The feast and festivities ended that evening for a joyous tourney tomorrow as the Stark children went back respectfully to their tents. Lyanna smiled in her bed tracing her lips feeling the lasting effect of Rhaegar's kiss. She smiled and shook off the sick and perverse thoughts of loving a married man. A man tied down for his honor and his duty. Yet, something told her otherwise. She somehow thought that the crowned prince was her destiny. They were meant for each other. She rolled over to her side as she heard footsteps at the tent of her door. Impulsively she pulled her sword out from underneath her pillow. "Who's there?" she called out. The footsteps stopped. "If you do not tell me your purpose of being here, I will slit your throat." Lyanna said bravely.
Rhaegar laughed. The laugh Lyanna recognized. "Oh! My prince! I am terribly sorry. I'm indecent." Lyanna threw a robe over her shift and tied it respectfully. The prince came closer to her towering over her. "Can I help you?" Lyanna said testing the waters not sure of the dragon's intentions with her. For she was a maid of honor and virtue, the prince should know better than to dishonor her here and then.
"You're everywhere. In my dreams and when I wake. The Gods are mocking me as they bring me towards you. You, Lyanna Stark breathe some sort of life into me. I am dead and bounded to my duty for a king and father who lost his wits. My wife is barren and cannot conceive another child. I have had no pleasure or love. Yet I feel a fire with you. You ignite a rare spark inside of me as though you have known me for my whole life. We've only known each other for a few hours but those hours felt like years. I think the gods are trying to tell me that it should have been us." Rhaegar tilted her chin up and planted a kiss on her. His kisses grew more ravenous and passionate. He was about to untie Lyanna's robes, but she stopped him.
"My prince, I am a maiden by virture. I cannot until I am wedded and I certaintly would never in a tent. A place that is not even a house with a steady bed." Lyanna replied.
"Do you even love me? My gods, I desire you. You are turning me mad. Don't be aloof and call me my prince when we are alone. I command you to call me Rhaegar as I call you Lyanna." Rhaegar responded.
"Rhaegar, I worry about being a toy for your affections. I am not your mistress to be casted out as a whore." Lyanna said honestly. "Robert fucks many of those."
"My love, you will never be my mistress. You will be my queen. After the tourney, we shall go to The Tower of Joy and wed. I will declare my marriage to Elia annulled and my children shall still stay legitimate."
"You will offend the Dornish." Lyanna said.
"They know she is barren and that they want to keep their alliances to our family. They will help us fufill the prophecy." Rhaegar said.
"What prophecy?" Lyanna asked.
"The one we were destined for." Rhaegar said. "We are to have the Prince Who Was Promised. The dragon's third head."
Lyanna smiled up at her prince as he played with her long dark hair. "My love, what will you do in the morning?"
Rhaegar laughed. "I will go soon my love, I will not bring shame upon your name by me being here. Yet I have to ask you for one favor."
"Anything my love." Lyanna replied.
"Let me crown you queen of love and beauty tomorrow." He said. "Let me win and crown you as mine for the world to see."
"Rhaegar, that may not be an advisable idea." Lyanna said skeptically. "I have a fiancé and 3 brothers."
"Yes, but I am sure that your fiancé can find affection with his whores. Oh forget about your duties for one time. Forget that you have a family that you represent. I am your new family." Rhaegar said planting a kiss upon her pink lips. "Be my Queen of Love and Beauty until the day I die."
"I do." Lyanna replied. Rhaegar kissed her more passionately running his hands through her hair. Lyanna returned the kiss as she saw her new betrothed to the door.
