(Third Person POV)
[White Harbor, Some Time Later]
"This is as neutral as we could get." Baelon said seriously as he was adjusting his coat, "I think they're already here."
Jaehaerys nodded as he walked alongside his son, "I am aware that Lord Stark himself asked to meet us here." He said, "Let's see what this meeting brings us."
They were outside the city walls, making their way up a hill, escorted by some guards holding torches. Both Baelon and Jaehaerys came to the city on their dragons, leaving King's Landing in Aemon's care while they had a meeting with House Stark.
It appeared that Lord Stark himself had ridden out in order to meet with the King, eager to discuss the situation.
As they reached the top of the hill, they saw many Northerners already waiting for them, two of them were holding House Stark's banners as the others simply stood there.
Jaehaerys was rubbing his hands, his breath visible as he let out an exhale, "Lord Stark." He said to the man in the middle, "I apologize for forcing you to ride out of the comfort of your own home."
Lord Stark stepped forward, "Your Grace." He said, "It is I who needs to apologize, for having you fly out here. Not just you, it seems.....but Prince Baelon as well...."
Baelon placed his hand on the handle of his sword, "It is no issue." He said seriously, "I take it we are here to discuss something of a grave matter."
Lord Stark nodded, "Right to business, hm?" He said as he placed his hand in front of me, "It has come to my attention that shortly after His Grace's decision to betroth his daughter, Viserra, to my son...he had informed me that it was not ideal to go through with it."
Jaehaerys nodded, "That is correct."
"I am sorry, Your Grace." He said seriously, "With the utmost respect, your word has been given. Princess Viserra was already promised to Alaric."
"There is an issue, however....." Jaehaerys said, "Viserra is a member of The Trinity."
"That matters not to us." Lord Stark said, "The Trinity has no influence in The North. We've heard of all the exploits House Drakkengard has done. The Trinity has done nothing but be a scourge upon the Realm. It will be good for the Princess to remove her from that."
Jaehaerys looked down, "You see....." He said, "That is where the issue lies. The Leader of The Trinity, the Head of House Drakkengard.....Drakken....he is the one who has directly refused to allow Viserra to marry."
"I am sorry, Your Grace...." Lord Stark said, "But is Drakken the King of Westeros? Or are you? I humbly ask for forgiveness, speaking out of place. House Stark bent the knee to The Conqueror and has sworn to serve his House until the end of days, so long as we are spared. We cannot just allow some outside to come and call the shots."
"You are right, Lord Stark." Jaehaerys said with a serious look to his face, "I am The King, not Drakken. And I also say that it is not ideal to wed Viserra to Alaric."
A young man stepped forth, clearing his throat, "W-Where is the honor in that???"
Baelon and Jaehaerys both looked at him, "Pardon me?" Baelon asked, "Honor?"
"Alaric, watch your tone when speaking to His Grace and Prince Baelon." Lord Stark warned
"Let the boy speak." Jaehaerys said, "Go on, speak your mind."
"Princess Viserra was promised to me already." the Young Alaric said, "Fate has been sealed, you cannot go back on your word, Your Grace. There is no honor in breaking such a promise....as The King, you must-"
"I understand your feelings, Young Alaric." Jaehaerys cut him off, "But this is much more than just Honor. The integrity of the Realm's peace is at stake. Drakken isn't just some outsider, he is a being with unimaginable power. The North has been untouched when it comes to his wrath, but the rest of the Realm has felt the tremors of his power."
"What? How bad could it-" Alaric started
"Driftmark." Baelon cut him off, a serious look on his face, "Sharp Point. Both locations were obliterated completely. The island that once housed House Velaryon was completely destroyed, reduced to a flaming pile of rocks. Sharp Point stood no chance and in the matter of minutes, was left a pile of ash. Tell me, House Stark, what makes you think any of you are untouched? The Vale, The Riverlands, The Stormlands, and Dorne...all of those regions have been ravaged by The Duskguard at many points in time, there is nothing good that comes out of angering Drakken."
"And this betrothal will do nothing but anger him." Lord Stark nodded, "I understand that all too well. I know that us Northerners have sat in our homes all too comfortably while the rest of the Realm suffered. And trust me, Your Grace, if we did not have issues of our own....we would have come to aid you. The North is behind House Targar-"
"Not like it would have made a difference." A voice said
This alarmed the Northerners, causing them to jump up as they looked to the side, seeing that Drakken was materializing out of thin air.
"What the...?!" a Man said
Alaric Stark stared at this with pure shock, "What....bloody sorcery?!"
Baelon and Jaehaerys were not fazed by this, already used to Drakken's stunts.
"Drakken." Jaehaerys said as Drakken simply stood to the side of the two groups, "You are here.....Here I thought you cared not for this meeting."
"Oh, worry not." Drakken said as he took a step forward, "I am here to make my presence known to these damned Northerners....."
"This is the furthest north you've ever been, right?" Baelon asked, "I am surprised that-"
"Shut your mouth." Drakken cut him off, giving him a serious glare, "You have been getting too comfortable with me, Baelon. Just because your wife belongs to the Trinity, it does not mean that you can get warm with me."
Baelon's face hardened, "You....."
"You humans have been getting ahead of yourselves." Drakken's eyes began to glow, "Thinking you can do as you please."
Drakken reared his left foot slightly, tapping the ground with the toe of his boot, releasing a quick shockwave that hit everyone involved as a dark aura emerged from him. This caused both Baelon and Jaehaerys to be forced to their knees, taking them by surprise.
"Curses..." The King said, "D-Drakken....!"
The Northerners were also hit by the shockwave as Lord Stark and his son were forced to their knees, feeling an unbearable pressure. The rest of them were slammed hard on the ground, pinned against the cold dirt.
Lord Stark looked up to see the menacing glare of Drakken piercing him, "You....!!" He managed, "W-What are.....!"
"I am the one thing you don't want in your territory, Stark." Drakken said seriously, "I am Chaos, I am The End, and I am the one whom Viserra belongs to."
"She does not marry."