Aerys Targaryen
"Make arrangements for the royal wedding!" called Aerys from the throne. His wedding with Rhaella was in two days, and Grand Maester Pycelle was in charge of the arrangements, a task he had neglected. Jon Arryn, Eddard Stark, Roose Bolton, and Tywin Lannister
/were all coming. And of course, his new Hand, Robert, was coming, along with Stannis and Renly Baratheon.
Grand Maester Pycelle dipped his head, and walked out, his heavy maester's chain jangling. Rhaella entered next, head dipped respectfully.
"Your Grace," she said, her voice soft. She would bear his children, thought Aerys angrily. She needed to be stronger. The last time he fucked her, she had been weak, just like her bastard son Chollo Stone turned out to be. Aerys had killed him to prevent
/others from finding out.
"What is it Rhaella?" snapped Aerys. He hated her, but refused to show it to other people.
"The wedding is in two days, and I would request one last trip to Winterfell to see some, friends."
Aerys thought deeply. "What friends are these?"
"Lady Catelyn Stark of Winterfell, Lord Eddard Stark of Winterfell, Lady Lysa Arryn of the Vale, Lord Jon Arryn of the Vale, and Lady Cersei Lannister of Casterly Rock." She hesitated, waiting for the response on his hard face.
"Fine," snapped Aerys. "But, if you do not come back in time for our wedding, I will have Lord Bolton flay a part of his choosing from you." Rhaella's heart sped up in fear. Lord Bolton had always been known for skinning people, friends and enemies alike.
Dipping her head in consent, Rhaella stepped back. "Thank you, Your Grace." Quickly exiting, she failed to notice the look Aerys gave her, and the nod at the guard to discreetly follow her.