A/N: Sooo dear readers, what do you think so far? Will Alyssa leave for the North and marry the bastard of Bolton? I won't reveal it in this chapter, but you'll know soon enough ;-)

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Alyssa changed her mind. She was not going back to her own chambers. No, she only had two nights left here at Kings Landing and she wanted to enjoy every minute of it with people who she loved. She was wandering around in the gardens, thinking about the proposition prince Oberyn made a moment ago, which felt like hours. But no, although she wanted to know one more time what passion and desire felt like before she was leaving North, prince Oberyn was not on her list of people she wanted to spend time with right now.

She was furious at her father. How could he? If she really was as precious to him like all of the people and himself have always suggested, why would he send her to such a horrific faith? Of course he made a deal out of it and she understood he just wanted to make sure that the claim of the Lannisters in the entire realm was safe, but she never thought he would use her to bargain. She thought she was way too important to him to do so.

But in the end, her father was a Lannister, treacherous, cunning and powerful. He could switch off his emotions with just a snap of his fingers, just like her brothers and sister, but unlike her. She thought that she got her temper from her mother: a southern lady who knew perfectly well what she wanted and wasn't afraid of showing so. People told her she had pride, not like her father and siblings, but other pride. She had loved being a woman and wanted people to respect her for it. She didn't show that with being cruel or anything like that, but with love and passion, like in Dorne. Her mother and Alyssa were very emotional women, and everyone knew not to mess with those kind of women. So how stupid was her father to think that she would obey so easily and lose all of the respect she had earned over all these years? She was not a little toy to bargain with, she didn't care how big of a treasure she was, but she would show the world that no man, nor her father nor the Boltons, would break her respect and honor.

She could feel the blood running through her veins at high speed, like she always did when she was mad at someone. That was not a good sign: someone would get hurt if she didn't try to calm herself down. She would never hurt someone physically but everyone knew she had a tongue as sharp as a knife and she needed to be careful. There was only one person in this bloody realm who could calm her now, and that was Tyrion. So she decided to walk over to his chambers.

Because of her temper, she didn't see the person she bumped into. She was very annoyed: could people just watch were they were going?

"Oh I'm sorry my lady. May I comfort you by saying you are even more beautiful than the weather on this hot day?" a greasy voice spoke.

Varys. She didn't even care to look up at him.

"No, you may not." She answered, leaving him and speeded up her pass as she goes.

She didn't took the courtesies of knocking on Tyrion's door, she just stormed in.

"I want to speak to… Oh. I'm sorry. Should I come back another time?"

"No, my sweet sister. Bronn and Shae were just leaving." Tyrion didn't look at her but at Shae, grieve could be seen in his eyes.

Bronn walked up to Shae, wanting to take her by the arm but before he could, she slapped him hard in the face before storming out of the room, pushing Alyssa away in front of it. Bronn shrugged, nodding towards Alyssa and followed Shae out of the room so that Alyssa and Tyrion were alone.

"And I thought I had a terrible temper." She said while closing the door.

"You would have if someone you love would ship you away. Be glad it is not you."

"Oh brother, for the first time in your life, you are wrong." She sat down at the chair and poured herself a glass of wine. She took a sip of it, enjoying the feeling wine gave her. One of the things she loved about Tyrion was his excellent taste for wine.

Tyrion took a seat opposite of her. He looked surprised. "And what do you mean?"

"Do you not know?" She paused, taking another sip. "Father is shipping me off North the day after tomorrow to marry the Bastard of Bolton, whose status will be raised to Ramsay Bolton as we speak."

Alyssa saw an expression on Tyrion's face she had never seen before: surprise.

"Just give me a moment to sink this all in. Just, a cup of three more of these rare beauties." He gulped down his wine, pouring himself another one, swirling the deep red liquid in his cup. Alyssa could see he was thinking fast, probably all the possibilities of what could happen.

Finally, he answered: "And… How do you feel about this arrangement?" He was cautious: he knew Alyssa was able to give him one of her famous outbursts as well.

"How do you think I feel?" She followed Tyrion's example and finished her wine, pouring herself another.

"Seven hells, I think for the first time in my life, I am speechless."

"Yeah, I thought I was as well, but then I remembered walking into Jaime and Cersei doing it. That was a time I was speechless as well."

Tyrion laughed: "As would I be. What have you told father?"

"That I won't do it. But there is no way getting out of this one is there?"

"No, Alyssa. I meant: what did you exactly tell our sweet father?"

"Well, in the end I told him that I would marry the bastard of the North, like the obeying little cub I am."

