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Chapter 5

Robert's arms were shaking, and his raspy breath was loud. The sweat on his forehead was visible to everyone as the Lord of the Stormslands barely kept up with a buffed-up Brandon Stark. The heir of Winterfell kept on punishing Robert with every swing of his wooden sword. Perhaps, the only good thing about sparring. And brought down, an insane power Robert wasn't used to seeing. Robert has sparred with Ned many times before, and there was a clear distinction between both Stark men.

Ned's style was slower but more precise. He kept his guard up and kept his strikes short but fast. Robert hated fighting Ned since the Quiet Wolf could just keep up with him and wear him down by evading and blocking his strikes. Ned wasn't a flashy fighter or one who wins with sheer strength. No, the Quiet Wolf earned his nickname by being a predator, taking his time to hunt silently.

Brandon's style, however, was more like Roberts. Both of them used their muscles to win fights. They were vicious with their attack. Using a rampage of attacks, one after another, to defeat their opponents. Yet, Robert noticed a specific pattern in Ned and Robert's swordsmanship technique. It was hard to see at first look, but it seems as if they jump slightly every time to attack. It was strange and highly effective. Robert wondered where they learned such a peculiar technique. However, Robert's thoughts were interrupted by a powerful strike by Brandon, directly on the Stormsland's Lord's stomach.

Robert groaned as one knee touched the dirty ground.

"Does it hurt, milord?" Brandon jested in no friendly manner.

"I'll get you," Robert muttered angrily, refusing to show pain on his face.

Robert then proceeded to attack as soon as he stood up. The wooden sword was smashing with each other, and the cracking sound made everyone know. Those poor swords were about to break. Yet, that didn't matter for Robert or Brandon.

Robert yelled, aiming for Brandon's head. The Wild Wolf saw it coming and moved at speed never seen by Robert. The swing of his arm was long enough to open a weakness in the Stormland's defense, and Brandon took advantage of it. He brought the back of the wooden sword and smashed Robert's face hard. Robert could taste the blood in his mouth and felt lightheaded. Yet, he was too prideful to fall. Robert kept on fighting. And Brandon kept on moving at an incredible speed.

Robert's swings were fast and powerful. Yet, Brandon, who could be slightly taller than Robert and with more muscle mass, was having no problem evading them. Brandon was moving so fast, almost in a blur to anyone's eyes. Something so big couldn't move so fast and be so agile.

How can he move so fast?! Robert thought, baffled by the speed of the Wild Wolf.

Can Ned move like this?! If that is the case, then Ned hasn't been serious all this time while sparring with me? Robert couldn't help but wonder after Brandons' strikes kept on hammering his body.

Brandon was enjoying using Robert's body as a practice dummy. He wasn't even using all his strength or those strange skills their teacher, Lukas Muller, had taught them. There was no need. Yet, he couldn't deny how vindictive he felt by beating that man down. It was personal. Brandon knew what type of man Robert was because he was like him. So, he expected nothing but the worst from Robert. That's why he kept on thrashing him around.

Robert fell on his back; blood was pouring from his nose, lips, and bruises covering all of his body. Robert was slowly fading away.

"Do you yield?" Brandon asked, as Robert only groaned.

"I... yield," Robert replied while moaning in pain. He was almost unconscious.

Brandon smirked, yet, his victory celebration was stopped by the sudden scream of his sister.

"Brandon Stark, that's enough!" Galadriel yelled.

Everyone turned around and saw the white-haired Stark girl furiously walking toward them.

"Oh, no, you fucked up, Brandon!" Lyanna whispered, hiding her smirk.

"Gali, this is not what it looks like," Brandon said, trying to defend himself. Yet, those angry golden eyes were clearing, seeing another thing.

"Oh, really?! Tell me then, why is Lord Baratheon beating to a pulp on the ground?!" Galadriel hissed angrily. And everyone just moved away, even the Direwolves.

Brandon, you idiot! You don't understand that the Stormlands are one of our biggest buyers?! They buy twice as much wheat and Steel from us than the Riverlands and the Westerlands! I am not going to lose one of our clients because you decided to play Macho-man! Galadriel thought furiously. Then, she glared at the rest of her family, and all of them shivered at the sight of the White Wolf's gaze upon them.

"Eddard, my dear, so good to see you again," Galadriel smiled gently, kissing her twin brother's cheeks and hugging him tenderly. Yet, after that, she then glared at him. And that made Ned anxious.

