CHAPTER 5

(Chaos)

RHAEGAR TARGARYEN

"GET ME A FUCKING MAESTER!" I screamed at the guards behind me.

All pretence of Royal stoicism was dropped as I burst through into my tent; the girl cradled in my arms. She looked so small in my arms, which made my heart break.

Elia and Rhaenys paled when they saw the bundle of the bleeding girl in my arms. They immediately rushed to aid me, they helped deposit her on the bed meant for Aegon, should he have been injured in the tourney.

My wife and daughter were no fainting maidens. They began tending to her at once. If anything, I was the panicked one.

I saw my darling Elia's eyes widen, when she got a closer look, she noticed the resemblance too. Good. It wasn't just me.

"Who?" Was all Elia managed.

FLASHBACK - 10 MINUTES EARLIER

"Lyanna? "I cried.

"Don't (sob) hurt (sob) me. I'm not her!" The girl squeaked out, a gurgle of blood punctuating her begging.

No, she wasn't her. But the resemblance was uncanny. I shook my head.

"I'm not going to hurt you, sweet child, I'm going to help you." I said, doing my best to soothe her and keep her calm. I reached down to cup her face. She recoiled. Using what meagre strength she had left, she tried to shuffle backwards away from me on her back.

"Liar. You're a Targaryen! You took my aunt." She said boldly, crying now, clutching her pierced side, her breathing ragged.

Her aunt ...? No. No. No.

"You're a Stark?"

She shook her head.

"Snow. I'm a snow." She spat. More blood welled up in her mouth and she passed out.

She was Neds Starks bastard! Why did Ned Starks bastard have purple eyes?

Then it clicked. Visenya's missing bones. The hostility and secrecy surrounding the bastard. Visenya lived. I had praised the honor of a man, who kidnapped my daughter, the last vestige of my she-wolf. The thought made me sick.

"Oh good, she's only a bastard, she won't be missed then. Panic over, your grace." I heard Joffrey say, covering his broken nose.

I lunged at the boy. I didn't care he was Lords son; I was going to kill him. Sir Arther held me back. "The girl Rhaegar!"

My anger dissipated. All that mattered now, was saving my daughter, the reckoning would come afterwards.

NOW

Aegon ran into the tent with Maestar Walkin, my own personal maestar, good. Visenya deserved the best.

Elia gave the maestar a quick rundown. "She's lost a lot of blood. But the bolt missed all the important bits. I think the bolt, splintered though."

The Maestar wiped his brow and shuffled over to Visenya. Rhaenys left the maestar too it, and walked over to me, hugging me tight. More for my sake than hers.

I watched Elia and the maestar whisper to each other, poking and prodding the wound. My girl's armour had been removed and she looked even smaller and fragile without it. She had been stripped to her small clothes.

"I need to remove the bolt, and the splinters." The maestar said.

"Will she live?" I asked, scared of the answer. I shouldn't have wasted time talking to the girl in the wood. I should've given clearer instructions to my men. I should've killed Joffrey!

"I cannot tell at this time."

My heart dropped and the maestar removed a pair of tweezers from one of his many pockets.

When the tweezer dug into Visenya's flesh, she woke, screaming.

"Shhh. Shh. You're okay. You're okay." Elia said stroking Visenya's hair with one hand and holding her writhing body with the other.

The bolt was pulled out quickly, which made Visenya scream out again. Her screams tore me apart. Rhaenys hugged me tighter. Aegon was quiet, his hands were balled up into fists and his face was as white as his sisters.

"Give the girl some milk of the poppy, for pity's sake." Elia said, her composure cracking.

"She needs to be awake. She needs to fight." Said the Maestar, plunging his tweezers into her again.

"ARGHHHH!" She screamed. Elia continued to stroke her, a few tears staining her Dornish skin, the rest were held in.

"LYARRA!" A voice shouted from outside of the tent. What now? My girl needs peace.

ROBB STARK

My Sister. They had my sister. They had hunted her and carried her bloody body back to their tent, like a prize boar. A hunting trophy.

When the news reached me. I could believe it.

Asher Forrester had told me, while I was getting some refreshment.

"Your sister! Lyarra. They have Lyarra! Bleeding. She was bleeding like mad." He said this all very quickly, so I had no time to process any of it.

"Slow down, man. Who has Lyarra?"

"The Targaryens. Don't know what happened exactly. She's the mystery knight. Sir Wallace. Bleeding like mad."

I could've kicked myself; I had seen Lyarra ride a hundred times, how had I not recognized her. I was a Northern fool. Then the second piece information hit me. Lyarra was hurt. She was bleeding. And the Targaryens had her. My SISTER! MY LYARRA!

