278 AC
Salty spray from the bay splashed on her face as the men rowed the small row boat towards the shore. Dragonstone was unlike any other place in Westeros with it's Valyrian stone castle and sparse plateaus. Sheer cliffs jutted out of the sea providing an ominous warning for those who approached it. Definitely not a hospitable place by any means, but it was where her friends called home. Rhaegar and Elia had moved out to the island shortly after they'd wed as was tradition for Targaryen heirs. Although Alayna doubted her friend favored this particular ideal. However, his already strained relationship with his father prevented the young man from speaking out against it.
Examining her surroundings, Alayna's eyes trailed over the foreign stone work and intricate carvings near the waterline. To think this place boasted some of the last remnants of what had been the greatest civilization their world had ever seen. But long gone was Old Valyria and it's dragons, whom had once ruled the skies. Dragonstone, like it's Targaryen rulers, was all that was left of the Freehold. Briefly, Alayna wondered what might've become of the world if the Doom had never happened. How different might it be if Valyria was still a stronghold?
The lady of House Tyrell had little more time to consider the possibilities as the row boat made landfall and she was ushered onto the sand, finally free to move about after several hours of sitting. Her legs buckled and wobbled, slightly as she took her first few steps as her boats sunk into the sand. Alayna frowned, believing that her lack of coordination had more to do with how stationary she'd been than anything else. Once she'd gained a more stable bearing on her surroundings, she glanced up to see her silver haired friend approaching.
Rhaegar looked exhausted, stretched thin and more worse for the wear than Alayna had ever seen him. His silver hair was matted and lacked it's usual shine. Dark circles stood out against his pale complexion making his eyes appeared bruised and swollen. Alayna remembered how Mace had looked similar in the first few months after Willas' birth, but she hadn't a clue as to why the men struggled so much. They hadn't been the ones to birth the child. Most of the time they weren't even nearby when it happened. Alayna knew for a fact Mace hunted for most of the day while Alerie labored in their chambers and then proceeded to get drunk once he'd returned to Highgarden. Alayna had listened to her good sister's struggle for most of the day and well into the night. She couldn't comprehend how a man could leave his wife's side after putting her in that condition only to return to have their child placed in his arms.
Shaking her head, Alayna knew Rhaegar was not her dear brother. Even though, Rhaegar and Elia's relationship was complicated, he cared for his wife and her well being. He wouldn't have just gone off and ignored what was happening. The man was too caring to not be present for the arrival of his first child in some way. Rhaegar always meant well and had the best intentions, no matter his reasoning behind them.
Alayna embraced the silver haired prince upon their greeting, "Well met, old friend, you look absolutely spent."
"I could be worse." Rhaegar yawned as he offered Alayna his arm so he could escort her up to the castle, "I have never loved another person as much as I love my daughter."
Alayna smiled as they began to ascend the stairs, "I recall my brother saying something similar after the birth of his first. How is Elia doing?"
A pained look flashed on the prince's face as his head turned away from her in a shameful way, "She struggled greatly to bring Rhaenys into the world. The maesters have informed me she will bedridden for quite some time. Oh Alayna, if I had known this would happen…"
"Don't blame yourself." Alayna patted the man's forearm, sympathetically, "How could you have known? At least, we didn't lose her. Is she awake?"
"Yes, but not for long. She is still extremely weak. I sent for you because I hoped seeing one of her friends might encourage her." He admitted as he stared off as the rolling surf below them. Ever the sorrowful man, what should've been one of the happiest moments of his life was forever tarnished by his wife's difficulty.
Alayna nodded in agreement, but offered nothing else to their conversation as they hiked up towards the castle. Instead, she took the time to prepare herself for what she was about to see. She had been around childbirth before and had helped mares foal many times in her life. She wasn't a stranger to it's aftermath, both good and bad. But what she saw inside the rooms was nothing she could've prepared for. How lifeless her vibrant friend was and how childbirth had weakened Elia. Her friend almost looked like a ghost, so pale and gaunt. This person didn't look anything like the Dornish Princess Alayna had the privilege of knowing. Her heart ached at the sight and hoped she'd never have to see Elia that way again.
281 AC
One of Elia's handmaidens greeted Alayna as she opened the door to the Princess' chambers, allowing her to enter. The meek girl, then, lead the lady from the Reach towards the lounge where Elia and Ashara reclined, waiting for Alayna to join them for the evening meal. Upon first inspection both women appeared more subdued than they had been earlier in the day. Normally, Alayna would've chalked up their mellow demeanor as a result of the waning hours of the evening. After all, they had spent the majority of the day seated in the royal pavilion watching the joust and such monotony could be rather tiring if one wasn't accustomed to it. But the ambience of the room didn't feel tired or relaxed instead she could've almost cut the unlying tension with a knife had it been physical.
Elia offered Alayna a small smile, which Alayna returned as she joined them at the table and another servant filled Alayna's chalice with a deep red colored wine. She accepted the drink without hesitation and dipped her head in gratitude for the refreshment. Taking a sip of the Dornish Red, Alayna's eyes flickered towards Ashara, whom had yet to speak, which was rather out of character for the lady from Starfall.
"Something the matter?" Alayna inquired, after a few moments of relatively awkward silence.
Both Dornish women shared a brief look before their princess spoke, "No, nothing's the matter, Layna. An entire day sitting in the stands has been a bit draining on us is all. How have you been?"
Keeping her face impassive, Alayna shrugged, "I haven't a thing to complain about."
