Warning: Sorta Exhibitionism, Light Smut, No Real Detail

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON 02.02

NEED to stop posting things instead of saving them or editing in my drafts omfgg

Helaena Targaryen Masterlist

Angst=🥀Smut=🪷Fluff=🌸Headcanon=🐛

Dreamers amongst the awake 🌸

"Everything that is real was imagined first" - The velveteen rabbit . Helaena only met Acklyria Velaryon when she was bethrothed to her elder brother, but through the harshness of war, the women were able to guide each other into a gentle security blanket made with knits of their love.

Whats a sin in times of war? 🥀

"I am a dreamer, neither lost nor found, waiting for a story, worth dreaming forever." - Ventum . A young septa becomes a confidant in Helaena after her wedding, they become closer as moons pass and soon the septa would know Helaena better then she knew herself.

A sweet village🐛🌸

"You can always tell about someone by the way they put their hands on an animal" - Unknown. Helaena deserved the war no more than a healthy butterfly deserved being stepped on. Alicent would not subject her daughter to something so cruel, so she contacted a friend of her fathers and found contacts for a small village that would keep her safe. Helaena knew what was to come for her not long after she'd arrived, but she'd no idea how to interpret it.

A dreamer and a wolf🥀🌸

"Quote to be determined" Au where only Helaena and Jaehaera survive the war in the greens side. They are taken in by Rhaenyra as an act of goodwill. Helaena and her daughter are sent to Winterfell for protection, and while there, she meets and falls in love with Rosemund Stark, Cregans only duaghter.

Aemond Targaryen Masterlist

Angst=🥀Smut=🪷Fluff=🌸Headcanon=🐛

A Violent Streak🪷🌸

"Do you understand the violence it took to be this gentle" - Unknown. Aemond cant help but fall in love with his sweet, soft aunt, and he falls deeper when he finds out her twisted secret.

Cold Hands, Warm Heart 🌸🐛

"And when i saw you, I fell in love, and you smiled, because you knew." - William Shakespeare . The only Daughter of Lord Stark is married to Aemond Targaryen.

The Truth in a Glance🥀🪷

"I have you forever in my heart and eye" - Nj . Aemond and his cousin grew up together before the dance. As Aemond falls deeper in love he realizes he'd do anything to have her back and married to him.

Jealousy🪷🌸

"I am your sword, your shield, and your love-sick protector" -Unknown . 'So if your not in love with her, fallen drunken head over heels, youd never mind me asking her to dance?' Those words from his elder brother caused a rifting change in Aemond, he wouldnt leave your side now.

A familiar presence 🥀🌸

"The only cure for grief is to grieve." - Unknown . Aemond and his wife annulled their marriage days after the war ended. He was no longer prince regent and had no need for a wife. His wifes condition was that she could take their daughter, so he agreed and they moved away. Within months, she is attacked, and her daughter is murdered in spite of Aemonds role in the war, and his ex-wife is left broken. Who else is she to turn to, but the only person who shares her grief

Wedding Night {Blurb} - Cregan Stark

Warnings: Breeding kink goes brrr for big winter man🙏, 18+, smut but not too detailed im sorry, X-Reader, no use of y/n

Cregan doesnt bed you on your wedding night for his own pleasure, not only is his an afterthought in comparison to yours, the most important thing to him was breeding you. Tensions had rose so much before you had finally been married, you, ever the minx, brought up having a brood of babies and giving Rickon siblings at every point you could. Perhaps you were doing it innocently, truly just earnest to be a mother, but it had gotten to him each time you said it. He wanted to be a noble gentleman and wait until the proper time, after you were fully wed, but to the old gods had you been making it difficult. You had once mentioned wanting atleast five babies early into your marriage. You had said it casually, asking if there was anything you could eat or drink to help with your own fertility and womanly health before the marriage, but it made the wolf in him go nearly feral.

