Chapter 9: Trial

The crowd fell in silence the moment the young prince halted his horse in front of the northern lady, and stretching the arm that was holding the lance, placed the crown on the girl's lap, who was stunned, surprised, and at the same time, Rhaella could see a certain hidden anger.

Everyone was waiting for the girl's reaction to this, and she continued to stall, while the young ladies of marriageable age looked at her with envy, contempt, and hatred.

Returning her gaze to the girl, Rhaella saw her take the crown firmly and place it on her head, before flaunting a false pride. It seemed she was not fond of so much attention. Poor girl, if she will become one day queen, she needs to get used to it.

Her son, on the other hand, displayed a big smile on his face, as the crowd was cheering, and clapping for the newly crowned Queen of Love and Beauty, before he approached the royal box, and after a bow and a smile towards her, he rode away.

"Will they marry now?" asked Viserys, eagerly.

"No," she chuckled, adjusting his tunic, and placing locks behind his ears.

"But she is his queen now."

"Queen of love and beauty, Viserys, nothing more," Aerys said with annoyance, getting up, and leaving the stage, with some of the Kingsguard members following.

He released a sigh of relief, throwing the broken lance to the ground, and climbing down from his steed, heading straight for his tent, followed by his squire, who immediately started to remove his heavy armour.

Once he was free of it, Rhaegar stretched his sour muscle a bit, before taking a sip of water to extinguish the fire, he was feeling, but as soon as he turned, he was meet by a slap and the furious expression of the She-wolf.

"HOW DARE YOU INSULT ME IN FRONT OF EVERYONE!"

"What? How-" but she throws at him the crown.

"Take this shit back and don't ever try to insult me with your games," she said, turning on her heels and ready to leave but Rhaegar grabbed her wrist and stopping the girl.

"What in the seven hells got into you?"

"What got in me? What got into you?" She shouted, pulling her hand away, and crossed her arms glaring at him. "You take the ladies to your bed and then insult me in front of everyone."

"What in the seven hells are you talking about? I bedded no one," he replied, not believing his ears, but she only spoke her head in denial, not wanting to listen.

"You already bedded the princess of Dorne, you bedded the Lannister girl. You-" He sealed his lips with hers not wanting to listen to those nonsenses, squeezing her to his chest. It was clear that she wasn't against it, since she was returning the kiss, but her arms didn't touch him, rather they were trapped between his chest and hers.

Breaking the kiss, and resting his forehead on hers, Rhaegar whispered, "I bedded no one, Lyanna. And whoever claims so, is a liar." Despite knowing perfectly who was the one to spread these lies, and she will suffer his wrath when he will see her.

But Lyanna pushed him away, still raging, and picking the crown of winter roses from the ground, said, pointing it at him, "Don't ever try to insult me."

"Wait," he said, stopping her again. "Do you know why I did?" but she refused to look at him, and Rhaegar looking at his squire, nodded to leave. Once they were alone, he approached the girl, and lifting up her chin and turning her so that she was looking at him, he said, "I did because my feelings for you are true. What I told you was all true Lyanna. And if you want for me to relinquish my titles and right to the throne, I will do it in a heartbeat."

She swallowed, looking at him, and Rhaegar could see tears in her eyes, and releasing a choking sob, Lyanna said, "I need to go."

And she runs away, as Rhaegar sighed, backing towards the table, and leaning against it. What a mess he made for her and for herself. Gods, why did you make me fall in love with such a difficult woman.

After the tourney, she decided to go and see Brandon Stark, with the hope that Lord Stark will no longer be around to cough them. She was still embarrassed after what happened yesterday, despite her not being some shy maiden. Fortunately, at the door there were no Stark guards as it was in the previous days since the accident occurred.

Knocking at the door, she received no answer from the other side. And so, taking a breath, she opened the door a bit, peeking behind it, and seeing him standing at the window with his back turned to the door.

She didn't know if he heard her, but entering inside, and closing the door behind, she said, "I see that you are feeling better." And he immediately turned at her, smiling. "Am I disturbing you, Lord Brandon?"