Out of the corner of her eye, Alayna didn't miss the knowing smirk grow on Ashara's lips before the violet eyed woman spoke up, "Of course, you don't. It was my idea to send Arthur to retrieve you. I thought you'd enjoy spending some time with him outside of your tent."
Elia looked between her ladies-in-waiting with a furrowed brow. Alayna was thankful Ashara hadn't decided to share the news of her and Arthur's coupling with everyone they knew. At least not yet. The way that woman gossiped, Alayna wouldn't be surprised if half the court had heard of it by the time she was done. In Elia's case, it was probably best the princess heard it from Alayna instead of their mischievous friend.
"Layna, what does Ashara mean by that?" Elia prompted, leaning forward with her chin on her hands as her elbows rested on the table top.
Alayna shrugged, turning to face the instigator of their current conversation, "What are you implying, Ashara?"
"Oh, nothing, just the fact that you and my brother spent some quality time together last night." Ashara revealed, smugly, with a flick of her wrist before adding, "In your tent."
A surprised grin grew on Elia's lips as she made eye contact with Alayna, "Did you?"
"Yes," Fighting to hold back the telling flush on her cheeks, Alayna gave up the game and admitted, "Arthur and I did spend some time together in my tent."
Both women squealed in excitement as Ashara topped off Alayna's glass before she declared, "Finally! Elia, you owe me ten silver stags."
Without another word, the Dornish Princess fished out the demanded coin and tossed them onto the table for her fellow countrywoman to collect. Alayna quirked a brow at them as a frown pulled at the corners of her mouth, "Really? You two were wagering on whether or not Arthur and I would have sex?"
Ashara smirked while Elia, simply, shrugged, "It wasn't just us. Jon and Rhaegar were in on it as well."
"How long has this little wager been going on?" Alayna prompted as she sipped on her wine, although she wasn't sure if she really wanted to know.
"For three years now." Ashara revealed, still reveling in her victory, "But we only just upped the stakes recently. I bet ten silver stags that you and Arthur would come together here at the tourney. Elia insisted that you both would wait until we returned to King's Landing."
"What about Griff? What was Rhaegar's wager?" Alayna inquired as she looked between her friends. She didn't like where this conversation was going.
"Griff's already out, he had bet you'd get together after you were rescued from the Kingswood Brotherhood." Elia informed her as she snacked on a date, "Rhaegar wagered it would happen if Arthur won the tourney."
Rolling her eyes, Alayna shook her head, "Well, I suppose I should be thankful I have such caring friends who are concerned about my sex life so much that they'd gamble on it."
"Oh gods, Layna, it was all in good fun." Ashara dismissed with a wave as if what they'd been doing wasn't a big deal.
Elia sentiments echoed the lady of House Dayne's, "We didn't mean anything by it. We just want you and Arthur to be happy."
"Well, I thank you for your shared concern over my happiness, but I would appreciate it even more if you two stayed out of my business." Alayna scoffed, folding her arms over her chest.
Silence took hold as the food for their meal arrived. The variety was great, although the amount was not as frivolous as the opening banquet. Thankful to see a much more normal amount of food, Alayna readily awaited her plate. Once the women's plates were filled and served accordingly, Elia's attendants were dismissed so that the friends could enjoy the meal more privately. However, not much was said between the women as they consumed their meal.
Taking note of this, Alayna Looked up from her plate at Elia and frowned when she saw the Dornish Princess had barely touched anything on her own plate. Elia's cup also lacked the ruby colored wine she typically drank. Something was wrong, but what? Alayna's jade eyes flickered towards Ashara, whom was devouring her food in ravenous fashion. Everything appeared normal on Ashara's end. If there was something going on, Ashara wouldn't be able to keep it a secret.
"Elia, you're unwell?" Alayna inquired, setting her eating utensils down on the table and turning her full attention to her friend.
Something flashed in the princess' dark eyes that Alayna didn't miss as Elia assured her friend with a short nod as she took a small bite bread, "Everything is fine, Layna. I'm just not very hungry today."
Alayna quirked an eyebrow at the dark haired woman, "But you haven't even touched anything, let alone drank."
"Perhaps I don't wish to drink today, Alayna." Elia's rebuttal fell weakly as Alayna and Ashara shared a skeptical look.
Alayna suggested, off handily, "Maybe you're hiding something from us, Elia."
"You have been acting strange lately. What's going on?" Ashara frowned, her violet eyes narrowing in suspicion.
"You're both mad, I'm perfectly-" Elia's face turned a greenish color before the woman flew out of her seat, headed for the nearest chamber pot.
Once there the Dornish Princess emptied the contents of her stomach. Alayna and Ashara were quick to join their friend, smoothing Elia's dark tresses away from her face and into a bun so they wouldn't be soiled by the foul smelling matter in the pot. When Elia had finished retching, Ashara handed the woman a cloth to wipe of her mouth while Alayna offered her a cup of water.
"You're with child, aren't you?" Alayna inquired, gently, knowing the subject was a tricky matter to broach with her good friend.
Elia offered her companions a sad smile while confirming her status with a nod.
Bowing her head, Alayna embraced her friend, "I'm sorry."
"Don't be, Layna. It's my duty as a wife." Elia reminded the younger woman.
Alayna shook her head, "But you experienced so much trouble with Rhaenys… How could Rhaegar do this to you?"
"He needs a son," Elia reminded her, "I have to give him an heir."
"Why not just let him marry another woman, one that is capable." Alayna suggested.
Elia challenged as she addressed her friend, coldly, "Are you calling me ill fit to bear children, Lady Tyrell?"
"Yes! You almost died having Rhaenys. What makes you think this time will be any different?" Alayna demanded, hoping her friend find some clarity about just how dangerous her situation was.
