Following an altered storytelling of A Game of Thrones the television series.
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Contains mature themes including smut, violence and rude language.
The Katarmal family has been unofficially allied with the Bolton family...
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They both woke with a smile that day, for it was the day they were to be united forever. The sun was shining, and a fresh layer of snow had fallen the night before. Despite the dull, grey stone of the Dreadfort, Lady Y/n couldn't help but find the day to be beautiful. The long winter would come, and it would be harsh, but for now, the people were content with the small, fluffy flakes that fell from the sky.
House Katermal had arrived less than two days ago, and nothing had gone wrong yet. Y/n was delighted to see her little brother, Darron. She didn't realize how much she had missed him until she saw him climbing off his horse. He was only 16 years, but already he was beginning to grow into a man. She was sure he would be taller than her. He was still skinny, though, something she was sure her father would try rid him of. They had never been close. Their father often kept him indoors, and he had a strict schedule. Still, something about him seemed different. Less childish, maybe? He didn't spend much time with her since being at the Dreadfort, although that wasn't completely unusual; he often preferred being alone.
It was good to see some of the people Y/n hadn't seen in quite a while, but she had to admit, she didn't miss a lot of them. They were free to leave as soon as the wedding ended.
On the morning of her wedding, she didn't see Ramsay. She and Ramsay had decided the evening before, that they would wait to see each other until they were both under the weirwood tree. They wanted their wedding day to be special and the moment when their eyes would meet as she walked down the aisle would be even more perfect if it were the first time they were seeing each other for the day.
The lovers were excited. Lady Y/n had to admit the butterflies that had begun fluttering in her stomach were quite unnerving and, though he'd never admit it to anyone except his wife, Ramsay was nervous too.
After eating and taking a bath, Y/n tried to find something to distract her from her nerves. She couldn't leave her room for risk of seeing Ramsay, so she settled in her chair by the window and began to read. It didn't work very well as her mind kept focusing on the wrong words. Instead of the words in front of her, her mind rehearsed the ones she would say later today.
Finally, after what felt like a lifetime of daydreaming, Lady Y/n's maid, Haynna, along with Myranda and a few other serving girls came to help her get ready.
The dress she had had made was a soft white with long sleeves that turned into lace near the ends. The neckline was speckled with lace and red jewels which were replicated in her veil. The skirt flowed smoothly as the white fabric faded to red at the bottom with more of the red jewels scattered to aide in the transition.
Her hair was divided with the upper half being twisted into a braided and pinned to the top of her head and the bottom laying curled perfectly on her shoulders. Myranda pinned the veil to her head and lifted her hair to wrap the Katermal cloak around her shoulders. Y/n glanced in the mirror, admiring the blue icicle she would never wear again.