After hours of taking his time to empty his seed into his bride, both of you were spent yet he still kept himself inside you. To think of it he hadn't taken himself out the whole time, not fully. As if hearing your thoughts your husband spoke "the maesters say a couple must stay connected until conception has started, I wont take my chances"

My bad if this is sorta badly written i had the idea so quickly i havent even come up with a description🙏

Cold Hands, Warm Heart - Aemond Targaryen Headcanon

"And when i saw you, I fell in love, and you smiled, because you knew." - William Shakespeare . The only Daughter of Lord Stark is married to Aemond Targaryen.

Warnings: doesn't follow the plot of hotd, cregan sides with the greens just for the sake of this marriage agreement, but he's still noble your honor🙏, smut, fluff, very protective aemond, sorta ooc, dislike for alicent as a mother, cregan ships them, religious insecurities, part two?

The young lady of winterfell was by all accounts, a rare bird of the north. She had long, curled ginger locks and a face that held strength in beauty.

She was said to be a kind soul, eager to help the people of her community, feeding the beggars and filling the pockets of the poor. Creating homes for orphaned babes, and safe places to work for both men and women selling themselves to get buy.

Aemond wondered why Lord Stark had petioned him for his daughter. Sure, be was notoriously less rowdy than his brother, however he was not said to be any more kind or forgiving, besides, would a woman as charitable as her not make for an excellent queen? He did not wish for a kind wife, he needed someone hardened for when the war started.

Of course, the moment he laid his eyes on her he wanted her for himself, and he was ecstatic he hadnt asked the council to change their minds.

Lady stark was not excited for her bethroal. She had heard of the targaryen prince, Aemond One-Eye. She had heard tales of his brutality, even around children, and she was horrified she would be expected to conceive with a man who is said to hate babies.

Of course, she would normally assume most of these to be rumours and lies, but jacareys talked to her while he visited Winterfell, to plead his mothers case. He may have lost in her fathers eyes, however he gave the young stark girl information she couldnt do without.

He told her that Aemond was a brute and he wasnt capable of love. Jacareys explained in his detail, how Aemond attacked them as children, forcing his younger brother to retaliate and ever since then his uncle hated children.

Of course, Lady stark didnt know this was an exaggerating claim of a man sprung with jealousy. She'd be married to Lucerys, Jacareys' younger brother had Cregan agreed with Rhaenyras cause, and Aemond had he agreed with Alicent. He had an agenda

Now, lady stark wasnt naive. She knew the prince couldnt be the monster jacareys described him to be, however she wouldnt discredit the words of his cousin, nor a man she aspired to be her friend

They met in the throne room upon her arrival perhaps a moon and a half from their wedding, late, late at night. The only others in the room were King Aegon (who was very upset to be woken), Alicent, Ser Otto, Helaena (who had also been upset to be woken), Ser Cole, and a couple trusted servents. They wouldnt wake the whole palace for a meeting, instead they'd hold a grand feast on the morrow to intoduce House Stark, and the preperations for wedding.

Lady Stark and her father would come in the room wearing thin furs made purposely for the trip. There was an obvious fondness to represent their house as they strode closer to the group, Aemond could spot a silver pendent on her necklace, holding a direwolf sigil, and it shone in the candlelight of the throneroom.

Aemond stepped forward, instantly entranced with his betrothed. She was as if a winter princess born of an affair between gods of snow and beauty.

He outstretched his hand to take hers and took of her glove, slowly. He bowed as he kissed her hand and although the act was very much so appropriate, it felt sensual in the way he stared up at her.

"My young lady Stark, its an honour to meet your acquaintance, i hope we'll be able to spend much time together before we are wed." There was a certain knowingness in his voice, a joking tone that made even the tried King crack a smile and snort, and have Cregan glare a dagger into Aemonds one eye.

The rest of the introductions were boring and Aemond stared at his to-be-bride the whole time, only looking away as the stark family was brought to their chambers.

The next day, before the feast, Aemond would look for his bethrothed in her chambers and not find her, he'd soon find her in one of the smaller libraries in the palace.

"I can show you to our grand library if you'd wish. The books here are merely copies of them and theres many more in there, believe me." He startled her enough to cause the peaceful expression on her face to falter and make her jump a bit. "My apologies, i didnt know a wolf would be so jumpy."