"It has to be. I have to give him another child." Elia's position remained steadfast as she rose to a more normal position on the wooden floor.
Sighing, Alayna bowed her head in defeat, "Alright… Well, there's no undoing this now. We'll be here for you every step of the way."
The rest of the women's evening was much more somber as they finished their meal and later lounged about Elia's rooms. Alayna hadn't felt this relaxed since before she'd been abducted by the Kingswood Brotherhood. Her life had been a whirlwind as of late and she was having difficulty comprehending it all. From her capture then back to King's Landing only to be sent home to find out her father died, then betrothed against her will to venturing to Harrenhal to be a part of the greatest tourney of her generation had proven to be quite a journey. On top of all, she had been reunited with her friends, found Arthur returned her affections just as fervently as she did, and now learned Elia was expecting once again. So much had happened so quickly, she felt as if her life was on the verge of falling apart.
Sometime later, Prince Rhaegar returned to his and Elia's chambers. The man seemed ragged yet somehow maintained a dignified appearance as he strode into the rooms with his head held high. Dressed in his house's colors of black accented in reds, he moved to fill a chalice of wine before he addressed the ladies,
"Good evening, I hope your night has been much more enjoyable than mine."
Alayna's brow creased in confusion as she glanced at her companions, who appeared to be just as perplexed as she was. She opened her mouth to inquire into Rhaegar's meaning, but Elia beat her to it, "Pardon?"
Rhaegar ran his free hand through his silver locks and sighed, "My father is certain the mystery knight is an enemy. He fears a traitor is in our midst, ready to attack at any moment. He has sent out several lords and even his own knights to unmask this 'Knight of the Laughing Tree.'"
"But mystery knights are not uncommon," Alayna rationalized from her seat next to Ashara as the other woman braided the Reachwoman's russet mane into a much more manageable style, "Your father is paranoid. Even one of his own Kingsguard once participated as a mystery knight in his youth."
"I'm afraid my father is losing his grip on reality, Alayna. He is a shadow of the man he once was. It is only a matter of time before he goes completely mad." Rhaegar's face was grim as he spoke. His words surprised Alayna, he rarely addressed his father's declining mental state and never spoke so plainly of it.
"So what will happen once your father finds this man." Ashara prompted, earning glares from both of her friends.
Rhaegar shrugged as he moved to join his wife on the chaise, "It depends on who it is. My father believes the man might be Jaime Lannister defying orders to spite my father after sending back him to King's Landing instead of allowing him to participate in the tourney. If it is, which we all know it isn't, Jaime would be punished severely. Anyone else will most likely be put to death to make an example out of them."
"Perhaps we shall pray this mystery knight isn't found. No man deserves to be put to death for wanting to participate in the event." Elia offered, softly always seeing the good in people.
Alayna shook her head, even though she was the only one in the room who actually knew who 'The Knight of the Laughing Tree' was, "But why continue to remain anonymous after finding victory? Isn't it customary to reveal oneself?"
"Only if he wins the entire tournament or loses would a knight identify himself." Rhaegar informed her his face impassive as he regarded her with deep indigo eyes.
Nodding in understanding, Alayna attempted to smother a yawn as it crawled out of her throat. Having not realized how weary she was, the woman turned to the window behind her to see the sky was nearly pitch black, "Well, as exciting as all this talk of mystery knights has been. I'm positively exhausted. It would be best I retire to my tent before I keel over."
As she rose to stand, Rhaegar followed suit, "Allow me to escort you, Alayna. The journey from the castle to your camp is far too long for a lady of your standing to travel unaccompanied."
"If you wish to." Alayna agreed as she accepted the man's arm. How odd? Rhaegar wasn't usually one to escort her anywhere. Of course, back in King's Landing Griff and Arthur often joined their gatherings and normally, one of them took up the duty of accompanying her to her door. Alayna informed her friends as she bid them farewell, "I'll see you all on the morrow."
Elia and Ashara, both, bid their friend a good night as Rhaegar led Alayna out of the chambers and towards an exit out of the great castle. For a few moments, neither the prince or lady spoke and yet, it was plain to Alayna her companion wished to speak with her, so she waited until they were outside in the brisk night air to speak,
"Is there something you wish to speak to me about, your grace, or are you merely being a good friend?"
"Is it so wrong to accompany a lady to her tent? Besides Ser Arthur is on duty this evening and is unable to leave the King's side." Rhaegar informed the lady from the Reach as they trudged along the dirt path keeping his eyes forward, "It wouldn't be right to pull him away only to have him return you to your tent."
"Well, he is a kingsguard. It is his duty afterall." Alayna dismissed, unsure of how much Rhaegar knew about her and Arthur's relationship.
Rhaegar smiled, softly at his petite friend, "He is very fond of you, Alayna. He's never been this way about anyone else, I hope you know that."
"I do." Alayna confirmed, "He's made his feelings perfectly clear. But I have a feeling you didn't offer to escort me back to my tent to gossip about my relationship with Ser Arthur."
"Nothing ever gets past you." Rhaegar smirked, shaking his head as he regarded the woman walking beside him, "Tis true. I have a much more important endeavor to ask of you."
"Go on then. What's got you so bothered that you've come to me instead of someone you're closer to." Alayna gestured for the prince to continue.
"I take it you are now aware of Elia's condition. We have done our best to hide it for as long as we could, but we knew we weren't going to be able to keep it from our friends as long as we can the general public." Rhaegar began, taking a breath before continuing, "I need you to return with us to King's Landing once this tourney is over. This pregnancy would be better suited for Elia if she were surrounded by her closest friends."
