Hi! This is my first fic ever, so please be a little easy on me. I've also only seen the show, not read the books at all, so if there are some things that are inaccurate as far as the universe goes, that would be why. But please let me know if I get something completely wrong. I have 3 directions that this story could go, with 3 different pairings, and I can't decide which one so please let me know if you would rather read a Jon, Gendry, or Ramsay fic. Or if you'd like to read all 3, I could do spin offs of the original plot lines. But please review and let me know! Thanks so much for reading! I hope you enjoy!

(I do not own any GoT characters or universe. Only my original characters)

Chapter One

Anharah sat calmly a the table whilst her father and the king made jokes. He had brought her with him to King's landing from Pentos to show her a small piece of the world before she became queen. So far, she had seen the inside of a small room which she presumed was the king's study, although she doubted any actual studying happened in here. From the four goblets of wine the King has consumed since they sat down, she gathered that King Robert would rather drink and joke than actually get anything productive done.

"And what about you?" The King said, jarring her from her thoughts. "What do you think of Westeros? How does it compare to the east?"

"I couldn't really answer that to be honest." She said, smiling politely. "I've not seen much of it. Your home is lovely, the bit that I've seen of it. I have to say though, Pentos definitely has a better smell. Do you always keep severed heads outside of the castle? That seems a bit extreme to me." She gestured to the window where dozens on heads decorated spikes outside the window. The smell of death and decay leeched in like a plague.

The King watched her hungerly as she spoke. "Yes. I find that if you make an example, your people will fall into place."

"That's certainly a lot of examples."

"Anharah." Her father spoke, disapproval in his voice.

"No, it's fine, Draegal." The King tore his eyes from her bosom to look at her father. "Woman are emotional creatures. They value life more. It's what makes them mothers. However," he frowned "it does not make good rulers. And if you intend to make her into a queen she needs to stifle that feeling and toughen her skin. Soft rulers make for weak lands."

Anharah couldn't help but feel insulted, but her fathers warning look kept her argument inside of her head. Instead she mustered a charming fake smile and nodded to the King.

"Thank you for your point of view. I will definitely take that into consideration." She said. The King smiled a large drunken smile and clapped his hands together.

"That's the spirit! We'll make a queen out of you yet, girl! In fact," he paused, running a puzzling hand through his unkept beard, "I think we have a beheading today. You should come. Watch how the western people handle their criminals."

His voice swelled with pride and the princess began to slightly sick to her stomach. It was Anharah's turn to give the warning look now. Her father immediately took notice and spoke up.

"Actually, your grace, I was hoping to show Anharah some of King's Landing. We're only here a few days and I'm sure she would love to see how the western kings keep their cities. Perhaps you could even join us?"

The Kings face immediately turned upside down. "You don't want to see that!"

Anharah quirked a brow at him. "Why not? What's wrong with your city?"

The King stammered and began to turn red. "Nothing is wrong with my city!"

"Then why don't you want us to see it?" She inquired.

King Robert began to turn a light shade of plum. "I don't… I just… Seven Hells! You want to see the fuckin' city? You can see the fuckin' city. I'll have Cersei take you on a personal fuckin' tour of the city. How about that?!"

Anharah smiled a large cat-like smile. "That sounds lovely."

"Alright then." Robert huffed, downing yet another glass of wine. He immediately snapped his fingers and a lanky youth came and refilled his goblet.

Anharah took the pause as an opportunity to escape the small stuffy room that was eating up all of her vacation. "If you two will excuse me, I think I'll go find your wife and plan our outing." She stood and began to move towards the door. The King shooed her out the door, taking yet another large gulp of wine, his eyes never leaving her moving curves.

When the door shut he set his goblet down, already half empty, and looked at the eastern King. "You're going to have problems with that one."

Draegal laughed a short laugh and said "Don't I know it."

Anharah pondered her outing at dinner that night. King's Landing was truly revolting, and sadly she really wasn't surprised. The people sat and begged or starved on every corner. The streets were covered in shit thrown from windows of people's homes. The people either sneered or shriveled with fear when they saw their queen. All of it was a perfect "example" of what she didn't want her home to be like. As she sat in her pensive state one site kept flashing to the forefront of her mind; the orphanage.

She thought of all of the poor children. All bastards, all motherless, all completely out of control of what happened it their lives. They were doomed to be exactly that, totally unable to change their stars. Her heart ached for them, and she thought of all the children in Pentos just like them. They all grew up to be bastard men and women. It didn't seem fair. If she could even help only one…. An idea popped into her head.

"I think we should have a tournament." She blurted to her father.

Everyone stopped eating and looked at her. Her father calmly swallowed his mouthful, set his fork down, wiped his face with his napkin, and raised his eyebrow.

"Excuse me?" His questioned.

"When we get home, I think we should have a tournament for my hand." She explicated. "And I think we should open it to the public. To the whole word. Anyone who wants an opportunity to be a king or marry me can enter. Anyone from anywhere, excluding criminals, murderers, and rapers of course."

"That's absurd." Cersei caughed, choking on her wine. "Why in the world would you want to do that?"

"Who better to govern the people than the people?" Anharah countered. "High born people tend to be out of touch with the people of their city. They don't understand the needs of their people, because they never were part of the people they rule. It would be an excellent opportunity to bring in a fresh eye, and fresh blood to the crown."

"If that is not the most ridiculous-" Cersei began.

"Quiet, Woman." Robert put a silencing hand up in Cersei's direction. He and the eastern King both looked at Anharah with interest. "Go on." Robert urged. "What are the specifics of this all inclusive tournament?"

Anharah stammered for a moment but quickly listed off some basic rules. "Anyone can enter, the battles would be hand to hand combat only, first blood wins-"

It was her father who interrupted this time. "Why first blood? Why not to the death?"

"That would be too many deaths. Not enough husbands for anyone else." Her father nodded in approval allowing her to continue.

"You supervise all of the battles up until the last few, and from that I'll pick a champion." Draegal made a face. "It is my husband after all. The man I'll spend my whole life with, whose children I will bear. I think it's only fair that I get the final say in who it is." She urged.

Draegal pursed his lips and thought for a moment, and eventually gave a curt nod of agreeance. All of the Baratheon children's mouths hung open in utter disbelief.

"Do you honestly think that many men are going to fight to marry you?" Cersei scoffed.

Anharah sat up in her chair and looked the western queen directly in the eye. "I think that if I were to go to the poorest part of this city, and told one of the men that if he killed his mother he would never have to worry about his next meal again, his mother would be dead in minutes. Add being King and being married to me on top of that… I think men are going to be stumbling over themselves trying to enter." Draegal's eyes narrowed, but Anharah paid him no attention. Her gaze never left Cersei's.

"I think you give yourself far too much credit. Are these really the kind of men you want running a whole city? They're only commoners. They know nothing of ruling or the crown." Cersei sneered, unconvinced.

"Let me worry about that." Anharah replied. "And besides, it could be some pampered, feathered lord who wins. I may have spoiled, high-born babies yet." She waved her hand, waving the thought and Cersei's thoughts from her mind, and returned her gaze to her father and Robert. The two kings seemed to locked in thought, both pondering the possibilities. A feline grin crept onto Robert's face.

"A tournament for the hand of the princess… Open to anyone in the world. Now that sounds like a fuckin' fun thing to watch." Robert pondered, running his hand through his beard.

"It does indeed." Draegal agreed, a small, satisfied smile settled in his features.

Thanks so much for reading! Please review and let me know what you thought, and what you would like to read.

-V