"No. Not at all. I just got too bored to stay in bed," she replies, approaching her, limping, with a smug on his face. She backed away, but hitting the door behind, till he trapped her there. Leaning, with lips only a few inches away, Brandon Stark said, "But now that you are here..." he started to slide his fingers down her face, and neck, till he reached her upper chest.

The dress she was wearing had a very great opening, and she felt him start to slide his fingers down between her breasts. Her heart was hammering in her chest, and Elia heard him whisper, "Now we can finish what we have started."

As he was kissing her chin, her neck, Elia could feel his hands move to her straps, ready to make the dress fall. This wasn't the reason why she came here, and it would be so easy to stop him from continuing the act. But damn she won't do it because the desire was too much. And with her arms down, Brandon Stark pulled the straps down and making her dress slide down her slender body.

He stopped for a moment, pulling away. And resting his hand on her shoulders. They both were breathing fast because of the heat of the moment. He moved his eyes up and down her body, and she felt a bit uneasy under his stare, not knowing what he was thinking about her right now. She knew she was a beautiful woman, but her flat chest made her a bit unsure with the men, knowing that they desire a much bigger bosom to squeeze and grope.

"You are beautiful," he said, leaning and starting to kiss her passionately. She was returning the kiss with the same passion and heat, but by the Seven he was so ravenous.

When he, all of a sudden, brought his hand on her sex, Elia gasped with widened eyes in surprise at the contact, but when he started to play with her pussy like a melody on a harp, she closed her eyes moaning in his mouth and running her hands through his brown curls.

The wild wolf, devouring her, started to move downwards, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses down her neck and her chest. At feeling him kiss her breasts, squeeze them, and bite her hard nipples, Elia bites her lower lips to prevent the coming out of the moans, while trying to stay steady. But when his mouth fell on her pussy, it was when her end has come. Her body was only standing up because of him pinning her to the door, as the wolf keeps feasting on her. She never felt like this before. No one truly devoured her like this before.

They went like that for a few moments, that to her felt like ages, till she could no longer resist to his thrusting fingers and licking tongue, and so she came with a loud cry of pleasure, prying to the Seven that no one heard her.

The wolf started to get up, groaning in pain on the way that she didn't even hear before because of the heat of the moment, but never losing the passion, and groping her butt, he started to kiss her ferociously, and she could taste herself.

"By the Old Gods...It has been long... since I tasted a woman's nectar..."

She chuckled, bringing down her hands, and starting to untie his breeches, to free the cock that was hard as a rock. She didn't pull down his breeches, but enough to free his member. To her surprise, he was well endowed. Long and thick. So big that she didn't know if it will fit inside her pussy or in her mouth.

"Yes, I know. I'm well endowed," he, laughing, proudly said, breaking the kiss as she rolled her eyes at his arrogance. But, as she was getting ready to bend down and suck that wonderful cock, he stopped her, saying, "To the bed."

"But your wounds?"

"Fuck the wounds," he said, locking the door and starting to drag her with him backwards, as she was stroking his member. He fell on the bed, releasing a loud cry in pain, as she fell on him too, but never losing the focus of what they were doing.

She had her pussy settled on his member. And she knew it would take only one move to get him in, but she wanted to take him in her mouth firstly. To feel that size fill her mouth till deep in her throat.

However, her plans got destroyed, when the Wild Wolf, grabbing her butt, lifted it easily up at bit, and his member, hard and straight, stirred till his head got trapped at her entrance. She already could feel her body react at the sensation of the head resting on her lips and the excitement that was building because of what was coming next.

"It will hurt at the beginning."

"I lost my maidenhood a long time ago," she replied, sinking down on him with one move and releasing a loud cry of pain. It was as if his cock was ripping her apart from inside. Her pussy was burning and her walls squeezing around his cock. "By the Seven. You are so big."

"Now you know why I'm called the wild wolf," he replied, smirking, groping her ass, and starting to thrust up because she didn't have the strength to move her hips.

He wasn't gentle, but the roughness of his wild thrust that increased in time feels so good. Though she could feel that he wasn't completely inside her.

