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‘ Impressive.          Unpredictable.    Absolutely revolutionary. ’

       *holds u bride style over the threshold* | accepting

jojen holds her hands in his && promises that the nerves she’s feeling will subside. with a smile on his face and all the wise words in the world to tame her overthinking, the prince of the bayou settles her soul within seconds. slows down time with their breathing, with the bond of siblings who had looked after one another their entire lives, && were now saying their silent goodbyes as one went off to take care of another. the marriage, it were said, had been arranged long ago when the girls were much smaller. their fathers were as thick as thieves, closer than any, and it were only fair that howland reed offer eddard stark his eldest daughter to wed one of his own.it were for the good of the bogs ━━━━━ that’s what they had said, but both families knew it were much more than that. they knew that ties together through marriage and kin would undoubtedly make the north and the neck a strong alliance against all enemies. that they would be unstoppable…

meera were nervous, but not because she dreaded the notion of marrying arya stark. no, instead she felt butterflies in her stomach. she felt a soft pink color pooling on the apples of her cheeks. felt the palms of her hands grew clammier by the second, and her breath in those skins && furs becoming all the more shallow. she felt joy. brazen and beautiful elation at the thought of waking every morn to the sight of arya’s face. utter happiness that they might set this world, and any other that may come after, ablaze with their devotion and unified strength.