PROLOGUE
Lyanna Stark is said to hold the beauty of a winter rose. Not like the maiden of Casterly Rock, Cersei Lannister whose fair hair and green eyes hold the glimmer of gold that the Lions are famous for. Nor is Lyanna's beauty like that of the Tully girls with rich auburn hair and bright blue eyes like the rivers. No, Lyanna has the harsh beauty of the North. Her skin is pale like the eternal snow that surrounds her home, Winterfell. Her hair is dark not unlike the color that the Brothers of the Wall are fond of. Her eyes a striking grey that resembles the glaciers only a few Northern men have seen. But in physical beauty can only go so far, it is the spirit that dwells within Lyanna that has all men travel North to seek her out. The wild spirit of the North they call it, and justly so for in all her years, Lyanna Stark has never done anything that she does not give her consent to.
But it is a different time in the kingdom of Westeros. It is known that one can never refuse a king, especially a mad king like Aerys II. The cowardly king fears the power of Tywin Lannister who the king believes to be plotting to steal the seat of his son, Rhaegar. The mad king believes that only an alliance with a powerful family may bring enough force to make the Lion fear the Dragon. And what family is more powerful and loyal than that of House Stark. The northmen are considered to be like the beast that their liege lord shows as his sigil. As loyal as wolves, the lot of them but loyal to their lord not their king. In these perilous times, words and parchment cannot be trusted to hold an alliance. Only through blood can the mad king ensure the support of the Starks and the full power of the chilling North.
Rhaegar Targaryen the crowned prince and heir to the iron throne of Westeros. To the smallfolk he is charming and witty, the people's prince. He carries the looks of his dragon lineage, silver hair and violet eyes. He is tall, strong, and carries all the characteristics one would expect of a prince. What many do not know is that his smile hides a darkness not even the harshest of dragon's fire may brighten. Yet he moves on, living for his people doing his duty as a prince.
AN: Hello everyone, this is my first ASOIAF fanfic. I'll continue writing this story as long as I have the time to write. Hopefully I'll be able to keep a schedule and post maybe once per week. We'll see. This story will be un-beta'd because I can't find one willing to work with me. Any suggestions will be considered. R&R!