They went like that for a very long time, till he pulled out and pushing her off him. She could barely hold herself up as her pussy was burning when she suddenly felt him grab her hips and with one powerful thrust get back inside her again and starting to roughly fuck her hard and fast from behind.

Elia deepened her face in his pillow to silence the cries of pleasure, as the wild wolf was plunging into her like a madman. Grabbing her hair, Brandon lifted her body up, starting to kiss and bite her neck. She, on the other hand, was resting one of her hands on his butt, while with the other, started to squeeze her breasts and pinch her hard nipples.

Heartbeats later, her walls clenched around him, and she came on his cock, while Brandon keeps thrusting in her as she was sitting in his lap now, because of the small strength she had. She could feel her juice drip down her thighs, as he keeps pumping into her.

However, at hearing him say, "I'm about to come..." Elia, gathering all the strength she had, rose up, and turning around immediately, took him in her mouth, starting to suck and stroke him fast as if he was some kind of God of love that she was pleasuring, while Brandon was leaning backwards on his arms.

It didn't pass long when he, pressing her head down, released a long load of seed inside her mouth. She tried to swallow as much as possible, but it was too difficult and a lot of it came down his cock, mixed with her saliva. She finished him off completely, before pulling out, and cleaning her mouth, she fell on her back, sour, panting, and with closed eyes.

By the Seven. What a moment this has been. The best of her life and damn the consequences of that may come.

She could feel him start to crawl up her body, his beard tickling her skin, stopping on her flat belly. Playing with his curls, Elia said, "I hope that this won't make you think we have a future together."

"Of course, I don't. This is just sex like with many before you. I'm promised to Lysa Tully anyway. And you will marry some southron lord."

Hearing that, she felt a bitterness inside her, not really know how to deal with the revelation, but sighing, she said, "I need to go back to my room and get ready for the feast."

"Another ride," he said, crawling up, and settling between the thighs, feeling his cock come back to life again.

"I need-" but she couldn't finish, as he started to slide inside her, slowly this time, and she let herself go for another ride. After all, what is the rush to attend a feast for some queen that wasn't her?

Ooo

With the mind full of thoughts, he was heading to the dungeons where Robert was held, to speak with the man that no long ago was like a brother to him.

When he reached his destination, Ned saw Jon Darry, a member of the Kingsguard standing there with four Dragonkeepers, guarding the cell, and at seeing him approach, the knight greeted him, "Lord Eddard. What brings you here?"

"I want to speak with Robert."

"No one can see the prisoner, my lord. I thought you knew it," blocking his way, as the Dragonkeepers, closed their spears contact.

"Why? Are you afraid I'll set him free?"

"King's orders, Lord Eddard."

"I don't need much, only a few moments," Ned said, and the Kingsguard, hesitantly nodded, unlocking the door, and giving him one of the torches, before Ned entered in. The cell was dark, cold, and gloomy, while Robert was sitting on the ground, with only a shirt and his breaches. The hairs a mess, and the face beaten. He was trembling because of the coldness, because of the starvation, and of course because of the beating.

"Traitor!" he growled with barely a whisper, trying to get up, but couldn't.

"Traitor you say. Why I'm a traitor?"

"You choose dragonseed over me. You choose that bloody family over your brother!" tried his friend to roar, but was barely a hiss.

"And you tried to rape my sister!" he shouted back, trying to keep his anger at bay and restrain himself from throwing a punch in that whoring face of the stag who was his best friend.

"I never did such thing. It was all in her damn head, and-" a punch on his face was enough to shout Robert's mouth, and he heard the Kingsguard ask, "Is everything all right in there, Lord Eddard?"

"Yes," he replied, leaning against the wall. Sighing, and crossing his arms, he said, "You know I have to thank you. If you weren't so foolish as to assault my sister, you would have still managed to have her. We would have been unaware of your behavior, and she would have been married to you. A monster without honour who thinks only of whoring, drinking, and fighting."

"Who will she marry now?" asked Robert.

"I don't know. The most favored candidate is Elbert Arryn, to whom she herself granted her favours when she faced the Prince, but something rather interesting happened today," he replied, moving away from the wall, and approaching Robert. "Prince Rhaegar has crowned Lyanna queen of love and beauty."