"That was very good of you to say so."

Alyssa couldn't believe what she was hearing: did Tyrion agreed with their father? She could not hold an outburst any longer.

"WHAT? Are you suggesting that I SHOULD marry him and be unhappy for the rest of my life? I cannot believe you are even mentioning…"

Tyrion interrupted her: "Alyssa stop. No I am not saying that you should. Who is escorting you to the Dreadfort?"

"Jaime."

"Magnificent. He likes us both well and is always in for a little adventure."

"And what do you mean with that?" Alyssa was getting annoyed now, she hated it when Tyrion was being mysterious about something.

"Well, you haven't exactly told our father which bastard in the North you will go to. From what I have heard, there is another man over there suitable of that inscription."

Alyssa started to laugh: "Jon? No way, he is at the Wall, he said his vows and there is no way I am going to the Wall with all those men around. How much I would like to see him again though."

"You broke his honor once, why not twice? Where is the little adventurous cub I know?"

"Tyrion, don't be a fool. Father will find out soon enough and he would have Jon's head on a spike. Maybe my own one as well. No. There is no way getting out of this one. I will have to marry Ramsay Bolton, let him fuck me until I can't walk anymore and raise his children while he is hunting for some woman in a forest and rape them before he is flaying them."

"I thought I had a difficult marriage."

Alyssa smirked: "Here we are. Two children of Tywin Lannister whose life he has ruined just by marriages."

"In a coat of gold, or a coat of red…" Tyrion sang.

"A lion still has claws."

"And mine are long, and sharp my lord, as long and sharp as yours.." They ended together, laughing and raising their cups to each other.

"Oooh Alyssa.. Are you afraid?" Tyrion finally asked.

"Yes and no. No, because I know I will please him well with my looks and I know I can persuade him but yes because of all the rumors. Father made them sign a contract to not hurt me but you will all be over here and they know that."

"Don't be. You're right. You can persuade him into anything. And he won't ruin your beautiful face and body with a blade or a fist, it would be a shame."

"I guess you're right. Well, enough about my trouble." Alyssa her temper had faded like snow in sun. "What was all the fuzz about when I entered?"

She saw that Tyrion was filled with guilt again. "I sent her away."

"You already said that. Where to?"

"Pentos, Varys arranged a ship which she could enter. I could not risk it. I could not risk her staying here. Not with Cersei and father breathing in my neck. I need to consume my marriage with Sansa and I cannot with her around."

"You love her don't you?"

Tyrion paused. "Yes. I know, she is a whore. But to me she is so much more. And I am quite sure she feels the same, that is what is making this so damn hard."

"I'm sorry, Tyrion. I really am but you did the right thing."

"Thank you Alyss. Now, let's drink until we cannot walk anymore."

"Yes. And drink enough to survive the big day tomorrow."

"I don't think that's possible. We'll have to start over again."

"Deal. Now, pass me the wine please."

They drank and they laughed. By the time Bronn joined them, they were already too drunk to speak seriously. Alyssa forgot about all the trouble she had felt earlier. They sang songs together, the Rains of Castamere with a mocking tone, and after a few hours, they decided that they needed to go to sleep. Alyssa kissed them goodbye and left towards her chambers.

She didn't even care about taking her dress of and when she felt her bed beneath her, she fell asleep.

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Alyssa woke up with a terrible headache again. She already expected that, so that was a small comfort. Eleonor was already in her room, picking out a dress for her to wear today and she saw a cup of fresh cold water next to her bed.

Thankfully, she took it and drank it all at once. The cold went straight to her head, it felt refreshing. She got out of bed, took off her dress and walked towards the bath her handmaiden had made ready for her.

"Good morning m'lady. Slept well?" Eleonor asked when she saw that Alyssa was up.

"Like a little baby. Thank you. How are you today?"

"I am excited about the wedding m'lady. Aren't you?"

"Just a little. Eleonor, be a good girl and make sure I have the most beautiful dress today." Even though it was not her big day, Alyssa would make sure that she was more beautiful than Margaery today.

"I have, m'lady. Your father have let one made especially for you." She showed her a dress and like Eleonor said, it was beautiful. It was a nude sleeveless dress made out of satin with golden stitches in it. It would emphasize Alyssa's best features, her breasts and bottom, and there was one golden lion on each shoulder, holding the fabric.

"Looks like he wants to make it up to me. Thank you, Eleonor. Just leave it there." She closed her eyes and enjoyed her bath. She lay there for a few moments, her hands exploring her own skin, before getting out to get ready for the wedding.