"You are aware that my brother intends for me to wed as soon as possible?" Alayna reminded the prince, making sure the man had all the facts before he asked something like this of her.
Rhaegar smirked down at the lady, "You think your brother is in a position to deny me?"
"You would be so bold?" Alayna wondered, although her tone implied she was jesting.
"Alayna, it is of the highest importance that this child is born safely and that Elia recovers so that she able to have another." Rhaegar informed her.
Alayna's brow furrowed in confusion by her friend's admission, "But why? If you have a son, wouldn't that be enough?"
"The dragon must have three heads." He told her in a way that was ominous.
Alayna frowned as she mulled his words unsure of their relation to their current situation, "What does that mean?"
"It is a part of a prophecy, my great-grandfather King Aegon V once read about the return of dragons in Westeros." Rhaegar revealed to her his voice cracking a bit as he spoke, "It is part of a prophecy that brought ruin to my family."
"What?" Alayna blinked.
"Have you heard of the Prince that was Promised Prophecy?" Rhaegar inquired.
"Sounds familiar. It has something to do with the Long Night, correct?" Alayna recalled, remembering she'd read something about such a prophecy in one of the books about the Age of Heros.
"Yes, when Jenny of Oldstones came to court after marrying Prince Duncan the Small, she brought with her a woods witch. The witch prophesied that the prince that was promised would come from the line of my parents, which was why my grandfather had them marry, although they held no fondness for each other." Rhaegar enlightened her as they continued on their walk, "At first, I thought the prophecy spoke about myself… But now, I do not believe this to be the case. I believe the child Elia now carries within her is."
"And you want me to help ensure, this child lives… And Elia is able to have another to fulfill it because the dragon must have three heads." Alayna prompted as she absorbed everything her friend had just imparted to her.
Rhaegar nodded in confirmation, "Yes."
Having a feeling she knew where their conversation was going, she continued, "And I won't be able to tell anyone about this."
"No, I'm sorry, Alayna," Rhaegar shook his head with a sigh, "None of this is for certain. If it were true and such information fell into the wrong hands, then I fear something terrible might happen."
"Alright, I'll help… at least to the best of my abilities." Alayna assured the silver haired man as they came to stop outside her tent. Glancing around, she noticed her brother's dwelling was dark as were her other neighbors.
Rhaegar offered the petite woman a sad smile as he gripped her hand, briefly, before stepping away, "That's all I will ever ask of you, my friend."
As Alayna watched her friend walk away, she wondered to herself just what she'd gotten into. For some reason, she felt as if she didn't fully understand what she'd agreed to be apart of or if she ever would. Not many people often understood the crowned prince and even fewer claimed to; Rhaegar and his reasonings were mysteries even the most intellectual had difficulty wrapping their minds around. Alayna just hoped he wasn't planning anything that might risk everything he was building lest he might bring ruin to his House and the rest of the Seven Kingdoms.
Early the next day, Alayna joined her brother and Jon in the stands. Having spent so much time with her friends, she knew she would need to stay on Mace's good side. Needing to do so in order to convince him to allow her to return to King's Landing with the royal party following the conclusion of the tourney. Not that it really mattered if Mace agreed to it or not, Rhaegar made his position perfectly clear when they'd spoken the previous night.
Dressed in rich greens and golds, the Tyrell host surly made an impression on the rest of the attendants as they claimed their seats among the other lords. Even though they were the newest Great House, they looked like they belonged with the much older families. A swell of pride grew in Alayna's chest as she observed her party having taken notice of the fact for the first time. For once, they could almost pass as a united front, she and her brother. Which surprised her, having not much reason to support Mace in recent days. Publicly, however, she would perform her duty as a member of House Tyrell to assure her family continued to make a good impression.
Once everyone was seated and before the day's tilts commenced, King Aerys rose from his seat in the Royal Pavilion and called out to the crowd, "Bring forth the mystery knight!"
A murmur rose through the gathering of nobles and commoners, yet no one stepped forward save for Robert Baratheon, who carried the shield which 'the Knight of the Laughing Tree' held in his hands the previous day, "All we could find was his shield, your grace."
King Aerys' ghostly face darkened at the young Storm Lord's news, "This traitor, who is too cowardly to show his face before his king, will face justice."
Alayna glanced over her shoulder at the Stark clan spying Lyanna seated, comfortably between her brothers. In the early morning light, Lyanna looked every inch of a northern lady with not a single bandage or stitch to be seen. No one would've been the wiser that Rickard Stark's daughter was behind the mystery knight. Alayna breathed out a sigh of relief and relaxed in her seat as she turned her attention down to the arena where the competitors would resume the joust.
By this point in the tourney, there were only four knights left. Prince Rhaegar, Ser Barristan, Jon Connington, and Ser Arthur. All were some of the best knights in the Seven Kingdoms and all were tourney veterans. Each man would draw his semifinal match for the day, the outcome of which would determine who would face off in the champion's tilt the next day. Alayna watched on, her breath caught in her throat as she wished for Arthur to draw either Griff or Ser Barristan for this round. Fate, however, was not on their side as he drew Prince Rhaegar's name.
Bowing her head, the lady from Highgarden sighed. This had not been what she'd been hoping for at all, what should've been the final tilt of the tournament was going to happen that day. Feeling someone's gaze upon her, Alayna lifted her jade eyes to meet Arthur's violet stare. The Sword of the Morning offered his lady an assuring smile as he touched the collar of his breastplate, upon closer inspection Alayna could see a puff of white cloth sticking out from underneath the armor near his neck.
