Countdown to Samhain Fest

by voldyismyfather

A collection of short fics which I aim to be between 100-2000 words, based on a collection of prompts placed on The Death Eater Express facebook page. So these will all be based on Tom Riddle's Death Eaters. Warning: May contain Graphic content! #DeathEaters

19. Arranged Marriages

Day 19:

1. Alecto Carrow
2. "Brother... Please..."
3. Amycus Carrow
4. "You always knew this day would come."
5. A Pagan Rite

AN: SET IN GOT/ASOIAF Universe

Pagan in this story is defined as A person holding religious beliefs other than those of the main world religions – Oxford Dictionary [Online]

As this is set in the GOT/ASOIAF Universe: Those who pray to the Old Gods are considered Pagans to those who pray to the Faith of the Seven and vice versa. (Throughout the books Northerners are referred to as Savages for their beliefs)

I do not own ASOIAF or anything associated.

Arranged Marriages

Alecto stood on a small stool as her handmaidens dressed her in her wedding gown. A tear rolled down her cheek as she sobbed at the thought of her soon to be wedding. The door to her chambers opened and her twin brother stalked into the room.

"Ally," he cooed as he approached her, "You look beautiful."

Indeed she thought with a snarky grin if only the green dress did not clash horribly with her red hair.

"Ammie," she begged.

"Ally," he responded with a sigh.

"Brother," she begged, "Please don't make me marry him."

"Sister," he retorted, "You have been betrothed to Lord Roose Bolton since you were five, you always knew this day would come."

"But I hoped it would not be so soon," she replied, "I am only four and ten and he is three and twenty."

"I am sorry Ally," her brother responded, "but there is nothing I can do, Father arranged it."

"He's a northerner," she hissed, "They are savages."

"Ally," he spoke harshly, "Calm yourself."

"I have to get married in front of bloody trees," she responded, "some pagan rite!"

"And you will grin and bear it," her brother commanded, "what are our house words?"

"No wind can break us," she spoke with as much strength as she could muster, before muttering, "soon to be our blades are sharp."

"You will always be a Carrow," her brother replied, "No matter what your last name is."

"Thank you Ammie," she replied with a small grin.

He pressed his lips to her forehead in an affectionate manner, "Now dry your eyes sister you have a wedding to attend."

Alecto sighed and allowed her handmaidens to continue dressing her, she really hoped Lord Roose Bolton wasn't a dreadful man.