Hearts in Conflict

Chapter 1: The Initial Encounter

"Is Lady Burns ready? The festival is about to start soon, we must leave," one of the servants asked the other, who was just putting the finishing touches on Alyana's hair.

"Yes, we are ready to go. What do you think, my lady?" Alyana looked at herself in the mirror and smiled.

"Thank you, Anna, it looks beautiful. Let's make haste, or we will be late and my father will be mad. And we certainly do not want that." Servant girls chuckled at Alyana's comment and followed her to the courtyard of the Riverrun caste.

The summer festival at Riverrun was an event of great imprtance, held under the patronage of House Tully. The Riverlands nobles gathered in vibrant colours, the air filled with the sounds of laughter, music, mingling with the rich aromas of roasted meats and spiced wines. Banners of House Tully flapped in the warm breeze, their silver trout dancing on a field of red and blue. Amidst this lively scene, Alyana Burns stood out like a beacon, her long brown hair cascading down her back and her green eyes sparkling with curiosity. It was the first time she attended the festival with her family since she was the youngest member. But now, she was ten and seven years of are, so her father allowed her to come with him, her mother and her older brothers.

Alyana moved gracefully through the crowd, her red gown accentuating her slender figure. Red was the official colour in the banner of House Burns, with a yellow fire in the middle. She greeted the lords and ladies with a warm smile, her charm drawing people to her like moths to a flame.

It wasn't long before she caught the attention of Aeron Bracken, whose eyes followed her every move.

Aeron Bracken, nephew of Lord Amos Bracken of Stone Hedge, is a striking figure in the courts of the Riverlands. Standing at a commanding height, his presence is both imposing and charismatic. Aeron possesses a lean, athletic build, his frame reflecting both strength and agility.

Aeron's most captivating feature is his handsome face, which bears a combination of gentle and bold characteristics. His hazel eyes, a blend of green and brown, are both piercing and warm, capable of conveying intense determination as well as deep kindness. They seem to change color with his mood, adding to the mystique that surrounds him. These eyes, set beneath well-defined brows, can captivate an audience with a mere glance.

Aeron, known for his boldness and charisma, made his way towards her with confident strides. His shoulder-length, light brown hair was neatly combed, and his armour gleamed in the afternoon sun. As he approached, he greeted her with a charming smile, his deep hazel eyes locking onto hers.

"Lady Alyana," he began, taking her hand and pressing a kiss to her knuckles, "it is an honor to finally meet you. Your beauty is even more radiant than the tales have said."

Alyana blushed slightly, her green eyes meeting his with curiosity. "You flatter me, my lord," she replied, her voice soft and melodic. "I have heard much about your bravery and skill in battle."

Aeron's smile widened, pleased with her acknowledgement. "Ah, tales and songs often exaggerate, but I assure you, my lady, I am as brave as the stories claim." He launched into a vivid recounting of his latest victory, his voice animated as he spoke of his valor and cunning on the battlefield.

As Alyana listened, she couldn't help but be drawn to Aeron's confidence and passion. His words painted pictures of daring feats and noble causes, and she found herself caught up in the excitement of his tales. Yet, as she smiled and nodded at Aeron's stories, another pair of eyes watched her intently from across the courtyard.

Davos Blackwood stood at a distance, his expression a mix of intrigue and irritation. He had known Aeron since they were boys, and their rivalry had only grown more intense with the years. Seeing Aeron so boldly approach Alyana ignited a spark of jealousy within him. Davos, with his quiet demeanor and thoughtful eyes, was not one to make a scene, but he could not stand by and let Aeron monopolize her attention.

Davos Blackwood, the »brooding« heir to Raventree Hall, is a young man who commands respect and admiration through his presence alone. Standing tall and with a robust, muscular build, Davos embodies the strength and resilience of his ancient house. His physiquespeaks of a warrior who is as strong as he is disciplined.

Davos's face is characterized by its strong, serious features. His dark brown eyes, almost black, are deep and intense, often giving the impression that he can see straight into a person's soul. These eyes, framed by thick, expressive eyebrows, are the windows to his brooding nature, capable of both sternness and a rare, fleeting warmth.

Gathering his resolve, Davos approached them. He was clad in the dark hues of House Blackwood, his tunic embroidered with the weirwood tree. His presence was understated yet commanding, his dark eyes reflecting a depth of thought and intensity.

"Lady Alyana," Davos greeted, bowing slightly. "Bracken," he added, his tone cordial but cool. "I do hope I am not interrupting."

Alyana turned to him, her eyes lighting up with curiosity. "Not at all," she replied. "I am delighted to meet you. I have heard much about the wisdom and honor of House Blackwood."

Davos smiled, a subtle but genuine expression. "You are too kind, my lady. House Blackwood has a long and storied history, one I would be honored to share with you, should you wish to hear it."

Aeron's eyes narrowed slightly, but he maintained his charming facade. "Indeed, the history of our houses is rich with tales," he said, attempting to steer the conversation back to himself. "But I must admit, Lady Alyana, I find the present much more exciting."

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A/N: Hello dear reader!

I hope you enjoyed reading the first chapter, there is so much more to come! Please, give me some feedback, I will apreciate it.

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