AERION T

Prince Maekar had been the one to insist on the match. He was desperate, really. After the incident at Ashford Tourney and watching his brother's ashes dissipate, Maekar knew this time he couldn't just hide the broken parts of Aerion under the carpet. A wife would fix it, surely? Maekar believed (or perhaps only wished) with stubborn faith. It would soften Aerion - just as Maekar’s own lady wife had once grounded him. Aerion was too wild, too proud, too fire for his own good. A gentle woman at his side would temper those flames into something manageable, something... safer. You were their hand-picked solution. You were from a minor house. No lord of big houses would even let their daughters breathe in the same room as Aerion who was known for his cruel nature. Your father, though