The Other Stark girl

The Purple Wedding

"Ah, my lovely Eve.You look so beautiful".Margaery said, planting a kiss on Eve's cheek."Thank you, Margaery.You are quite the vision yourself in that gown".Eve's hair had been up in a crown braid and she was donning a navy blue gown."Oh stop it!.I have told Loras he shall sit next to you.It would be splendid if the two of you spoke a bit before you are wed".Eve felt nothing at this point.She knew that even if she were to be betrothed to Loras Tyrell, something bad would happen or the betrothal would not take place at all.She had been told by someone in The North that Loras Tyrell had been the man Renly Baratheon often took to his bed. If what that maid said has any truth to it, I might get married to a man who does not even want me.What sort of a marriage would that be?. Eve simply nodded, thinking it best not to utter a single word."You will accompany me to the Sept, won't you?". Do I have a choice?. "Of course, I will, Margaery.I trust you've asked The Queen Regent and The King if my presence at your wedding will not displease them".Margaery nodded."Yes, His Grace—he thought it was absurd that you should even ask".As much as Joffrey appeared to despise her, she would often catch him staring at her.Surely, he would take great delight in seeing Eve, to set his eyes upon her again."The Queen Regent did not seem too bothered by it either".

"Oh, who do we have here?" .Oberryn Martell's dark eyes scoured Eve's body as the fabric of her gown clung to her waist."I'm afraid I do not know you, my lord.I am Eve Stark, daughter of—".He raised his hand."Eddard Stark, am I correct?".She nodded."And you are?" she said, looking down."Oberryn Martell, brother to Prince Doran.It is lovely to meet you, my lady".At the feast, she spotted Jaime Lannister. Oathbreaker. She wished to lunge at him, scream at him for not honoring his vows. She was glad to see Brienne as well."Likewise" she said, turning to Oberryn."Do excuse me, my lord".She began to walk towards Brienne. It had taken Brienne a moment to recognize Eve. "My lady", Brienne smiled."Brienne".The two of them embraced one another."I heard about Lady Stark.If she had not ordered me to escort Ser Jaime back here to King's Landing, I might have been able to protect her". Yes, but I know how to wield a sword and yet even I failed to protect her. "There's nothing you could have done, Brienne. I see that Jaime Lannister has dishonored yet another vow" she said, looking at him."My lady.." Brienne began to protest."Both my sister and I should be in Winterfell, but here that man is, back with his sister".Eve scoffed."Maybe I should have listened to Lord Karstark.Maybe I should have let him lop his head off".Eve's face grew red with anger as she continued to glare at Jaime from a far."My lady.You must calm down". Calm down?. Calm down?. Eve gave a quick nod, her face no longer dark with anger. "The King is about to cut his cake, my lady". I hope he chokes on it. Eve walked towards the table, ignoring Joffrey's gaze upon her.She took a seat beside Loras Tyrell."My lady" he rose, kissing the back of her hand.She threw him a bashful smile."My lord.It is a pleasure".
              Jaime stood before the entire table, in perfect view.Eve glared at him again.He looked back at her, his face full of guilt and regret.As Joffrey cut the pigeon cake, he asked Tyrion to be his cup-bearer. Eve found the entire spectacle to be distasteful, exchanging awkward glances with Loras.Joffrey called upon Eve.She rose from her seat, the gown showing her rather large cleavage."Yes, Your Grace" Eve said."My, how could one have known you had such a lovely figure?.You used to be garbed in all these horrible Northern dresses, but this dress you're wearing right now leaves little to the imagination". Damn you, Margaery. Loras could only helplessly look at Eve. "A pretty thing" Joffrey continued to ogle her."That's enough, my King" Margaery said to diffuse the situation."You're right, my dear.We must all drink to celebrate".As the boy-king took a sip of the wine Tyrion handed to him, he began to choke. Oh yes. Everybody, Eve included, believed it would stop in a few moments, but no, Joffrey continued to cough.The cough became more violent, causing him to tumble to the ground."Idiots! Help your king" Olenna Tyrell cried out.Before Eve could even blink her eyes, attempting to appear appalled at the sight, when she was anything but, Cersei and Jaime swarmed about their son, whose face took on a nasty shade of purple, his eyes were red, as blood and forth began to collect at his mouth.He weakly lifted a finger, pointing at Tyrion as he gasped for breath and then he breathed his last. Thank the Gods. Thank the Old Gods and the New. I prayed to the Old Gods, even to the Seven for this to happen and it finally did . She looked at Sansa to revel in what had just transpired. Where's Sansa?. She furrowed her brows. Where is Sansa?.Did she just escape?. Could she have...?.No she wouldn't.Sansa wouldn't hurt a fly. Cersei began to bellow, pinning the blame for Joffrey's murder on Tyrion. Eve thought it was so ludicrous for them to blame Tyrion when he had not even insisted Joffrey drink the wine. "If I may speak, Your Grace?" Eve said. Tyrion had rescued her from the clutches of Petyr Baelish and felt indebted to him. "Go on!" Cersei shouted."How could Lord Tyrion have poisoned The King when it was King Joffrey who asked Lord Tyrion to serve him the wine?.Surely, Lord Tyrion could not have known he was going to be made his cupbearer at the wedding".Tywin looked at the girl, rubbing his chin.