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This taken from a story I liked but I didn't like how it changed and ended so I altered it a bit . i. “ we were promised a Targaryen Princess ,“ Lord Cregan voice booms , bouncing of the walls “ Your grace no longer wishes to hold the pack ? “ Rhaenyra sighs, “I have no daughters. Unless you want my brother`s daughter, then I have no Princess to give. “ “ A Princess is always a Princess . “ . The Knowing look in the man`s eyes set the Queen on edge. “The Pact of ice and fire must survive Your grace. “ And they bring the Princess before the Winter lord, the shy child keeping her head down, Lord Stark puts two finger under the child chin. “Look at me child. “ ii. It is a relief to have her brother`s child gone from under her roof. Rhaenyra thanks the Seven her son had such an idea. No she may produce a female of her own and see to securing the line of her dynasty. Only her sweet Aegon is morose and quiet, displeased that they have taken the little girl, who trailed after him. “It`s better, you should have an Alysanne or a Rhaenys of your own my son “she tells, seeking to ease the grief. In his childishness, the boy demands his cousin back. “Never her, Aegon “ iii She is barely two and ten when Rickon Stark wraps the grey of his house , Jaehaera looks up into his eyes , he is much taller than her , They must look quite the match , he is a giant , she is a dwarf , But then Rickon bends down picks her up and spins her in circles . Jaehaera laughs, she is dizzy by the time he sets her down. “ My Lord “ her head resting on his arm “ don`t let me fall . “ “ I will never let you fall , “he promises , the red eyes of the weirwood on them . Iv Winterfell is rather cold. Her newest Good sister is weeping, no doubt in hunger, Jaehaera wishes something could be done for the child , Mariah Stark is motherless , as motherless as Jaehaera herself , Alysanne Blackwood is dying in her bed , the life flowing out of her . Rocking the child gently , Jaehaera waits her husband to come . Rickon slips in , behind him the wet-nurse , she hands him the child , he gently picks him and he silently observes his son , he hands him to the wet-nurse she takes off the towels to see the gender and he starts wailing so she covers him , her face takes a light “ he is a boy m`lord .” Rickon smiles adding “and seems to like the heat like his mother. “then he takes his son, Jaehaera smiling proudly “he also has your stature, he`s eyes are closed we will see if he has your eyes. “ She makes a face, he laughs and hands his heir to the wet-nurse “put him in warm chambers. “ She nods and heads off. V a mother of five after her firstborn, made Winterfell filled with Starks a sight not seen since the Starks bent the knee; she always seems to catch his seed. At eight and ten she is a mother. V I . She is one and twenty when Queen Rhaenyra dies; Lord Cregan says they are all to attend the funeral. Jaehaera and Rickon are closely tied that they seem like the same person. Her meek thin big grey eyed son is wary of the place she encourages him and he almost memorizes half of the keep`s library. The Queen is dead. Long live the King. The King is no longer a child, Jaehaera smiles at her cousin and waits for him to approach “My Lady “he greets her. She introduces her son “this is Alaric Stark, my son, the heir to Winterfell. “ Jaehaera whispers “ this is your Uncle , the new King . “ her child bows saying “ your grace . “ the King smiles warmly “ he has your stature and your eye shape . “ her cousin asks “ do you like swordplay . “ he shakes his head “ tis heavy and I find it brutish . “ the Kings nods “ so you are a book eater . “Jaehaera puts her hand on her child shoulder, smiling with pride “since he came he didn`t leave the library for only minutes. “her cousin says “he also has the family`s love for books!”Jaehaera looks stoically as the Queens body burns in the pyre , she held’s her husband waist and he puts one hand on her waist , she no longer has reason to stay in the castle her aunt made her leave “ we will leave soon . “ assured Rickon . Once they are alone her husband spins her in circles “You are a goddess among women ,” he tells her putting her back down her feet “I suppose I`m . “ replies Jaehaera , laughter bubbling on her lips , once more he kisses her cheeks “ You are truly the best woman I `ve ever known . “ V I I Shaera Stark is born when winter comes. The first snowflakes have started their descent and the sweet baby cries. Jaehaera kisses the crown of her head and Rickon sweeps in and takes the child in his arms. “How did I do husband, did I serve well?” Her words prompt a nod from her husband. “ She is beautiful, “he says, marveling at the tiny creature swaddled in blankets. “We will see if this one has your eyes.” Jaehaera smiles, removed the sweaty locks of her forehead. V I I I it is a girl and she opens her eyes to reveal orchid colour and Lord Cregan rejoices in his silent manner.