"You side with that damned-"

"No. I didn't side with him, but at least he did not try to rape her, and from what I saw during the last four years in war, he is more honourable than you."

"Be damned Eddard Stark!"

"Farewell, Robert. I considered you a brother once, but your actions have shown that you are an enemy," he said, leaving the cell, with the screams and curs of Robert behind, heading straight to the rooms that were assigned to him. He needs some wine, rest, and to clear his mind.

Once he was there, and getting in, after closing the door, he heard some noise come from the bed, and a woman moaningly say, "Ned…It's that you."

Approaching the bed, and opening its curtains, he was greeted by a naked Ashara Dayne, lying on the bed, hugging his pillow and one leg up.

"By the Old gods. What are you doing here naked?" he asked, quickly picking the sheets to cover her, and receiving a groan in frustration from her.

"Why are you like this?" she asked, as he moved away towards the table to fill himself a goblet of wine, and sitting on the chair. Taking a sip, he glanced toward the bed, seeing her get down, without the sheets, and sensually approach him naked. He turned to the other side, biting his fist and try to restrain himself from taking the woman right in this room.

"What is it, Ned?" she asked, placing the hand on his shoulder from behind him, and leaning whispered. "Don't you want me anymore? Don't you love me anymore?"

"Old Gods, of course I do," he replied, taking her hands, and bringing them to his lips, giving them a kiss. "I love you," (kiss) "and I desire you."

"Then why don't you take me?" she asked, stuffing her hands into his tunic, and moving them downwards, purring in the meantime.

"Because we are not married," he whispered, feeling his heart hammer in the chest and the breath, increase as she keeps running her hand on his chest under the tunic, and after whispering him, that there is a way for that, Ashara rounded his chair sitting in his lap. Her naked body against his clothed one. Her hot breath on his face. Her soft hands caressing his jaws, in comparison to his rough one, that was settled on her belly, begging to move lower and to settle on that part that was hiding the nectar of the gods.

"Eddard. We need to…. What the hell is happening in here?" he heard his father ask from the door, and immediately get up, While Ashara covered herself with her hands.

"Father-"

"Fix yourself and come to my room," he said rather angrily as he left.

"Fuck!" he muttered, as Ashara run to the bed to pick up her dress, in silence before leaving the room too, as Ned sighed, and fixing his tunic, left it to ready to face his father.

He needs to drink three cups of wine to make the anger pass and face his second son because of what happened. He still couldn't understand what is happening with his children. It is as if this place has cursed them, making them all fuck with the first one that passed. Did they all become mad? Could it be Harren's curse that's making them act this way? His heir bedding a Dornish Princess, his second one a Dornish Lady, sister of the Sword of the Morning. He only hoped that his daughter didn't give away her maidenhood to the Prince, otherwise all will be doomed for his House.

"Father?" he heard his son from the door and nodded to enter in. And his son did it, with lowered gaze and hand intertwined in front of him. Eddard never was like Brandon, who was bolder and less honourable when it came to women. His action, surprising him with a naked woman sitting on his lap who wasn't his wife, that was not something he would do.

"I'm disappointed in you, Eddard. Bedding a Lady with whom you aren't even married. What were you thinking?"

"I swear on the Old Gods that nothing happened, father. Nothing besides the usually stolen kisses."

"Don't lie to me boy," Rickard said, throwing him a look, and his son immediately looked down. "You can't change what I saw, Eddard. A naked woman sitting on your lap. Tell me you haven't dishonoured her, Eddard. Tell me she is still a virgin and that you have not taken her maidenhood."

"I have not. But even if I had done it, I would have married her without hesitation," his son answered proudly and with great seriousness, that he could not believe his ears. Dorne had nothing to offer the North but their sand. And he does not have enough resources to repay the wrong of dishonour for these two ladies should it come to that.

Before he could add anything, they got interrupted by a knock on the door. "Yes." And Rickard saw Jon Arryn open it a bit.

"Am I disturbing you, Lord Stark?"