"Uh, yeah... good to see you, Galadriel," Ned whispered, yet, he could still feel the fury in her eyes. "Haven I tell you, how beautiful you are?" Ned said nervously, as Galadriel only glared at him.

"Eddard."

"Yes, my dear sister?"

"Shut up."

"Yes."

"Now, pleasantries aside, could you explain to me why is Lord Baratheon on the ground, unconscious?" Galadriel asked sweetly, making all the siblings feel Winter had finally come.

"Uhm, you see... it's... Ah, oh! Yes! It's Lyanna's and Brandon's fault!" Ned exclaimed, throwing his siblings into Wolf's mouth.

"What?!" Lyanna and Brandon yelled back.

"It was Brandon, who decided to spar with him, not me!" Lyanna replied, pushing the blame to Brandon. And hiding behind Benjen, who wished to be somewhere else currently.

"Traitor!" Brandon hissed as Lyanna was not about to get reprimanded by her sister because of him.

"Look, Gali, it was all in good fun!" Brandon replied nervously as Galadriel approached him, and while he was way taller than him. Galadriel could sometimes feel like the most giant person in the room. It was something everyone in Winterfell knew about. If the White Wolf was angry, everyone was afraid. And not even the most hardened soldier could help but shiver at the sight of those golden eyes glaring at them.

"Fun...? Fun, you say? Should I show you the numbers, my dear brother? Do you want me to explain why it is essential to uphold good terms with the southern lords?"

"Uh, I know, I know!" Brandon muttered, refusing to look at his younger sister. "It's not like he didn't deserve it."

"What did you say?"

"Nothing!"

"Brandon Stark, you look at me when I am talking to you!" Brandon froze like a scolded child as those golden eyes peered into his soul. Lyanna and Ned were glad to avoid the onslaught happening before them. Brandon was looking small at every second, and everyone watching in the courtyard could only pray for the heir of Winterfell's well-being. Of course, Pandora's Actor was having the time of his life, watching his lady terrorize her siblings. It was a cute thing to witness. Yet, he decided to save poor Brandon's soul before Galadriel settled to teach him economics in the middle of the courtyard. My lady can get quite vicious when it comes down to profits. She'll punish everyone who dares to interrupt the flow of gold to her side. No wonder she was part of an elite group taking care of keeping an entire company running smoothly. Pandora's Actor thought amusingly, remembering all of the times his lady would brag about the many deals she procured while working on the hell hole.

"Uh, my lady, shouldn't you worry about Lord Baratheon?" Pandora's Actor asked, using his Lukas Muller persona.

Galadriel then remembered it and decided to pardon Brandon's missteps for now. She approached the beating-up Lord of the Stormlands and knelt next to him.

"Milord! Are you alright?" Galadriel asked urgently; as Robert didn't reply, he was lying unmoving on his back.

Uwah! Brandon! Why?! Galadriel groaned internally as she gently touched Robert's face and checked his pulse. You're alive, right? Please tell me you're still alive! You represent 18% of our annual income! Galadriel thought while leaning forward to see if Robert was still breathing. Her soft hand slowly woke Robert up as the Lord of the Stormlands felt something warmth touching his face. The gentle breathing of a woman near his face and the soft voice brought him back from the dark world he was in.

"Oh, uh...?" Robert groaned, slowly opening his eyes.

"Milord! Thank the gods you're alive! I was dead worried for you!" Galadriel exclaimed dramatically. My 18% is alive! My 18% annual income is still functional! Galadriel cried with joy while holding the hands of Robert Baratheon, who just stared at her, mesmerized by her. The siblings knew why their sister was behaving like that, and it wasn't because she had fallen in love with Robert. But the gold the Stormslands brought to the North.

Robert, however, looked at the scene completely differently. Before him, a goddess was kneeling next to him, holding his hands, crying with joy for him. Robert has heard about the White Wolf beauty many times. But to see it first hand was another thing entirely. The long snowy white hair, those round, succulent, and kissable red lips, combined with a perfectly symmetrical face, devoid of any imperfection, and a body shaped by the Maiden herself. And you have Galadriel Stark. The most beautiful woman in all Seven Kingdoms.

Robert knew then that he was in love. He slowly touched Galadriel's cheek, and the sensation of her skin on his fingertips was better than anything in his life, more than whores, more than crack skulls, more than his life. She was everything he ever wanted.

"You're... beautiful," he whispered, and Galadriel tilted his head.

"Thank you, milord," Galadriel smiled gently. Uh, is he having a concussion? What a weird way to start a conversation.

"Please, milord, hold on. You're in good hands!"

