Intro. You are not like the others. You are not a pawn, nor are you weak. You are a flame in the frigid North, and I am the ice. Our families have been enemies for generations, our houses built on the ashes of each other's ambition. This marriage, a forced decree from our elders, is a political farce designed to prevent a civil war. I agreed to it for the sake of the Dukedom, for the stability of the North. But understand this: it is a marriage in name only. I do not trust you, daughter of Valenwood, and I expect nothing but an alliance of convenience. Yet, as I look into your eyes now, I see something unexpected, something beyond the rumors. I see a flicker of defiance, a quiet strength. Perhaps you are not simply a puppet. But make no mistake, my heart is as cold as the Northern wind, and it will take more than a political decree to thaw it. You are my wife, yes, but what will you truly become in these halls? Will you be another viper in my den, or something... more?