King Aerys watched the festivities before him while he drank a goblet filled with arbor gold. His gaze regarded the many Lords and Ladies of the Seven Kingdoms who have come to witness the marriage between his son and the Stark girl; the woman whom the Prince had fallen madly in love with during the Tourney at Harrenhall.

Aery's eyes went to the girl in question. Lyanna Stark sat beside his son on the high table, looking quite lovely in her wedding clothes. He observed as Rhaegar murmured something to his new bride. The Prince's eyes clearly expressed his love for his wife, whilst the girl seemed to be warming up to her husband.

He knew nothing much about the girl, apart from the fact that she was said to be a willful thing, and as Varys had informed him before, the Stark girl had been formerly betrothed to Robert Baratheon until Aerys had ordered the betrothal to be set aside in favor of allowing his son to marry the girl.

Lifting his goblet of wine towards his mouth, Aerys hid a sinister smile as he contemplated about the things he was about to do tonight.

He hadn't forgotten about what might have occurred at the Tourney at Harrenhall. The Tourney which was held as a pretext to gather the Lords of the realm for an informal Great Council to have him remove from the Iron Throne, the eunuch had told him. Aerys knew that his son and the Prince's most loyal friend, the Sword of the Morning, had plotted it many moons ago, and Aerys would never forget their slight.

He may have consented for Prince Rhaegar to marry the woman he loved, but Aerys wasn't going to let the Prince enjoy his taste of happiness. No. He would watch that happiness turned to ash in his son's tongue the moment he would give the order to the famed knight, the Sword of the Morning, to have the First Night.

Aery's knew Ser Arthur Dayne was almost like a brother to the Prince, and he would gleefully watch as that close friendship soured the instant the Sword of the Morning bedded Rhaegar's lovely wife.

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Everything was going well for Lyanna. She liked the Prince, though she didn't know him well enough, but she knew that the Prince was a better match to her than Robert Baratheon.

Lyanna had to admit that she had only felt relieved when her Lord father had accepted the Prince's proposal. She heard many things about the Prince, and most of them good. There was nary a whisper of him siring a bastard despite the fact that he had remained unmarried for so long, in comparison to her former betrothed, Robert Baratheon, who had sired three bastard children already.

As to the reason the Prince had chosen her out of all the women in the Seven Kingdoms, Lyanna knew it must because of what had occurred at the Tourney at Harrenhall. It was the Sword of the Morning who had discovered her identity as the Knight of the Laughing Tree. However, instead of taking her to the Mad King, Ser Arthur Dayne had taken her to Prince Rhaegar.

It must be what Lyanna had done to those squires that had so intrigued and attracted the Prince to her, albeit Lyanna had yet to reciprocate his feelings.

The Prince was beautiful, there was no denying that, but she did not know him well enough to feel more than a fleeting impression towards him. She had spoken to him only thrice since she had arrived at King's Landing, and with the King's order for the wedding to occur at once, Lyanna had no time to get to know her future husband before the day of the wedding had arrived.

King Aerys had appeared to have been more excited about the wedding than either Lyanna, or even Prince Rhaegar, which was strange in itself, considering that the King was said to be acting more hostile towards his son. The Mad King's excitement for the wedding didn't bode well with Lyanna. She knew the King must be plotting something diabolical for her and the Prince, as to what it was, she could not fathom yet.

"TIME FOR THE BEDDING!"

Lyanna nearly jumped from her seat as someone shouted.

"THE BEDDING!" some of the men called out, which was echoed by the other guests, until the great hall was filled with the sounds of boisterous shouts, wolf whistles, raucous laughter, and palpable excitement.

A blush suffused Lyanna's face as she realized what they meant. She was suddenly nervous. Beneath her lashes, she glanced at her husband, and saw Prince Rhaegar looking at the people with an amused smile on his lips.

"Yes, yes, time for the bedding!" the King agreed loudly, standing up from his seat and clapping his hands, albeit with considerable difficulty given the state of his long, yellow fingernails. "Time for the bride to be properly bedded!"

Most of the guests were already on their feet and was ready to start the procession towards the royal bed chambers, when the Mad King let out a gleeful cackle and called out, "Ser Arthur Dayne, come forward and do the honor of divesting the bride's clothes and escort her to the bed chamber!"

A sudden feeling of dread rose inside Lyanna after hearing the King's orders. Beside her, she could sense Prince Rhaegar stiffening in his seat.

The noise in the Great Hall gradually dwindled. All eyes were on the Mad King who had burst into tiny, ecstatic giggles.

"Your grace?" a cautious voice asked from behind them, and Lyanna turned to see Ser Arthur Dayne standing on the same spot, where he was guarding the royal family since the feast began.

Lyanna could see the knight's eyes had gone wide and she noticed the tension radiating off him even through his white armor.

"Yes, you Ser Arthur! Come forward!" The Mad King ordered. Then, turning his wild, feverish eyes towards the guests he said in a raised voice, "Listen well my loyal subjects! Because tonight will be the night where I will consent one of my Kingsguards to have the First Night!"

There was a chorus of loud and horrified gasps that rippled across the hundreds of guests that sat on the trestle tables.

Lyanna's face became drained off color. She hardly even heard it when her husband began to voice out his objections.

"Father! Please!"

The Mad King cackled again before saying with great delight,"No, Rhaegar! You will not be bedding your beloved wife tonight!"

Somewhere amongst the guest, she could hear another person shouting in protest. It sounded like her brother Brandon, but Lyanna didn't turn around and confirm it, because her eyes were transfixed on the dark-haired knight in his Kingsguard's armor.

The Sword of the Morning was staring at her with a look of shock and dread in his purple eyes, which she knew reflected on her grey orbs.

"You will not have the first night, my son!" King Aerys declared, laughing madly. "Because I will order your friend, the Sword of the Morning, to take your wife's maiden head instead!"

TO BE CONTINUED...

Author's Note: I'm not sorry for writing this because I'm a total perv. This story will be full of smut.