"the best way to hide a wolf is to make people believe they are nothing more than a well-trained dog."
Arrelle Stark was a wolf wrapped in fine silk and those who threatened her family would risk her claws on their necks.
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the prophecy, prologue
THE HEAT NEVER bothered her like it did her fellow northerners. She didn't mind the cold either. Arrelle Stark was born of two cultures: half northerner, half dornish. She liked to think that she was special, a Stark that could thrive away from the North. As history had foretold, Stark's didn't do well outside of their home, never could they stay far from the north without a deep consequence.
It wasn't only the sense of duty that made the Stark's stay in Winterfell, it was as if a curse were placed on the family.
Arrelle was raised in the north, she knew of the death that lurked behind the wall, the magic that permeated the forests. It was not far-fetched to believe that her family was cursed to stay in the north. Her brother Cregan, would most definitely melt under the southern heat. Her father seemed like he was melting himself, as he quickly rid himself of his northern furs as soon as they crossed the Twins.
The ride to King's Landing was unbearably long, a ride that no young girl of ten should ever have to bear. She was lucky that her father allowed her to bring her own horse on the journey. If she were trapped in a carriage she would have never lasted this long. Even now, she grew tired and bored often and would end up riding with her father on his horse instead of her own.
On their journey, she took in the changing scenery. It was her first time away from the frost and comfort of the north. She scanned the new trees and plants and terrain as they passed, each time fascinated by these new things. It was exciting, her older brother himself had never been to the south. Although, he probably wouldn't want to go anyway. She would still bring him samples of plants and her childlike drawings either way.
The reason for their journey south was unknown to her, her father had told her that nothing yet was set in stone. She did not understand what he meant by that. Worry was far from her mind though, she knew that her father would never make her do anything she didn't want to.
He was the Lord of Winterfell, but he was her father first, that was his main duty. Whatever they were doing in the capital probably wouldn't even have to do with her, her father just probably needed the company of his youngest child.
A gray mare carried her through the open field, as her father rode beside her. Her legs began to ache as they continued to ride along, they had now been at this for hours. The sun was no longer low, but instead loomed directly over them, beaming down at the group. "Father, how much longer until we're there?"
The older man sighed, his child had asked this question many times during the three month journey, "We'll be in the capital before supper, Ella."
Their horses continued to trot on, the company riding comfortably behind and in front of the father and daughter. She smiled up at her father, the southern sun tanning her skin, "Promise?"
