Three Years later: (Cregans Pov)

"Wake up!" a voice shouted. I felt freezing cold water splash on my face as i jolted up. "What is wrong with you!" i shouted. "You have been sleeping all day! We've had breakfast without you. It's time for you to wake up."

"Lord... What is going on?" a voice mumbled from inside the sheets. Sarah gave me a deadly glare before ripping the covers off of me. It was then i remembered what i had gotten up to last night.

I remembered i had brought back one of the whores from the brothel back to my chambers. "Gods be good. Get out, now!" Sarah exclaimed. The woman grabbed her clothes and hurried out of the room.

There was a moment of silence between us. Then Sarah splashed another pile of water on me. I groaned in annoyance as i jumped out of bed. "That was unnecessary" i spat through gritted teeth.

"What is unnecessary is you whoreing and drinking every hour of the day! You will be lord of Winterfell one day. You better start acting like it" she said. I rolled my eyes and chugged back some warm ale that laid on my bedside table.

I saw Sarahs gaze slightly soften with sympathy. She gathered up my sword and placed it beside me. "You have cut you hair" she said. "Yes well... I prefer it short" i said. She nodded. "And you have gotten a black eye" she mumbled.

I sighed trying to ignore her. "Where did you get that, Cregan?" she said more sternly. "Some cunt at the ale house wished to illicit anger from me... He got his wish" i said jokingly. I shuffled uncomfortably thinking about the man's words from the night before.

"They brought up the princess Alysanne again?" she asked almost afraid to speak her name. I bit my tongue. "Yes... And what about it?" i mumbled. "You defended her name i presume?" she said.

"Yes" i said coldly. "What did they say?" she asked. I was slowly loosing my patience. The truth was, i did not wish to speak about her. I haven't spoken nor seen her since that dreadful day. They don't allow you to send ravens to the Sept of Baelor.

I'm guessing that was the kings wishes. Dreadful cunt he is. "The usual. Questioning me about her whereabouts... And her honour" i said. Many men and women have heard about the ordeal. Yet none knew to the full extent of what happened, so there was bound to be questions.

I get the usual questions. Some believe she was shipped off to a whore house in Dorne because she tried to murder the king. I don't know who came up with that one.

But last night was the worst one yet. A man from the Riverlands asked me how good of a hump she was... So i broke his jaw... Along with all his fingers. It was an eventful night to say the least.

"Well i'm glad you defended her. But i'm not glad about your eye" she said with genuine concern. I chuckled. "You should see the other guy" i said.

Sarah let out a small laugh which was quickly replaced with a frown. "You miss her? Do you not?" she asked. "Please leave me be, sister" i muttered.

"I do. I much preferred her presence rather than my handmaidens" she said. I kept quiet. "And my lessons with mother are dreadfully boring without her rebelliousness."

"Sarah!... Please. Just leave it" i said more sternly. She sighed as she sat beside me. "We can speak about her, you know. It's not like Bennard... Alys not gone she's just... Absent. She can return. And when she does, there will be no more strife between our houses. And then-"

"Sarah! She's gone! She's been gone for three years now! She might as well be gone like our brother. And the strife between us and the Targaryens is for good reason. They hurt me and the princess for what? Then she got sent to the Silent Sisters... I should have just been sent to the wall. Then none of this bother would have happened."

Sarah smacked me in the arm. "Don't speak like that!" she exclaimed. Both of us paused not knowing what to say. She stood up and fixed her dress before she spoke.

"Fine. You win. We will speak no more of her" she said. "Good" i mumbled. She grabbed something from my table and handed it to me. "In other news... You have received a letter. I have not opened it. I know how you get with that stuff" she said. I took the letter from her and ripped it open.

"Dear Cregan,
I have done what you told me to do. Ser Criston is too focused on prince Aegon and Aemonds training and has no time for Lucerys and i. In your last letter, you spoke of ways to learn combat on my own. And i did it. I believe i am getting better so i thank you for that. I was hoping you could write me more tips to get better. I one day hope i will be as good as you.
Kind regards, Jacaerys Velaryon.
P.S, my mother writes and opens my letters and she is not happy with how you told me to try and find a girl. She wants to tell you that i am not old enough. But anyways, thanks."

I laughed under my breath as i read the letter. The prince Jacaerys has written to me often. During my brief visit to Kingslanding, i taught him some combat my older brother taught me at that age.

It was obvious the boy was not being taught much by his teacher. Ser Crispin? I think that's what his name was anyway. So i have been writing him different ways to train on his own.

But that is the only contact i have with the Targaryens. After the incident, my father took much offence to the way the king treated us. So we have not returned, nor send food or men there way.

Maybe one day our houses will see peace, but that day is no time soon i'm afraid.

Alysannes Pov:

"The first god?"

"The Father" i spoke softly. "And what does he do?" the man asked. "he protects 'his children'. He is prayed to for justice and to protect men in battle " i said. The man nodded.

