"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 eight, fights and flights
SHE HAD NEVER seen a beach so beautiful before, sand so white and pure. The entire island was so starkly contrasted with itself: white beaches, dark buildings, blue waters, red flames. She knew that this place was but a fraction of the beauty of Old Valyria, one of the only known reaches of the world crafted through dragonfire and magic that was still standing.
As she was escorted to her new chambers, she stared off in wonder, taking in every inch of what would be her home. The energy buzzed within her bones, the history seething through every piece of artwork and sculpture. When she had first visited the capital eight years prior, she thought she had seen all of the dragon imagery possible, but now as she stared at the dragon's tail etched into the stone that ran along the staircase she walked on, she knew she was wrong.
It almost felt improper to be wearing her new ocean blue gown, perhaps her married name being Velaryon was more incorrect beyond her husband's heritage, but instead a matter of his upbringing. She saw now, beyond a doubt: her husband was a Targaryen, through and through. How could he not be, raised in such a place as this? He was fire and blood, not salt and sea.
The castle was dark, but everywhere a fire was lit in a hearth, torches lit the walls, and natural sunlight filled in wherever it could. It reminded her of Winterfell in a way, the castle being so dark in color, but warm in spirit.
Jace was occupied at the moment, excusing himself almost immediately after arriving. Arrelle knew he was eager to see his dragon, Vermax, after being apart for almost two weeks. She was relieved that he did not offer her to go with him, she didn't think she could take many more near death experiences at the moment. So, it left her alone to her own devices as she made it to their shared chambers.
Many noble married couples did not share chambers, preferring to stay separate within their apartments. However, she assumed that Jace and the Princess Rhaenrya thought it would be best for them to share their room while she grew accustomed to life on Dragonstone. For her comfort and for other things...things she chose not to dwell on at the moment.
The state of the room told her a story, she assumed that this was the room that Jace had stayed in for the six years he had resided in on Dragonstone, the books on High Valyrian and dragon riding placed on the table reminding her that she was the outsider in this place. Her maids had placed one of her few chests in the corner of the room, to be sorted through later, but she took it upon herself to unpack, preferring to set the room up herself.
It allowed her time to reflect on things other than the events that had taken place a day earlier and what had led to her early departure here.
Opening the chest, she was greeted with a few of her old dresses, the few that were light enough for her to bring to the south. She hung them up in the empty wardrobe with care, eyeing her mother's old purple gown as she did so. It was interesting, the way that the color of one's clothes meant so much in this world. Going as far as representing one's own house just by the clothes one picked out.
