A daughter born admits snow with ice in her eyes and fire in her heart
A son born admits flames with fire in his eyes and ice in his heart
The union between the Wolf Lady of the North and the Dragon Prince of the South will forever be remembered as...
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298 AC, King's Landing
When Alyssa rode through the city she had never wished to return to, she felt nothing but dread. How could she not? She were back in the place that had brought her nothing but pain. A place she had lost her brother, father, sister and children. A place where she had been tortured and raped by a madman.
But while she wasn't happy about her return it seemed like some people wore. Because as the northern party rode though the city she could hear hundreds of people shouting her name as they crowded the streets. She waved as she passed them, shocked that she was still remembered in a city she had left so long ago.
The royal party had rode ahead because there had been an undeniable tension in the air since the incident between Arya and Joffrey and it was better for everyone involved if they didn't ride together.
Alyssa and Ned rode in side by side with Jory, Bash, Edmund and Ashton following close behind them while Arya and Sansa rode on a carriage behind them.
The two Stark siblings dismounted and an unfamiliar man immediately approached them, "Welcome, Lord Stark, Lady Lannister. Grand Maester Pycelle has called a meeting of the Small Council."
"Oh, he is still alive," Alyssa muttered in disappointment.
"The honour of your presence is requested," the man continued and Ned turned back to look at Septa Mordane.
"Get the girls settled in. I'll be back in time for supper. And Jory, you go with them."
"Yes, My Lord."
"If you'd like to change into something more appropriate—" the unfamiliar man said, earning an unimpressed stare from Ned before he turned to his sister.
"Alys, you will come with me," Ned said, "I hereby appoint you the unofficial Hand of the Hand, I think I will need your help."
Alyssa let out a small and childish whine in protest before turning to her own children, "Find your father and he will help you get settled in. Bash, Ashton, make sure Ed doesn't do something stupid."
Alyssa and Ned made their way towards the Throne Room and both of them let out a small laugh when they heard Edmund protest loudly in the background.
Her eyes shifted around her, taking in the familiar scene. The red walls and the courtiers that walked around looked exactly the same to her even though it had been almost fifteen years since she last set her foot there.
"Are you okay?" Ned asked from beside her. "I realise this must be a bit overwhelming for you-"
"I'm fine," Alyssa said, both to convince him and herself, "If I survived everything I went through in this place, I won't fall apart by coming back."
