greater-than-marriage

                                  a maid of four-and-ten, with chestnut hair that caught the light of every torch and eyes blue as the summer sky, lord baelish’s natural daughter entranced all who came to know her. the LADY ALAYNE smiled swiftly and laughed gently, as noble as any daughter of the vale, save for the name stone. clever and beautiful, men whispered. a weapon if ever littlefinger dared wield one. far greater secrets than marriage or dowry lingered about the bastard girl, however, a black shroud stretching from giant’s lance northward, to a castle in the snow…