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Those from the past watch the lives of their desc...
Nightfall came quite quickly and with it the great and lesser houses of Winterfell.
The Mormonts, Boltons, Glover, Karstarks and Umbers were a few of many who had come to see the Targaryen Princess, because after all it is not every day an unmarried royal princess visits the large barren lands of the north.
In the great hall seated at the high table were the Starks, Daema and her ladies after she refused to let them sit anywhere else, conveniently Brandon was seated to her left who could not refrain from glancing at her every few moments. And Catelyn Tully was no where in sight, not after Daema threatened her, after her argument with Brandon.
"Serves the trout bitch right" Aerys says.
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Daema's hair and dress.
Lord Stark stood causing the music to come to a halt.
"Tonight we celebrate a very special occasion. The prince Viserys' tournament in Kingslanding which the north would be delighted and the betrothal between my son and heir Brandon and her grace the princess Daema, who will be married on the morrow, now my friends let us eat, drink and enjoy ourselves. To the North!" He declares to a shocked crowd.
"Did she really end her betrothal for the brutish wolf man?" Alicent asked earning a snicker from Aegon who was on his 15th cup of Wine and truly just now feeling the effects.
"Speak another word about my grandparents and I'll slice your throat ear to ear." Maegora said revealing her catspaw dagger that her grandmother had gifted to her after forcefully removing it from Arya Stark's possession.
Of course they were shocked. After all the North had been often overlooked due to it's barren lands and limited Resources. But to hear that a that a Targaryen Princess was to marry into the Stark family and become lady of Winterfell. Some men were envious of Brandon and most ladies were jealous of Daema.
"I agree the North has stood loyal to us and what have they gained? To be shunned and shamed by us time after time again?" Rhaenyra asked only now just realizing how bad the North was treated in comparison to lesser regions and houses for example the Hightowers of Old town.
"Did you know about this?" Lyanna asked incredulously.
"No I didn't." Brandon says still shocked staring at Daema who held her head high staring infront of her to the contrast of him.
"Well be happy then you old bastard. The things I would do to be you." Rhaena said bitterly resulting in a sigh from Aenys who was fed up with his daughter but too weak to argue and a look of offense from Brandon which quickly turned into a grin realizing he had thing most people would kill for.
"Old Barbaric Bastard" Jaime whispered still furious.
Before he could speak to her, Ellaria drags her into a dance.
"My lady, Lord Brandon has not stopped staring at you since we entered." Ellaria tells her excitedly.
"I could say the same about the Lord of Winterfell." Daema tells her knowingly.
"As if my father is loyal to my mother and wouldn't stoop so low as to get into bed with a Rhoynarish Whore." Lyanna said smugly hoping to impress Rhaegar who just sneering at her and went back to ignoring her.
"Nothing can happen, he is the lord of Winterfell and I am Lord Uller's bastard daughter. That is the order of things." Ellaria tells her a hint of sadness as she glances at the Lord who was staring at her.
"When I am queen, I will create a new order." Was all Daema had to say before Brandon stole her away from Ellaria.
"Well that didn't work out because I am queen." Cersei says smugly as she leans back into her chair with her wine. The weight and unevenness causes the chair to topple over and all the sticky wine pour over him.