Smirking in return, she nodded, curtly in his direction before turning her attention to Griff's tilt against Ser Barristan. Alayna knew better than to believe her friend would emerge victorious as the Kingsguard had previously unhorsed the Griffin at the Tourney held at Storm's End. More of a jack-of-all trades than a master of none, Griff always toted himself as. The ginger preferred to be capable of many things than excellent at a few.
Despite being outmatched by Ser Barristan, Griff made sure to put on a good show. He had always been good at entertaining the people. He had a natural charismatic air about him which commanded attention. Alayna was certain his desire was to take everyone's mind off the mystery knight and back onto the tourney itself. For several rounds, the Lord of Griffin's Roost held his own against the legendary knight. That was until his luck ran out and Ser Barristan's lance found it's way past Griff's red and white shield; the blow to his breastplate enough to unhorse the man from the Stormlands.
The crowd cheered, exalting the Kingsguard for his victory as Griff dusted the dirt from his rump, he bowed and before taking his leave. Alayna clapped for both competitors, bearing no ill will towards the knight from House Selmy. She was more than happy to see a worthy man move on to the champion's tilt. Ser Barristan was much better suited for either challenger that arose out of the following match than her friend, even though she would've given a considerable amount of coin to see Griff unhorsed by either of his friends. However, Alayna would just have to wait until they were back in King's Landing for that to happen.
Straightening in her seat, Alayna watched on with full attention as the next pair of contestants rode out to the arena. Upon his black destrier, the rubies encrusted in his armor, Rhaegar appeared otherworldly as his armor glittered in the afternoon sunlight. Stationing himself opposite of his close friend, he appeared every inch the King he would become. Ser Arthur's own armor gleamed from his perch atop one of the white Kingsguard steeds the Dornishman often rode. Both men dipped their lances towards each other before, the flag was dropped for them to begin.
Hooves thundered above the noise of the crowd as the men clashed, neither budging as they made their initial swipes at one another, breaking their lances as they stormed past. This was a dance, which both of them knew very well, it had been rehearsed numerous times over the years. Both had found victory and defeat at the hands of one another and yet, they remained close friends.
Circling back around to retrieve new lances, the prince and the kingsguard readied themselves for another round. From the seat beside her brother, Alayna's heart pounded against her ribs like a war drum as she, silently, cheered for her lover and willed for him to defeat the dragon prince. Perhaps, it was her own selfish desire to be crowned 'the queen of love and beauty', but she also wished to see her knight triumphant. It would mean everything to her should Arthur win as he so desperately wished to.
Once again, their steeds stormed towards each other. This time there was a greater sense of urgency as the men readied their lances, but once more they remained atop their mounts. However, Alayna didn't miss the way Arthur cradled his arm against his breast as he rode back to get another lance from his squire. Cursing to herself, Alayna realized there was no way Arthur would survive another tilt if he was injured. Hanging her head, the lady from the Reach whispered a prayer under her breath to any god that might listen.
She looked back up just in time to see the competitors charge once more. Even from her point of view, she could see the difference in the way Arthur carried his lance. The man was hurting and fighting through his pain fueled by pure determination to win. But fate was not on his side that day as Rhaegar took the advantage in stride, unhorsing the knight of his father's Kingsguard on the third tilt.
Time seemed to slow to a crawl as Alayna watched Arthur's body fall from his horse before it collided with the arena floor like a sack of potatoes. The rest of the spectators voices raised in elation as the crown prince remained on top his stallion as the Champion's match was now set. Alayna couldn't find it in her to join their cheers, unable to tear her eyes away from her lover's prone form. However, Rhaegar was humble in victory over his friend as the silver haired man quickly dismounted and helped the Dornishman to his feet.
When Arthur was upright, his eyes found hers once more and the sorrowful look within them nearly brought her to tears. Everything inside of her yearned for her to comfort him, but she knew better than to out themselves so publicly. Not after their story had just begun. She'd bide her time until she'd be free to seek him out without raising any suspicion. She watched as the men clapped each other on the back before they both walked out of the arena together.
At the first opportunity she had, Alayna slipped away from her brother and betrothed in order to go to her fallen knight. She found herself lingering near Arthur's tent unsure of whether she should enter or not. Dusk had begun to settle around them, turning her surroundings a hazy purple as night approached, the raucous gatherings of lords and their friends as they celebrated the day was all she could hear.
Concealed underneath her cloak, Alayna's identity remained hidden as she weighed her choices. Part of her longed to comfort her lover because she knew how badly he'd wanted to defeat Rhaegar as a chance at redemption. But the other wondered if the Knight wished to be alone in his defeat, she had never seen him as dejected as he'd been when Rhaegar had unhorsed him. The way his eyes looked almost mournful as they locked with hers from beneath his helm still haunted her.
How would he react if she appeared in his tent? Would he push her away? Or would he allow her to comfort him? This was entirely new territory for Alayna and she had no clue as to how to comfort her lover. Deep down, she knew she had to see him. They were living on borrowed time as it were, she couldn't just keep standing there wasting what few moments they had left.
Mustering up the courage she knew she'd need, Alayna marched across the dirt path, which had ground increasingly muddy from being over trampled during the course of the tourney, and pushed open the flap to enter the Kingsguard's tent. Only a few candles were lit, leaving the space difficult to see in. But her sharp eyes fell on his form seated on the cot, bent over with his head in his hands. Fresh white bandages adorned his right shoulder and chest, no doubt covering the bruising where Rhaegar's lance collided.