Their conversation went on from there, he asked her about what she was so interested in, and she told him it was the Targaryen history. He didnt want to admit how that warmed his heart a bit, and instead told her that the grand library would certainly have more informed books, he of course also slipped in that his own personal library had some additions he'd be happy to show her.

She dismissed his shameless flirting, but took him up on his offer to see the bigger library.

He asked for her arm as they walked through the halls and she gave it to him wordlessly. Aemond was almost startled at how quiet she was being.

When they arrived at the library, Lady Stark noticed a guard at the front doors and must have looked puzzled enough for Aemond to take it as a sign to answer her unspoken question.

"There are scrolls and scripts in here worth more than a kings ransom, my dearest. All precious things must be protected."

Aemond watched as his bethrothed walked around the library, observing the organization before carefully walking to the section she wanted. "V" for Valyrian. She thumbed through pages of the first book she picked up and bit her cheek

After selecting two books from that section, she moved behind bookshelves out of Aemonds' sight, and reappeared in the "T" section. She was holding three more books.

Aemond would stride over to her silently, he wouldnt get too close in a bit of fear of spooking her, and yet he still startled her.

"Let me hold them." Lady stark smirked a little bit. Oh, so he was a gentleman, too? She briefly wondered if it was because she was a woman he was being so kind, or had Jacaerys been bluffing in how brutish the prince was?

"Some of these are about the north?" Aemond questioned, "Do you not know the history of your own home?"

"Of course i do!" She bit back, a bit angry at his insinuation. "I'd wish to learn what you southerners learn of our home. How you talk about our people and our land." She justified herself graciously. Aemond shocked her by apologizing. He wasn't someone she had ever expected to bow to a woman, and yet he bowed below her, took her hand, and kissed it gently.

"I would never intend to offend you, my lady."

Within a week and a half, Aemond and Lady Stark had become very close. Alicent was almost proud of her son for being so dutiful before he was even married.

Aemond enjoyed Lady Starks' presence. She was smart. Smarter than his dimwitted brother, more sensible than his kooky sister, he felt like they were on an even playing field mentally.

Lady stark, however, was just enjoying a break from the roughness that comes from Winterfell. Men there were chivalrous, sure, but they lacked warmth, Aemond one eye was filled with fire.

She didn't trust him yet, she wasnt sure if she ever could despite him never having done anything wrong to her. She found him kind, almost too kind. It went against everything anyone had ever said about him

Before long, Aemond started noticing a chance in lady starks demeanor. She was more generally sad looking, and she kept away from the people she used to look forward to being with, her maidens for tea time, Helaena, and even Aemond.

Aemond became noticeably angrier theoughout the week she distanced herself. He was upset, and he couldn't figure out why.

It was Lord Cregan Stark who had settled the tension. He had found Aemond in his study and knocked sternly to get his attention.

"You've been good to my daughter boy, made her happier than any other northern man, so I'll tell you this:" he'd begin coming closer into the room, catching Aemonds attention. "She is connected to home. Winterfell is her place. She is a baby of snow and ice. Those connections can not be broken, and it's not just to the cold. Her faith, her tradition, its all been engraved in her head and now she cannot have any of that, be gracious."

At first, Aemond almost took it as an insinuation that he couldn't make her happy because he wasn't a northerner, but he wasn't as quick to temper and thought of it logically. He was her father, of course he'd know her better then he did.

Aemond knew that lady stark believed in the old gods, but he had assumed it was in the same way his family believed in the seven, loosely. He hadn't taken interest in her religious traditions, and he should've.

He prided himself on being a smart, insightful man and as he fell more attarcted to Lady Stark. He knew he wanted to be a good husband, and eventually a good father.

Lady Stark had been missing her home. She missed sitting under the heart trees with her brother Rickon and reading him stories of the strong warriors of the old north. She missed the stew made for supper almost every week, and she missed praying before it every time, praying to her gods.

She didn't mean to push people away she just needed some space. Everyone she talked to in kingslanding unintentionally pushed their culture on her with every interaction.

