“I understand that very much, Lady Stark. Had I been able to at the time I would have taken vengeance for what was done to my own family as you and your son are doing now. With Robert and Eddard no. But Robert would have started some sort of war within his own family had he believed the truth of it all” Rhaegar stated before Cat spoke of Tywin trying to marry Cersei off to him. “Yes, that’s true and had Viserys or one of my dead siblings been born and lived to be a girl i’m sure Tywin would throw either of his sons at her.”
“I did yes.” He ignored the contempt in her voice, the way she spoke of Lyanna and her brothers. “Am I also the reason your husband came back from war with a bastard?” He asked tilting his head “Lyanna and I wed and I placed her at the Tower of joy in Dorne yes, but because it was safe, i had intended for Elia and our children to follow as well but the war came to quickly and the Ravens didn’t fly and before I knew it I was fighting Robert at the Trident and dying.”
Rhaegar took a quick deep breath trying to remain as calm as he could while talking to her of the past. “I would be shocked if he did trust me if I’ll be honest. But I swear on my life that I mean when I say that I will amend my actions in the past and strive towards a better future.” He argued for himself and for what was left of any allies he and his house might have. “Viserys knows of the Seven Kingdoms, he knows it’s home. He and Daenerys should know that they have a place here, free of fear and starvation from being on the run all of the time.” He had he been revived sooner he would have stopped this, he would have gone to them and brought them back to Westeros with open arms but now they were lost in the Dothraki sea and no clear whereabouts.
“I intend to bring them home, Lady Stark and if I should not see the throne in my hands after Joffery and his mother are far from the throne, than I would like to help see it to better hands and one that would support your son as King in the North. Please, talk to your son and I shall await his word.”
Goldnwulf 