The Wolf and the Dragon | Aemond Targaryen · Y/n story by @proteinbrownie

The cold of the North was a living thing. It seeped through stone walls, whispered beneath doors, and settled into the bones of every man, woman, and child who called Winterfell home.

Cregan Stark

stopping beside her, voice low The king has sent word.

He did not look at her. He looked at the heart tree, as if the old gods themselves might offer counsel.

Cregan Stark

quietly He seeks to bind our houses. To remind the realm that the North and the Crown stand together.

A pause. The wind picked up, whipping loose strands of dark hair across Y/n's face.

Cregan Stark

turning to face her You are to marry Prince Aemond Targaryen.

The words hung in the frozen air. Somewhere in the distance, a wolf howled—long and mournful, as if the North itself was mourning the loss of one of its own.