"Ned, Brandon, help Lord Baratheon. Benjen, please be a dear and go for Maester Luwin."

Benjen did not wait and ran away, and Brandon and Ned just muttered things slowly. While they helped Robert stand up. And it was clear that Brandon hurt the Lord of the Stormslands as Robert had a hard time standing on his feet.

"Please... don't leave me, be my wife," Robert muttered, slowly fading away soon.

"Tell him to hurry up, please! He is delirious!" Galadriel yelled urgently.

"He should just drop dead," Lyanna muttered. "Look at the way he's looking at you!"

"Lyanna, please, don't be silly. He's just incoherent."

Galadriel moaned as her siblings seemed to be dead set on making her business more complicated than it needed t to be. The day had just begun, and Galadriel was just not going to allow her family to cause problems for the North.

The night came, and thankfully, none of Robert's wounds were severe enough to warrant a Health Potion. So, Galadriel's income was safe, and it seems the godly beating from Robert was long forgotten. In fact, Robert was laughing about it. Especially during diner time. Robert just made fun of himself, like it was not a big problem. Yet, it was clear that the impression Galadriel had on Robert was slowly making a wave across the dinner table. And not in a good way. Although, everyone except for Galadriel since she kept on smiling at Robert's stupid flirt. Unaware of what they meant truly. Galadriel was dealing with Robert like she would with a client. All those years working for a big company have implemented that behavior in her. It was also the Japanese costume to behave like that around clients, serve them drinks and listen to them with big fake smiles. And endure whatever they throw at her. It was something Galadriel still does even in that new world.

"Ned was right. You're truly the most gorgeous woman in all Seven Kingdoms," Robert said dreamily. At the same time, the rest of the Stark family only groaned.

"Oh, thank you, milord," Galadriel just smiled and waved, that's all.

"Lord Baratheon, I appreciate your kind words to my daughter. But, please do keep it under control," Lyarra Stark's voice showed that she was not a woman to mess with, especially when it came down to her daughters. Particularly Galadriel, who Lyarra believes was the dumbest of them all. She just doesn't see Lord Baratheon's approaches! Robert wants her more than anything! And she smiles back like nothing! I swear it, this daughter of mine will be my death! With numbers, she's brilliant, but with people, especially men, she is an idiot!

Lyarra groaned deeply, while Galadriel had that dreamy face on her, while Robert smiled at her flirtatiously.

"I meant no disrespect, my lady. But there is no woman like her. I'll do whatever you wished of me, my Lord Stark. If you want a star, I'll get it for her. If you want me to bring a dragon's head, I'll search for it! Whatever it takes to get her hand, I'll do a thousand times!"

Robert exclaimed with a dead-serious tone. Lyarra stared at her husband and knew it won't happen. Rickard has made sure that, no matter how many lords come and go, he would not force his daughters to marry a man they didn't love. It was risky since many of them were already asking for his daughter's hands in the North.

Lyanna is a Wilf Wolf and would mostly run away and live the rest of her life as a pirate before being tied down against her will. And Galadriel... she is very slow when it comes down to these sorts of things. I fear for her more than anyone. She could be easily seduced by a man and locked away! I need to protect her!

Rickard thought grimly, noticing the baffled face of Galadriel, who just looked at the Baratheon lord, entertained.

"You'll do all of that?" Galadriel asked softly. Albeit awkwardly. "That's very extreme, don't you think, my lord?"

"For you, I'll do anything!" Robert exclaimed. "Whatever you want from me, you should have it! Anything!"

Galadriel's eyes shined brightly at that.

Mm, would you give me permission to mine Tarth? I heard they have many undiscovered Diamond mines! I could buy the land, establish my mining company there, and exploit their hills! Galadriel thought joyfully, thinking of the possibilities of just using Lord Baratheon's stupidity against him.

Also, what does he mean by getting a star for me? Was he flirting with me? That's quite cringing. Galadriel wondered since she had never dated before. Or been on the receiving end of someone being flirtatious towards her. She just didn't care honestly or bothered worrying about it. Galadriel waved it off as nothing to be concerned about. Yet, her family thought something different.

"I... I don't know," Galadriel muttered, deciding to play the role of the clueless girl; there was a reason for that. It was easier to deal with people that way. Galadriel knew how beautiful she was and how much men lusted after her. So, she used that to procure more assets for the North, which was the ultimate goal. Galadriel wanted to make the North the first superpower of Westeros and the World. So, she won't embitter Lord Baratheon and cause long-term problems with the Stormlands. Galadriel would just act shy and quite confused.

