod, “We should go back to the others.”

We go back to the camp and ask them if they heard the same thing. They all agreed.

“I’m going to go check it out,” Bran said.

“Wait,” I tell him, placing my hand on his chest. “What if it’s dangerous?”

“I’ll be okay, trust me.”

Bran wargs into Summer and we watch as the wolf disappeared into the darkness. After a couple of minutes, Bran jumps out of no where. I run to him, holding his hand, “are you okay? What happened?”

“I-It’s Summer, he’s hurt in a trap!” He tells me. “I think they have Jon’s direwolf too, they have Ghost!”

We left the camp to find Summer. Bran led the way, knowing where to go. We finally found the location that was holding Summer and Ghost captive. We hide where no one could see us.

“It’s the Night’s Watch,” Bran said. “Look. Jon might be here.”

“If he were here, why would they have his wolf locked up?” Meera asked.

I stayed silent as I watched the women there, they looked absolutely miserable! Meera and I got the chills as we watched a woman whimpering as one of the men grabbed her.

“I don’t think this place is safe.” I whisper, feeling scared.

Jojen remained silent, he was more quiet than usual.

“We need to go.” Meera said.

“No!” Bran protested.

“Bran, we need to leave.”

“Not without Summer!”

“Bran’s right,” I agreed. “We can’t leave him here!”

Meera sighed, “do you remember where he was?”

“The east side of the keep.” Bran answered.

Meera gets up, “if I’m not back soon, we’ll meet-.” Meera suddenly gets knocked out, dropping to the ground.

“Hodor!” Hodor said, standing up. Before he could do anything, two men pointed their swords at him.

Oh great, we’re surrounded.

The men throw us into the hall tying our hands and legs together. Bran and I were placed against the wall while Meera and Jojen were more in the middle.

We could all hear poor Hodor getting tortured right outside. I start to breath hard, trying not to panic. I am Tsireya Targaryen. I am blood of the dragon, blood of Old Valyria, blood of the Conqueror himself.

Saying that in my head reminded me of someone, Daenerys. I haven’t heard from her in so long. The last time we wrote to each other I was only 10. I wouldn’t be surprised if she were dead, us Targaryen can’t be happy in this world.

I heard Bran whisper, “hey, it’s going to be okay.”

“Bran, I’m so scared.” I confessed. “What are we going to do?”

“I don’t know,” he answered honestly. “In case we don’t make it…I shouldn’t have spoken to you that way earlier. You didn’t deserve that, I’m so sorry. I was the one who was always gone, pushing you away, yet I lashed out on you. I’m a horrible friend.”

“No Bran,” I tell him. “I wasn’t talking to you as much as I did before and I am sorry. You are my family, my Prince…”

Before Bran could respond, the men drag Hodor inside with us. A man, holding a skull in his hand like a wine cup, walks in. One of his minions, it seemed, called him Karl. Karl bends his knees to lower his level to Bran’s. He notices what Bran was wearing under his fur, “this is nice,” he said, touching it. “Fine leather, you’re definitely no wildling.”

I look around the room and see some of the women. A lot of them were bruised badly.

“You’re important, highborn,” Karl continued. “Who are you?”

Bran remained silent with a slight smirk on his face.

Turning quick to anger, Karl stood up and then slapped Bran on the face hard, making his lip bleed, “You see, where I come from, a commoner like me slaps a little lord like you, I’d lose my right hand..”

“Hey!” I yelled. “Leave him alone!”

“Look what we have here,” he said, moving in front of me, “and the little lord’s lady I assume.”

I didn’t respond.

“You look important too,” he chuckled. “You don’t sound like you are from around here…untie her.” The men did as he said and brought me up to my feet. They had a tight grip on me so I wouldn’t try anything. He looked at my hair, “I like your hair.” He began to stroke it with a creepy smirk on his face, “beautiful, silver hair…I could have sons with hair like yours…” chills travelled down my spine.

I look over at Bran, he looked furious, but he knew he couldn’t do anything about it.

Karl looks at Meera, “you’re hair reminds me of my mother, beautiful, soft curls…” Meera didn’t say anything. “Tell me ladies, what are you fancy looking folks doing this far in the woods?” My eyes stared into his, not saying a word.

“Four highborn hostages,” he said, walking away from me, circling us. “That’s a lot of mouths to feed-.”

