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It was a cold winter day in Winterfell, and Lord Rickard Stark was deep in thought. He had been mulling over the issue of finding a suitable match for his second son, Eddard. As the spare heir, Eddard was not seen as valuable in the eyes of potential suitors. He was plain-looking and lacked the charm and charisma of his older brother, Brandon, who was set to inherit Winterfell.
Lord Rickard knew that it was his duty to secure a good match for Eddard, but he was struggling to find a suitable candidate. That was when he remembered the Lord of the Hightower, Leyton Hightower. The Hightowers were an ancient and respected family, and Lord Leyton had a daughter of marriageable age, Alerie.
Lord Rickard sent a raven to Oldtown, requesting a meeting with Lord Leyton to discuss a potential match between Eddard and Alerie. However, Lord Leyton was skeptical. He had received an offer from Lord Mace Tyrell, the Warden of the Reach, who was much richer and had a higher standing in the kingdom. But Lord Rickard was not deterred. He reminded Lord Leyton that both House Stark and House Hightower were descendants of the First Men, and that should count for something.
After much discussion, Lord Leyton agreed to consider the match. However, he wanted further confirmation before making a final decision. That was when Lord Rickard revealed a shocking truth. He admitted to being part of a plot with Jon Arryn to topple the Targaryens from the Iron Throne. If the plot worked, Eddard would have a position in King's Landing and would receive half of the city's vaults. This revelation swayed Lord Leyton, and he agreed to the match.
Eddard was unsure about the whole situation as he and his father traveled to Oldtown to meet with Lord Leyton and his daughter, Alerie. He had never met her before, and he didn't know what to expect. But when he first laid eyes on her, his eyebrows rose in surprise. Alerie was stunning. She had a slender figure with pale skin, high cheekbones, silver hair, and piercing blue eyes. Her red lips were curved into a demure smile, and she wore a beautiful green gown.
As they walked in the gardens of the Hightower, Eddard discovered that Alerie was not only beautiful but also kind and intelligent. She had a strong belief in the Seven, but she also showed respect for Eddard's religion of the Old Gods. They talked for hours, and by the end of the day, Eddard was convinced that Alerie was the perfect match for him.
After Eddard became the lord of Harrenhal, a Septon was brought to marry him and Alerie in a simple ceremony. Once the vows were exchanged, the Septon left the newlyweds alone in their chambers. Eddard closed the door quietly, and Alerie sat on the bed, looking at him with a mix of shyness and curiosity
Eddard's gaze fell to the ground, but then he straightened and gave a signal for Alerie to take off her gown. As she did, he discarded his own clothes and joined her on the bed. He couldn't help but notice her round breasts, flat stomach, shapely hips, and long, slender legs. He also noticed a few silver hairs in her intimate area, but it only added to her beauty in his eyes.
Alerie averted her gaze, feeling self-conscious under Eddard's intense stare. But he gently lifted her chin and kissed her, slowly and tenderly. He then moved to her neck, biting and sucking on the sensitive skin, eliciting a soft moan from Alerie. He continued to explore her body, paying special attention to her breasts, stomach, hips, and thighs, leaving love bites and marks along the way.
Finally, when Alerie was ready, Eddard entered her, and they became one. As they moved together in a rhythm as old as time, their love and passion for each other grew. Blood colored Eddard's manhood, proof of their union and commitment to each other.
As they lay in each other's arms, spent and content, Eddard knew that he had found his perfect match in Alerie. They were both descendants of the First Men, and now, they were united in love and marriage. Together, they would rule Harrenhal and build a future for their family, guided by the old gods and the faith of the Seven.