She had taken all meals in her room or the given study used between her family and spent all her time in the smaller libraries and her chambers.

She wasn't isolating herself, she just wanted familarity.

As she traveled back from the east wing library to her own chambers, she noticed a lack of guards in her family's guest hall

Disregarding the fact, she would go to her own chambers and drop a heavy stack of books on a table near the entrance.

Aemond was sitting on her bed.

He was thumbing through a book lady stark recognized as her fathers. A Winterfell Tradition and History guide. Lady Stark thought about what she had said when they first met in the library, that she wanted to know what southerners write about them, and she had told him later that it was barbarically uncharacteristic.

He was showing an initiative to learn about her interest. He atleast in his head he was trying. He talked to his grandfather, Ser Otto, and asked if their was any way to have a godswood somewhere he could take his wife when they wed, somewhere he could create a place of worship for lady stark so despite being a three days dragon trip from home, could feel like she had a place.

He knew this wouldn't solve the total matter. He would have to do more to help her feel like Kings Landing would be her home just as much as winterfell was. But he hoped it may have been a beginning.

"Aemond," she broke him out of his reading. He knew she was there, of course, but he hadn't looked up.

"You dont need to acknowledge me if you dont like. I'll sit on the edge of your bed and let you do whatever in silence. I can't stand being away from you anymore, my dear, im sorry, i didn't think of how hard your adjustment has been. I'd like to help you in any way, even if it's just being by your side." He stood up as she walked closer. "Your interests are important to me. Your history is. The first thing you did when you came here was learn about my history, and i should've taken the initiative to do the same."

Lady stark felt like crying. He was emotionally invested in her and wanted to be with her. He wanted to learn her.

The couple had a conversation for hours, moving to sit in a position where she was lying in his chest. She had told him it was wrong and sinful to lay together before marriage, but neither really cared.

They read the book together, Lady stark smiling widely as she pointed out some of her ancestry, and Aemond some of her favourite childhood stories.

By the end of the night, Lady Stark realized she was happy with this arrangement. She had been wrong about Aemond, and the idea of marrying him no longer scared her.

SWEETPIANOXOXO

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Flowers and Ice 1 -Cregan Stark

"May the flower remind us why the rain was so necessary" - Xan Oku. The beautiful Rose of house Tyrell is promised to Cregan Stark after the war. She arrives before Cregan comes home, and is forced to make home in the north by herself, despite the challenges of a harsh winter.

Warnings: angst (sorta) to fluff, Cregan + miscommunication, low expectations met with high quality husband, lady tyrell is high maintenance ngl, very sweet rickon, accidentally posted this before it was finished 😔 not fully proofread.

She arrived on the dawn of a very cold morning, and the Tyrell sigil could be seen from banners not far in the distance. The Lord of the north, Cregan stark, had written to Lady Tyrell that he would not be home when she arrived, however his sister and hand would be there to tend to any needs she would have. He had said there was "business" left to attend to and he'd meet her very shortly.

Lord Stark wrote about how he had heard of how noble the Rose of house Tyrell was, and how beautiful he had heard her to be. He said he was excited to unify their houses, and he promised to be a good husband.

She had heard of the nobility and loyalty House Stark portrayed, but she hadn't expected much of a perfect husband in a burly northern man. There would be little romance, little late night cuddling, but atleast she'd be treated better then a wife of the harsh Boltons, or even worse, shipped off to House Gargalen of Dorne, rare to see family again. She would never have the husband of her dreams, it wasn't in the cards of highborn ladies.

Lady Tyrell had not expected to be left alone for moons by herself in the harsh winter months, forced (as the Lords bethrothed) to make an impression decent enough to the northerners by herself; To prove she would be a good lady of Winterfell without even knowing what her duties should be.

She had to prove herself useful to the council, attending every meeting she was permitted to (which wasn't many, as the men didn't trust her judgment nor her loyalty to Winterfell). She understood the hesitations, and she really didn't hate the life she was living, but as days passed, resentment for her bethrothed slowly built up inside of her.

