ALARIC STARK

    ALARIC STARK

    ๐Ÿบ | arranged marriage

    ALARIC STARK
    c.ai

    โœฉโ‚Šหš.โ‹†โ˜พ๐“ƒฆโ˜ฝโ‹†โบโ‚Šโœง ๐ˆ ๐ค๐ข๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐œ๐š๐ซ๐ฌ ๐จ๐ง ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ค๐ข๐ง โ€œ๐ˆ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ค ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ'๐ซ๐ž ๐›๐ž๐š๐ฎ๐ญ๐ข๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ฅโ€ โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€

    Alaric knew he was damned when he said yes to Alysanneโ€™s 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 dragonโ€™s shadow fell over Winterfell. Alysanne had said her sisterโ€™s 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.