She looked more beautiful than ever. She wished Jon had seen her like this, for their own wedding. Her hair shined so bright when the sun shone upon it and even though it was impossible, her eyes looked even greener now. Her breasts were round because her dress was tight around her chest and she knew she was ready for the big day. She heard the bells of the Sept, which made her leave her room and walked down the stairs.

Her father waited for her. When he saw her, he smiled and gave her a hug. "You look beautiful my love. And I promise I will never let anyone hurt you. You are my treasure."

"Thank you father. I know you will not." She took his arm and they walked towards the Sept. She loved the feeling how everyone looked at her with their mouth open and whispering how beautiful she was towards each other.

The Sept was packed with people. Familiar faces and faces that were new to her. She saw prince Oberyn with his paramour, he was looking at her breasts but when he saw her looking at him, he winked at her. They made their way towards the first row where her family stood and she walked over to Tyrion and Sansa. She sat down and looked to the center of the Sept where Joffrey was standing. He could have looked handsome, if he took the pleased, nasty grin of his face.

The bells stopped ringing which meant the ceremony would start. 'The boring part.' Alyssa thought. She liked weddings, well, the feast afterwards, but the wedding ceremony could not keep her attention the full time. She looked around to see that Margaery was entering the Sept with her father. She looked pretty, although the people didn't look at her like they did at Alyssa. When Margaery saw Alyssa, she smiled at her. Alyssa did not smile back. She only felt pity. 'In a few days I will be standing in the same position. I don't know which marriage will be crueler: Margaery's and Joff's, or mine and Ramsay's.' The ceremony started and out of politeness, Alyssa acted like a fair lady would do: to make the whole world believe like she was actually listening.

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Tyrion had told her once that the only cure for a headache after drinking too much wine, was drinking even more wine. So at the feast, she kept her part of the deal and walked straight towards a cup bearer. He gave her a cup of Dornish wine and Alyssa took a sip, observing the people around her. She knew her place was at the main table next to her father, but she just wanted to stretch her legs. The ceremony made her feel tired.

She saw her brother Jaime with his golden armor, hand and white cloak talking to Loras Tyrell, the betrothed of her sister. By the look on Loras his face, he didn't like the conversation so she decided to walk towards them, waiting for some excitement.

"…. You will never marry Cersei. Do you hear me?" Jaime told Loras.

Loras, sissy as he was, didn't reply and walked away.

"And neither will you." Alyssa answered. Jaime, shocked, turned around to see his little sister standing with a big smirk on her face.

"There she is, the little cub. I was already wondering when you would spread your joy on this lovely day." He smiled.

"Oh, I've just started big brother. Give me some time."

He laughed. "I will miss you when you're away."

"And I will miss you. But luckily you will escort me towards the North. I will feel so save with that big clump of gold on your wrist."

"Careful, darling. I am still very dangerous. You're not afraid, are you?"

Alyssa told him the same thing she had told Tyrion the day before. Jaime nodded, like he understood what she was saying, and answered: "I will never let him hurt you. Do you hear me? Whenever he does, send a raven straight to me and I will get you out of there. Well, not by myself with this friend over here" He raised his new hand made out of gold, "but I will come with a whole army. Father agreed."

"Thank you Jaime."

She saw her father walking up to them. Jaime nodded and left, leaving Alyssa with him.

"My cub, do you mind to take a walk with me?" He held out his arm for her.

"I would love to." She took his arm and walked towards the other people at the feast, both observing them.

"Enjoying your last moments here?"

"Well, you know I would rather spend my last time here doing what I wanted to do, not attend a wedding of our precious little king but I have been to worse."

"Good. Now, Alyssa, I know I am not the right person to talk to you about this but since you have no mother to tell you so and Cersei being rather busy at the moment, I want to talk to you about the night of your wedding."

"Go ahead." 'And be over with it.'

"There will be no bedding ceremony. Ramsay wanted it but I don't want that humiliation done to my daughter. The only man that will see you bare that night will be Bolton himself."

Alyssa felt relieved. She know she could only please men with the sight of her, but she didn't want all men of the Dreadfort to see her naked. She would lose a great amount of respect, and she needed all of it in a dreadful place like that. "Thank you father, I appreciate it."

"Now, as I am Hand of the King, my place is here so I cannot leave for your wedding, as much as I wanted to. Jaime will stay with you and he will give you away. The night itself can be… painful for a woman. It even can be a few times after that."

Alyssa wanted to answer "I know." But she could swallow her words right in time. Jon was gentle for her that night, but it was a long time ago. She knew it would feel like the first time all over again, and she wasn't sure Ramsay would be just as gentle as Jon.