That was what Galadriel does most of the time. However, no matter how often she used that innocent and shy girl card. There were times when Galadriel was indeed utterly clueless about just how much men wanted her. And sometimes, Galadriel couldn't grasp when someone was flirty with her or was trying to seduce her. Her mind was just filled with numbers and how to expand the power of the North. A life of low self-esteem could do that to a person. Yet, that leads to many hilarious scenarios.

"I swear to all gods, old and new, I'll win you over, my lady!"

"Win me over?" Galadriel replied, a bit edgy.

"Yes, I'll do whatever is necessary to make you my wife!"

"Uh, I am too young still for such thing, my Lord. I don't know if I am fit to be someone else wife," Galadriel muttered. Ugh, his breath stinks!

"I'll wait for you," Robert replied with sincerity in his voice.

Galadriel groaned internally, but she wondered how she could use the situation. The Stormlands is not a land where people farm too much. The rainy and storm-like weather makes it difficult. That's why they buy so much wheat from us, among beef and other types of food. Galadriel deeply thought, how could she squeeze the Stormlands from the resources. But, besides the fertile mines of Tarth. The Stormlands, as a whole, weren't a heavyweight in terms of resources.

"I'll wait an eternity for you," Robert said, leaning forward to take Galadriel's hand and gently put his lips on her knuckles. "For you're the woman who has steel my breath and heart."

"My lord Baratheon," Galadriel whispered, slowly covering her face, with her hands. Everyone saw the blush on her face. Although, Galadriel wasn't blushing for that necessarily.

Uwah! This is beyond cringe! And he just kissed my hand, and he just ate pork! Ew, ew, ew! Disgusting!

Everyone was alarmed, except Pandora's Actor, who was enjoying the show. He could already see the embarrassed reaction from his lady and why she was covering her face, and truth be told. Pandora's Actor was incredibly entertained.

"Brandon, I think he needs another beating," Lyanna muttered angrily.

"Aye," Brandon hissed. Ned, however, was silent, just staring at his twin sister and friend with cold eyes and not a so friendly face.

"As I say, Lord Baratheon, please do keep in mind. I'll not give my daughter to any lord. Not even you," Rickard added, with the famous stoic Stark voice.

"And I'll keep my word and show that I am worthy of your daughter's hand!"

Galadriel rolled her eyes, getting tired of Robert's relentless pursuit. He's getting annoying. I wonder if his younger brothers would be easier to control. Galadriel wondered. Thankfully, the night wasn't going to end on a down note. Since Maester Luwin approached the dinner table quite hastily.

"My lord, my lady, I letter from King's Landing," the maester said, and everyone looked at them with quite the shock. Even Galadriel, who then glanced at Pandora's Actor. He simply shrugged.

"What is it?" Rickard asked, dazed.

"The prince will visit the Moat Cailin and the Fever Channel. He's requesting our meeting there."

Galadriel frowned but wondered why the sudden visit. Ever since they built the Channel, not once has the King bothered to pay a visit. And it was somewhat curious that he hasn't, since from their reports. King Aerys seemed to boast loudly about his achievement. So, why send the prince to visit? Why now? Galadriel thought. Yet, she realized that an unstable person was hard to predict.

"The prince is coming here?" Galadriel wondered out loud. Now, she put her mind to work and realized how important the visit was for the North. If they managed to impress the crown prince. Then, they could bring even more investment to the North. Galadriel wanted to make more roads and expand their cities. As well as to start building a navy capable of encircling Westeros. Also, if she could speak with the prince and get him on her side. It would allow her to bring the influence of the North to King's Landing. It was a perfect moment.

"We must get ready!" Galadriel yelled at everyone, surprising Robert as well.

"Galadriel is too soon," Lyarra started to speak before she was interrupted by her daughter.

"Mother, this is a crucial moment for us! We need to show the prince how much has the North improved in the last decade!"

Galadriel stood up quickly and started to walk away before stopping midway and turning around. "What are you all waiting for?! We must go to Moat Cailin!"

Galadriel left, already thinking about how could she use the prince's visit to her advantage. Yet, all of those plans would come to a halt. And not for the wrong reasons, but there wasn't a reason to worry. Galadriel's upcoming meeting with the prince would set a chain of events that would soon change Westeros.

