RHAEGAR

He looked wistfully out of the sole window on the Tower of Joy.

It had been a bad couple of days.

His new bride, who had come with him cheerfully enough was now resisting his every advance. When he told Lyanna about Lord Rickard and Brandon's captivity in King's Landing, the girl suddenly didn't wanted to continue their affair any longer, she had cunningly tried to escape the tower and had almost made it before his Kingsguard captured her and brought her back. When he went to meet her she laid near his feet and begged him to let her go but he wouldn't.

He couldn't do that. Not before his Visenya could be born.

And so he went through that process of impregnating the third head of the dragon while Lyanna kicked, scratched and bit at him. He had to bring Ser Gerold and Ser Arthur to hold her down so that he could complete his deed. She lay there crying when he was finished. His assurances of all luxuries that he would give to her seemed to be fall on deaf ears as she never spoke back to him ever again.

When he came out the room, Arthur looked at him with thinly veiled anger that only Rhaegar could recognise in him. Ser Oswell had heard the screams from outside and refused to look at him. Ser Gerold, ever the dutiful man said nothing and went on with his duty.

Rhaegar was not a bad man. He was not. He was not his father….Or was he?

He shrugged that thought away vehemently, even though a small part of his mind pointed out the similarities between what his mother endured and what he had just done to Lyanna.

But it had to be done. No one would understand it but himself. The world needed to be saved and only the three headed dragon could prevent it.

"Your Grace", interrupted Ser Gerold pointing at the distant dunes.

It was a rider.

When the man on the horse alighted near them he gave Rhaegar a parchment from the nearby holdfast before departing again. He opened it to see the following proclamation of the King.

"All of the King's loyal bannermen are hereby instructed to put their efforts into nabbing the three traitors by the name of Lord Rickard Stark, Brandon Stark and the Oathbreaker Kingsguard Ser Jaime Lannister who have abducted his Grace's royal son, the Prince Viserys, the King expects his vassals to raise their banners and march to battle to apprehend the traitors and their territories.The King has also demanded Lord Eddard Stark to come to King's Landing to answer for his family's crimes. His Grace assures that the traitors will be brought to justice and his reign will be more peace shall prevail again.King Aerys II Targaryen,Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, King of the Andals, Rhoynar and the First Men."

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The Tower of Joy was alive with the argument between four people. Rhaegar and his three Kingsguard all bickering heatedly. Upon informing the trio about the letter, Ser Gerold was adamant to depart to the capital and so was Arthur but while they silently argued Rhaegar worried about the bigger picture and the inevitable future.

The Starks would surely rebel now. Especially after the treatment his father had given them. No doubt they will be unknowingly joined by the Westerlands the minute Ser Jaime's name appeared as a traitor. The news from the Vale was disconcerting too. Jon Arryn was rumoured to have sent his two wards, Ned Stark and Robert Baratheon to gather their banners. And in the middle of it all was his brother Viserys, how the traitors even managed to kidnap his little sibling would remain a great mystery.

Rhaegar was in despair. He had a plan. A peaceful plan. He could had made peace with Lord Stark, there was no need for violence, all he wanted from Lyanna was his Visenya and then she could go to anywhere she wanted. Live an 'adventurous life' or whatever she had foolishly said at Harrenhal. The girl was naive and disillusioned and Rhaegar definitely didn't plan on making her his second wife. She had made some noises about marriage when they were passing near the God's Eye but he had quashed it down as soon as she had uttered it with some gentle words.

His foolish father had destroyed his years of planning and now there will be a war. A terrible one, Rhaegar feared it would be as he was absolutely certain the rebels would use Viserys as some kind of nominal reason for grabbing power and then when he had defeated them, he would have no choice but to exile his brother to keep his children safe. He pitied his brother greatly.

He went up the stairs back to the tower to the three Sers who quieted their silent debate upon his arrival. Ser Gerold hastened to speak,"Your grace, we must make haste for Kings-"

"No Ser Gerold', he interrupted," I have already decided. Ser Oswell shall remain here guarding Lyanna. Ser Arthur will make the journey to Sunspear to negotiate with the Martells to raise their banners and you shall do the same at Highgarden."

"Your grace, what you are thinking about is high treason."

"I know Ser Gerold, but frankly treason is more affordable than risking losing a prophecy that will save the world."

His old friend Ser Arthur grabbed his shoulders firmly before muttering,"I don't believe a word of your prophecy, I hope you know what you are doing. I will go to Sunspear and do my duty but only a fool would believe the Martells would even fight for you given what you did to Elia. Nor do I approve what you are doing to the Northern Lady. And yet, I'll do my duty."

Rhaegar sighed. His friend was far too simple, he refused to see the big picture, nobody did. But they would see one day when the three headed dragon would rise again. Rhaegar wouldn't let so many doubts about the prophecy let him down now. He had come uo a path he couldn't go back and he knew that. What he did to Lyanna was regrettable but it was needed. Besides her father had no reason to come down south to complain. He should have had been happy his daughter would birth the son of a dragon, that she had the honor of even laying with him. A Dragon can do anything and he doesn't have to answer to everyone, certainly not wolves.

He hoped Mace Tyrell would be smart enough to answer his call, he may even consider any Tyrell girl for Aegon's queen.

Taking leave of his guards he went inside to see the naive girl he had to tolerate for his third head.

Lyanna was silent as she had lately been. Alone in her cell. Despondent and facing the wall. Her lone chambermaid had quietly passed on the news that the girl had not had her moon blood for quite some time which was extremely good news.

"Lyanna", he uttered trying to be polite.

She turned towards him with a barely concealed glare.

He placed the king's parchment in her hands which she read and broke into a smile since…he couldn't really even remember, she hadn't really smiled a few days into the Tower of 'Joy'.

He didn't know how to convey to the poor girl that he would no doubt have to kill her whole family for their sins. He hated to see her smile die down.