"No. Me and Ned just finished," he said, as his son, left the room after Jon Arryn patted his shoulder.

"Hope everything is all right with Eddard," the Lord of the Eyre said, and Rickard nodded, not wanting to go into that argument again.

"What did you want to talk about, Lord Arryn?" he asked, filling himself a goblet of wine and one to the Lord, before sitting on his chair and await for him to start as he took a sip.

The moment of the feast to celebrate the queen of love and beauty and for the champion of the tourney came and yet there was no sign of the daughter of the Warden of the North, neither of her son or his friend the Kingsguard Arthur Dayne.

The lords and ladies were in deep conversation, drinking and laughing, unaware of what was coming. Though she couldn't wait for it to happen. Since she was a child, Rhaella was always against violence, but they were threatening her family. Her children. She can't let this pass easily. They need to pay. Just like the Citadel and House Hightower, who plotted since the times of their coming to Westeros, according to her brother, and who killed her infant children or those who weren't even born yet.

Thinking of her brother-husband, he glanced at Aerys, seeing him rest his head on three fingers moving only his eyes, watching the lords, or at least she thinks that is what he was doing. Though she remembers him saying that sometimes his so-called friend was speaking to him in these moments. She questioned him on this regard plenty of times, but he always dismissed the topic, saying it was not the time to reveal it yet.

Her attention was drawn away from Aerys, at hearing the door open and seeing her son enter, followed by the Sword of the Morning, and the lords, ladies, and knights, started to cheer for the champion of Harrhenal.

Rhaegar on the other hand had only a small smile, but behind it Rhaella knew that something was haunting him, and she will have to ask about it. Getting up, she wanted to go to her son, but her Aerys stopped her, grabbing the wrists, "Where are you going?"

"To great our son," she replied, freeing herself, and seeing Aerys glare sat her with eyes full of rage as she moved away, following Viserys who run straight towards his older brother, who picked the little Prince up immediately.

"Rhaegar. "I thought it was customary for the champion of the tourney to accompany the queen of love and beauty to the feast."

Her son sighed, placing down Viserys, and as they start to walk, towards one of the tables, he said, "She is angry with me, mother. She threw the crown of flowers at me after the joust, because she thinks I chose her to humiliate her. "

He took a goblet of wine, which had just been filled by a copier, and drank it down in one gulp, while she waited for him to find the words to continue. Moving towards one of the windows of the Hall of hundred hearts, which was a more peaceful part of the room, he continued. "She thinks I slept with the ladies I talked to during this tourney, and that's why she believes I only used her."

And hearing that, Rhaella turned to those who were present, scanning the room for Tywin Lannister's daughter knowing that she was the one who had spread these slanders. "I bedded no lady during our staying here, mother."

Rhaegar, turning her around, and Rhaella, caressing his cheek, said, "I know, my son. Let me sort this out. But you must speak to the girl and sort things with her."

"I will, but anyway it doesn't matter for the future. She will marry some ambitious Lord, while I will marry Tywin Lannister's daughter," he said, before moving away, heading straight towards Monford Velaryon and Ser Alton Celtigar before she had the chance to contradict him.

She glanced at her husband, seeing him speak with a Lord in that moment, and taking the chance of this his distraction, she headed straight to Tywin Lannister's daughter. She will speak with the girl and put her in her place, even though she knew she should be more patient and wiser in this. However, she stopped at hearing the door open again, hoping it's the Stark girl, but it wasn't her. It was Lord Stark with Jon Arryn and Prince Oberyn Martell.

She sighed, looking down for a moment, before resuming her walk towards the Lannister Girl, however, she was stopped by Ser Barristan, "Beg your pardon, my queen, but the King requests your presence," and she glanced at Aerys, seeing him look at her with furrowed eyebrows and intertwined fingers. She looked at the Cersei Lannister one last time, before heading to the great table where the King was sitting.

"Your grace. How may I help you?"

"What did you have to talk to our son about?"

"Nothing. He just put me aware regarding some rumors that someone had spread around," she replied half truthfully.

