The same dream from last night plagued her once again.

She sees King Aerys laughing as King Landing is burning up in green flames. Children are crying. Mothers are begging for someone to save them as the flames are going higher and higher. People are praying to the gods to save them but the gods can be heard laughing at the scene.

Then men in cloaks are invading the castle and she or rather Elia Martell is once again raped and torn apart while her children are killed in the background.

She woke up while it was still early in the morning. All sweaty she went to the table not far from her bed. There was a can of water and a copper cup. She drank some water but her throat still felt dry.

"Father in heaven help me. I don't have the strength to change or save anyone. Please guide me and give me strength," she began to pray.

Once she was done praying she opened her door.

"My lady?" Sam her guard was surprised to see her awake so early.

"Is Lissa awake?"

"Shall I tell a servant to get her?"

"No it's alright."

Lysa cleaned herself with the drinking water and put on her corset, although it was difficult, and a dress which was easy to put on. She combed her long hair which she had not once cut in her entire life-time. It took a long time to comb her auburn hair. She braided her hair into a simple braid which fell to her side.

She put on her shoes and then opened the door. Sam followed her during her walk. At first she was going to the garden but felt like she had been there so many times that she got sick of it. Instead she decided for the first time to take a look at the tourney arena. She wasn't much of a fan of jousting or these sort of tournaments. Cinderella herself had never been into watching others doing sports.

While walking the ground she passed tents here and there. Once she finally arrived at the jousting area she saw a face she hadn't expected.

"Your highness." Lysa curtsied in front of the princess.

"Please, call me Elia, Lysa." The princess smiled gently.

"Forgive me for being impudent, Elia, but is it not too early for you to be awake?" Lysa asks the princess as she sits next to her.

"I couldn't sleep." The princess answered simply. "And you, Lysa? Why are you awake so early?"

"I couldn't sleep either. I haven't been able to sleep so well since I left Riverrun. I miss my home." Lysa confessed.

"I miss my home too." The princess smiled a little as if she was reminiscing about something. "I miss the sand, the heat and most of all my family." Lysa could tell she was not speaking about King's Landing.

"We're like two peas in a pod."

"Two what?"

"Two peas in a pod. It's a word phrasing for similar people in a similar situation."

"Yes, I guess you could say that."

They watched the stars above.

"Tell me, Elia, have you ever visited Riverrun?" Lysa found herself saying suddenly without thinking.

"No, Lysa, I haven't. But I would like to one day. I would like to visit places I've never seen before. Sadly, my condition doesn't allow me to travel a lot. My condition doesn't allow me to fulfill any dream at all."

"Then I shall pray for you to get better."

"It's sweet but I'm afraid the gods won't listen. I've tried praying to The Mother before."

"I didn't mean The Sevens, my lady."

"That's strange. I thought The Riverlands were faithful followers of The Sevens."

"They are that's why I'm not allowed to enter a sept ever again in my life because I don't believe in The Sevens. They banished me after I threw a tantrum in the sept. My father was very disappointed in me over that, because I had shamed our family but since I was still young they let me off the hook in hope that I would return again to their faith. But I won't."

"And why is that?"

"Because of Jesus Christ."

"Jesus Christ? Who is that? I have never heard of him."

"Of course you wouldn't, your highness. He hasn't appeared in this world yet."

"Then how come you believe in him?"

"Because I have seen him in my dreams. I've seen him being humiliated and stripped off of his dignity. He was nailed to a large wooden cross because the world hated him. My first dream of him was when I was ten. He appeared inside my home and I remember inviting him. He was a stranger but I greeted him like an old friend. I then saw his hands. They had large holes. I thought it strange and so I touched his hand and I saw all of his suffering. I saw soldier whipping him at least five hundred times. His body was so bloody but I couldn't help but watch his torture and cry. I wondered why it was that the world killed such an innocent man. He had never once committed a crime. And the truth was explained to me. We are all sinners and slaves to sin. We are all criminals. We are all under a curse to continue sinning. That's how this world was designed because we live in a fallen world. God who created us wanted to save us humans and so in order to redeem us and save us he used his Son, Jesus Christ as a sacrifice to atone all human beings' sins. In the end, God himself had to step down from heaven, become flesh and die for all of our sins, because God loves us."

"You speak as if there is only one god." Elia noticed and although she herself wasn't such a religious person she couldn't help the odd angry feeling inside of her.

"To me there is only one God, one truth. But I can understand why others would feel more comfortable to believe in other gods than the one I consider the true God. After all, the world hates the real God. They hate it because the god or gods of the world they live in don't want to lose their slaves, because then they lose their positions in their hearts and their power, and their slaves are also so comfortable living in sin."

"Are you implying that I'm a slave, Lady Lysa?" Elia frowned.

"You are not the only slave of sin, your highness, is all I'm saying."

"And what about you? Are you trying to say that you are different from the rest of us? Better even?"

Lysa looked into Elia's angry eyes. This was the expected reaction she knew she would get. It was always like this.

"I don't know if I'm better than you. I don't know if I'm different from you. All I know is Jesus Christ and all I want to do is follow him."

A long silence followed afterwards. The sun had even begun climbing up in the sky. It gave Elia time to calm herself down and control her the odd feelings she had gotten by simply speaking with Lysa.

"Your highness, may I hold your hand for a few minutes."

"Sure," she smiled politely and handed over her hand to Lysa. What was the worst thing Lysa could do. The kingsguards that were guarding her were all weary and started moving forward the minute Lysa asked her that question. Elia simply made a gesture for everyone to not interfere.

Lysa took her hand and closed her eyes as she began to pray.

While Lysa prayed silently Elia awkwardly sat waiting and not expecting anything from Lysa's prayers. Then something began changing in the air. Elia couldn't quite put the finger on what it was. There was something strange. Everything around them had become silent. Nature, the horses nearby, the dogs, the birds. Everything had become silent. She looked up into the sky and the sun was continuing its climb. As Elia turned her eyes back on Lysa, she saw Lysa's entire being glowing and there was a crown on Lysa's head, and Elia had never seen a more beautiful crown than the one she wore. Suddenly Elia felt warm. Her entire body felt warm like she was having a fever but it wasn't uncomfortable. Elia closed her eyes as the warmth felt so comfortable like a very warm bed and she dozed off until she was woken up by her lady-in-waiting's voice, Ashara Dayne.

"Your highness," Elia found herself in her bed.

"What? Weren't I at the jousting arena? Why am I in bed?"

"Are you alright, Elia?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"So you don't feel ill or anything?" Ashara said.

"No, I don't, actually I feel more energetic than usual. I feel like going for a ride. I feel like running and dancing and jumping!" Elia laughed as she jumped on her bed.

"Then Lysa Tully hadn't harmed you in any way?"

"No, Lysa simply prayed for my well-being. Why is something wrong?"

"Well..." Ashara looked down on the floor.

Sometimes following God also meant going into a lot of stressful situations. Then again that should be given since she did follow the man who also was tortured and killed because the world hated him. So why would it be any different for his followers?

Hoster Tully was most likely going to kill her if Aerys didn't have her executed first. She had shamed their family name once before and now she had done it again.

"Burn the witch." Aerys ordered and she was pushed into the green fire in front of everyone.

"Lysa!" Edmure struggled in their uncle's grip.

"No! Mercy, my king please!" Catelyn was held back by Brandon Stark.

Despite the screams for protest mainly by her family and friends Lysa didn't care if she died. If this was how her story would end then it was how it was supposed to end. It might not be how she would have originally ended up. Perhaps the Lysa of the story would have simply had a good time in Harrenhal, found someone she loved and gotten engaged to him. Then she would have gone back home and might have survived the war that went on afterwards. She could have gotten married to the person she loved and had many children with him and lived happily ever after. Sadly she wasn't that Lysa and she was sorry to the Lysa of the story that she screwed up her chance at happiness.

There was nothing she could do about the situation now. She closed her eyes and embraced the warmth. Burning should feel painful, right? But it just felt warm to her.

Elia hoped she had made it in time. From the screams she knew she hadn't.

"Stop the tri-," Elia entered the hall and her mouth became wide open.

No one could believe their eyes.

Lysa Tully was standing in the middle of Wildfire without burning at all.

In fact, it was so unbelievable that king Aerys had to walk forward himself and touch the flames just to see if they were working. His kingsguards tried to warn him but Aerys didn't listen. His screams woke everyone up from their trance as Aerys burned on the floor and there was nothing anyone could do to stop him from burning up as they themselves would most likely get themselves burned. Wildfire consumed everything, that's why it was such a scary thing, and yet it hadn't harmed Lysa Tully.

Lysa continued to stand in the flames until the flames had burned up all its fuel and disappeared. She also didn't want to move away from the fire because the people around her scared her and she felt that the fire was protecting her.

"It seems that even the gods have deemed Lysa Tully innocent," Rhaegar smiled. "I hereby declare as the new king of The Seven Kingdoms that Lysa Tully is innocent of witchcraft!"

When Rhaegar first found out that Lysa Tully had been put into the dungeons because she had harmed his wife Elia, he couldn't believe that it was true. He had tried to speak sense into his father but his father wouldn't listen. And Elia was unconscious so she couldn't speak for Lysa. He had tried to make Lysa run away but the girl was stubborn and refused to run away while she could. His heart ached as Lysa was starved for two days in the dungeons. And his heart hurt even more when he realized that his father wasn't going to give Lysa a fair trial. He had to simply harden his heart.

No one would have expected for things to turn into his favor. Lysa Tully was truly his lucky charm and he suspected that the gods had made her specifically for him. Why else would he have dreams of sleeping with a red-haired woman. And those dreams had been with him since two years ago. The only thing he could remember specifically about the woman, except for her hair-color and large breasts was the birthmark underneath her right breast shaped into a crown. A few days ago Rhaegar confirmed that Lysa was his destined maiden. He hadn't meant to touch her inappropriately but he had to know. It seemed that Harrenhal hadn't been a wasted opportunity.

Rhaegar had originally come to Harrenhal to try and meet secretly with the different lords to side with him during the rebellion he had intended to start against his father. His father was becoming more mad every day and although Rhaegar loved Viserys the same madness could be seen in his younger brother. Rhaegar had to take the throne. It would be best for everyone. However, when his father had appeared at Harrenhal with his wife Elia, Rhaegar believed that the opportunity had been wasted.

He hadn't expected to meet the woman of his dreams. At first he had suspected Catelyn Tully but since she was engaged to Brandon Stark he decided to first try and see if her sister was the one. She was young and a pretty little thing, perhaps not a beauty like her sister, but she was pretty and fun to be around. And her voice was divine. With Lysa Tully Rhaegar felt like he could be himself. That was how he concluded that Lysa Tully was his, by the gods, she was his. Unfortunately, she wasn't the one who could fulfill the prophecy as nothing about her fit into it.

Then he met Lyanna Stark on the first day of the tournament as if it was fate. He had fought against her while she was still disguised as a knight and then when she lost her helmet Rhaegar knew that their meeting had been destined. Rhaegar believed very much that Lyanna Stark was someone that could help him fulfill the prophecy. The girl was also very fierce in nature and Rhaegar did like her outspokenness and wild nature. She was so different from the girls around him that he couldn't help but fall in love. But most of all she could give him a child born from ice and fire.

The first thing he did as claimed the throne the minute after his father had died was to naturally declare Lysa Tully innocent of witch-craft. The second thing he did was to order the servants to scoop up his father's ashes. The third thing was to truly declare himself a king and make everyone in the hall swear fealty to him. And all of this he had Lysa to thank for.

His heart grieved as his destined maiden rejected his invitation to come with him to King's Landing but he understood her. Not only had she experienced a traumatic situation in Harrenhal she was also homesick. Rhaegar could always come to Riverrun and get her later. Meanwhile, Lyanna Stark, his prophesied maiden, had been more than willing to come with him. His cousin, Robert had really done it this time when he slept with another whore in front of her.

Rhaegar thought that everything would be fine now and he was looking forward to the future as the king of Westeros. Him and his wives ruling the seven kingdoms together peacefully. Alas dreams are dreams because they are not real.