~Rhiannon~
The seventeen year old princess stared in amazement at Robert Baratheon. Not only had he just told her that she must marry since she was of age, but she was to marry his best friend's eldest son, Robb Stark. To make matters worse, Elianna was being sent by her father, Stannis, to the North with the exact same intention.
I am not competing with my cousin to woo a man who we've never met, Rhiannon thought in horror, unable to voice her thought. She felt as if there was a large rock lodged in her throat.
Robert, completely blind as to how his 'daughter' was taking this news, sat on his throne with a bored look about his face. "We leave for Winterfell in six months time...Rhiannon, he's a good boy; after all, if he's anything like his father..." the king trailed off, allowing a grin to twitch at the corner of his lips. Rhea wanted nothing more than to slap him.
Joffrey is to marry the oldest Stark girl; we would have enough tie ins with the bloody family! The princess all but roared in her head. Why couldn't I be sent to woo one of the Tyrell boys, or a Martell?
"Girl, are you listening to me?" Robert demanded in exasperation when he saw that his daughter had a distant expression on her angelic face.
"Of course I'm listening, Father, but if I am to woo the Stark, the North would be my new home..." Rhiannon tried not to let the horror she was feeling show in her voice; it was quite hard, given that her whole body was filled with it. Lions don't fornicate with wolves, The young princess thought ruefully, Mother is going to throw a fit when she hears about this.
True to form, Cersei was beyond furious, steam practically pouring out of her ears. "Who does he think he is? You would be better off with a Tyrell- let Elianna take the Northerner. Gods help us!" The queen yelled as she paced to and fro in the princess's bed chamber.
"Mother, he's the king...and what he says goes." Rhiannon replied as she absentmindedly began to fuss Desoto behind his ears.
"Joff could be the king...all it would take would be a few well placed drops of poison in Robert's Dornish red..." Cersei muttered.
"Joff is only fifteen- he knows nothing of ruling the Seven Kingdoms. Besides, we are overreacting about this whole affair. Killing Robert just to get me out of wooing the Stark is a bit much, is it not?" Rhiannon said, wondering if her mother had hit her head on the way up to her chambers. Joffrey as king? Seven, help us...he's a beast! The princess thought dryly to herself.
"Rhiannon, we are Lannisters; when we want something, we do what we have to do. It is never 'a bit much'."
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