"Oh, Arthur." She sighed, the sound of her own voice foreign on her ears as she crossed the distance between them.
The knight glanced up when he heard her speak, "Aly… I'm sorry."
Even in the sparse lighting, Alayna could see the damp streaks from frustrated tears that had no doubt fallen from his eyes. Kneeling down before the man, Alayna took his hands in hers, "Don't be too upset with yourself. It's just a silly crown. Are you alright?"
"The maester said I'll be sore for a couple days. Nothing I'm not used to." He assured her, softly as he brushed a few stray curls away from her brow.
Alayna leaned into his touch as she looked at her partner through hooded eyes, "Oh yes, a knight of your caliber must be used to the pain that comes with an event such as jousting."
"How have I been so fortunate to know such an understanding woman?" He wondered aloud with a teasing smile as he leaned forward, pulling her closer so that their faces were no more than an inch apart.
A soft laugh bubbled up in her throat as her gaze fell to his lips, "Well, you'll have to thank my mother someday."
"Indeed." He agreed before he closed the gap between them, melding their mouths together capturing a moment of desire.
The pair savored the opportunity as their lips danced as one. Slowly and softly at first until their actions grew more fervent when a familiar urgency took over. The lustful passion left over from their first union smoldered beneath the surface reared its head once more but this time clearer minds prevailed. They had already tempted fate enough in the last day. Neither were ready to go there again, such a reality was something they couldn't afford.
Breathless, Alayna pulled away to catch her breath as she remembered something important she had intended to share with the Dornishman before they'd become distracted, "Rhaegar has requested I return King's Landing. To aid Elia."
Joy sparkled in his violet irises, briefly as he absorbed the news before the elation died and concern took over, "That's wonderful, but you don't sound very thrilled."
"How can I be?" Alayna huffed, shrugging her shoulders in frustration as she pointed out, "Last time, with Rhaenys, she was so ill for so long. It nearly killed her. What if…"
"None of that now." Arthur hushed as he drew her into his arms, stroking her hair, soothingly as he assured her, "Elia is a strong woman despite her physical ailments. We won't lose her to childbirth. She is far too stubborn to leave us that way."
"I know, it's just-" She attempted to vent but her knight was quick to expel her fears.
"Just relax. Everything is going to work out the way it's suppose it in the end. Just have a little faith." He requested as his hands splayed out over her hip bone, fingers digging into the skin of her pelvis through the fabric of her skirt.
"Having faith is hard when the gods don't answer your prayers." She informed him, honestly as her own hands traced the broad span of his bare shoulders.
"That's not true. They've answered plenty of mine recently." He told her, guiding her to sit on his lap. Her thighs framing his as if they had been made for each other.
Alayna took a moment relish the feeling of him underneath her before a teasing smirk grew on her lips and looped an arm around his neck, "Oh really, how so?"
"After you left the Capital, I prayed that I would see you again and here you are." He revealed as one of his hands trailed its way up her spine before it came to grip her shoulder while the other still firm gripped her hip.
Shaking her head, Alayna ran her fingers down his stubbled cheek, "And here I am."
The Dornishman bent his head down so that it rested against her shoulder, Alayna could feel his lips dance across her skin as he whispered, "I'd like to have you again. But I believe you have much to discuss with your lord brother this evening."
"Indeed, I do." She sighed in agreement, frustrated despite her better judgement as she slipped off his lap and rose to her feet, "Fret not, there will be other chances if all goes accordingly."
"I'll look forward to them." He declared as he let his arms fall from her body, allowing her to untangle from their embrace.
"As will I." Alayna confirmed, stepping away from the knight before offering him a polite curtsey as she straightened her gown, "Until tomorrow, ser."
"Until tomorrow, my lady." He nodded as a satisfied grin crept onto his lips as he watched her retreating form exit his meager tent.
On her way back to the Tyrell camp, Alayna began to prickle with anticipation as she prepared herself for the verbal sparring match she was about to endeavor. The lady had no doubts she could quash her brother quite handily, but she feared her logic wouldn't get through his thick skull and poorly structured ideas. Mace could be a right stubborn fool when he wanted to be and on the matter of her impending nuptials, she knew he wouldn't be willing to budge. If proceedings went poorly, she knew she always had the option of having Rhaegar pen a royal summon, which her lord oaf of a brother wouldn't be able to object to.
The musical tones of familiar laughter disrupted Alayna's thoughts as she past by a particularly dark alley nested between a pair of towering tents belonging to some lords from the Riverlands. Without a second thought, her eyes snapped toward the direction the sound came from, only to nearly stumble over her own feet when she saw the retreating forms of Rhaegar and Lyanna as they snuck between the tents.
"Seven hells." Alayna breathed, shaking her head and rubbed her eyes before she glanced back up to make sure her mind wasn't playing tricks on her in the twilight hours. But there was no mistaking the silver crown of the prince's hair anywhere nor the blue-grey gown Lyanna had worn that day.
Never had she ever expected to see the Targaryen or the Stark interacting publicly, much less in the secret of the night. No doubt nothing good would come from this encounter, that much Alayna was certain. But when had this happened? Had Rhaegar stumbled upon Lyanna as he was searching for 'the Knight of the Laughing Tree'? No, how could he have? Surely, Lyanna would've told her if she'd been discovered.
Or would she? Lyanna had no obligation to share such information with Alayna, especially if Rhaegar had requested no one know. But why? What was going on here? However, before Alayna could call out to them, the pair had darted into another alley and were now out of sight.