Jojen starts to shake violently again, freaking the men out. This can’t be good. Meera started to move towards her brother until Karl dragged her back by the hair, “come here!”

“Let me help him,” she pleaded. “Please!”

“Who are you?”

Karl signaled for one of the men to point their sword at me, “who are you?!”

“I’m Brandon Stark!” Bran shouted. “Prince Brandon Stark of Winterfell!”

“He’s Jon Snow’s brother,” one of the men said. Karl drops Meera and she quickly goes to Jojen.

“This is going to be interesting…” Karl smirked. He looks over at me, “you would make a nice addition to my women here. A foreign slave…”

“I am not your slave or your anything!” I snap back, “I am blood of the dragon, Aegon the Conqueror, blood of Old Valyria! If you even try to raise a hand to me, it will be the last time that you have hands and fire will reign upon you!”

The men went silent until they all bursted out laughing at me. I roll my eyes.

“I like her,” Karl told them. “She’s got that fire in her…take her to the other room.” The men yank me to follow them.

“No!” Bran yelled. “Don’t you dare touch her!”

My eyes don’t leave Bran’s, “Bran!” I shout on fear.

“Tsireya!”

Bran’s POV

Oh no, they took Tsireya away…what am I going to do? I never should have yelled at her earlier like that. If I knew this would happen, I never would have spoken to her that way…

The four of us remained in the hall, thinking. I could have sworn I heard a noise, but once I turned my head, it was only the lantern outside moving.

“We must let nothing stop you,” Jojen said.

“They’ve already stopped me,” I replied. “I mean look at me, a Prince who yielded his kingdom, and now a Prince who can’t even protect his friends…Tsireya..”

“She’ll be fine,” he told me. “She’s stronger than you think.”

“I’m still worried for her…” I said. “We need to get her out of there…if that man were to…to…you know, I’d never forgive myself. Because I-I care for her.”

Jojen begins to cough. “You need water,” Meera said.

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Of course it matters!”

“This isn’t about me,” Jojen told Meera. “It’s about getting Bran to the three-eyed raven…Tsireya too.” He looks at me, “you’re far from here, at the hill. A great weirwood tree. The three of us in here are only to guide you. You have to make it, both of you.”

I nod, starting to have more hope, “we will.”

Tsireya’s POV

I was taken to a different room with a whole lot more women. They all gasped once they saw m get thrown to the ground. After the men left, I asked the women, “what is this place?”

“Craster’s Keep…we’ll it used to be his until Karl took over,” the eldest woman told me, “I’m so sorry child, he’ll come soon and take you as his.”

“No,” I refused, “I’ll fight him if I have to!”

“He’s too strong…”

I didn’t want to cry, but tears started to form in my eyes. There wasn’t any point in running out, his men are everywhere! Maybe this is the end…I desperately look for anything to defend myself with. The best I could see was a rock, so I grabbed it and put it in my pocket.

Karl walks into the room, “Now where were we?”

I don’t say a word.

“I bet you’re hungry, aren’t you?” He asked me, holding a bowl of chicken.

I was actually pretty hungry. Without saying a word, I nod in response.

“If you be a good girl for me I’ll let you have one, can you do that?”

I nod again, standing up slowly. He chuckled, “good, now come here.”

I walk slowly to him and get very close, not breaking eye contact, “thank you for the food sir..” I slowly reach into my pocket.

He smirks creepily and placed his hand on my cheek, “there’s the respect I want..” he leans in closer for a kiss.

Before our mouths touched, I whacked him across the head with the rock. He screamed alerting two of his men to run inside. He slapped me across the face so hard I fell down.

“You little bitch!” He shouted. “Grab her now!” The two men grabbed both of my arms.

“Take her back to her friends, they’ll be in for a treat,” he said.

The women gasped saying, “no!”

“You all shut it!”

They dragged me back into the room with the others.

Bran’s face immediately went scared, noticing the red hand mark on my cheek, “Tsireya!”

“Bran!” I yell.

The men chain my hands above my head, letting the rest of my body hang.

“Hodor!” Hodor yelled in concern.

“Leave her alone!” Meera said.

“When I’m through with this one, you’ll be next,” Karl replied to her. He then turned to Bran saying, “your little silver haired lady over here disobeyed me, so now, you’re going to sit there…and watch what I’m going to do to her..”

I was shocked to see the look on Bran’s face, he looked like he wanted to commit murder.

