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Chapter 2

It was still dark when Alice was awoken by her mother. The young woman groaned as she pulled herself into a sitting position. Unlike yesterday, when her mother pulled back the curtains, no light shone in, the world beyond her window dark and cold with the exception of a few lanterns. She suspected that he groomers were preparing the horses for travel. She chanced a glance at her mother, the older woman well still beautiful, looked frustrated, with her hair tied up in a hurry. "Father was a pain to wake up, wasn't he?" She asked, knowing she was right without asking.

"Yes…" She sighed, pulling a trunk out of her wardrobe and placing it on the furs of her bed.

Alice let out a small laugh, she never would understand men. Her father Elijah and the King were quite drunk when she decided to leave the hall for bed. She suspected that they continued drinking into night, poor Lord Stark was probably forced to join in. They had to rise early and begin the long, very long, journey to King's Landing. She quickly made a mental note to bring a few books to keep herself entertained.

"Your father mentioned something to me last night that I think will make you happy," the older woman wore a motherly smile as she pulled dresses and boots out of the large wardrobe and placed them with care into the trunk.

"Really?" Her blue eyes widened with delight, fully awake now.

"He was talking to Lord Stark and his son last night. It appears as though there might be a wedding in Winterfell when you return from a King's Landing."

Excitement filled her as she felt her face heat up, fighting the cold air for dominance. She placed her hands over her face to try and hide some of it from her mother. The older woman just smiled, knowing the excitement her daughter was feeling well. "Th

en I hope we don't stay in King's Landing too long."

It was hours later and they were finally on their way. As Alice peaked out of the window, she could see the image of her home fading away in the distance. She sat beside Sansa with Cersei across from them. Sansa's hands were busy, needle pointing was always one of Sansa's talents. Alice was also quite good at it but once she mastered it, she didn't feel the need to continue. Arya was beside Sansa, being forced to work on it as well as Septa Mordane kept a very close eye on her. "Arya, Arya, Arya," she said. "This will not do, this will not do at all…" Arya felt her emotions rise but she shoved them back down with the Queen's gaze on her. Sansa was too well mannered to smile at her sister's disgrace, Jeyne, however was smirking on Sansas behalf. Watching them, she already felt a hollow feeling within her, she knew her mother would be safe with her older brother watching over her.

Cersei had her eyes on Alice, examining her. Her black hair pulled back beautifully well a few strands hung loosely around her face. Her light skin appeared pale in contrast to her hair and gown. "My dear, your skin is as white as the snow. Kings landing will do your complexion well," she smiled at the young girl, her green eyes eying her carefully.

"Do you think so?" Her blue eyes stared back at the Queen, a soft smile on her lips. "I truly hope so, I'm just worried that I'll overheat in King's Landing. I've never been somewhere that warm," she smoothed her skirts as she looked down at her hands.

"We'll see to it that you're well taken care of, all of you."

She watched as Cersei stood to go check on Myrcella and Tommen, leaving them without the intimidating gaze of the Queen placed on them. Sansa wasted no time, putting her needle point down and turned herself to face the girl beside her. "Prince Joffery was so kind to me last night, he told me stories of King's Landing while we walked through the castle."

Alice wore a polite smile, allowing the red headed girl to gush to her. She wouldn't tell her about what had happened with Joffrey and herself. The way he eyed her at dinner made her nervous, even with Robb at her side. His eyes alway bore into hers, demanding her attention.

"I can't wait to be married to him and have his children," Alice laughed at Sansas statement.

"You're so adorable, Sansa."

"What about you? Robb has spoke about nothing except you for the last few days. He is really looking forward to when he is able to marry you," she wore a warm smile.

A blush coated her cheeks, "Really?"

"Of course! You two are perfect for each other, just as Joff and I are for each other."

They both laughed in unison.

Hours passed and they had stopped, camp being set up for everyone. Robert, Ned and her father had already started drinking again as they spoke of some dragon woman marrying a horse or something across the sea. Alice walked with Sansa well she lead her direwolf Lady through the middle of camp. The men around them were busy setting up tents. She had her attention drawn elsewhere, it wasn't until Sansa stopped dead in her tracks, strong hands gripped the young girl's shoulders. They both looked back to see the Hound, the terrible burn gracing his face made their bodies go cold. "Do I frighten you both that much?"

