"I raise up my voice—not so that I can shout, but so that those without a voice can be heard. … We cannot all succeed when half of us are held back."

-Malala Yousafzai

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Chapter 4 The princess, The North, and The Dragon

Aegon Targaryen

Aegon stood over the painted table to see the map of the seven kingdoms.

Frustrated by the winds not changing, but also, the guilt of his wife.

"Damn!" He fisted on the table in frustration.

Jon has a point.

Aegon was foolish and worse he repeated the same action of his bastard father with that whore Lyanna Stark!

He simply took her and worse one of his men was stupid enough to hit her in the head. He already executed that foolish more solid the night after they had returned.

Despite this event, he made a vow before any Gods, both old and new that he will be better than him.

Now he made things worse than before.

"Gods, what a big mess I have made."

Aegon sat down to the chair and briefly thought about his wife.

It was a simple ceremony.

Not much big commotion or anything.

Wedding flashback:

Aegon stood regent, but not to his Lord's hand Jon notice his tense nervous about it.

"Your grace, calm down."

"I am calm."

The Old Griffin just chuckled and say, "No, you not, but that's okay. All men have to go through this many times."

Everyone in the room grew quiet.

Lo and behold his bride.

She is being escorted by one of Aurane Waters since he was there and makes sense to have someone escorted her.

She is beautiful with such grace.

Aegon wished that his mother and sister could see his wedding.

Aegon snapped his eyes and look lazily at the painted table.

He sighs depressed at how he made things harder on himself by the choices he made.

Aegon needs to hurry.

He can only pray to the Gods that the winds will change soon.

Gunnel Targaryen Nee' Stark

Gunnel looked at the sea and ships are being prepared for her husband's conquest. Aegon, her husband AH!

She clenched her hand onto her head as it started to hurt.

She seemed to have fuzzy memories about a man whom she called, 'Papa.'

'Papa!' Her little legs ran up to him when he finally came home. He smiled and get off of his horse. He kneeled and lifts her into the air. His sigil is a snarling wolf. Wait! A Direwolf.

"My little golden pup."

He looks at him with such gentle eyes.

Flashback to her mind in the present with a gasp that has been out of her mouth. She snapped her eyes open from that memory. She felt her cheeks are wet. She realized that they were her tears.

"Ohh," She softly whispers.

Her hand is placed on her forehead in a daze like a state.

Who was he? Is he her father or someone from the North? His voice is rough deep like the ice. His accent is heavy. He called her his golden pup.

*Sound of lioness low roar

Gunnel turned and saw her beloved lioness that is still growing very well. Helen is closed to her above knee but still growing. Helen purred her as she rubbed her head on her hip.

Gunnel smiled with slight choked noise that is threatened to release.

She kneels and hugs her beloved beast. Helen allows her mistress for she knows she requires comfort.

"What 'Hic' should I do?" She sniffles and muffled her cries into Helen's fur.

Helen purrs gently for her mistress.

Gunnel cries more. She wanted to know. Why does she feel trapped in these fairy tales?

Who is she?

Perhaps she needs to sleep and lay down. There is no way she would be stressed out.

"Come, Helen," She guides Helen back into their chambers as Gunnel lay there to rest.

As Gunnel let Helen sleep on the side bed. She rests her eyes and all voices came to her mind.

"Papa!" A little girl's voice.

"Little pup." The kind fatherly voice.

"My little cub." An older man's voice.

"My winter lioness." A jolly voice.

"Hello, flower." A regal woman.

"Summer wolf." A boy's voice.

Gunnel knew it would be a long day of endless voice in her sleep.

Okay, I know that this brief, but don't worry more is to come.

I hope everyone is being safe from the virus. So, try your best.