"From how much you've talked, I'd say it's a lot more than that," he said, leaning forward. "I suggest you tell me everything if you don't want to suffer the consequences of your lies."

Rhaella leaning against the table and looking him straight in the eye, said, "You are breaking the agreement made with this attitude of yours, your grace." Glancing at the lords and ladies, she added, "Remember that this place is full of snakes and I am your only ally. Do not try to subject me with your little threatening games. I am no longer the helpless little girl of a few years ago that you were able to abuse. I am a woman, your queen, and your wife."

With Aerys' furious stare upon her, Rhaella rounded the table and sat in her seat, taking a sip of wine from her goblet, and feeling her hand tremble. She glanced at him again to see if he noticed that she was indeed afraid of him, but fortunately, he wasn't looking at her, at her, however, Rhaella heard him mumble angrily, "Where in the Seven Hells is the damn girl!" she started to fear that he may lose his temper and destroy whatever he was planning against the lords.

However, the Great doors opened, and the crowd started to murmur, while the northern Lord started to cheer for their Lady who was the Queen of Love and beauty. Rhaella looked at the young girl, who was almost sixteen, wearing a grey and shinning blue silk dress, her hairs were combed with some losing strands on the sided braided. On her tope, there was the crown of Winter Rosses.

Rhaella glanced at her son for a moment, seeing him with an enthralled expression as he was looking at the girl, while Lyanna stark displayed a serious and impassive expression, and not even once she looked at Rhaegar.

She was so beautiful in that moment. Innocent like a maiden, but wild like a wolf. The crown with blue flowers really suited her, matching the dress that she was wearing and the grey steel in her eyes. Drinking all the content of his goblet with arbor wine, and fixing the dress he was wearing, Rhaegar headed straight toward the girl that haunts his mind since the beginning of this tourney.

Lyanna stark stopped too in front of him. Hands clasped in front of her belly, with some ladies of the North right behind her. She was looking at him, with an inexpressive face, however, he knew that if they were alone, she would be barking at him.

"Musicians. Dancing music for the champion of the tourney, and his Queen of Love and beauty," he heard his father say, breaking his attention from Lyanna and hearing the musicians start to play.

"My lady," he said, bowing, before taking her hand, and after giving a light kiss, they started to dance, slowly at the rhythm of the music, and he could feel how much tensed she was at staying so close to him and even never looking at him, always trying to avoid his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Lyanna. But I don't see you as my whore. No matter what they think," he said, but the girl didn't reply, as she keeps dancing.

The moment the playing song ended, she said, "Excuse me, Prince Rhaegar," giving a courtesy, and heading toward the table where Eddard, Lady Ashara, and Benjen Stark were sitting, while stayed that way for a moment, before heading towards the great table, as the lords and ladies started to

After this dance between the champion and the Queen of Love and Beauty, Rhaella looked at the reaction of the ladies who were there seeing jealousy and envy from them, but above them, all was Cersei Lannister, who from the moment the young Stark set foot in the hall of a hundred hearts, never stop glaring at the wolf girl.

When her son sat next to her, Rhaella leaning said, "I didn't have the chance to speak with Cersei Lannister, but-"

"Doesn't matter, mother. He will announce it soon," her son said, nodding at Aerys, who was whispering some evilness to Viserys sitting next to him. "So, doesn't matter what Lady Cersei spread."

Rhaella glancing at her husband again, to make sure that he wasn't listening, whispered to her son, "You will not marry Cersei Lannister but the one your heart desires."

"What do you mean?" he asked confused, but she didn't get the chance to reply, as the chair of the king moved, and she saw with the corner of her eyes, her husband gets up, as the hall fell silent and everyone turned to the high table.

"My Lords and Ladies. Now that the tourney is over and before everyone returns to their lands, I must reveal to you the reason behind it. In addition to celebrating the victory and extinction of House Blackfire, I have gathered you all here to inform you of the joyous news that a royal wedding will take place before the end of this year." And everyone of them started to murmur between themselves, arising an almost chaos.

"Silence!" shouted the Lord Commander when her husband raised his hand to quite the presents, while she settled her attention on Lyanna Stark and see her reaction about the marriage.

