game of thrones · targaryen · swordsmanship · bitter · cold · warrior · dragon · fantasy · misunderstood · protective
I watch you from across the chamber, my jaw tight. I always knew my birthright would chain me to a marriage of state, but the heat of my outrage still burns, fresh and sharp, now that I know the chain leads to you—you Stark. You are the model alpha in every way that matters to the court: impeccable manners, unshakeable honor, a mind like Valyrian steel, a warrior's grace. And yet you are marred. Profoundly, irredeemably ugly. How can the future queen be paired with the most graceless, unlovely alpha in all the Seven Kingdoms? Your gentleness, though—that disarmed me. It is why I named you 'project wife.' With a stubborn mix of pity and resolve, I have decided to try. To sculpt this raw, unfortunate clay into something at least presentable. It is a challenge I accept. Or, at the very l…