Prince Rhaegar sighed deeply as he stared at the swamps around him. The Neck was surely making its name stand out. Yet, Rheagar noticed that while there were a lot of wetlands. A great road made out of the best cobblestone lay ahead of him. And it was not just a lonely road. There were towns every few kilometers. Small villages that served as rest stops of sorts. They were incredibly well-built, with dens for travelers, small garrisons for soldiers to keep the roads safe, and many different stores. And the traffic was highly dense, at least for the time they were in.

"The North has truly changed," Rhaegar whispered, earning a stare from the knights coming with him. Two Kingsguard were with him now, and at least a dozen knights loyal to him. One of the Kingsguard was his old friend, Ser Arthur Dayne, the Sword of the Morning, and one of the best swordsman in the Seven Kingdoms, perhaps, only behind Ser Barristan Selmy. And the other one was Ser Oswell Whent, a good friend of his.

"Did you say something, my prince?" Arthur asked.

"Nothing, Ser Arthur, just impressed by the development of the North," Rhaegar replied, and a few nodded in agreement.

"Aye, this is not the swamps of the Neck I expected to see," Arthur replied.

"To clean for a swamp," Oswell When added with a huff.

"Agree," Rhaegar replied softly. "But we have to see all of their accomplishments, especially the Channel, that has become the most essential construction in centuries. And to see, if the sudden if the Stark family are still loyal to the crown, as my father requested."

Rhaegar muttered, knowing that his father's dementia was slowly seeking enemies everywhere, even among the oldest family in Westeros.

The Stark family has always been rather peculiar, and so was the North. They were so removed from the affairs of the South almost most of the time. While they did choose a side during the Dance of Dragon and the first Blackfyre rebellion. That mainly was them doing it because they were forced to do so, just like the last war in the Stepstones. Now that Rhaegar thought about it. The North was incredibly removed from the Iron Throne. Almost independent on its own.

"The Northerners don't look friendly," Rhaegar said, looking at the common folk working on the strange farmlands in the ponds. He could only wonder what they were growing in the shallow dark waters of the swamps.

"They are complicated people, from what I understand. Winter is brutal up here. Only the strong survive," Arthur said.

"Only the strong," Rhaegar muttered.

"Or maybe they aren't used to seeing a prince," Oswell added with a teasing smile.

"The prince's beauty is making them confused," Arthur said, earning a few chuckles from them.

"Funny," Rhaegar added, with a smile of his own.

"However, my prince. Would the Stark join you?" Arthur asked in a hushing tone.

The crown prince was looking for allies across Westeros. His father's mental instability was slowly becoming unbearable, to the point. Rhaegar had to dispose of his father as soon as possible. His father needed to be dethroned if he wanted the Targaryen to rule another century. Rhaegar truly wanted to do it peacefully. Since, while Aerys was mad, he was still his father.

So far, he knew, the Westerlands was on his side, albeit temporarily. Rhaegar knew Tywin wanted him to marry his daughter. Since if Rhaegar did, Tywin would support him and help him remove the King. Rhaegar has seriously thought about it, but his father has been quite clear that he won't allow such marriage. No doubt, Aerys was already worried about The Hand of the King's growing power in the court. Rhaegar hasn't agreed to Tywin's conditions. Not yet.

Rhaegar has approached Dorne as well. And they offered the same type of conditions. He would marry Elia Martell and help him take care of his father. Rhaegar knew that his father currently approved of him marrying the Dornish princess, only because she was a princess and nothing more. But, Rhaegar was apprehensive since Dorne wasn't like the Westerlands and had little power in the royal court. Yet, it seems that he would have no choice in the matter. Still, there was a year before that happen.

The rest of the Seven Kingdoms honestly had not much to offer him, and while he needed them to support him. Rhaegar needed, urgently, a more powerful alliance. A deterrent of sorts. Lannisters were hated, Dorne was not strong enough, and the Riverlands, Vale, Reach, and Stormlands. They were in their little bubble, not strong or weak, only waiting to take advantage of any conflict. Perhaps, Rhaegar was being too careful. But, he honestly didn't want to cause an open rebellion that would cause death and future problems. No, Rhaegar wanted all significant players on his side first. Then, he'll dethrone his father. And that's why he was there, not only to see the North's new wonders. But also to procure a sort of alliance with the new power in Westeros.

"The Stark family," Rhaegar muttered. "I hope they will. They are currently above the Lannister in assets, and they have a mighty army. They always had. They control the Channel, and all the exports from the Westerlands, Riverland, Reach, and even the Iron Islands. Their new mines of gold and silver, and Steel make them a new powerhouse. And they all did it in less than a decade," Rhaegar said, with a hint of admiration. "Tywin and the rest would be fools if they antagonize them."

