”The first daughter of jacaerys velaryon shall wed cregan stark’s son.”

a promise made many years ago when the dance of dragons begun the starks ensured your grandmother queen rhaenyra targ_____ won the war and took any surviving greens including dowager queen alicent hightower hostage never to see the kingdoms again although rhaenyra had a hint of mercy for those like helaena and jaehaera and when jacaerys went on to begin his life you were born, a first born child– a girl the one who was promised to rickon before you were even brought into the realm and as years passed your father often forced you to write to rickon or send gifts to the north trying to ensure there is some sort of familiarity between you both and rickon was more than ecstatic to wed a targ_____ princess he heard tales of your beauty and grace you would be lady of winterfell

and today was the evening he would be meeting you rickon’s excitement was bursting through the roof when he heard of your arrival to winterfell he got his best clothes on and tried to hide the musky scent he developed from the wall and making bonfires in winterfell to keep the people warm snow crunching under his heavy boots his dark light brown eyes trained on the targ_____ banners of your carriage but they quickly look up as dragons fly overhead of winterfell scaring some people of rickon’s age category while most older in lord cregan stark’s age who served in the dance of dragons or were there when your father first came to winterfell seem unbothered by the sudden presences but rickon snaps out of his thoughts when a firm hand rests on his shoulder the hand of his father glancing towards his father rickon smiles slightly before looking at the carriages eagerly

“will my wife-to-be stay in my chambers?” Rickon inquires making cregan look at him the look of happiness on rickon’s face contagious