You became an orphan, niece to the King, you soon find yourself living in the Red Keep, and surrounded with more vipers than dragons. So he betrothed you to a recently widowed Cregan Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North.
And you found...
Warnings: Cursing, medieval and asoiaf customs, AGE GAP, Cregan is 12 years OLDER than reader), arranged marriage, dark magic!, intended infanticide, war and all that comes with it, death of secondary characters, mentions of murder and annilhilation, might miss some warnings
Notes: We are going to fast forward a couple of months
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Aemond was restless
Rhaenyra had not answered to the death of her son, except for the fact that numerous spies had come back to the capital with tales of meetings and reunions, and Lords calling their banners into war, and pledging their allegiance to Rhaenyra.... Lords that conformed more than half of the Crownlands...
The Greens had the Stormlands and the Eastlands... they needed the Riverlands, if they hold them... they will prevent the two biggest armies from coming down against the capital... the Northern army and the knights of the Vale
War was imminent
As all the Houses of the Crownlands falling to Rhaenyra's side, they needed to move
Harrenhal
Harrenhal was the destination for Vhagar and her rider, a small army had gone ahead to take the burned castle, and when Aemond arrived... He killed House Strong and all its members, children, the elderly, women, and men, all fell to his sword, and as the day ended, so did the house that was a banner to Aegon the Conqueror himself.
All of them, but one... Aemond spent two months in the company of Alys Rivers...
"I see him", she whispered, her dark green eyes looking at the flames in front of her, flaming green in the hearth, she threw herbs at the fire, and it burned even brighter, "he is far away though", Aemond came close to her, placing his hands in her hips, whispering in her ear
"Can you do it?", he asked darkly, leaving a wet kiss under her ear
"Babies, my love, are very difficult to bewitch", she moaned, as she didn't stop putting things in the fire, "you see, they are protected by things such as love, and innocence, and this one in particular...", she seemed to see something in the flames, "this baby in particular is protected by a very ancient energy", he stopped, looking at the fire as well, but he couldn't see anything in the flames
"What energy?", he asked, seriousness tightening his voice
"The Old Gods protect him from evil", she said softly, "and the love not only from his parents, but from his family, and the Lords and Ladies that follow house Stark, and... something else"
"He is some sort of magical baby?", he asked in a mocking tone
"No, my love, he is just... he has been expected not only by his father, but by many people on the realm of the North, their love and loyalty protect him", she said, but she couldn't hide the worry in her face