"But before I announce you the name of the lucky lady who one day will become Queen consort of the Seven Kingdoms, I have more different thing to announce," he said, stopping to take a sip of wine, and clearing his throat, continued. "Ser Lyn Corbray and Ser Alliser Thorne. Step forward." And she saw the two knights approach the great table and kneel. One was young, thin, and with long brown hairs that reached the shoulders. While the other one was a slim and sinewy man, dry and hard, with black eyes and black hair.

"From this day you are members of the Kingsguard," Aerys said, as the Lord Commander bestowed on their shoulders the white cloaks.

"Thank you, Your Grace, for this great honour. From this day until the end of our days, we swear allegiance to you and to House Targaryen," the two knights said at the same moment.

"Then arise, knights of the Kingsguard," Aerys said, and the two knights rose up under the cheers of some of the lords who were present there.

"Beside this. I name Benjen of House Stark squire of Ser Arthur Dayne, who will though him how to be a knight and in the future a member of the Kingsguard; Lorde Eddard Stark and Lord Mace Tyrell, respectively Maester of Law and Maester of the Coin," and Rhaella saw the stunned face of the young man who glanced at his father, not knowing how to react, while Mace Tyrell, as ambitious as he was, had a smug on his face. "I also demand the marriage between Brandon Stark and Princess Elia Martell to happen within a month and-" He couldn't finish as the hall erupted in chaos, with the lords starting to chat between them and Lord Stark with Prince Oberyn opposing the King.

"Silence!" roared the Lord Commander, followed immediately by a loud thunder that made them all shut their mouths and looked towards the great table, as the wind arises, blowing off some candles giving the hall a dark and gloomy air, and even making her skin shiver.

She glanced at Aerys, seeing him look with furrowed eyes at all of them, before settling his attention on Lord stark, who seemed quite terrified by the sight of the king glaring at him.

"Now that is settled, it's time to announce the name of the lucky lady. Son, step forward," Aerys said, changing immediately the subject of the announcements, and she saw Rhaegar get up, round the table, and head to the middle of the upper hall. "Lyanna of House Stark. Step forward."

And Rhaella looked towards the girl in question as did everyone in there, while Lord Stark was breathing fast trying to keep his anger at bay it seems. "Lyanna Stark, step forward!" Aerys rose his voice, making the girl jump and immediately approach the great table, with an expression of fear.

"Ah…here is she," Aerys said, grinning, and pointing his hand at the girl. "My lords and ladies. I present you the future Queen Consort of the Seven Kingdoms. Lady Lyanna of House Stark. She will marry my son, Prince Rhaegar in two moons from now, in the Sept of Baelor."

Silence. Silence was what ruled the hall in that moment with all the Lords, Ladies, and Knights stunned by the King's decision.

Rhaella glanced between his son and the girl, seeing her shake the head before someone started to clap, and everyone followed right behind. The Dragonkeepers were banging their spears on the floor, and the Kingsguard the fist on their armour.

Rhaegar took the girl's hand, kissing her hand before turning to the others who were there, while Lord Stark was fuming in rage.

As soon as they broke the contact, she saw the girl run away, while Aerys said, "Now you can continue feasting, but I and my queen, we are retiring for the night.

"What game are you playing, brother?" she asked, grabbing his hand, when he tried to leave, confused why he didn't reveal.

"My game," he replied, getting up. Grabbing her chin, he said, "Come to my chambers and do your duty."

"But-"

"When you will come we will speak," he said, leaving the hall, as her son, rushed towards her, and leaning against the table, with an angry expression, asked, "Is this your doing, mother? Or did he do it with his own head?"

"It's his doing and my doing, son. But you should be happy. After all, this is what your heart desired."

"My heart desired her, but not like this," he hissed the words angrily. "Before she was angry, but bore with me. Now she is furious and hated me."

"She will come to sense," she said, getting up. "Viserys. Come." She added taking her younger son's hand and leaving the hall, despite his protests on wanting to stay a bit longer at the feast. She needs to put him to bed and then go to Aerys' room and demand answers at every cost.