You became an orphan, niece to the King, you soon find yourself living in the Red Keep, and surrounded with more vipers than dragons. So he betrothed you to a recently widowed Cregan Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North.
And you found...
Warnings: Cursing, medieval and asoif customs, arranged marriage , AGE GAP, Cregan is 12 years OLDER than reader), might miss some warnings]
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"We can have new dresses made for you", Sara muttered happily as she gave you some of the dresses she didn't wear anymore, luckily, you had similar physiques.
"I wouldn't want you to spend unnecessarily for me", you said, embarrassed, "besides, I have plenty of winter clothing, specially for riding my dragon, it will get here... eventually"
"In two months!", she fought
"Right...", you sad, a little embarrassed
"Let's say... we made them, do you know how to sow?", you nodded, "great, we will make our own dresses, I bet you know what the ladies in King's landing are wearing this season", she winked at you and you giggled.
It was nice having Sara, she was like the sister you never had. This morning she had come to you and you spent most of the morning dressing, fixing your dresses and now, you were starting to do your hair. She had offered to do yours and you offered to do hers
"I don't know how to do your hair in a Targaryen way", she whispered, as she brushed your silvery strands, "those braids you were wearing when you got here, they were beautiful..."
"How do you fix your hair in the north?", you asked, with a shine in your eyes. Sara smiled at you
"Like this...", she made two small braids, and tie them together at the back of your head, to put order to you hair, but still she left it free, it was simple, yet... meaningful
"Thank you Sara", you in turn, arranged her hair with thick braids, as a Targaryen would wear, the same day you arrived. You did not know how to braid your own hair but you did know how to braid another's.
"You look like a northerner", Sara said happily, looking at you through the mirror, "well, almost, except for the hair", she giggle and you did as well, you were wearing a gray dress, the color of House Stark, your jewelry, though, necklace, and rings, were all with the Targaryen heraldry, and your silver hair... It was very signature.
All the cold colors made you look almost ethereal, different from what you used to wear though, different... not precisely bad.
You hoped Cregan would like it.
Sara took your hand and led you through the Winterfell's passages and hallways, down one floor and to the first one, and you walked to the main hall, which served as a meeting room, former throne room, and dining hall.
You heard Cregan speaking inside the room, he seemed angry, and commanding.
"If she does, the ceremony won't be big, all the lords and ladies, the most important ones, are here. Let's do it in three days' time, with a small banquet after, we are in autumn, we can't splurge this far into winter... besides... we don't even know if she is sure to continue with this engagement", and then you entered, and all those present, the maester, the master at arms, all those who worked in Winterfell, Lords and Ladies of other houses, all turned to look at you. Dressed in Stark gray, your hair arranged like a proper lady of the North.
