Chapter 3:

Spencer walked along the castle walls after the feast King Robert had called. He seemed to have many of those for whatever reason, he would wake up in the morning and call for a feast. Spencer, Kyla and Arthur Carlin had moved to King's Landing after Robert had requested that Arthur become his Hand. She remembered hearing her mother's distress and disapproval to this one night, and since they had arrived here she now understood why. Anthony was also to join them but an accident which crippled him kept Paula, Glen and Clay at Winterfell. He had been playing on the rooftops again, even though he had been told countless times not to, and he had fallen. When they had left, he had been delirious, speaking of ravens and strange deeds. Shaking her head of these thoughts, Spencer's mind wandered to her own reasons for being at King's Landing. It seemed as though the king had seen fit to match her with his oldest son, Aiden and her sister to the next in line to the throne. Her father had not been pleased at all upon hearing this news and so, to appease him, the king had stated that this marriage would only happen once he was dead, to which he had laughed heartily. Spencer herself had been horrified. She had observed Aiden when they had come to Winterfell and she had hated him. He was obnoxious, arrogant, malicious and stubborn, traits which seemed to stem from his mother, the queen. Kyla had voiced her disbelief when Spencer had told her of her thoughts. Kyla viewed Aiden as exactly what a king should be handsome, brave, really just all fairytale notions. Spencer hoped her sister would step out of her dreams one day.

She reached her chambers that she shared with her sister as ladies-in-waiting for the Queen. Climbing into her bed she fell into her sleep easily after the exhaustion of the day. The king had decided to hold a tournament before his feast as if to prove he still was the soldier he once was, when anyone could tell from the size of his stomach that he was no longer the great warrior that defeated the Dragonlord and claimed Westeros and beyond and his kingdom. He had expected her to sit next to her betrothed and Spencer had spent most of the day and night smiling politely and trying not to cringe outwardly at Aiden's wandering hands. She thought her back was going to give up due to the strain she had placed on it to prevent her from shifting away from the idiot. Those were her last thoughts as her body sunk more into her bed and sleep claimed her.

Sunlight forced her out of her sleep. Spencer took a deep breath and could smell the sea nearby. This thought immediately woke her up. There was no sea at King's Landing, only a river. Her heartbeat raced as she took in her surroundings. To one side was the sea, to the other vast green fields as far as she could see. Then she noticed a figure seemingly walking towards her. As the figure drew closer she could make out long, dark hair which the wind blew behind the girl. She seemed to glow slightly as if she were on fire. Spencer was scared. Where was she and who was this girl? The girl drew closer still and Spencer felt her chest constrict. This was the possibly the most beautiful girl she had ever seen. Her dark skin, darker than Spencer's, her even darker eyes, the strength within each leg and arm and the fire she could feel flowing all around her almost brought Spencer to her knees. Even more surprising the girl continued past Spencer as if she hadn't seen her, her attention fully on the sea beside her. She continued walking away from Spencer, further down the beach. "Wait!" Spencer called out.

"Spencer."

"Spencer!"

"What?" cried Spencer as she was roused from her sleep.

"Queen Cersei has requested our presence," her sister replied.

Looking around her Spencer realized that it was still night. "Now? But it is not even light?"

"I know but she insisted we come right away," responded Kyla.

The girls changed and immediately set out to meet the queen, following one of the queen's men who had been assigned to escorting them. The request by the queen so late at night worried Spencer. Cersei seemed to despise them and yet here she was calling them late into the evening to her chambers. Spencer did not fear any foul play however. Her father had insisted his daughters keep their wolves even though they were now at court. He always said that a direwolf would always warn its master of treachery and he insisted that his children keep their wolves close by at all times. Phantom had been agitated ever since they arrived at King's Landing but Spencer had put it down to unfamiliar surroundings. Her father though, had looked at the wolf with a strange look when she had begun growling but he had never mentioned anything about it.

Spencer's mind raced. Her thoughts were on the girl in her dream but she had no idea who or where she had been. It had puzzled her to no end. All she knew was that whoever the girl had been, she had enchanted Spencer in a way she had never thought possible. Yet, she had passed by as if Spencer was not even there. Maybe she had not been, maybe this all her imagination and nothing was real but…she had hoped it was real, there was something about that girl she just could not place.

"Her Grace is waiting for you," the knight mumbled gruffly to the sisters.

The two girls entered the chambers slowly. When they saw the queen they quickly curtsied until she called them closer.

"Good. He managed to find you. I am truly sorry for waking you up at such an hour but it was important for me to speak to you now, as women first then tomorrow we shall tell others," Cersei stated, smiling at the two girls before her.

"Tell the others what Your Grace?" Kyla asked curiously.

"That I've decided to move forward Spencer and Aiden's marriage off course," was the reply.

Kyla squealed happily while Spencer paled before regaining her composure. She had hoped she would somehow return to Winterfell before this day but now there really was no hope for her.

"Are you not happy with the news dear?" Cersei asked when she had noticed Spencer's loss of control.

"No, Your Highness. I was just surprised. I had assumed we would be betrothed once he became king," Spencer replied hastily.

"Well that was Robert's intention but I think there is no need for that is there? I have seen how Aiden dotes on you so we might as well let the two of you have the freedom to do as you please, do you not think so?"

"Yes but off course," replied Spencer, internally screaming at the thought. "It would be…a dream come true."

"Wonderful. You may return to your chambers now and we will inform your father tomorrow," Cersei spread her arms to embrace the two girls. "Welcome to the House of Baretheon."

She watched as the two girls left for the chambers before a figure stepped out of the shadows.

"She does not seem to keen on the idea of marrying young Aiden, Cersei."

Cersei scoffed "She will do well for Aiden. Polite, well-mannered, composed and most of all beautiful. He will be the envy of many men. Even so, I do not actually care. This is to make sure that father of hers does not try to dig any further than he has. He would never risk his children's safety so the sooner this is done the better."

"As you say, Your Grace. I shall leave you for the evening now so you can get some rest."

Cersei waved him out with her hands. She smiled and went to bed.