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...
THE BONEHEADED BARATHEON BROTHERS ✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧
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299 AC, Blackwater Bay
It had been twenty years since Alyssa set her foot on Dragonstone for the first time, yet she remembered it like it was yesterday. The last time she had sailed there she had been a young and newly wed princess and now she was once widowed and twice betrayed.
But while many memories from her last plagued she did not have many sad ones from Dragonstone. She could clearly remember the morning sickness disguised as seasickness she had felt when she sailed these waters for the first time.
Alyssa recalled the first moons of her pregnancy that was spent exploring the dark halls with her ladies or going on adventures with Arthur. That was until she was forced into bedrest which was an interesting time indeed.
Despite hating not being allowed to walk around and do as she pleased it was during that time she had grown closer to Rhaegar. He would no longer avoid her, instead he actually wanted to spend time with her.
From distance the Island of Dragonstone came into view and Alyssa leaned against the ship's railing, taking in the sight of the castle that had been her home for a short time. The cliffs and beaches came into view and Alyssa couldn't help but remember all the trouble she had gotten Arthur into there.
"Why are you so determined to get me into trouble?" Arthur asked, or almost whined as Alyssa dragged him through the halls of Dragonstone. A fortnight had passed since their last trip and Alyssa's ankle was now fully healed.
"We won't get into trouble for as long as we don't get caught," Alyssa told him, "Where is the adventurer in you, Artie?"
"Once the white cloak is on the adventurer must rest," Arthur told her, "And I don't want to get scolded for allowing you to strain yourself."
"We both know I'm the one who will get scolded in the end," Alyssa rolled her eyes, "My ankle is healed and I'm a much greater danger to myself when left alone."
"Okay," Arthur sighed in defeat, "But let's hurry. I don't want Rhaegar to find out."
"What don't you want Rhaegar to find out exactly?" a familiar voice said and the two stopped dead in their tracks and turned around to see Rhaegar standing there with his arms crossed over his chest and an amused Oswell behind him.
Arthur and Alyssa looked at each other, silently commutating to come up with an answer. "I'm waiting," Rhaegar walked closer to them.