Sighing, Alayna shook her head as she resumed her trek back towards the green tents she'd called home during her stay in Harrenhal. But her mind continued to dwell on Rhaegar and Lyanna. She hoped they would follow their heads and make decisions they wouldn't regret, but deep down she feared it was already too late for that.
Entering Mace's tent, Alayna found her lord brother and betrothed seated at the table they'd brought with them from Highgarden sharing a decanter of wine. Both men stood when they took note of her presence and Jon pulled out the empty chair beside him for her to take. However, Alayna pulled out her own seat across from the knight and poured herself a chalice of rich Arbor Gold as she sat.
"Brother. Jon." She greeted them, cooly, keeping her tone clear and even as she made eye contact with both men as they returned to their own seats, "How has this day treated you?"
The men shared a look, one which Alayna didn't miss, before Mace spoke, "It has suited us just fine. We, both, were thrilled with Prince Rhaegar and Ser Arthur's tilt. Were you not as well?"
"I was. I've seen the Prince and Ser Arthur spar on several occasions. The joust is the only matter Rhaegar has the upper hand in."
"Indeed, Prince Rhaegar and Ser Arthur are truly two of the best competitors in the tourney." Jon agreed before inquiring, "Who do you think will prevail tomorrow? Ser Barristan the Bold or the Prince?"
"I'd like to see Ser Barristan claim victory." Alayna informed her fellow Reachmen as she began to dine on the meal their household had prepared for them.
"You'd rather see Ser Barristan be proclaimed champion than your friend, the crowned prince?" Jon questioned, surprise evident on his features.
Out of the corner of her eye, Alayna caught Mace roll his eyes as he informed the newcomer to their family dynamic, "My dear sister, here, is a champion for the underdog, even if the favorite is one of her close friends."
"Ser Barristan won the Tourney held at Storm's End, where he defeated Rhaegar. If he did it then, he can do it again."
"Sound logic." Jon agreed with a nod as he considered her words.
"Well, it matters not who wins tomorrow. For we must really begin planning your wedding. I-"
"About that." Alayna interrupted with a sly smile as she folded her hands neatly before her on the table, "Prince Rhaegar and Princess Elia have both requested that I return to King's Landing with them after the Tourney."
"Your duty is no longer to the court or the royals." Mace reminded her as he cut into the slab of meat he'd managed to fit on his plate, "Your duty is to House Tyrell and the Reach. You will marry this man, as planned, once we return to Highgarden."
"I never agreed to wed Jon upon our return home." Alayna hissed as she stabbed at potatoes and root vegetables on her own platter, "You've barely given me any time to get used to the notion. I haven't gotten any say in the matter. You're being unfair, Mace."
The Lord of Highgarden scoffed as he eyed his younger sister with a disparaging gleam, "Unfair? You think I'm being unfair? You're going to four-and-twenty soon, Alayna, which is far too old to be unwed for a lady of your standing. Most women would've been shipped off the moment they got their moon's blood. Papaw was kind to you, sheltered you, even."
Jon glanced between the Tyrell siblings as they volleyed. The knight of New Barrel was unsure if he should be amused or concerned at their quarreling. Aware that Mace and Alayna had always butted heads, he feared this might cause a greater rift between the two members of the great house. Sipping on his wine, Jon decided he'd intervene if need be.
"My friend, Lady Ashara Dayne is also still unwed and she is only a year older than I-" Alayna began her rebuttal
"I've had just about enough of your Dornish friends." Mace announced, slamming his hands on the wooden table top before him, sending a quake through the surface and shaking the contents on top, "They've been soiling your mind with silly notions of equality and sexuality. They've tainted you."
"How dare you-" Alayna rose to strike her brother. No longer caring that he was Lord of the Reach or not, no one dare spoke of her friends in such a degrading manner. But a firm hand intercepted her, snapping her eyes across the table her betrothed stood bravely on the other side with his gentle eyes pleading for her to reconsider.
"Mace, I agree that Lady Alayna should be allowed to return to the capital. It would be unfair to prevent her from spending time with her friends before she has to reside with me in New Barrel."
"So you're on her side, then?" Mace glared, accusingly at the landed knight. The Lord continued to hold Jon's eyes, hoping to bend the knight to his will, but Jon remained steadfast,
"She is to be my wife. Of course, I will support her. It would be counterproductive to start off our marriage on bad terms. I'd like for her to come around to the idea of marrying me and if that involves returning to King's Landing for a time, then so be it."
"Jon…" Alayna sighed, shaking her head as if she hadn't wanted him to intercede on the matter.
He informed her, honestly as he turned his attention back to her, "Alayna, I only wish for you to be happy."
"Thank you." Alayna murmured, moving around the table to press a chaste kiss on Jon's cheek to express her gratitude towards the knight. She hadn't expected him to support her position, but here he was playing the role of the dutiful husband before they were even wed.
She withered one last glare in her brother direction before she took her leave of them, her appetite lost due to her quarreling with her brother.
Once she was gone, the Warden of the Reach shook his head at the knight, "You know if you allow her to return to King's Landing, she'll never come back to marry you."
"I know." Jon nodded. He'd accepted the possibility the moment he'd taken her side in the sibling's argument. But if insuring her happiness meant giving her up, then he was willing to let her go. He wouldn't be the one to allow her to wilt away in a place where she was unhappy. No, he couldn't be so cruel. Not when he figured that whoever held her heart also resided in King's Landing and who was he to deny her the chance to be with him.
On the final day of the tournament, all of the champions from the other events were honored before the massive crowd gathered in the grandstand. Alayna cursed herself for not attending any other the other events. She loved archery and wished she could've participated in some way; like she had for the tourney her parents had hosted for her sixteenth nameday. However, it was frowned upon for a highborn lady to take part in such activities.
