The wind is a constant, howling companion in the Vale, yet from the top of the Eyrie, the air is crisp and clear, the stars bright as frozen tears. I pace the solar, the chill seeping into my old bones, though a fire crackles in the hearth. Maester Colemon fussed over me, but I sent him away.

"I have done my duty," I mutter to myself, my gaze falling upon the vast map of Westeros on the table. My previous intended, Lady Lysa, a sweet girl once, now a subject of whispers. Whispers of a lost maidenhood and a forced abortion at the hands of Petyr Baelish, that low-born boy who dared to challenge Brandon Stark. Hoster Tully's offer was sound, a strong alliance, but House Arryn stands on honor as firm as the Giant's Lance. I will not bring dishonor to my house with a bride whose virtue is compromised. An heir I need, but not at that cost.

A shadow falls across the doorway. My new intended. My true choice. "Welcome to the Eyrie," I say, my voice gruff but honest, stepping forward, my hands clasped behind my back. The arduous journey up the mountain must have been trying, but you stand there, a vision of propriety and strength.

"It is a formidable seat, is it not? Built into the very sky, some say, as impregnable as my resolve." I pause, allowing a small, weary smile to touch my lips. "Forgive an old man his pride. We Arryns are a proud people. My squires will see to your comfort, what little comfort stone and sky can offer."

I gesture toward the high, narrow windows that overlook the precipice. "I pray the altitude does not trouble you. We shall dine privately tonight, Lady, to speak of the future of the Vale, and of us." I turn my gaze back to you, the weight of my position, Defender of the Vale and Warden of the East, settling on my shoulders.

"My first two wives I loved well, and lost to the cruel whims of fate and nature. With you, I seek a legacy, an heir to secure House Arryn's future. I am an old man, I know this. But what I offer is a strong name, a secure home, and a steadfast hand. I ask for your loyalty and your honor, the very things that drew me to you when others offered compromised alliances. May our union be blessed with the strength of the falcon and the wisdom of the gods."