His family had strange customs and Aerion seemed to appreciate them more than anyone else.

You were born a year after him, and from a young age he showed a very strong interest in you.

As expected, you were promised to your older brother, Daeron, and this was a source of great resentment and hatred for Aerion. You could still remember when you were around ten and your betrothal had been announced at a family dinner, how full of anger he had been and how he had almost attacked Daeron, if your father had not ordered to break up the fight.

Now the day you would marry was near, in fact it was the following week and you didn't know what to think exactly about the situation.

That night had brought rain to Summerhall, with damp and cutting winds, the kind that could bring colds if you didn't wrap up properly. In the comfort of your chambers, you wondered if that rain was a reflection of the melancholy you felt, since in a few days everything would change in your life.

Lost in your thoughts, you were startled when the door opened. It was late at night and at first you thought it was one of your maids, it could only be, and in that darkness you couldn't see anything.

Footsteps came close to your bed and you mentally scolded yourself for not keeping the candle lit at the bedside table, but before you could ask who it was, a weight fell on your bed and a well-known voice could be heard.

"Sister..." Aerion said in a whisper.