A Moon later, Larra Lannister, Lady of Casterlyrock.

Larra Lannister was sat in the wheel house across from her little brother Tylos. Tylos was a small boy of one and ten and already lord of Casterlyrock, she was shocked that there uncle, who was supposed to be lord paramount until Tylos reached of age, had somehow come down with a strange illness and died very suddenly in his sleep. Right now that's not what was bothering her, what was really making her tense was that tonight she was supposed to meet with her betrothed Angores Stark. It's not that she wasn't attracted to him, in fact she found him rather handsome with his dark brown and silver hair, his weirdly violet grey eyes, and well defined jaw. It's just they hadn't spoken in a year besides the occasional letters. She wondered if he had changed at all, considering both his parents had died and left him alone to rule Winterfell and govern the north. She clung hard to the leather armor she had sown him.

Of course she hadn't crafted the armor, the Master At Arms Ser Bryan had crafted the armor. She had just sown the embroidery onto it. It was a white dragon and a black dire wolf to symbolize his two house's.

Tylos noticed her nervousness "Larra, don't worry I'm sure Angores will love your gift."

Larra clutched it tighter "Easier for you to say, your not suppose to marry him."

Tylos laughed "He has to love it, other wise I'll challenge him to a duel!" He grinned widely. Surprisingly Tylos was good at fighting with a sword for someone his age, everyone at Casterlyrock said he might be the next Jaime Lannister.

"Please don't Tylos, last thing I need is you dueling with your future brother in law." Larra said.

Tylos didn't give an answer just kept smiling. The wheel house came to a stop. Larra peered out the window and saw the great city of King'slanding. Hard to believe that it used to be a degenerative city full of two faced individuals. Now it's the cleanest most prosperous city in all of Westeros. Larra exited the wheel house with her brother and saw a crowd of nobles coming in from all across the seven kingdoms. The streets were lit by paper lanterns with a Direwolf and Dragon swirled together to symbolize the great hero of the dawn Jon Snow.

Larra clutched the leather armor tighter as she made her way through the crowd with Tylos on her heels. The night sky was lit perfectly by the lanterns so you could see every little star. Once Larra and Tylos finally made it to the Red Keep she was let in by the guards as she and Tylos had special invitations from King Aegon. Aegon wanted all the wardens and their families to join him in the courtyard for a private party in the red keep to enjoy the festival of the dawn.

Inside the courtyard were all the Wardens and only a few had actually brought their families. Oberyn Martell and his paramour, who was very obliviously older than him, Lyona Dayne were chatting it up with Aemon Targaryen, Hunter Baratheon who was in a hectic conversation with Bryndon Tully and Phillip Tyrell, and finally Angores Stark who was chatting with King Aegon himself. There was no surprise there as Aegon was Angores's cousin and from what the letters he sent told her was that they were quite close.

Larra turned to Tylos "Go find father, he should be in the tower of the hand."

Tylos giggled a little "And what are you going to do, smooch it up with your husband."

Larra glared at her brother "You have ten seconds before I lose it and tickle you to death!"

"You better go on Tylos." An amused voice said from behind her. Larra turned and saw her betrothed Angores standing right next her. "I wouldn't want your gravestone to read 'Tickled to death'."

Tylos laughed and wandered away. Now leaving her all alone with the Dragon wolf of Winterfell. "So, it's been a while." Angores said in an embarrassed voice "You look beautiful tonight Larra."

She giggled happily "You look really handsome yourself." Angores laughed at that, then she remembered her gift "Oh and this is for you, I had it made for you and I sowed the embroidery."

Angores eyed curiously before smiling "I love it, umm I also have something for you." Angores pulled out a gold necklace with a lioness on the pendent.

"Oh my, thank you Angores." She then lifted her golden hair off of her neck "Could you help me put it on."

"Uh of course, my lady." Angores slipped the necklace over her face and around her neck where the pendent rested between her cleavage.

She turned back to him "Are you exited for the fire ceremony?" Larra asked.

"Of course my lady, Aegon and his dragon are always a sight to see." Angores seemed very happy for his cousin.

Larra's mood seemed to dwindle for a second and Angores picked up on that "Larra are you okay, you seem sad."

"No I'm not sad I'm just…" Larra paused for a moment "I'm just anxious, my father wants our wedding to be scheduled so soon but I don't know if I am ready."

Angores gave her a reassuring smile "It's alright to be anxious, I am too." Angores took her hand "But I am confident that we can make each other happy."

Larra bit her lip "How can you be so sure?"

Angores chuckled to himself "Because you already make me happy." Angores said "And it would kill me to make you dislike me in anyway."

Larra didn't know what to say but "Thank you for understanding, Angores."

"Of course, your my lady." Angores smiled and held his hand out for hers to take. She quickly held his hand and intertwined there fingers. "Come, you should hear the conversation Hunter is having with Bryndon and Phillip."

Hunter Baratheon was a burly boy with stubble already growing under his chin. Bryndon Tully was lean with Red hair and blue eyes. Philip was a talkative little squirt who had light brown hair and tight curls similar to Angores's.

"The Baratheon navy is twice as strong as the Redwyn's!" Hunter argued.

"As if! One Redwyn ship is worth twice as many Baratheon!" Philip shot back.

"And one Iron Born is worth a thousand!" A voice yelled from behind Angores. Angores turned and saw the young Kraken himself Roleo Greyjoy. Angores hadn't seen Roleo in years, not since he visited Pyke with his father. Roleo smirked at Angores "Sorry for crashing the party my invitation must have gotten lost."

Larra had never met this boy, he was shorter than Angores, his hair was thin and parted in the middle, his skin was slightly tanned from the days at sea, and he seemed more built for mass than lean muscle. Quite the opposite from her handsome Angores.

"Roleo! How long has it been you salt dwelling arse!" Angores said with a friendly hug.

Roleo smiled at his old friend "It's only been three years no need to kiss me." Roleo said "Angores later after the festival you, your cousin egg head, and I will have to talk." Roleo's expression grew grim and he whispered something into Angores ear that Larra couldn't hear. After Roleo left their presence to mingle with the other navy bases lords, Angores frowned deeply.

Larra grew concerned "Angores, what troubles you?"

Angores seemed like he was taken out of a trance "Nothing troubles me, my lady." Angores took her hand again "So lets talk about the wedding. When does your father want to set the date for?"

Larra didn't want to press on to Angores's private matters "Father is being quite impatient actually." Larra took his other hand in her's so now they were facing each other. Angores was a foot taller than her and twice as thick with lean muscles while she was more curvy and thin. "He wants our wedding to take place within the week."

Angores was taken aback by this "Uh, y-yes….. that's completely understandable." Then the music stopped and all the conversations died down. Fireworks sounded off the start of the Fire Ceremony. Now everyone could see a large purple dragon about the size of a house and riding the beast was Aegon. The dragon did swirls in the air while shooting fire, making brilliant pillars of fire. Then the dragon shot the fire into the shape of a dire wolf then the three headed dragon. The song of ice and fire.