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𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧
She watched as the snow fell, as it always did in winterfell and the north. Weeks had gone by since the feast and coronation for the new king.
And since she was betrothed to the rogue prince. Her mind kept wandering to Daemon. He acted smug when he told her they'd be wed.
She kept thinking about what her life would be like the minute she was married, not just to anyone but the prince of the city. The man who was called the rogue prince and had any women he wanted.
She knew they were civil as children, but this was different. They were adults who were to marry.
Not for themselves but for the north and the seven kingdoms. Either way she couldn't escape what was going to happen.
"You're going to get Ill Mel" She heard her brother's faint voice as she turned her head around to see him there.
"Rickon, we grew up here, the snow can't do anything. Especially when I wear so much layers all the time" She states "That's the only reason I miss the capital"
"Well that's actually what I wish to speak to you about, but let's do it inside"
She shakes her head at her brother's request, Rickon sighs and gives in to her immediately.
"We are to return to the capital by weeks end"
"What why, we've only been home for a moon and a half"
"The queen has lost her son, house Targaryen needs the alliance more than ever right now"
"The queen lost her babe?"
He nods lightly "Viserys hopes his queen will fall with child again soon"
"But she's just lost a babe"
"Mel, he has no son. The only child he has is princess Rhaenyra and even then she is only ten and twelve"
Melelle nods "So I'm to be married within the next few days"
"Mel you must understand"
She turns away "I do, I do understand brother"
Rickon nods once before walking away, if he said anything else he knew she would break him. She was his baby sister and he'd give up anything for her. But this was a serious matter and he couldn't risk giving it up.
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"Brother, what is so urgent you had to interrupt my day" Daemon asks as he looks over to his brother's side, his brother's new shadow. Otto Hightower "Well?"
"The king has asked you here to discuss the details of your upcoming marriage" Otto spoke up gaining a scoff from the rogue prince.
Viserys sighs as he begins to speak "What the lord hand means to say is the starks will be here within the week's end. Lady Melelle will then join you for a dinner"
"Dinner is pleasantful, so you're making my betrothed come all the way here for dinner?" Daemon questions knowing were this was going, He wasn't a blind fool like his brother.
"Brother, our house is in a fragile state. The marriage has to be done, so we have the full support of not only the Starks but the north. Have you got a problem with the Lady Melelle"
"I've already agreed" Daemon snaps "There is no point of wasting the lady Melelles time or mine brother"
"You should remember who you speak to" Otto mutters once more, both Targaryens not listening to the Hightower.
"So you will be there for the dinner"
"I'm not sitting down to dinner with her brother, I will not protest at all. I'll marry her without another complaint" Daemon admits. Truth be told just as he was one Melelles mind. She was on his.
An- short chapter, as the next one is going to be much longer. Especially with the wedding.