"And who else is there?" he asked. "The Mother. She is prayed for mercy and to keep loved ones safe. The fighter-"

I was cut off by the woman beside me hitting my hand with her slim stick. I felt my heart drop knowing i had messed up my words. I flinched as i moved my hand to my chest. "On the table" she spat. I slowly laid my hand back on the table.

"The Warrior" i corrected. "He is prayed for courage in battle. The Smith who is prayed for strength and safety. The Maiden who is prayed to keep young maidens safe and to guard their  innocence. The Crone who is prayed for guidance. And the Stranger who is prayed for people who feel lost."

The High Septon smiled as i finished. "Good. You are learning" he said. I stayed knelt in front of the man with my head hung. "Stand" he said. I slowly stood up as the man held out his hand.

I reluctantly put my hand in his. "Have you been enjoying your time with the Sisters?" he asked. I gulped looking at the Septa beside me. She gave me a deadly glare. I knew i had to answer correctly.

"Very much so" i said weakly. "Good" he said. We began walking through the echoing Sept as the woman followed. "I was afraid that the seeing the dead may scare you" he said. "No, Septon. At first i was slightly frightened, but i know now that the Silent Sisters help the dead."

I didn't know much about the Silent Sisters before coming here. They wrap the dead and help them ready for the burning of burial... Depending on your preference. They also take a vow of silence meaning they do not speak. Quite a boring lot i have to admit.

He nodded. "Good. And how has not speaking been going? I'm sure it has been a trial" he said. "It is fine. I speak to myself in my chambers so i can remember i still have a tongue" i joked with quiet laughter.

The man stopped in his tracks. He was not amused. Neither was my Septa. I felt her stare burn the back of my head. "My apologies, Septon. It was a joke. And not a good one" i said hanging my head once again.

"In other news" the man said changing the subject. "The queen has written to you. She asks if you are well, how your lessons are going."

My head shot up. "Has anyone else written?" i asked. He sighed. "You know we only allow the queen to write" he said. I already knew the answer. I do not even know why i asked.

"Of course. My apologies, Septon" i said. He gave me a weak, taunting smile. "The hour is late. You have said your prayers. You shall return to your chambers for the night" he said. "Thank you, Septon. Septa" i said giving them each a small nod.

I walked inside my chambers, locking the door immediately. These chambers felt empty. Too empty. The walls were plain with one small window allowing a hint of light in.

I stood in front of the long mirror, looking myself up and down. I saw my dark green dress which the queen has provided. She has been sending me all of my needs these past three years. So now, all i wear is green.

In fact, every single dress i now own is a shade of green. My hair was strung up high and my skin was paler than ever. I did not recognise the woman i saw.

These past three years have felt like a lifetime. Before i came here, i thought i would just have to learn about the gods and endure it. But there is much more.

The Silent Sisters are silent. No speaking, no fun. I then have my Septa. She has no name. But she's been with me every day for the past three years. I don't know where to begin with that witch.

She taught me a lot about the Faith Of The Seven. She has devoted her life to it... And she despises anyone who goes against her faith. So when she heard about my sins, she immediately hated me. And she wanted me punished. And so i was.

Every day for three years i have been punished. And she wishes for me to continue being punished for the rest of my life.

The first day she struck me, i snuck out my window and tried to flee on Saphira to find my father. I know she would not be breathing for long if it told him.

But i was found before i even reached the Dragon Pit. I have learned from that. When i was found, the High Septa decided to lock me in a dark room with no windows nor light. No food nor water. For a week.

They would only give me food and water if i apologised for my sins and agreed to be obey them. I tried to hold out, but once days passed i gave in. This has happened more than once.

Every time i missed a lesson, did something wrong or spoke amongst the Silent Sisters. My septa would bring me back to that room. I see that room every night in my sleep.

Sometimes i dream of home, of my family. But not often, no matter how hard i try. I feel their faces, their presence, slipping away from me slowly. My heart aches to even think about it.

I can barely even remember my sisters or Helaenas voice. I wonder how much they have grown. How much they have changed. There is only one person i can remember clearly.

I hear Cregans voice in my dreams often. But i don't know if it is him comforting me or haunting me. I wonder if he remembers my face and my voice. I hope so.

I hope i haunt all my family. It was my decision to come here, to save everyone else. But i find it hard not to regret that decision. I sometimes dream about burning this place to the ground, along with everyone in it. I believe that is the only thing that would now bring me joy.

I snapped out of my day dream as i heard footsteps around my door. I quickly stripped out of my dress, hearing my Septa's keys jangle. I quickly began folding my dress as i knew i would only be punished if i had it thrown on the ground.

I placed it carefully on my table as i raced into bed. I closed my eyes tightly hearing the door open. I felt my Septa stand over me, checking to see if i was truly asleep.

"Sinner" she whispered under her breath.

My grasp tightened around my sheets as i heard her walk out the door, locking it on her way out. I sat up in my bed as i felt tears form in my eyes. This happened often. Too often.

I needed to get out of here. And that day could not come soon enough.