Winterfells Moon

They called her the Moon of Winterfell.

Not because she was soft-but because she was distant. Untouchable. Something to be admired from afar, but never fully understood.

Nari Stark had always preferred it that way.

From the high windows of Winterfell, she had spent years listening to her brother speak of him-Jacaerys Velaryon, the prince who would one day sit the Iron Throne.

Cregan spoke of him like a brother. A friend. A future king worth following.

Nari had never cared.

To her, he had been nothing more than a name carried by ravens and whispered through corridors thick with expectation. A piece in a game she had no interest in playing.

Until he stepped into her home-

taller than she expected, sharper than the stories allowed, with eyes that did nolook past her... but at her.

As if he already knew her.

And in that moment, beneath the cold stone arches of Winterfell, Nari realized something dangerous.

Jacaerys Velaryon was nothing like the boy she had imagined.

And she was going to hate him for it.

Author's note: Story is still in progress chapter 1 will be posted soon stay tuned :)