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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬
103 ac
Many houses had come to watch a new king be crowned, as Viserys Targaryen took over the throne.
Among one of those houses was house Stark. Those in house stark preferred to stay put in the north, but they knew not to break their oaths. Especially ones against house Targaryen.
Two of the Starks, Lord Rickon and his younger sister Melelle Stark.
The coronation had been held in the large dragonpit and a feast was to follow later that night.
Melelle stood in her chambers as her brother rambled on how they had to keep to themselves. And watch what she says.
"Melelle are you even hearing this" Rickon asked as Melelle turned around and nodded.
"Of course brother, it is a new age. A new king, a king whom we hardly know"
He nods as he looks her up and down "You do not need to wear so much layers here sister"
"I also know that, The capital is quite different than winterfell"
"That's because it doesn't snow here. The capital is the land of dragons and the north the land of us"
"Even if the king rules over everything"
"The knew king is an old friend Melelle as is his brother"
"Prince Daemon?" Melelle asks, she hardly remembered when Daemon and Viserys had come to the north.
Their father was sent by the old king to secure some type of alliance with their own father.
"Yes prince Daemon, although I do wish for you to stay near my or one of your lady's sides"
"I shall brother. When is the feast"
"An hour and do change you will end up melting"
She laughs lightly as her brother walks over to her kissing her forehead and walking out. Oh how she was excited for the feast.
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Melelle entered the hall, her arm linked around her brothers. Many people were already dancing and enjoying the new reign of Viserys Targaryen.
She followed her brother to there seats and immediately took her seat, turning to look at Rickon.
"Look at it brother its so grand" She whispers as the music got louder "You should find some lady to dance with"
"Don't try that Melelle" He turns to her. He was already betrothed and would soon marry. It's her who needed to find someone to wed.
She grinned as her eyes went to the high table, where the king and his wife sat.
"Look at her, she's beautiful" She spoke about Aemma.
"Targaryen beauty sister, just as we have our Stark beauty"
She nodded lightly "Do you wish to dance"
"Can we, it is not everyday we leave winterfell"
Her brother stood up offering his hand to her, she took it as he led her to the main floor. Many people, from different houses danced and celebrated the new reign.
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Daemon was amused at whatever this feast was and at the fact he was his brother's heir for now. Which he would celebrate later that night out in the town.
He sat at the high table next to his brother watching the many people dance and talk. His eyes went to his brother's lord hand, otto fuccking hightower.
He wanted to be his brother's main and only man. But at the end of the day he was heir. It was better than being lord's hand, even if Otto had more power of his own.
"Brother, why don't you go find some nice lady to dance with" Viserys muttered to him wanting his brother to choose a wife, before he choose for him.
"And why would I do that when I can sit here and do nothing brother" He replies as Viserys sighs.
"Daemon i'm king now either you choose your wife or I'll choose one for you"
Daemon scoffs getting up and walking away. He couldn't care less about who he married. As marriage to him was nothing but a political agreement. He was going to leave the feast and enjoy the rest of his night out in the town. In the streets of silk. That was until his eyes met hers. He knew who she was, he knew who she was dancing with. Just like Targaryens, starks had very good genes. Their dark hair and eyes. Quite the opposite to Targaryens just like how they had dragons and starks had direwolves.
He began walking over to them without even thinking, as The lord of winterfell left Melelle and began dancing with another.
Melelle was about to make her way back to her seat, to eat something before the night ended. Until he reached her.
"Lady Stark" He muttered lowly as she looked at him ""Do you not wish to join in the dancing"
"I just danced my prince" She replies.
"The night is still young and perhaps I intend on asking you to dance."
"And do you intend on asking me my prince"
"Maybe you are almost as pretty as your brother"
She took a step forward "It seems we think the same my prince, I quite prefer the king"
He smirked as she bowed her head lightly and walked away leaving the rogue prince speechless and wanting more.