"I can imagine you are afraid of the pain. Not because of the deed, but maybe the pain Ramsay will do to you as well. I am sure he will do no such thing. You are an intelligent, beautiful young woman. Ramsay would not want to ruin that. He wants to flaunt you. He wants the whole world to see that you are his lady wife, so he must leave you unharmed. And if it helps…" Her father sighed, like he had trouble to find the right words. "If it helps, just persuade him starting from the first time he sees you. Get into his mind like you did to all those other men. Please him, don't make him angry. Don't talk about the things he has done to those women. Not with him, nor others. He also has a terrible temper."

"Father! You hurt me! Did you just say I have a terrible temper?"

He smiled: "Yes, because you do. Remember my words Alyssa. Please him, and give him a child as soon as you can. I am sure you'll be able to do that."

"I am able father. But I am doing this for you and my family. Not for him."

"I know but he doesn't need to know that. Now, let just sit down now and enjoy our time with our family."

They walked towards the main table. She sat down next to her father and sister, as she listened to the new queen's toast. After that, Joffrey stood up and presented his way of amusement towards his guests: five dwarfs dressed as the five so called kings entered the area, hitting each other with sticks. Alyssa did not like it, it was disrespectful to some of the guests and she saw that Margaery felt the same. She looked over to Sansa, which looked sick and she felt sorry for her. When the non-hilarious show was over, she and Tyrion stood up and wanted to leave, but Joffrey did not let them.

Joffrey was mocking at Tyrion, about how he should enter the tournament and being his cupbearer for the rest of the feast. It made Alyssa's temper rise again. How could he? Her father saw the look on her face and he gave her a warning look, telling her to not interfere. But she could not stand it. As Tyrion was humiliated for the third time in row, Joffrey dropped his goblet and wanted Tyrion to pick it up, she walked over to them and handed the goblet to Tyrion. She gave Joffrey a vile look as she walked chair again.

"You should not have done that." Cersei told her, not turning her head from the scene.

"Someone should. Why not me?"

"Because he will remember it."

"Ah, but as of tomorrow, I will be up North and I will have other troubles on my mind. So should Joffrey."

Cersei sighed and did not answer her. They both looked at the scene quietly, when Margaery announced that the pie was there.

Joffrey took his sword and smashed the pie into pieces. Doves were flying out of it and the happy couple shared a piece together.

"Hurry up uncle, the pie is dry." Joffrey looked at Tyrion, wanting him to fill another cup of wine.

"Why, is he talking about the cake or about Margaery?" Alyssa said silently, so only Cersei and her father would hear her.

"Alyssa, hold your tongue." Her father warned her.

Alyssa could not help but smile. She saw her big, brave brother handing him another cup of wine as Joffrey gulped it down. He tried to speak but he could not finish his sentence, because of a terrible cough had got him.

'What a green boy. He cannot even hold his wine down.' Alyssa was getting annoyed. She wanted this to be over so she could do whatever she wanted to.

But the coughing did not stop, it only got worse. Joffrey was holding his throat right now, gasping for breath. His face turned slightly purple now.

"He's choking!" Margaery screamed hysterically.

Cersei and Jaime walked up to them, pulling everyone away that were blocking them. By now, everything was a blur. People were screaming and Joffrey fell onto the ground, in the arms of his mother.

A liquid that looked like foam came out of his mouth and blood out of his nose and eyes. Cersei was screaming hysterically now as well, and before he could share his last breath, Joffrey looked up and pointed his finger to Tyrion. He died in Cersei's arms.

Cersei was filled with anger and tears and she screamed to the guards that they should take Tyrion captive. Alyssa wanted to stop them from doing so, but before she could move, she felt her father's hand on her shoulder.

"Ser Meryn, please escort my daughter to her chambers." He looked to Alyssa and whispered: "I will visit you as soon as I am done here."

"But…" Alyssa protested.

"Alyssa, I will see you. Now leave."

Alyssa obeyed her father once more, leaving the scene with Ser Meryn. She had a slight feeling that from now on, everything would change.

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A/N: So, that's it for this week! I know it maybe was not as excited (read: sexual) as the previous ones but Alyssa is not a rabbit: she also has business to attend to.

Please tell me what you think of the story so far! It is really important for me that you do so, it gives me courage to write even faster ;-) And suggestions are always welcome!

Hint for next chapter: things will change for Alyssa and all of the others, and prince Oberyn will be back as well! See you next week (: