Starfall, 276 AC

I know, I know, starting off here rather than at the actual beginning is an odd thing. However, before that point, even as a prince, my life was fairly boring. As it is now, I had been recently knighted and had managed to convince my father to let me do a long trip with my best friend.

Now, if you're really so interested, it began with an accident, I remember panic, tumbling down in a large horseless carriage, falling down a cliff... Then light, and I was being born. Now, let me tell you, that, is an awful experience... Being born I mean.

As for who I was born as.. Suffice to say that I was a slim young man with silver hair, purple eyes and an aptitude for music... Yes, Rhaegar fucking Targaryen -excuse my language- I've never quite liked him, but all things considered, it was a fairly good position to be born into.

I only wish it had not been in the middle of a massive inferno.

As it was, I was at that moment approaching Starfall with one Arthur Dayne... Believe it or not, he was a pretty decent guy, The guy was not yet the Sword of the Morning, he was not even Ser Arthur yet, but I had overheard that he was ready to stand the vigil and be anointed a Knight.

"Huh? Again deep in thought Rhaegar?" He asked with a teasing smirk. I rolled my eyes at that and shrugged

"Well, one of us has to do the thinking Arthur," I replied with a smirk of my own. We laughed for a few minutes. Then we came in sight of the castle.

Starfall was impressive, although not in the same way as the Red Keep, Harrenhall, Dragonstone or Casterly Rock were. If anything, Starfall seemed like a surprisingly standard medieval castle. It actually reminded me of the Aljafería in Zaragoza. It had that mix of a European (or Andal, I guess) style with those Moorish elements that I figured were fairly common in Dorne.

Now, speaking about friends. You might be wondering, what about Jon Connington? Well, I'll be honest... I can't stand the boy. Arthur is a pretty chill guy, who doesn't mind me being an absolute bookworm, Connington on the other hand... Yeah, I don't think I'll go near him. Besides, I don't particularly care about such things, but I honestly have no idea how is that the original Rhaegar did not have a clue about the fact that said boy was definitely attracted to him.

Then again, the original Rhaegar never struck me as a man with a mind for anything that was not the arcane crap he was into, and prophecy. I might be wrong, but that is the impression I got.

We were received at the entrance of the keep by the guards, and then by Arthur's father. Lord Ulrick Dayne was a tall broad man with a handsome face, black hair, and purple eyes. He smiled warmly at his son and bowed slightly to me.

"Your Grace, a friend of my son is always welcome in our household."

"Lord Dayne" I bowed out of respect, I was, after all, a guest, "It is a pleasure and an honor for me to meet you."

Having exchanged pleasantries and once I had been given bread and salt, we were taken into the castle proper. It was then that I saw her.

I had to admit that, for my mind, it was still a bit creepy. I mean, my body was seventeen or so, but my mind was approaching thirty... My body, however, did not seem to care, and I found myself cursing in my mind at the fact that my skin was so damn pale as I felt my cheeks heat up just a bit.

She had to be fourteen or fifteen, with long black hair and a still-developing figure that was already very attractive and would clearly mature into a drop-dead gorgeous woman... And then there were her eyes, of that same violet that was oddly common among the Daynes, but there was something else to them.

Of course, there was no other explanation, it was Ashara Dayne. And I, for once, could understand why the Quiet Wolf didn't even dare to talk to her.

Thankfully, before she could take notice of how awkward the situation must have been for me, Arthur got ahead and embraced her -in a display of pure sibling affection, not that... thing that passed as such in House Targaryen- She bowed gracefully, I bowed just a small bit, and soon enough, it was just Arthur and myself once more. I took a deep breath and when I looked at him, I saw a silly, teasing grin on his face.

"So?" He asked me simply, I looked at him, he held my gaze... and I eventually flinched first.

"Come on Rhaegar! We both know what you're thinking about!" He exclaimed and laughed loudly. I couldn't help but chuckle along.

"Thank the Seven that only my family is crazy enough to do full on incest." I muttered, then laughed

We were still laughing a few minutes later, when a servant came to inform us that there would be a small feast and our presence was wanted at the main hall