❝ Flying in a dream. Stars by the pocketful.
You wanting me tonight, feels impossible.
But it's comin down, no sound, it's all around.
Like 𝘀𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵. ❞
This is a story about a dragon whom underestimated a wolf.
Aryanna Star...
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"...the wall Blackhaven are unscalable vassalstone. And the castle is surrounded by a deep, dry moat. It is well fortified against any future Dornish incursions. And though my seat may be lesser in size, it is situated most pleasingly." Lord Dondarrion stated. He cleared his throat only to let out a groan as his throat was dry. He walked over to the small table and poured him a cup of wine.
After reassuring Rhaenyra that he wasn't replacing her with Aegon, but that she needs to marry to keep the Targaryen line alive as well as telling Aryanna that her father and him have both agreed that she shall marry as well to keep House Stark strong. Viserys has arranged suitors for the two girls from all Houses which was what Rhaenyra and Aryanna found themselves going through all the men that presented themselves.
"The view across the Marches is inspiring, so said Queen Alysanne herself when she honored my father and I..." Lord Dondarrion continued.
"And tell me, Lord Dondarrion, did you think my great-grandmother as beautiful as they say?" Rhaenyra questioned, interrupting him.
Lord Dondarrion sent her a look of confusion, "This was half a century ago, Princess."
"Yes, it was." Rhaenyra emphasized making the other men laugh, Aryanna covered her mouth to suppress her laughter.
"That was unseemly, Princess." Lord Boremund muttered.
"The man is older than my father." Rhaenyra pointed out. "It's unseemly for him to put himself forward as a contender for my hand."
"Next!" Lord Boremund called out which made Lord Dondarrion walk away in dismay. The next contender was a little boy whom looked to be no older than ten.
"And now a child." Aryanna murmured in disbelief.
"The Blackwoods are an ancient house with a formidable army. In the River lands, they once ruled as kings. The blood of the First Men still flows in their veins." Boremund informed them. "Go on." He beckoned the little boy.
The boy walked forward and bowed in respect. "My Princess...ours is a bond that has long endured, since Lucas Blackwood, the grandsire of my grandsire, aided the dragon in his war of conquest—"
"Aye, the Blackwoods truly turned the tide on that one." One lord jibbed, laughing with the crowd making the boy agitated.
"Coursed with the blood of the First Men, our history is deeply rooted in this land, which your house has made its home. If chosen as your match, Princess...your days shall be easy and nights safe under my protection." The young lord finished. As other lords made fun of him, Rhaenyra and Aryanna took this time to discuss about him.
"I could learn to like that one." Rhaenyra mused.
"He is far more better than the recent ones." Aryanna agreed.
"Ugh, let us have the next so we may go to supper." Rhaenyra commented
"Craven!" The young lord barked as he pulled out his sword, walking towards him as Craven unsheathed his.
