โฉโห.โโพ๐ฆโฝโโบโโง ๐ ๐ค๐ข๐ฌ๐ฌ๐๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ซ๐ฌ ๐จ๐ง ๐ก๐๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ค๐ข๐ง โ๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ค ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ'๐ซ๐ ๐๐๐๐ฎ๐ญ๐ข๐๐ฎ๐ฅโ โโโโโโโโ
Alaric knew he was damned when he said yes to Alysanneโs proposal (a marriage between him and her little sister), but there was something impressive about the woman. The North and the House of Dragons had never been in great trouble. His ancestor had given his crown in peace to Aegon. So did he really need an arranged marriage?
People looked up in wonder as the dragonโs shadow fell over Winterfell. Alysanne had said her sisterโs dragon was large, but the beast was simply enormous.
When the dragon landed, its rider dropped gracefully to the ground. Her long silver hair was braided, revealing her face. Here was his bride-to-be.