Once upon a time lived a princess – just as sweet, beautiful and talented as princesses in the songs have always been. Her father – the Silver Prince – doted on his only daughter, fulfilling even her smallest desire and spending hours upon hours telling her about the wondrous future waiting for her. He called her Rhaenys.
Something that never failed to make her mother cringe, for had both Rhaenyses before her died a tragic and untimely death? But it was so like Rhaegar to overlook such an insignificant detail in his grand plan, and since there were no wars to fight and no dragons to fall off, perhaps her daughter was going to survive. Her mother had little patience for prophecies and what they involved. Elia Martell was a practical woman who preferred thinking to dreaming and expected Rhaenys to follow her lead.
Oh, and as in any aspiring fairytale, there was also a prince. A little boy with bright eyes and even brighter smile, named Renly by the parents he had never known and consequentially never given much thought about. Though technically not yet a prince – he was bound to become one after marrying the princess, once they were both grown, something that was not to happen in many years, as they were both still children – but still as close to one as humanly possible. Following the King´s orders, they were being raised as a brother and sister instead of the cousins they technically were – it would only be proper in a family with a long tradition of incest. Both were dark-haired, light-hearted and utterly devoted to each other. Nothing was ever going to threaten their happiness.
Unfortunately, the world they lived in was not a fairytale, but rather a tale of terror, as it became clear sooner than anyone could have expected, to the unimaginable horror of all involved. Mistakes were made, blood was shed, and peace was lost forever.
In another life, the princess died young – stabbed half a hundred times by a monster wearing human skin and a Lannister uniform, another innocent casualty in a horrible war – and the prince never even met her.
But in this life, her fate was different – maybe kinder, maybe even crueller, either way different – and she managed to save herself, though for a price. Her story went on. For we keep living anyway