She could tell Sansa was scared, the grip she had on Lady's lease made it clear enough. Alice was indifferent, she knew he wasn't dangerous unless he was ordered to attack. Sansa backed away from him, Lady moving between them, a growl coming the wolf. Alice didn't move, only watched Sansa's eyes began to fill with tears. She heard the hound laugh at the wolf and the situation.

She heard the queen say, "Joffrey, go to her."

"Leave her alone, dog." Joffrey's voice sounded irritated, he stood over Sansa as she looked up at him, to Sansa he was beautiful in the blue fabrics and black leather he was wearing. His golden curls shining in the sun like a crown. He gave her his hand and she take it, allowing him to pull her to her feet. "Away with you dog, your frightening my lady." The hound bowed and walked away.

Alice watched the exchange, her eyes moving to Cersei, the fake concern for Sansa clear on her face. She wondered what the woman's true motives were when it came to Sansa. She felt it again, the familiar feeling of those green eyes on her. They seemed to strip the clothes away from and then the skin, leaving her soul naked before him. She turned her head to chance a glance at the young prince, just in time to catch him in the act, his eyes fixated on her. They were pulled from her when Cersei took a step forward demanding everyone's attention.

"Alice, I'd like to talk to you for a little while is that alright?"

"O-Of course," she nodded and looked towards Sansa.

"Joffrey, perhaps you could entertain Sansa for the evening while I steal Alice away," she smiled, tapping her jaw with her finger as she spoke.

"It would be my pleasure, Mother," Joffrey said formally. He took Sansa by the arm and led her away. Sansa was obviously I'm high spirits, a whole day with the prince.

Cersei stepped to her, taking her by the hand and leading her into the tent. "My sweet child. Are you enjoying the journey so far?" She offered a goblet filled with water to her.

"It's been hard but I'm enjoying the scenery, I've never seen this much of the North before. It also makes me so excited to seeing King's Landing."

Cersei's cat like mouth moved into a grin at Alice's childlike attitude. "I know you'll love King's Landing, my dear. The gowns are far more flattering than the ones you've grown accustomed to living in the North. I've got many waiting for you and Sansa, I'm sure they'll suit you perfectly."

She took a small, delicate sip from the goblet. Before smiling brightly at the blonde woman, "You've been so kind to me, I really don't deserve it. Specially since Sansa will be marrying your son."

Cersei's eyes softened as an idea came to her, "I'd like to be able to share something with you."

Alice's eyes widened slightly but quickly softened again, "I'd like that, your grace."

"However, I must know that you will be able to keep it a secret and not betray my trust," the lannister queens hands were now on her small shoulders and her nails were digging softly into her bare flesh.

"I-I would never betray you! Not you or your family…" She stammered, feeling as though she was being threatened.

"Don't be frightened, my dear," she caressed her cheek, a motherly smile on her face. She took a soft step away from her, filling her goblet with dark Crimson wine. "Before we departed from King's Landing and started the journey to Winterfell, Joffrey had an argument with his father. Robert has been dead set on creating a line between the royal family and the house of stark for many years now," she waved her cup as she spoke, occasionally taking a sip from it. "However, after our last visit to the north, it would appear that Joffrey had taken a liking to you. He even proposed that if his father wanted a Baratheon-Stark marriage so badly that he arrange a marriage between Robb Stark and his young sister, Myrcella." Alice felt her skin go cold, what could Cersei be getting at. What was she trying to tell her. "To my surprise, Robert actually agreed with him. Perhaps it was seeing Joffrey be so passionate about something that made him see his son's views. However, when we arrived in Winterfell, Robert spoke to Lord Stark in the crypts, hoping to speak to him about creating the engagement between Myrcella and Robb. That was when Ned informed him about the marriage agreement that already stood between Robb and yourself."

She could feel her stomach drop, her marriage arrangement with Robb was standing in the way of what Joffrey wanted. Could that be what he meant that night back at [hold fast name]. She brought her wide orbs up to face the queens green ones. She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Cersei noticed this and gently ran her fingers through her hair, comforting her. "My dear, don't be upset. You're not in trouble."

Her eyes soften as she felt her anxiety lower. "I-I'm not?"

Cersei shook her head, her golden curls swaying. "Of course not, My husband and I would never hold something like this against you, you're a mere child."