Tension mounted in the air as onlookers waited for the flag to drop. Both men held their heads high as they lined up their horses on opposite sides of the railing. Both champions in their own right having claimed victory in past tourneys. Both were knights with illustrious careers. To Alayna, the outcome of this matchup was a tossup. Nevertheless, many favored Rhaegar. He was young, strong, and looked every inch of a warrior. While Ser Barristan was certainly more mature, the kingsguard was nowhere past his prime and wasn't about to go down without a fight.
Once the signal was given, both men charged with their lances pointed towards each other. The first tilt found itself to be a draw as Ser Barristan broke his lance on Rhaegar's shield, forcing the men to circle back around to retrieve new arms. When the dust had settled, their horses thundered towards each other at a blazing pace. Yet this time Rhaegar's lance was truer and found it's way past the Kingsguard's shield to knock the man from his mount. As Ser Barristan's form fell from the force of Rhaegar's lance. A cheer rang up from the spectators, Rhaegar was well liked by his people as was his victory. The prince waved, graciously to the crowd as he rode towards Lord Whent to retrieve the crown of blue winter roses.
A hushed silence fell over the crowd as the Targaryen Prince rode past his Dornish wife, passing over her instead of crowning her as his 'Queen of Love and Beauty'. Watching on with furrowed brows, Alayna frowned at the direct slight. Despite being aware of her friend's complicated relationship, she never would've thought Rhaegar would disgrace her so publicly. But then Alayna recalled that she'd seen him sneaking off with Lyanna the previous night…
"Don't crown the Stark girl. Don't do it." She beseeched under her breath as her eyes followed the silver haired man towards his destination. But it was already too late.
A deep sense of dread took root in her stomach as she watched her friend place the crown of blue winter roses on Lyanna's lap much to the surprise of everyone present. Sighing, Alayna's head fell into her hands as Lyanna accepted the crown, her face indifferent as if it were a completely normal occurrence.
Turning her attention towards Dornish friends, Alayna can see Ashara boiling with anger at how Rhaegar had dishonored Elia. The ever fiery lady of Starfall was no doubt just as displeased with their prince's actions as Alayna was. Glancing past her violet eyed friend, Alayna noted Elia's countenance was more subdued as the princess could not react publicly towards the slight. How sad it was that Rhaegar would scorn the woman carrying his child for the young northern girl? Despite not loving each other, Elia deserved more than this outright disrespect.
Shaking her head, Alayna looked, lastly at her lover to find Arthur's expression mirroring that of his sister's. Anger and disbelief etched into his features as his cold stare remained trained on Rhaegar's retreating form. He must've sensed her eyes on his form as Arthur turned his attention in her direction, his eyes met hers before he shook head. Nodding, Alayna closed her eyes with a sigh and ran her fingers through her mane, mumbling under her breath as she looked between the Northern girl and the dragon prince,
"Oh Rhaegar, what have you done?"
Author's Note: Guys, I'm so sorry I haven't updated for a while. I've been dealing with some mental and physical issues that prevented me from being willing/able to write and I am just now getting back to my normal self. Whatever 'normal' is. Also I can't believe it's been a month since I've written anything and/or posted anything. I (usually) try to update every week/every other week and I will try to be more consistent in the future. I feel absolutely awful about it, but I hope this chapter makes up for it.
P.S. I'm trash because while I wasn't writing I created an AU for this story in which Arthur isn't in the Kingsguard.
I've also been working on some art for this story so let me know if anyone is interested in seeing it. I might post a link to the sketches I've been working on if I get enough interest. It will most likely be one Wattpad or my tumblr.
Replies:
Guest #1: Maybe ;) We'll just have to wait and see.
angelicedg: I'm glad you liked the last update enough to read it twice! I'd worry more about this 'Up Next' sentence.
Vulcran: ;)
xenocanaan: Thank you for the review! I'm glad you're concerned for them! I hope you enjoyed the update!
gwenwesley: Aw! Thank you! Robert's Rebellion is going to be tricky. It's not going to be pretty, but it's going to be worth it… I hope. I don't believe Alayna plans on dying just yet.
Ellie: I'm glad you enjoyed the last chapter! You always bring up such good points in your comments! Alayna and Arthur are great together, I've tried to mold their personalities and how I portray them so they compliment each other. Physical chemistry and all. But they've also got a lot to learn Ashara really is the captain of their ship. Lyanna and Alayna would've been the best of friends if their situation wasn't what it is. Alayna is loyal af to Elia. And yes, she met the whole Stark gang. Alayna is naturally kind to most people unless given cause to act differently. As far as how she'll react to what Howland and Ned will do? My question is: will she? Jon, is better off with Janna and I think he's beginning to realize that. I'm glad you enjoy the scenes with Mace, I enjoy channeling my 'inner Olenna' whenever I write them. As far as the concern for Alayna's impending return to the capital, well I think there's a lot more going on than she realizes… Also Ransom is pretty good. It's not Game of Thrones, Sherlock, or the Crown by any means but I enjoyed it for what it is. Also Luke Roberts is totally drool worthy in it with his American accent. I hope you got the chance to watch it!
Guest #2: Here's your update! Hope you enjoyed it! Thanks for the review. And yes, Alayna and Arthur are a hot couple, aren't they?
beachchick3: Thank you so much! I really appreciate that you think so highly of my story! I hope you enjoyed the new update!
Up Next: Return to King's Landing and Alayna finds herself caught in a spider web.