Chapter one
A/N: Okay so I know there are probably hundreds of stories like this, but I just can't get over the urge of writing this. I've decided to do a medieval theme because I always imagined Aro as, well ….a king. Anyway this is my first Twilight story and it's about Didyme and Aro's history, so don't be too harsh on me.
Didyme's feet barely touched the ground when her hand maidens pulled her out of bed and guided her toward a tub filled with water.
"Big day today, my lady. You must be perfect," Nimueh said, she wasn't much older than Didyme but was much more skinnier and had a hard time speaking the English tongue, she was short and frankly very pretty with large dark eyes and luminous black hair.
The water smelled of roses and some other sweet sent she couldn't quite put her tongue on.
"Must be perfect," Nimueh reminded her, as Didyme's three hand maidens stripped her of her night gown and helped her into the luke warm water.
After that they left her alone so that she could enjoy her bath in peace. When she finished, they returned and helped her into her robe. They steered her back to her room and pushed her in front of a full length mirror with a beautiful gold carved frame. The door swung open and Septa Marianne strode in her back as straight as an arrow, her bony face and sharp eyes looked as strict as always. Dydime couldn't remember the last time she saw her lip-less mouth in the form of a smile.
She was followed by Alator, the royal advisor. A large man with board shouldered, dark blue eyes and only a fringe of black hair on his head. He scratched his closely-cropped beard across his large jaw whenever he was in the presence of Didyme.
"Why isn't she dressed yet? " Marianne asked sternly and the hand maidens glanced at each other.
"It's my fault, they struggled to wake me up," Didyme explained not wanting for anyone to get in trouble but the royal adviser raised his hand.
"No, I told them to wait for my gift," He said with a wide grin.
"A gift?" Both Didyme and Marianne asked confused, Alator snapped his fingers and a skinny boy strode in with gold satin in his hands. The servant clumsily fell over his own feet but luckily Alator caught the boy by his shirt and pulled him up to his feet.
"You fool! Be careful or you will ruin that dress" He hissed, gently taking the dress from his hands. "And trust me this dress cost more than you or any other peasant will make in your life time," he added, carefully walking over to Didyme and presented the dress to her.
The gold satin dress glimmered in the sunlight, from what Didyme could see it had short laced sleeves over a linen chemise.
"It's beautiful. Thank you, sir." Didyme said, gently stroking the soft fabric with her fingers. She could only hope it would look as beautiful on her as it did in Alator's hands.
The maidens took the dress and Septa Marianne shooed everyone out of the room except for Didyme and the hand maidens. After they helped Didyme into the dress she examined it again. It was truly a beautiful dress and added some well needed curves to her figure. The dress fitted her like it was made for her and her alone. The soft satin brushed gently against her ankles when she turned around to see the dress from all point of views. Even a few of the hand maidens stopped and admired her beauty.
"Perfect! Don't slouch or your ruin the dress," Septa Marianne said, pulling Didyme straight by the shoulders.
"And if you behave properly you even catch the eye of Lord Althalos," said Marianne, taking Didyme's hand and leading her over to a chair, gentle to pushed her down. She took her place behind Didyme and started running her fingers through Didyme's soft black curls.
"I don't think I want to catch his attention," Didyme said, chewing on her bottom lip knowing that Marianne would object to this statement. The old woman hesitated before continuing brushing her fingers through Didyme's hair.
"Don't be insane, Lord Althalos is wealthy and will take good care of you." She said and Didyme dug her nails into the armrest of the chair.
Lord Althalos was old, much older than her, he was wealthy that much was true but she highly doubted he would take good care of her because his previous wives have died before their time. Besides Didyme has only just bloomed into a young woman, in reality she was still as green as summer grass.
"But Aaron would take good care of me, I don't need to be married," Didyme said smiling at the thought of her almost identical brother. Marianne pulled her hair harder and Didyme shrieked.
"I wouldn't trust Aaron as much as you do, he's power thirsty and would throw you to the wolfs if he has to," she said her voice serious.
Didyme could never understand why Marianne disliked Aro so much. Aro would never hurt her... would he?
Didyme shook her head hoping for the thought to disappear. No, she was certain of it! Aro would never do anything to hurt her. When Marianne was done with her hair she took a final look in the mirror. Her long black curls where in a knot at the back of her head with a tail wrapped in black cord, a single braid is studded with white pearls and a long loose lock looped over the braid.
"Do you know what would fit well with that dress?" Nimueh asked when Marianne left Didyme's quarters. Didyme turned her attention to the maiden and raised her eyebrow in question.
"A smile, my lady," Nimueh said and placed her hand on Didyme's shoulder to show her support.
Well that was the first chapter, You might have noticed some familiar descriptions, that's
because I had some help from the Game of thrones books so in that case, I don't own Twilight or Game of thrones