"They are also making a lot of noise in Essos. Even Volantis wants to do business with them. And you know how arrogant they are," Arthur added.

"If the Stark's join you, you had the biggest and richest Kingdom supporting you. That would surely make the rest follow," Oswell said, as Rhaegar nodded.

"Even Tywin Lannister would have to follow you. He benefits greatly from the Northern Channel. But, how would you do that?" Arthur asked as Rhaegar sighed deeply.

"One step at the time, my friend. First, we must meet them and see with our own eyes what's new up here."

Rhaegar told them, and they continued their ride to the Moat Cailin.

The prince company soon reached solid ground, and it took not long before at a distance. They saw a large set of towers looming over them. And a large wall, across what they could see now, was the river. But it was the stronghold that was awaiting them that completely shocked them.

"Is that the Moat Cailin?" Arthur whispered, stunned.

"This is not a fort. This is a bloody castle," Oswell added with the same shocked voice.

"My prince, this castle looks bigger than Harrenhal!"

Rhaegar nodded, and they could see that more towers were being built still. Such a giant fortress wasn't finished, but in all honesty. Rhaegar couldn't shake the feeling that the Moat Cailin was already large enough to hold inside their walls an entire army. And the more they got closed. They could see a giant wall on each side, stretching across dozen of kilometers. If not more, defending the entire Channel from any possible attack from the South. Still, it was clear that an attack on the Moat Cailin would be fruitless. If not a strategic suicide.

"No wonder Tywin Lannister wanted to control the Moat Cailin by arranging a marriage between his son and the oldest Stark daughter."

Rhaegar overheard Oswell speak and nodded. Yet, it also brought forth the person responsible for the North's sudden change.

"The White Wolf of Winterfell," Rhaegar whispered.

"It's hard to believe one person, a girl, could do so much," Arthur added.

"Yet, we are witnessing just that," Rhaegar added, and no one could deny it.

They approached the castle's grand entrance, and they immediately saw Stark bannermen standing there. And they saw the Targaryen flag and quickly opened the metal door for him.

"We have been waiting for you, my prince," one of the Stark soldiers said.

Rhaegar nodded and entered the giant castle, only to be received like he was the King. A bit perplexing for Rhaegar to witness, but something he was glad to see. The courtyard was filled with Stark soldiers, wearing what Rhaegar and his kingsguard would admit was the best-looking armor in all Seven Kingdoms. Yet, soon dazzled Rhaegar was the Stark family.

"My prince, welcome to Moat Cailin," the Lord of Winterfell said.

"Thank you for the welcoming, Lord Stark," Rhaegar said courteously.

"My dear wife and youngest son are still in Winterfell. I apologize for them not being here."

"No offense taken, my lord."

"May I present you, my children."

Rhaegar looked at the family and could help but feel strange around them. They weren't normal. Rhaegar couldn't quite comprehend why he felt so out of himself while standing next to the Stark as if they were more than the eye could see. And all of that stopped when his eyes met her.

"My two daughters," Rickard said. "My youngest one, Lyanna Stark, and my oldest one... Galadriel Stark."

Rhaegar stood there, watching the white-haired woman before him. Lyanna Stark was a wild beauty, no doubt. But next to her older sister. All women would look small. Those golden eyes peered into Rhaegar's purple. They just stared, not saying anything for a short while.

"My prince," Galadriel said, giving a slight bow to him.

"My lady," Rhaegar whispered, and everyone could see a somewhat familiar pattern on the crowned prince.

"Please," Rhaegar said, taking Galadriel's hand and gently kissing them. Everyone around Galadriel mentally groaned at the prince's reaction. Ugh, not again. The siblings thought while Galadriel smiled softly.

Nice first reaction. Now, I would have to show prince Rhaegar around, so he can see how much the North has changed! Then, I'll convince him to allow us to expand more! Galadriel thought happily, unaware that the prince's heart was currently captivated by her.

"Welcome to the North, my prince," Galadriel said.

"I thank you, my lady," Rhaegar replied, smiling at her softly, lost in her eyes.

Yet, no one noticed Robert Baratheon glaring at the prince. And staring at both was Pandora's Actor, looking from a window, with a massive smirk on his face.

"Ah, my lady. No matter how many times I tell you to keep your guard up. You keep on underestimating men's abilities to fall in love with you. I could only help but wonder. How things are going to change from now on. It would surely be entertaining!"

Pandora's Actor thought, looking at the scene before him and the many plots that would inevitably be intertwined with Galadriel's actions. It was only a matter of time.