"O-Oh…"

"Come now, I'm sure Robb is looking for you. Why don't you go find him, don't worry over the information I've told you," she gave Alice a small hug to relieve any tension between the two women. She watched as the young girl nodded and wasted no time leaving the confines of the tent. Cersei graced her goblet down, running her hand over the map on the table. "She may be easier to control then I had previously thought…" She spoke aloud, looking over her shoulder at the man who had come out of his hiding place.

"Now now, dear sister, whatever are you planning?" He tsked, stepping over to her, taking her goblet for himself. She smirked, bringing the jug of wine up to his glass and filling it for him. His sultry gaze directed at his loving sister as she kissed the bare skin of his neck, her breath hot.

"I'm not planning anything, just gathering a bit of information..."

Alice was walking the camp with Robb when news of a direwolf attacking the prince reached everyone. Everyone was shocked when Joffrey was brought into the tent, blood flowing off of his hand. Robb mentioned that the wound looked worse then it probably was. She knew he was right. It was when Ned came running over to them that fear filled them. Arya was missing.

They were standing inside the tent when Jory brought Arya in with him. Lannister men and stark men all crammed into the small tent. Robb had his arm around Alice, to keep her warm. She could feel him tense when he saw Arya being practically shoved into the tent. Robert was slumped in his chair at the end of the tent, Cersei and the prince stood beside him. Alice noted how possessive Cersei stood, her hand on Joffrey's shoulder. Her eyes moved down and saw the bandages that covered his hand. Arya stood with Ned by her side in the centre of the tent. Her face and clothes were dirty, tears pricked her eyes. Her eyes moved to Robb, his blue eyes were dark and cold. Arya didn't deserve to be treated like a criminal, she was just a girl and she made a mistake. She reached down and took Robb's hand, trying to calm him down abit.

Joffrey looked towards the eldest Stark boy and his young fiancée. He felt his anger increase, the sight of Robb Stark holding her in such a display. His eyes moved from them to the young girl that stood before them, fear clear on her small face.

Ned came bursting into the room, "Arya!"Ned went to one knee and held his daughter.

That's when she started crying, "I-I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

"I know…Are you hurt?" He asked her, looking over her tiny body for any cuts or bruises. She shook her head.

Ned stood and faced his King. "What is the meaning of this? Why was I not told that my daughter had been found! Why was she not brought to me!" He demanded, his voice loud enough to silence anyone who might speak up against him.

Although he was speaking to Robert, Cersei was the one who answered. "How dare you speak to your king in that manner!"

"Quiet, woman!" He snarled. He exchanged a look with his queen and then straightened in his seat. "Sorry Ned. I never meant to scare your girl. It made more sense to bring her here and get this business done right away…"

"Business?" He asked, his words cold as ice.

Cersei moved forward. "You know fully well, Stark. That girl of yours attacked Joffrey. Her and her butcher's boy attacked him. And that animal of hers almost tore his arm off."

"That's not true! She just bit him a little but it was because he was hurting Mycah!" Arya yelled loudly.

"Enough!" The King roared, raising from his seat.

Alice shook, afraid of the anger that the King was displaying. He was trying to get Arya to tell the truth and sort out the lies, but Alice was trying to tone them out. Conflict wasn't something she enjoyed,specially when people were yelling. Her father was good at that, when her older brother would completely anger him, that was when the yelling would start. She would find herself hiding in her room soon after it started and she usually remained there for a few days after they finished. She was content toning out the argument until she heard Sansa cry out.

"No," she said, "No, not lady, Lady didn't bite anyone, she's good…"

"Lady wasn't there!" Arya shouted.

"Stop them," Sansa begged, " don't let them do it, please, please, it wasn't lady, it was Nymeria! Arya did it, you can't, it wasn't Lady, don't let them hurt Lady, I'll make her be good, I promise, I promise…" She cried.

Alice looked up at Robb, who harboured a look of shock. "W-what do we did?"

He could hardly answer, listening to the exchange between them. Watching Ned take Sansa into his arms, begging Robert to change his mind. Robert refused.

"Where is the direwolf?" The cold queen asked, beside her was Joffrey, smirking.

Ser Barristan stepped forward, "The beast is chained up outside the gatehouse, your grace."

"Send for Ilyn Payne," Cersei commanded.

"No," Ned said. "Jory...take the girls back to their rooms and bring me Ice…" Alice saw the pain on his face and the sadness in his voice as he forced the words out.