The rose understood she had to make herself comfortable in her new home, she didnt have a husband to lean on, and as sweet and Sara Stark was, Lady Tyrell couldnt leech all her time away from those who had it before.

One full moon after she arrived she met Rickon, the boy of her bethrothed and his dearly departed. He was the sweetest boy and reminded her of her tiniest brother, Cagney Tyrell. Through the months they became rather close, and Lady Tyrell would visit the angel boy every day and every night before bed.

Through her days she kept busy by spending time with the children of the orphanages, and writing letters to her siblings. Half through the second moon, she recieved a letter from her bethrothed.

Dearest Bride,

My men have written and described to me how well you've adjusted to Northern life. They say you've taken interest in the politics of winter, and are even visiting my beloved son. I want to thank you for being so patient as i finish my duty, i cant wait to come and meet you. I have no doubts we will make a perfect pair and Lord and Lady Stark of Winterfell.

Before signing this letter id like to express how much it means to me that you've been so adaptive without my guidance, i truly apologise i couldnt be there on your arrival.

Your bethrothed,

Lord Cregan Stark Of Winterfell.

Lady Tyrell read the letter twice before she crumpled the letter in her hands. How could he be so dimwitted as to think she was doing any of this by choice? This was her duty. It had been made very clear to her that Lord Cregan was going to be her husband. She was going to be the lady of the north weather she wanted or not.

He hadnt even included an update on when he'd be back home. He hadnt asked any questions or provided any knowledge to even try to get and know her.

On the same day she recieved a letter from her younger sister containing petals of sunflowers, chrysanthemum, and forget-me-not. All flowers that represented a sense of loyalty and logevity, adoration, friendship, and true love. The language of flowers would be something ingrained her mind as a daughter of Highgarden.

The letter itself was simply words of sisterly love and and update of all the suitors she had met during her tenth year celebration. The acknowledgemnt of her sisters birthday passsing made The Rose feel low. She couldnt celebrate with her sister, and she herself would never have a birthday filled with flowers again. The realization made her feel small, and disconnected from her family.

On the dawn of the third moon, Sara rushed behind lady Tyrell and nearly screamed her good news. "My brothers returning! Cregan'll be home before supper! They've seen the banners riding to the gates early this morning."

She didnt know weather her heart was soaring or dropping. She was excited in a way. She would be married within the fortnight and all the dreams of a little girl would be fufilled, and her family would be there. In another way she knew she was doomed now. Her life was now tethered to Lord Stark and despite enjoying the company of his sister and little son, she had no idea how her husband would treat her, and she didnt know if the little bits of resentment she held towards him would turn her into a mean wife, a mean mother. That was her fear.

Growing up in the beautiful Highgarden, every lady wishes to be married to a kind gentleman in a sept with a grand party and feast. They had the wish to be treated like a princess by their husbands, and have huge broods of babies that they'd love and take care of every day. Realistically, very little women would live out this dream, but childlike hope would tether onto Lady Tyrell.

With that childlike hope she wished to try and make good with lord Stark. She put on a fine gown and furs to keep her warm. She wore jewelry from her home, including a large pendent with House Tyrells Sigil on it.

She was guided to the front gate with the other highborn men and women to greet the Lord Stark and his hand. They rode in on horses, less than a hundred men in total, the grandest horse being rode by an even grander man. He was burly and wearing layers upon layers of fur. He was disheveled from the ride, and yet still looked regal and attractive.

The men stopped when Lord Stark dismounted his horse, patting it sternly twice in appreciation before making his way to the line of people waiting for him. He met with his sister first, embracing her in a long hug, then stepped in front of Lady Tyrell.

It seemed like everyone held their breaths as they awaited the introductions between their Lord and to-be Lady. The Rose was of course as beautiful as legends claimed, however she had an elegant yet stern look on her face, much different from the kind smile she was said to always wear.

He knelt on one knee beneath her and took her hand in his. "My beautiful bride Lady Tyrell, The rose of Highgarden." He kissed the top of her gloved knuckle. "Im so sorry i couldnt meet your acquaintance before today, believe me when i say my duty brought me no joy in comparison to finally meeting you."

