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With the wolves,
I run.
ALEKSANDER EMERIES JUST WANTED TO DRINK WINE AND FRATERNIZE WITH PRETTY TOWN GIRLS.
Nothing would've made him happier than to stay in the safe seclusion of Black Mountain, tucked away in the Northeastern region of Westeros, surrounded by nothing but cold, fresh air and snowy peaks. Far away from the stench of the capital. But as he danced on the brink of adulthood, he knew what was expected of him. Marry a girl from one of the noble houses to form alliances, consummate, and produce heirs to further House Emeries for more generations.
