"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 ten, return to king's landing
THE PAINTED TABLE was in front of her as she listened to her husband's lessons, her fingers played with the divots that represented rivers and lakes, her eyes catching on the north. The table was one of her favorite things about Dragonstone, the accuracy of it was astounding. As she saw the rivers that led into her birthplace, she looked at the direwolf piece with a sigh, feeling a bout of sadness wash over her as she thought about her family.
It had almost been six months since her marriage, which meant it had been nine months since she last felt the snow on her skin and the bitter cold nip at her nose. Much had changed since she last saw her family, she had grown as a person, her strength increasing in ways she did not know possible. Everyday she trained, she did not know for what, but enjoyed the time with her family nonetheless.
Her studies had also increased as she learnt a new language with her husband and the maesters on the island gave her harder lessons, grueling her in courtly matters and royal protocol. She also learnt more about dragons, although she still preferred to stay far away from the dragonmont, choosing to watch from the balcony of the castle instead.
Rhaena and her handmaiden Jayne had also become great friends to her, as Baela had left for Driftmark a few months back.
Her life on Dragonstone was entirely different from that of Winterfell, but she found herself comfortable. Although, that could never stop her from missing her mother, brother, nephew, and sister-by-law. Learning about her family through letters was harder than she thought as she often waited for them anxiously, afraid that she missed something terribly important.
The prince was excellent at calming her worries however, as he always seemed to know when something was bothering her.
Their relationship had grown the most, as now she looked for her husband in every room and sought his companionship often. Never before did she think she would have ever found such a thing in a husband. She was truly lucky, as Princess Rhaenyra raised such amazing boys.
She did however hope that Rhaenyra would get the chance to raise a girl, as she was in the middle of her sixth pregnancy. Almost everyday she and Rhaena joked about how they were outnumbered, especially with Baela's absence. Even though it was in jest, everyone in the family truly did hope for this one to be a girl. Luke was the most adamant that he would have a baby sister, doting on his mother everyday.
In fact, Luke held onto his mother's arm as they made their way into the room, coming in to watch Jace's lessons as well. Arrelle smiled at the both of them as they passed, as Jace's frustration with his High Valyrian increased.
As the Maester spoke in the old tongue, Jace repeated the words back in the common one, his head hung down towards the table as he worked through it. "The Conqueror and his sisters sailed with a great army."
