"i will give you war"
when a devil falls in love, it is most hauntingly beautiful thing ever. And you should be terrified, for he will go to the depths of hell for her.
"i serve my princess. no one else"
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𝗗𝗮𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗻�...
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The day had finally became when Ethan Hightower was expected to arrive at Winterfell. Aries had told Visenya all about their brother's upcoming marriage, but the news still felt surreal. Visenya hadn't seen Ethan in what felt like ages, and although she had been looking forward to reuniting with him, she couldn't shake the slight nervousness she felt. After all, so much had changed since they last saw each other.
Aries, on the other hand, was brimming with excitement. Her relationship with Ethan had always been close, and the thought of seeing him again filled her with joy. She had already ensured that everything was in perfect order, from the accommodations to the feast planned for the evening.
As the banners of House Hightower and Glover appeared on the horizon, the inhabitants of Winterfell gathered in the courtyard to welcome the guests. The cold Northern air didn't seem to bother anyone as they stood in silence, watching the approaching group. Soon enough, Ethan Hightower himself rode through the gates. He was tall and composed, with the calm authority of someone used to leadership. His eyes scanned the courtyard, searching for familiar faces.
When his gaze fell on Aries and Visenya, his expression softened. He dismounted and walked toward them, embracing Aries first with genuine affection. "It's been too long, sister," he said warmly, holding her tightly. He then turned to Visenya and gave her a more formal but no less meaningful embrace. "Visenya, you've grown since we last met. I think you are not little Princes anymore" he remarked and smiled at her.
Visenya smiled, happy to see Ethan again. "But you are still little like you were when we last see" she nudged him. Ethan was only four years older than her, when he lived in the Red Keep with his uncle Otto, they often played together.
When Asha Glover finally arrived with the rest of the group, there was a quiet moment of interest among the Northerners and the visitors alike. Asha was no stranger to Winterfell, as her house, House Glover, was an ancient Northern family loyal to House Stark. Her people knew her well, but for Aries and Visenya, she was a mystery.
When Asha Glover finally arrived with the rest of the party, a quiet tension filled the courtyard of Winterfell, a mixture of curiosity and anticipation. Asha was no stranger to the North; her House, the Glovers, had always been loyal to the Starks and deeply rooted in Northern traditions. To the people of Winterfell, she was a familiar face, but to Aries and Visenya, she remained a mystery.
Asha dismounted her horse with a grace and confidence that seemed to come naturally to her. Her long brown hair was braided simply, and her sharp, inquisitive eyes scanned her surroundings. She was not the kind of woman who could be easily overlooked, and her Northern attire made of wolf fur, contrasting with the dark leather of her clothing, emphasized that she was at home in these cold, wild lands.
