"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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chapter four, our last night
THE DINING HALL was filled with music, laughter, and cheering as a small feast took place after the events of the tournament. The week-long event of the upcoming wedding had no expense spared, as it was the first marriage of a long line of royal Targaryen blood. Lord Corlys Velaryon himself had opened his pocket, excited to have the Velaryon name and blood tied more closely to the throne.
It did not matter to him that his grandson would no longer have the Velaryon name when he ascended the throne or that his future heirs would bear just as much northern blood as Velaryon. It would be in the histories that a King once bore the Velaryon name, that was all that mattered.
The feast today is much smaller than the one planned for tomorrow, for after the wedding. The entire realm was not present today, which truly allowed Arrelle to enjoy her time. She had already danced with her mother and her brother, although he was very confused by southern dances. She however, had been taught by her tutors in all aspects of Southern court and culture, to prepare her for her future role as Queen.
Now, she sat at the head table, watching the events take place before her, relishing in the short time period before all at court picked her apart. Trying to gain favor or to peer into her marriage by asking all of the most invasive questions...like if she was performing her duty. Arrelle could throw up at the thought.
Her fork played with the cherry tart placed in front of her, one of her favorite desserts since cherries weren't too difficult to get up north, when the spring and summer months came around. She was full however, gorging herself on the delicious lamb and cranberry meal that had been served beforehand.
In the midst of her toying with her food, a servant had come up behind her, placing a cup down in front of the Stark and proceeded to fill it with what Arrelle assumed was wine. The young woman didn't have the heart to tell the servant that she did not drink wine, preferring the taste of ale compared to the headache wine gave her.
She only nodded her head in thanks and stared at the golden cup, now finding it odd by the manner in which she received it. Chalking her suspicion up to paranoia, Arrelle continued to force herself to finish the last of her food, clearing her plate of the cherry tart.
A familiar loud laugh rang through the hall and Arrelle perked up to notice her brother talking animatedly to the two eldest Velaryon princes, no doubt recounting some long hunting story. Men and their stories, Arrelle had to refrain from rolling her eyes. Something did happen to her heart though, as she watched her brother get along with two people who would be a part of her new family.
With each moment, she started to feel better about her marriage to the prince. She may not know him, not as much as she wished she could, but she saw his character. And it seemed like the crown princess did a fine job, on all of her boys that is.
