Note: This is my first Game of Thrones fanfiction. I really like writing things that nobody really seems to think of, so I hope you like it. This is just the prologue of the story to come.

Black or Red- Prologue: Tower of Joy

Lyanna Stark lay in her bed, struggling to breathe. She pushed again, feeling pain through her whole body. Lyanna felt as if her innards were being ripped out, she pushed again. Everything became fuzzy, she blinked and darkness took her for a moment

It's not his

She snapped awake, feeling the pain surge through her once more. She pushed once more, again the gut wrenching pain filled her. She wasn't going to live through this, was she? She blinked, and then, darkness.

"It's not his" something hissed in her ear.

She remembered a few times when Rhaegar didn't seem to acknowledge her. Like he wasn't the same person. He was that way before they conceived their child. His eyes just felt... revealing and loveless

She opened her eyes. No pain. No movement? Something was wrong

There he stood before her. It was Rhaegar, suited in his armor. No, it wasn't Rhaegar. He was some perverse mirror image of Rhaegar. His armor was the same but, rather than black, it was a dull grey. The rubies that adorned her prince's armor were polished obsidian.

A red tabard sat loosely on him, blood red in the sunlight. The three headed dragon black as the darkest night.

But this was not what scared her. His eyes upon here made her feel as if she were revealed to the world, nothing to protect her. No love in them, just pure evil recognition.

This false Rhaegar approached her and knelt down. He lifted up the skin of his face as if it were a mask to reveal the face of a complete stranger. His hissing voice uttered only a small whisper into her ear.

"The child, it's not his. Black or red, a dragon is a dragon."