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Where the Fire kisses Snow

Summary:

Baelor "Breakspear" Targaryen shakes hands with Lord Beron Stark for his daughter's hand, Alyrra Stark, for his own heir and son, Valarr Targaryen.
and as expected, the marriage is not ideal in the eyes of no one but agreeing families.

Southeners tought as Northeners as savages and uncivilised, not worthy for the favoured bacheolor prince at last. The councail begging the Hand to look somewhere warmer for his bride. Some bride that had grown with their ways and gods at least.
And Northeners sensed ill from the situation. Not trusting the southener world nor the crown; makeing their worries and guesses of some kind of a trick apparent to their Warden Lord meanwhile still standing with his desicion. What had struck the Crown to want them close? A wolf in the den of Dragons -far away from her home- rubbed them the wrong way.

Now, the couple that had become husband and wife from strangers straight had to work through their relations, makeing it bloom slowly but surely meanwhile Alyrra had to fight for her place within the court, the palace and all that which wanted her gone. Holding onto her roots and blood strongly in a place she saw how the realm actually was out of the snowy lands.

Notes:

Now, this fic will be a long shot to say the least, but it will be worth it. Basically what the summary says but apart from basically? guys, there is a lot that will happen...

The fic starts one or two years before the Ashford tournement and works it's way up there until it reaches further; issiuing things from emotional, phisical and political aspects. Growing depper as the relations grow and cuts get close to heart before our eyes. (I am trying to say that it will progress to become angsty in a fancy way hehe)

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The thing is I started writing this with my friend as a way to entertaint eachother but I couldnt kept myself from growing more and more into this story. So I figured I could grow it further here then and also handle the scarcity of Valarr focused longshot fics.
also please dont mind my mistakes and if sometimes the sentences gets confused. English is not my first language and I tend to write a little messy on the process of birthing the chapters.

I hope you enjoy they as much as I do! Love you all <3

Chapter 1: Before Zero

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  "Announce it." The Maesters words spilled out of his mouth with no force nor any power behind it. "The Queen is dead."

   and it felt as if the words were what finalised it, not the obviously gone, numb body laying on the blood soaked bed.

  A thread snapped inside of those in the room along with the loss.

 It should not even be a surprise, they all knew. She was found in a pool of her own blood already, -despite the drains drinking the red around her- and cuts along her body. One in each arm that opened red from wrist to elbow, more small tears on random places and one big wound in the middle of her chest.

   The look was beyond scary. Much so that they had proclaimed her dead at first sight. And perhaps, if she were not the Queen, they would not have work on the women despite her shallow breaths.

  In the end, one of the maesters had to push open the wooden door, letting the word out.

   And after that, the news spread like wildfire, its flames lickling and flickering from mouth to mouth, from every corner to every men around. Ravens awaiting to be sent to eight pile houses of seven kingdoms.

   One meant to reach the king and it felt like neither old nor the new gods could knew what that was to lead. Each word left on paper heavier than one before.

   Apart from the apparent growing mourn that started to fill those who cared; people sheepishly wondered. All knowing the sun could set anytime or in any flap of wings.

   They wondered what the king would do, now without his Queen, after everything... Doom must have been close.

 an ill sight, the maester recorded on his own study. sick and disturbing. Unreal and somewhat purposeful. The Queen was found in a still breathing state with eeri calm on her.

 We still wonder how that much blood could keep gushing out of one before death and why no voice were heared by her guards.

  And her insides... as we inspected the Queen, we saw her insides and veins dry black. Blood seemed to stop pouring only once we took a look inside her chest only to find not even a clean drop.

Of course, that much was not told to the people and not had it been written to the king. Yet, There are whispers spoken before Dorne heard of her passing.

 Assassination, Self killing, blood sacrifice -by the Queens own self or by one-. Revenge, a play displayed, a ritual... we do not know as well, I only assume it is somehow connected to magic.

  And Some even say she is not dead and is on run, some say that is from her husband while some utter 'to him.'

  At least the latter I know is not true. But one is outh to be and it will come out as I know the King will not rest until he knows what happened to the Snow Queen.