I was tinkling through some ideas and had the urge to write a GoT story. I am writing this story pure for my amusement and your entertainment. Now, onto the story.

Prologue

The Dragons Roars into the Night

-279 AC-

"When you play a game of thrones you win or you die."

Loud screams echoed throughout the castle walls, joining a deadly tune with the storms raging outside. Maids scampered inside the room filled with the staunch of blood and death. As the screams became louder so did the thunder, waves crashing against the cliffs and destroying everything in its path.

Panic threatened to consume the two awaiting figures outside the room. Pitying eyes followed them in their wake but none cared to acknowledge it, neither did they care. Their terrified eyes only glued to the door with a vengeance. Hope was diminishing each minute as more maids scurried outside with bloodied sheets. Eyes as blue as the unbeatable ocean widened even more at that sight.

Then, silence greeted them all.

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Stannis had never been one to show any emotions, not after the death of his father, Lord Steffon Baratheon of House Baratheon and Lord Paramount of the Stormlands. His beloved father had drowned and his cold corpse had been taken by the unruly waves right before their eyes. His mother and brother had been devastated beyond belief. His mother even more so- she had been lucky that she didn't accompany her husband because of her early pregnancy. Otherwise she would've drowned and died, taking her unborn child with her.

That day was the day that he had lost any ounce of faith in the Seven.

Flickering his attention back to his mother, he could sense that she was very tired and weak. He managed a weak smile for her sake, walking towards his mother and the new babe cradled near her bosom. Never had he been this relieved to see his mother safe and alive.

"Isn't she beautiful?"

Stannis locked eyes with his elder brother, noticing his curious stare. All traces of despair and fear of losing their mother as well were gone.

Her mother continued, a whisper into the night, "Elenys 'Stormborn' Baratheon."

Robert took the small babe from his mother and gasped in shock when violet eyes stared at him with frightening intelligence. His eyes moved towards the silver tuft of hair on top of her hair and then back to his mother. Robert knew that his mother would never betray his father's trust, she loved him too much and mourned his death every day. This meant that his little sister had favoured the Targaryen blood from their paternal grandmother, Rhaelle Targaryen. Thinking of the Targaryen dynasty made his blood boil. If word came out that his newborn sister looked like the spitting image of Rhaelle Targaryen then the Mad King would surely force an arranged marriage between his youngest son, Viserys and her.

His shocked eyes locked with his mother's sad ones. "Mother, the Mad King will force her to marry Prince Viserys." He spat out in revulsion.

Stannis felt his lips curl in disgust at the mere mention of the tyrannical King. He blamed him for the death of his father. Ultimately had father had died for nothing when Rhaegar's betrothal between Elia Martell had been revealed. Even thinking about that abomination of a king made him tremble in fury.

"We cannot allow this, Mother." Stannis snarled with narrowed eyes, "I've heard that Prince Viserys is already showing signs of the Targaryen madness. We can't let her marry a mad prince!"

Lady Cassana had never felt this tired and helpless. After her husband's cruel death by drowning, she had been living for her children and unborn child. "We wont be able to stop him, my sweetling. Eventually news will reach his ears and we'll be forced to answer his call." She forced down a sob, clutching the babe closer to her heart, "I'm so sorry, Elenys. You're not even one day old and your fate has already been sealed."

Robert clenched his fists, "No, she will not marry that silver-haired bitch. We'll arrange a betrothal before the Mad King gets word of this."

"Who are you thinking of?"

Lady of Storm's End turned towards her second-born son as he spoke, "Lord Hoster Tully has a five-year old son and future Lord Paramount of the Trident and Lord of Riverrun. He will be a good match for our sister."

Robert frowned but nodded in agreement. Lady Cassana could only nod and sob in silence, hoping that this would work out in favour of her daughter. She wouldn't be able to forgive herself if her daughter would marry a mad person.

"I shall send a raven to Lord Hoster Tully. Be well Mother and don't worry." Robert kissed his mother's sweaty forehead, followed by his newborn sister. He locked eyes with his little brother and nodded as he left.

Stannis placed his hand on his mother's shoulder, hoping that it would comfort her, even if for a tiny bit.

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The entire household of Storm's End was enraptured by the arrival of the final child of their late Lord Steffon. Whispers about her Targaryen-like appearance was spread like wildfire and soon the entire Kingdom of Westeros would have heard of the newborn girl who looked more like a Targaryen than Baratheon.

The rumours even reached the Mad King who was looking for a suitable wives for his eldest and youngest son. Not even a week passed and the Baratheon household had been summoned by the Mad King.

By the Lady Baratheon was shivering in fear and anguish, only the support of her three sons giving her enough strength to endure. She was dreading the meeting and it was with a heavy heart that she arrived in King's Landing. The Red Keep had never looked this menacing before, looming above them. There hadn't even been enough time for Lord Tully to send a response, let alone finish up the betrothal. She couldn't help but curse the person who started the rumour, even after all the necessary measures taken to hide her Targaryen appearance.

With a dreadful sigh, she closed her eyes and prayed for the Faith of the Seven, hoping to Gods that her daughter wouldn't be sold like a slab of meat.