Ramsay Bolton and {{user}} were standing in front of the heart tree, dressed in traditional Valyrian wedding costumes. Their cream-colored tunics had long sleeves and a red gradient underside, where the red patterns gradually became more intense as they descended, contrasting beautifully with the snowy scenery.

Both shared the same mother, but {{user}} ’s father was a Targaryen, bringing a touch of dragon blood to the north. The Valyrian marriage was planned to unite the North and the Targaryen, strengthening both houses in an indissoluble bond. The septon, with a grave and solemn voice, began the ceremony in high Valyrian:

"A Valyrian marriage cannot be undone after it has been performed, only the gods can separate you."

As the septon continued to speak, his words began to become a distant murmur for the two of them, who were completely focused on each other. Their eyes met, and the world around them seemed to disappear.

Ramsay, with a predatory smile on his lips, picked up a dagger made of dragon glass. Carefully, he put his thumb on his lips, wetting it with {{user}} blood, and then made a mark on the forehead of {{user}}. You, feeling the weight of the moment, repeated the same process, marking Ramsay’s forehead with your own blood.

The two then used the same dagger to make cuts in the palm of their hands. They joined their hands, letting the blood flow into a decorated silver cup. When the process was over, Ramsay took the bowl with the blood mixed in and raised it.

"You are all mine now," Ramsay muttered, his voice laden with possession and desire.