Cersei,of course, felt the need to question him suspiciously. "Why would you take it upon yourself to do such a thing…"

Everyone's eyes were on Ned as he opened his mouth to speak, "She is of the North. She deserves better than a butcher."

Alice's eyes went wide, she pulled on Robb's coat. "W-We have to do something?"

Robb stood there, he saw he could do or say to the King to change his mind.

Alice moved from Robb's side and rushed forward. "My Prince, please! You have to stop this! You can't allow this to happen!"

Robert and Cersei were shocked to see her step up, her father joined her at her side. "Alice what are you doing?"

She ignored him, her blue eyes focused on Joffrey. "P-Please, you don't want to upset your fiancée. She wouldn't be able to forgive you if you allowed this to happen."

Joffrey could hardly withstand the urge to smirk, she was begging for him to do something. A plan formed in his head, he could use this moment to draw her in. It was perfect. She would truly regret getting involved with this.

"Please, your grace...don't allow any blood to be shed tonight, have mercy…"

"Say no more," the gold hair prince stepped forward, placing a hand on her shoulder. "My lady, you've been so brave. To speak out on the behalf of the Starks. I will honor your request…" He looked to his mother and father. "The direwolf is to be left alone."

Cersei was shocked, "My son, you can't be serious, but that beast…"

"Enough, my son is right."

Alice looked from Joffrey to the King, glad that he had agreed with the prince. Behind her, she could hear Sansas wailing had silenced. "T-Thank You, your grace…"

"Everyone may go now, it's late, we all need to rest."

Everyone left the tent, Alice went straight to Sansa to comfort was surprised when Ned stepped over to her and hugged her gently. "Thank You Alice, I'll never be able to repay you."

"Neither will I," Sansa and Arya spoke in unison, smiling at her.

"Please, don't worry about it."

She felt a hand on her shoulder, she looked back to be met with the blue eyes of the man she'd grown to love. He smiled at her and thanked her.

"Go with your sisters, they need you. Arya is probably still shaken up by all of this,"

He nodded with a smile as he bent to kiss her hand, "You're right, I'll see you in the morning, goodnight, my lady."

She watched them walk away to their tents. The young girl sighed, all her energy being taken from her, as she made her way to her tent. She noticed that the candle was extinguished, the area of the tent dark. She moved slowly through the tent, guiding her way through the darkness. "What's going on...where's father.." She thought as she reached her hands out infront of her. A soft whistle sounded off behind her, just loud enough to gain her immediate attention. Alice turned her body, facing the direction of the sound.

"I-Is someone there?"

She reached her small hand out, immediately pressing against the familiar warmth of a male torso. Her body went cold as she moved her hand up the rich fabric that clothed it. Before she could react, she was shoved backwards, a hard wooden table pressing into her lower back as she fought to stable herself. She felt herself being pushed up against the solid object, hands on both sides of her resting against the surface of the table, trapping her in between them. "You really surprised me today…"

A clicking sound filled the darkness, orange and yellow light engulfed the area behind her. His green eyes reflected the yearning that was growing for her. "I never expected you to leave the side of your beloved Robb Stark to beg for me to stop the killing of that beast." Her timid blue eyes stared at him as he looked down over her body. It was the same gaze he always gave her, the feeling of him undressing her with his eyes, making her feel uncomfortable. His hand rose up to her cheek, cupping her thin face in his hand. "Lovely…"

"W-Why are you…"

He placed his slender finger over her lips, a smirk covering his own. "Shhh…you wouldn't want someone to discover us...in such a compromising position." His hand moved down from her face, continuing down her body until it sat at her waist, pulling her tightly against his chest. He grin grew, he could feel every intimate detail of her small body as he pressed her against him. He wanted her, wanted her to speak only his name and never to look at that bastard Robb Stark again. He wanted to see Robb Stark retreating, his tail between his legs like the bloody coward he was.

His temper was growing, putting the girl before him in a dangerous position. He began to chuckle, the thought of what he could do to her this very moment crossing his mind. She wouldn't be able to stop him, even with his hand injured. He leaned his close to her, the sweet scent of flowers growing as he got closer to her, with his free hand he lifted a strand of hair and brought his lips down upon it. "You will belong to me...whether you believe you belong to Robb Stark or not. I will have you…" His voice was husky as he spoke, causing her face to heat up. He leaned down, capturing her lips for his own.

"You're mine…"