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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299 AC, Harrenhal
The Hall of the Hundred Hearths was the castle's Great Hall and it made the throne room in the Red Keep and every other Great Hall in the realm look like a small chamber. It contained thirty-five hearths and it could easily entertain an army.
But now the smooth and slate floors were covered in dust, mud and blood and the two galleries above were empty. Her footsteps created a echo in the otherwise empty hall that she remembered to be full and lively.
Her strongest memory of this place had been the victory feast during the Tourney at Harrenhal. A terrible night filled with pitiful stares and whispers that Alyssa just wanted to forget. But the things she wanted to forget seemed to be what was most vividly seared into her mind.
It was weird how a hall that once had been filled with so much life; nobles that danced around while wearing bright colours, minstrels that sung, more food than anyone could eat and a thousand lights illuminated it all; could look so dead now.
"Lizzy," Rhaegar said but Alyssa's gaze was firmly plastered on the dance floor where she observed her brother dancing with Ashara. Normally that would have brought a smile to her lips, but this night was far from normal.
"Lord Whent," Alyssa completely ignored her husband's presence and turned to the Lord of Harrenhal instead, "I must ask, since you live so close to the Gods Eye, have you ever visited the Isle of Faces?"
"I'm afraid not, Your Highness," Lord When said, "It is a sacred island, and not many visit it nowadays."
"Why is that?" Alyssa wondered.
"During their ancient wars the greenseers of the Children of the Forest used dark magic to stop the First Men's immigration to Westeros. They gathered at the Isle of Faces and some say that they sacrificed a thousand lives to the Weirwood trees. They used the hammer of the waters to break the Arm of Dorne," Lord Whent told her.
"And then during the Dawn Age the island was where the First Men and the Children signed their peace pact after centuries of fighting," Alyssa finished, "And during the celebration every Weirwood at the island was given a face so that the gods could witness their pact."
"You know your history, Your Highness," Lord Whent said, looking a little impressed.
"I've always loved history," Alyssa said, "and as a descendant of the First Men, the stories of the Isle of Faces is a part of how my House was created."