“You will do no such thing,” Bran threatened him, “your time will be up soon.”

“We saw you,” Jojen joined in, “we saw you burn in a fire…the snow falling to bury your bones…” I could tell Karl was a bit shaken up from what they said.

Karl turns back to me with lust in his eyes, “be a good girl and don’t squirm.” I shut my eyes, preparing for what would happen.

Before he could take my clothes off, one of his men from outside barged in, “It’s the Night’s Watch!” They both immediately leave to go fight.

I let out a huge sigh of relief, so did Bran. “Are you okay?” He asked me.

“Yes, I’m okay..” I smile, “but if we don’t get out of here, he’ll come back!”

“But how?” Meera asked.

Suddenly, a man of the Night’s Watch comes in and goes to Bran to untie him, The rescue party is here lads…and ladies.”

“Is Jon with you?” Bran asked.

“Aye,” he answered. “I’ll take you to him.”

We all look at each other, not sure what to think.

“You’re Brandon Stark?” He asked. Bran didn’t respond.

“We’re going to go ride-.”

Bran started yelling Jon’s name until the man cut his leg and covered his mouth, “keep talking, and I’ll cut your friends’ throats. Starting with the girl.” He said looking over at me, “Do you understand?” Bran nods. He started to carry Bran away as I screamed for him.

Hodor started moving back and forth, panicking.

“What do we do?” I asked Meera looking down at her.

“I…I don’t know.”

Hodor’s eyes for a moment go white and then back to normal. Though, it didn’t seem like it was Hodor. It was Bran! I have to admit, Hodor with an angry face was extremely scary. He was able to break loose from his chains and he quickly unchained me before going after his body.

I untie Meera and Jojen, “I’ll be right back!” I run to the other women to warn them, “you all need to leave!”

They all remained still, scared. “Do you guys want to live in this hell hole or do you want to be free? Come on!” I yell. They all start to run outside together. I follow after them until I hear a man go, “hey, you there!” Before I knew it, he tackled me to the ground and straddled me. “What do you think you’re doing?” He asked me. “You’re going to pay-.” A sword goes right through his mouth, making his blood go on my face. After I pushed the lifeless body off of me, I look up and see Bran! He honestly looked just as shocked as I was. “Bran?” I asked. For once, instead of his eyes being cold, I saw fire. I didn’t even notice how much I was blushing.

“I-Issi ao sȳz?” He asked me, dropping the bloody sword. He grabbed my shoulders, “Gōntan ziry ōdrikagon ao, Tsireya?!”

“Daor…” I answer. Before he could say anything else, the rest of the gang comes over.

“We need to leave,” Jojen said.

“But Jon is here!” Bran protested, “I want to talk to him-.”

“He’d never let you go see the raven,” Jojen said.

“But..he’s my brother.”

“I know it’s hard Bran, but you need to make your choice.”

Bran stood in silence and then said, “we need to let Summer out of the trap. Then we need to go.”

We all nod and go back to our camp. It was hard for all of us to sleep after all of that. The others finally went to sleep, but I was still awake. I held my egg close to the fire, staring at the flames.

“What’s wrong?” Bran asked me, “can’t sleep?”

“No.” I answer.

“How are you feeling.?”

“I’m still a bit shaken up,” I replied. “For a moment I really thought it was the end.”

“When he took you away, I was so afraid,” he confessed. “Afraid that he would…would- and I just sat there.”

“Oh Bran don’t-.”

“No, he was going to have his way with you as I sat there! When there was nothing I could even do about it…gods he was so close..ever since I was little all I wanted to be was a knight. How can I even be one if I can’t always protect you?”

“Sure, you weren’t able to help me, but that wasn’t your fault Bran!” I tell him, moving closer to take his hand. “But then you saved me from that other man, no one has ever done anything like that for me before…you were so brave,” I lightly blush, “my brave Prince…my knight” I look down at Bran’s cut and rip a piece of my cloth to wrap it around his thigh.

Bran started to turn red, “well w-who wouldn’t have done it…? Just seeing him on top of you like that, I don’t know, something just came over me.”

I place my head on his shoulder and whisper, “I don’t know what I’d do without you Bran.”

He smiled and wrapped his arm around me, “same here, you were with me every step of the way. I appreciate you so much for that.”

I held my egg close to me as I slept on Bran’s shoulder, he fell asleep with his arm around me, keeping me warm.

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