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𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞. 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐫-𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝.
The North does not kneel easily.
And it certainly does not trust dragons.
When a fragile peace demands a marriage between House Stark and House Targaryen, Aryssa Stark-the only daughter of Winterfell-is promised to Prince Baelor Targaryen, a man older than her, already a father, and everything the North has been raised to fear.
Her brothers want him gone.
The northern lords call him a threat in silk and silver.
Some whisper that dragons only come north to conquer.
But Baelor does not arrive with fire and blood.
He arrives with patience. With quiet restraint. With a gaze that watches more than it speaks.
And Aryssa-gentle where the North is harsh, warm where Winterfell is cold-begins to see the man beneath the dragon.
In stolen conversations beside roaring hearths, in candlelit halls heavy with suspicion, in a castle where every glance is watched and every word weighed, something dangerous begins to grow between them.
Something soft.
Something impossible.
Because the North remembers.
And dragons do not forget.
And if love dares to bloom between ice and fire-
Winterfell may not survive it.
𝐛𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐨𝐟𝐜