Lady Tyrell simply smiled and nodded her head, raising it as he stood up. "Its an honour to meet you after nearly four moons of being in your home, ive wondered if the wonderful Lord Stark was truly as noble as they say." Her message was delievered with a regal voice and no malice, if anything awe, but Cregan couldve sworn he noticed a little anger in her face.

He then went on too greet his son, the little boy being covered in furs as if a small puffball. This caused the kind smile to peak through her elegant facade and Cregan noticed it. He wondered what he had done wrong to make the Lady even slightly angry with him, they had just met! Had his sister said something that perhaps provoked the delicate sensibilities of a Highgarden Lady? Had the men said something?

There, of course, was a large banquet planned for their return, but as no one had an idea when Lord Stark would be back, it was planned for the morrow. This was no matter to Cregan as it gave him time to court his wife privately, or atleast he presumed.

By the time they had been settled back in their chambers and relaxed for the evening, most of the men whom returned taking their suppers in their chambers and scrubbing the grime off their body. Many others spent their returning hours with ladies of the brothels.

Lord Stark however, was on his way to his bethrothed's chambers. He stood infront of her door for a click of a second, slightly unnerved that there was no one in front of it, not guard nor servent or handmaiden.

He knocked twice, hard. There was no response. It wasnt late enough for her to have retired to sleep. He knocked once to announce his entrance as he opened her door, to find no one there.

The Lord looked around for a bit. Her bed was made with lighter coloured furs and he could see silks underneath. There was paintings of flowers near the hearth, along with a portrait of her family. Her wardrobe was left with one door slightly agape and he could see light coloured silky dresses, a true lady of the Reach.

As he was standing, doors wide open in the center of his bride room, a servent walked in, then gasped and bowed as she realized who she'd walked in on. "M'ilord, Im sorry i didnt see you." She trailed awakwardly for a second. "Could i help you with something?"

"Where is my bethrothed? Lady Tyrell?" The servent smiled gently at the mention of the Rose. The woman moved to the side of her room to close the blinds as she spoke.

"Lady Tyrell is where she is every night at this time, with your son Lord Rickon in his nursery. They always spend some time before bed per Lord Rickons request." Cregan's heart nearly burst out of his chest.

His sister had wrote to him that his bethrothed had become close to his Son, but he didn't know they had seen every night together. He travelled to the nursery swiftly, and was proud to see his best guards standing in front of the door. He opened the door quietly, attempting to avoid creaks purposely to watch without them knowing, atleast for a second.

He saw the beautiful Tyrell sitting on the floor, gown perfectly sprawled our around her, and a visibly drowsy Rickon laying in her lap, playing with her fingers. His bride was singing, very quietly to his Son. He didnt recognize the hymm, but as be watched in adoration, his foot stepped forward on a loose floorboard and caused a loud creak, causing his son and bride to look at him quickly.

Rickon looked restored of energy as he jumped up and ran to his fathers side, however his betrothed turned her face stoic again, and stood up to curtsey. "My Lord."

"My lady. My sweet wife." She grimaced slightly and he was taken aback.

"Not yet." Her voice was strong and both words were enunciated. He smiled gently, his eyebrows however set in a frown. Rickon cut off his stare with a loud giggle.

"Father, aunt Sara told me you were to marry my lady! Is it true? Will she be my new step-mother?" Cregan looked to her, almost unsure how to answer. He would never take a bride unwillingly, however the writing was already on the wall for them. They were to be wed.

"Yes, my boy." He started. "Lady Tyrell and I are to be wed, although she will only be your step mother if she'll have me." Perhaps he didnt phrase it properly. He meant that she would be his stepmother if she wanted. If she wanted to be more then married through law, she was more then welcome.

Lady Tyrell didnt hear it this way. Her instinct was that if she refused to be a dutiful wife, she'd be no longer permitted to visit Rickon. It didnt make sense, logically of course, he had written about how much he appreciate their bond in his absence, but maybe she was wrong.

