The White Wolf of Winterfell

Chapter 6: The Drama Queen

The night came, and the Starks of Winterfell prepared a feast for the prince, yet they couldn't help but feel a sense of Deja vu. Galadriel was the center of attention between a stag and a dragon there. Both men were utterly infatuated with her. How could they not? Galadriel was a unique woman in their eyes. She alone brought the poorest kingdom of Westeros and made it into a powerhouse of its own. Everything thanks to her: castles, roads, better livelihood for the peasants, and more riches for all the lords from the North. In the eyes of many, Galadriel was what the Seven Kingdoms needed and more.

Galadriel was kind to her family, lovable, and filled with compassion. Rhaegar saw it first hand when the white-haired girl showed him the immense castle. She would just show so much excitement for the most minor things. The smile of joy was Rhaegar's most delicious wine. The prince of the Seven Kingdoms was raised in melancholy and bitterness. Since Summerhall, life has pushed its most hurtful dreams into him. And, the destiny he so desperately believed brought him down. Yet, Rhaegar felt nothing of sorts when Galadriel was with him. She was his light. The beautiful dream he didn't want to stop yearning for. Rhaegar's romances were now alive. All thanks to the Snow in his summer life.

Well, that's what he believed in anyways. The reality was that, while Rhaegar was just dreaming awake, Galadriel was making her best impression of a salesman during the Moat Cailin tour. Galadriel wanted to show him how much gold they could make if they allowed her to buy land in the south. But, it seems the prince didn't even pay attention to it since he was lost in thought, thinking about their future together.

On the other hand, Robert saw an idea of what love was to him. She was the goal. The Stag Lord believed since both Ned, and he was friends. It was only apparent for him to marry his friend's sister. So, that way, they could become a family. Robert was captivated by Galadriel, her beauty, her softness. The lust and the idea of him simply having her for himself. Robert, like many things in his life. Were filled with passion and desire. He wasn't a terrible person, but just one who confused desire with love. And Galadriel was everything he ever wanted. Robert, above all, wanted her.

And, for Galadriel, both were a means to an end.

The music started to play, and Rhaegar decided to use the opportuneness time to dance with the White Wolf, who smiled and captivated him like no other.

"My lady, if you would give me the honor," Rhaegar asked gently, and Galadriel being none the wiser, about how Robert stared at her accepted with a soft smile.

"It will be my pleasure," Galadriel replied. Soon, both danced before everyone in the great hall of the Moat Cailin, captivated by how perfect. The dragon prince and the wolf lady looked together. Rhaegar had put his hand on Galadriel's waist and gently guide her, step by step across the dancefloor.

"I heard about the Stark's direwolves; is that true?" Rhaegar asked gently, enjoying the sensation of Galadriel's hand on his.

"It is," Galadriel replied slowly. She sounded nervous or anxious. And she was, but for other reasons.

Left, right, left, right. Dancing isn't that hard! Still, I need to be careful. If I step on the prince's foot, I may hurt it. Also, I can't move my hands recklessly. I may end up breaking his fingers.

Galadriel thought anxiously. Since she was a level 100 player. She could quickly destroy the fragile prince with just her physical strength. That's why she was moving slowly.

"I have never seen a Direwolf before."

"If you wish, my prince. I could show you," Galadriel smiled.

"I would love to. But I wonder, how did you manage to find a pack of direwolves south of the wall?" Rhaegar asked, intrigued.