A storm in the north | cregan stark

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Later in the evening, Aelora, Cregan, and her uncle Aurelio were seated at one of the long tables in the Great Hall. The flickering light of the hearth cast a warm glow over them, creating an intimate and cozy atmosphere. Cups of fragrant tea steamed in front of them, and the soft murmur of their conversation filled the hall.

Aelora sat between the two men, feeling a sense of contentment. Her uncle's presence was a comforting reminder of her past, while Cregan's steady presence represented her future. She couldn't help but feel a bit of the anxiety she had been carrying since her arrival start to melt away.

"I must say, Winterfell is quite different from what I'm used to in Caelia," Aurelio remarked, his violet eyes sparkling with interest as he took in the rustic grandeur of the hall. "But it has a certain rugged charm."

Cregan smiled, inclining his head in agreement. "Indeed, it does. The North is harsh, but there's beauty in its strength and simplicity. I'm glad you find it charming, Lord Aurelio."

Aelora sipped her tea, feeling the warmth spread through her. "Uncle, it's been so long since we've sat together like this. I've missed our talks."

Aurelio reached out and patted her hand affectionately. "I've missed you too, my dear. It's good to see you looking so well. Your parents would be proud."

Cregan looked between the two, sensing the deep bond they shared. "Lord Aurelio, Aelora has told me much about Caelia. It sounds like a fascinating place."

"It is," Aurelio said with a nod. "Caelia values beauty, art, and knowledge. It's a vibrant city, full of life and culture. Very different from the North, but every bit as captivating."

As they continued to talk, Aelora felt a renewed sense of purpose. She knew that navigating her new life in Winterfell would not be easy, but with Cregan by her side and the support of her uncle, she felt more prepared to face the challenges ahead.

"Speaking of Caelia," Aurelio began, a thoughtful expression on his face, "I wanted to discuss something important with both of you."

Cregan and Aelora exchanged curious glances, leaning in to listen closely.

"As you know, Aelora, our family has always believed in maintaining strong ties and ensuring our legacy continues. With your upcoming marriage, it's crucial we discuss the future of our houses, particularly when it comes to children."

Aelora nodded, having anticipated this conversation. "Yes, Uncle. Cregan and I have already talked about this. Given that we are both heirs to our respective houses, it's important we decide how to handle our children's inheritance."

Aurelio's gaze shifted to Cregan, his expression serious but kind. "Cregan, it's essential that we honor the traditions of both our families. In Caelia, the firstborn, regardless of gender, inherits. I trust we can come to an agreement that respects both our customs and ensures the prosperity of our houses."

Cregan met Aurelio's gaze steadily. "I understand the importance of this, Lord Aurelio. Aelora and I have discussed it, and we have found a solution that honors both our traditions."

Aurelio nodded approvingly at Cregan's response. "Good. I believe you two will find a way to make this work."

As the evening continued, Aurelio turned his attention to Aelora. "My dear, there's much to discuss about Caelia. There have been some significant developments in our politics and our banks. We've been facing some challenges recently, and I could use your insight."

Aelora's eyes brightened at the opportunity to engage in a familiar and stimulating topic. "Of course, Uncle. What's been happening?"

Aurelio leaned in slightly, his tone becoming more serious. "There have been some tensions between the various factions within the councils. The Byka Vettir and the Vēttir Mazverdagon are particularly at odds over a new trade agreement. Additionally, our competitors are trying to undermine our position in the banking world. I value your perspective—what do you think we should do?"