Her face only turned slightly darker and Cregan panicked internally. What had he said? She then knealt to her knees again and opened her arms for Rickon. "Ill be getting to my chambers now, sweet boy, i must bathe and write a letter to my mother, ill see you tommorow morning." He ran up to embrace her for a hug and kissed her on the cheek causing her heart to melt.

"I love you My Lady" he whispered not-so quietly in her ears.

Lady Tyrell nearly broke down in tears at the proclamation and decided then she would do whatever Lord stark needed of her to stay closer to Rickon.

As she rised, she looked towards the Lord stark to cursey and take her leave. He, however, grabbed onto her arm gently to stop her. "Please, let me call for a maid, and we can walk back to your chambers." She accepted the offer but didn't meet his apologetic eyes. A young maid came in the nusery quickly, and the lord and lady left just as quick.

As soon as they were out of earshot from the guards, Lord Stark stopped them and took her to a windowsill opening to talk more privately, without potentially intruding in her space.

"May i ask my lady, have i offended you?" She took a deep breath, debating on if she'd tell the truth or mellow in her own anger.

"Perhaps it's just the sensitivities a hightower woman." She dismissed, still not looking at him fully. Perhaps he really wasn't sure what he did to offend her, perhaps it was really just normal for them. "Im sure we'll make a fine pair, Lord Stark, i just need to become more accustomed to the northern additude, im sure."

He almost wanted to be offended, but the bits of emotional intelligence he had been gifted from his departed wife and sister made him understand that something deeper was at play.

"Please talk to be bride." He pleaded, taking her face in his hands, perhaps rougher than he had intended, but that was the northern additude, not leaving their wives to be angry at them for the rest of the marriage.

"I wouldn't let you be angry at me for our lives. We are to be wed, husband and wife, lady and lord, and that's more than a political duty to me." He looked her in the eyes. She noticed how he was grey and stormy and full of promise.

"You called for my arrival in winterfell three moons ago, yet you only arrive today. You make me wait, alone in a new environment where the only person to trust me is his little sister. I have braved the beginning of my first northern winter by myself."

He paused. He looked ashamed. He had assumed it would be preferred to adjust alone, but somehow, he hadn't taken the harshness it may have been seen as. He wanted to speak but she continued.

"On top of that, you sent me one letter. One letter to thank me for patience and nothing else. You didn't ask me how i was or tell me when i could expect you. Forgive me for feeling a bit-"

"Im sorry, my Lady," he knealt below her in a sign of apology, his head ducking before he looked back into her eyes. "My intention was never to make you feel as if you were alone, i simply presumed you'd need time to adjust, i should've known to be here. I'm so sorry. " She took a deep breath.

"Lord Stark-"

"Do not call it Highgarden sensitivities, its a failure of myself as a husband-"

"Your not my husband yet."

"I am yours, however. I'm to protect you, and i should've been here to guide you. I'm sorry i didn't wait to invite you here. It was my assumption that perhaps the mix of a new enviormwnt and a new husband would be too much, i see i was wrong im sorry-"

"Lord stark!" She interuppted him, pulling him up to her level again. "I forgive you. Perhaps i was too hasty with my judging your character. You are a noble man, and maybe i should've taken a bit more initiative to explain how i felt. A man is not a mindreader."

Lord Stark smiled and brushed her hair out of her face. "Thank you. I shall be worthy of your forgivness until they day i shall die." The Rose nearly wanted to blush at his flattery. However, she didn't. She just had a coy smile painted on her lips.

Cregan took her hand tentatively and continued their walk to her chambers. They walked in silence, excusing a servents greeting them, until they were in front of her door.

He left with a kiss on her hand and a very sweet goonight, with a promise to have a servent collect her to break their fast together, jf she so wanted.

The minute the door closed behind Lady Tyrell she strode to her desk to pick up and quill and place it on a piece of partchment the maid must've laid out.

"Dearest Mother,

I may be happy in winterfell yet."

Thankyou so much for reading, i love you all so much ♡ part two coming soon