Prologue, Present day
(18 years before the first episode set of A Game of Thrones)
The switch was made. I pound down the cobbled steps holding my flapping cloak over my face. to the harbour holding my breath for the (shouting of my escape). But I hear nothing. Have I really done it, can I have escaped? I arrive the harbour feeling my heart beat out of my chest as I see my luggage being loaded, and I exhale to calm my nerves.
As I push my way onto the crowded ship about to leave for Kings Landing I grit my teeth at the lewd catcalls of the sailors and travellers, these lecherous pigs have no idea who they're leering at. Forgetting myself I open my mouth to deliver a withering onslaught of condemnation but then I remember again, and only pull my red cloak further over my head. If only they knew I could take their tongues for their words and probably castrate them too; then they may then treat their league lord's daughter with some respect.
Fortunately for them however as the normal serving girl that I am pretending to be would have no superiority over these men, neither do I, so I curse the conspicuity of my blood red cloak and sit to the side of the mass watching the gangplank be raised.
As the ship sails away I trace the lines on my dragonscale necklace given to me by my father (many years ago) and watch the characterless grey walls of Storms End shrink into nothingness. Thinking back to the words of the prophecy I was told so long ago I know that when the historians write he history of the reign of Aurora Baratheon, they will say it started today, when she travelled to her destiny.