Luckily, I had a few loyal friends nearby, Domeric Bolton and the Karstark brood.

I ordered some of Winterfell's guards to hand over their swords and together we sprinted to the Kings tent to save my sister. It wasn't hard to find, all I had to do was follow the trail of blood.

On finding the Kings tent I was met with the man I least wanted to see. Joffrey Baratheon, he was petting his crossbow, like it was his cock. I had met Joffrey only a couple times and every time I wanted to hit him.

He wasn't alone. He had a few dozen guards with him. I didn't care, I'd kill them all, to get to Lyarra.

"Where's my sister?" I said feigning a calmness I did not feel. I had directed my comment to the guard next to him. But it was Joffrey that answered.

"Your bastard sister is in the Kings tent, mutt, and you're not invited. "

I then heard a scream. My sister was screaming, like I had never heard anyone scream before. It chilled my bones more than any northern snow.

"LYARRA!" I shouted.

"Lyarra." Mimicked Joffrey,

That was it. I raised my sword and thrust it into the blonde cunt, smiling as his eyes widened in surprise. My nose then wrinkled, the boy had shit himself.

Chaos reigned them. Swords were drawn. Steel sang. Men cried. It was a miracle no man had died yet - other than Joffrey, but he didn't count as a man.

Finally, the little dragon Aegon Targaryen emerged from his den.

"Cease this fighting at once. My Father has commanded it!"

The royal guards ceased as they were bid, swords mid-swing. My men did too. Looking to me for orders.

"I want my sister, Targaryen. Give her to me, or I will litter the ground with Southern dead."

"Save the threats Stark. You can come in. But no sword. And no friends." Aegon said, glaring at Domeric Bolton. I thrust the sword into the ground and followed Aegon in. I didn't care if it was a trap. If I was going to die, I'd die with the person I loved most in the world.

I was met with a nightmare, the kings and his family, and the kings-guard were stood around ashen faced. The king had blood on his hands and on his fancy surcoat. I had eyes for none of them, except my sister.

They had stripped her modesty away, and she was left with only small clothes and blood to protect her virtue. I rushed over to her and took her hand

"Is that you, big brother?" She said. Her voice shaky and weak.

"It is. I'm here."

"I'm sorry. I didn't think I'd cause so much trouble."

"Don't apologize, it's them that should be begging for forgiveness." I said, shooting a glare at the King. For some reason, he glared back.

"It's my fault. I wanted to be brave."

"You're brave!"

"I'm not. I'm scared. I don't want to die."

"You're not going to die."

She screamed as the maestar dug unto her flesh, groping about. I couldn't help it, I attacked him. And was pulled off by two kings-guard, I didn't know who.

"Right, you've seen her. Now go and get and get your father, we have a lot to discuss." Said the King, his tone as cruel as he was.

"If you think I'm leaving my sister, you're as mad as your cunt of a father."

AEGON TARGARYEN

"You could've been a bit nicer, to the Stark boy. "I said. I wanted to say more, but that would have been un-wise based off the mood my father was in.

"Aegon. You're my son, and I love you. But do shut up!" My father's tone surprised me, he had never talked to me so angrily before. It surprised mother too, she left the girls bedside, and gripped my father's shoulder. Uh-oh, the Dragon had woken the Dornish woman.

"Rhaegar. You're my husband. And I love you. But talk to my son like that again, and I will take a page out of my brother's book and poison your mutton!"

"Please stop, fighting, and tell me what's going on." I heard Rhaenys say.

"Rhaenys, my beloved daughter, I was always thought you were the smarter sibling. Yet even you cannot put two and two together. Look at the girl, my children."

And we did. She was sleeping, thank God. Once the maestar had taken out the last of the splintered bolt, he had sown up the wound, and allowed her milk of the poppy. I had to admit. She was gorgeous. More than gorgeous. Ethereal. I saw Rhaenys flush, as she looked her. Is my dear sister attracted to this girl too?

Once I got over her haunting beauty, I reviewed her more critically, I wanted to give my father an answer. Her face was long, like her siblings. But her cheekbones, were high and imperious - shaped almost like father and Rhaenys ... Her nose was adorable. It was cute button nose like my aunt and grandmother. I lifted her eyelids to get another look of those cosmic purple eyes. I then remembered her singing the night before, it was right before we discovered Visenya's empty tomb. Oh Gods ...

"VISENYA" Both Rhaenys and I said. We were three finally. We were complete.