The Rogue Stag

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A/n- First of all, thank you for choosing my story. I hope you enjoy it as I do while writing it for you people.

Chapter 1- The Pain of Being the Sister of The King.

3rd Person

As Aliviah and Ned arrived in King's Landing after a day of battle and a heart-breaking death of Rhaegar Targaryen, they saw that the flags which were up around the palace were the flags of Lannister men. She twisted her head with a frown on her bloodied and dirtied face before she looked at Eddard Stark.

"Did he seize the city without the consent of anyone?" Aliviah asked as Ned's already broken face turned into one filled with rage and she could already tell that whatever he was going to do wasn't going to be good. What had Tywin Lannister done? She asked herself before her eyes moistened and the shock of the day came flooding back to her. All of this foolishness shouldn't have happened and it was all because of two people. Two foolish people, might she add. Who was she supposed to be loyal to? Her brother, or the king? Well, Aliviah made her choice but now that the rebellion had come to an end, what would happen to everyone who supported Robert? Would Robert die? No, he could not die. He was her brother and her companion in crime. Who would help Renly grow into a big strong man? Well Stannis could, but his brains were currently on politics and not on sword play. Talking of herself? Well, she was a woman and in society it wasn't acceptable for women to take men's jobs.

As they arrived at the castle, Aliviah walked with an angry and saddened Eddard Stark through the double doors of the throne room to see that Jaime Lannister stood over the frail, old, dead body of The Mad King. She gasped with surprise at the scene before her. He killed him? Didn't he realize what that made him?

"You slayed him..." Aliviah trailed off, still in shock of what had happened, expressing her thoughts out loud. Her bloody swordļ¾§ fell from her dirtied and calloused hands with a clunk as it hit the stone ground. What had he done? Was he as foolish as he was handsome? Who was going to be king now? Tywin Lannister could not! No... He was not going to be king- that would be more than he would EVER bargain for. Tywin Lannister may be a harsh man but she could not say that he was a foolish man. No... He was going to keep to the side lines and grin in satisfaction as King's Landing perished and he, in last seconds reached out with riches and gold to help them.

"He should have waited for Robert! Kingslayer!" Ned shouted in outrage as he gazed at Jaime with disgust and pain. Didn't he understand? Jaime Lannister not only saved us but he saved the whole of King's Landing. Aliviah could see; deep inside, Jaime was in pain.

"Enough, Ned. He saved us all." She reminded him but kept the frown on her face as she tilted her head slowly to the side, measuring Jaime but all she could see was slight pain, however, he masked this pain well.

Jaime Lannister smirked as he sat on the throne- his posture relaxed and sly as he gazed at them with raised eyebrows on his handsome face. "Just keeping it warm for our new king, seeing as I killed our last one." Jaime boasted and she felt that Eddard wanted to say something again. However, before he could utter a word she raised her hand to stop him and narrowed her eyes on Jaime Lannister, locking his gaze with hers in a passion.

"No need, Jaime Lannister." Aliviah said confidently and looked at his eyes scanning her bloodied face with interest as his eyes darkened with presumably lust or something other than that.

"No, I think I'll wait myself." Jaime stated meanwhile not taking his dark eyes off of her- she looked over at Ned who was gripping his sword tightly in his hands in anger.

"Jaime, if you do not get off that throne I will personally have Robert kill you for treason." Aliviah warned, beginning to get angry as the smirk he wore stayed on his face and he walked out of the room with a new-found confidence.

She looked after him with distaste, and when she look at Ned with worry etched across her face, the only words he spoke were, "Winter is Coming." This time Aliviah couldn't disagree with him and nodded along as he explained his worries.

When her brother Robert arrived, she had not seen him smile as big before. "Bring me my Lyanna." Robert ordered us and so we went, with excitement and hope. Unfortunately we never brought her back to King's Landing. Aliviah's heart broke in two that day and it hasn't been fixed since.

Lyanna wasn't supposed to die and the fact that she left something important for them before her death was another factor that they could not overlook. She could never forget the smell of blue winter roses and blood. That sick, sweet smell that would come back to her once in a while but when it did, it reminded her to be strong for Lyanna, only Lyanna. Her only friend...

Now
With Aliviah's head held high, she walked past the doors of her brother's room to see that he was with one of his whores as she sat on his lap and he drank his Dornish wine. What a ruin. She thought as she sighed and her crystal blue eyes hardened. What would you have her do? She helped Robert all she could, however- he did not listen. He never listened. He was always stubborn...

"All hail our mighty King." She said as she arrived at his bedside and the whore that was perched on his lap looked at Aliviah with her brown eyes surprised but not at all fazed, secretly enjoying the scandal. What kind of whores did he pick? Well, she could tell they were not cheap. Baelish wouldn't let that them be after all.

"Well, isn't she a pretty one? Reminds me of someone. If you remember, that certain person died because you couldn't get to her in time." She let her thoughts tumble past her lips as Robert sighed and shook his head at her, with sadness deep in his drunken eyes.

"Yes, that's why I chose her. Get out! Get out!" Robert's temper rose quite quickly as he screamed the last words in fury. Aliviah took a step back, frightful of what he was capable of doing and nodded like a scared cat.

"As you wish... Your Grace." She said in a tense voice and as she left to her chambers she didn't manage to hear the sigh full of pain that escaped her older brother's lips as she walked away. Aliviah thought of what the consequences of Rhaegar's foolishness had been as she walked through the halls of the castle, ignoring the nods and 'your graces' which the people bestowed at her, but she gave them no heed or even spared them a glance. They were not worth her time after all.

When Aliviah finally got to her bed chambers, she saw that some things had been moved. She quickly shouted for a Kingsguard and when one finally arrived, she saw that it was the one and only Jaime Lannister.

"I didn't want you..." Aliviah trailed off with an unhappy sigh as he just smirked with mirth at the purest fact that he would be her personal guard for the night.

"Well, you have me or nobody else. Everybody is dining apart from you, me and His Highness the King" Jaime mocked her brother and she frowned, smacking him to remind him his place.

"How dare you mock, Robert!" Aliviah said and Jaime took the hand that slapped him and kissed it while grinning with satisfaction.

"Just like your brother, so easy to anger" Jaime said and Aliviah felt her blood boil at the thought of being like her own brother.

"I am not like Robert. If I were, Kingslayer, you would be the one who would feel my fury. Just like your sister feels my brother's" She smirked at that and his face immediately changed into an angry expression as he took her by the neck meanwhile going dangerously close to her flushed face.

"You know nothing!" he said with venom in his voice that she had never heard before and gulped like a fish without water from the lack of oxygen.

"You would be surprised at how much I know, Jaime Lannister. Snakes are everywhere in this castle. You should be more careful" Aliviah wheezed out as he released the hold on her neck, turned and left without helping her.

"I still need your help!" Aliviah shouted as he turned with a smirk, winking at her and turned back around and walked away with his white cloak blowing in the soft wind, like a knight in shining armour. What was he doing to her?