Targaryens are known to have queer costumes, an unusual tradition in which the brother and sister wed each other in order to secure the line of succession as pure as possible. Well, it is not always the Targaryens that have such habits, who says tha...
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~129 A.C~
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WINTERFELL Winterfell was cold.
But the chill that seeped into Vellena's bones had nothing to do with the northern air.
She barely felt it when Jace dismounted in silence and stormed inside, his cloak whipping behind him. She didn't even realize she was staring after him, her heart breaking with every step he took away from her.
She wanted to call out, to say something—anything—but she couldn't. Her throat was raw from screaming, from sobbing, from begging.
Instead, she stood frozen, her breath shaking, until a gentle but firm hand touched her waist.
"Princess."
Lord Cregan Stark was at her side, his expression unreadable, but his grip was steady as he helped her down from the saddle.
Vellena stiffened, her limbs weak and aching, but she managed to murmur: "Thank you, my lord."
Her gaze never left the entrance where Jace had disappeared.
And then—her knees buckled.
The exhaustion, the grief, the endless days of flying, weeping, blaming herself—it all crashed into her at once. Her body gave out.
Before she could hit the stone courtyard, two pairs of hands caught her—Cregan and Jocelyn.
Jocelyn gasped. "Vellena!"
Cregan frowned, his hold tightening. "She's too weak."
"Come, let's get her inside."
Jocelyn took most of her weight, and Vellena let herself be led, her feet barely skimming the icy ground.
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The room was warm—or at least, warmer than outside.
A great hearth burned at the far wall, flames crackling over logs that smelled of pine. The walls were thick stone, tapestries hanging to keep out the worst of the cold. A large bed, draped in heavy wolf pelts, dominated the space, and a wooden balcony overlooked the vast, snow-covered forests of the North.
Vellena barely noticed any of it.
Jocelyn led her to the bed, sitting her down gently before beginning to undo her stained leathers.
