Roslyn Arryn was taken in by her Aunt Catelyn stark at a young age. She had always been facinated by their Bastard son, Jon snow. They had been lifelong sweethearts.
What happens when the king appoints Ned stark as hand of the king and Roslyn is for...
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It had been three months since the incident in the throne room, my Aunt Catelyn has gone crazy, she murdered Lord Renly Baratheon, I was praised for it. But today isn't about me, today is about Princess Marcella, and her voyage to Dorne. We had all gathered to see her off, the poor girl was distraught, she never wanted this. "May the Seven guide the princess on her journey. May the Mother give her health. May the crone give her wisdom. May the warrior give her courage." A septa says, as the boat drifts away. Joffrey is next to me, mocking Tommen for crying. "You sound like a little cat mewling for his mother. Princes don't cry." He says, that was awful. "Prince Tommen, it is okay to cry, My cousins cried when I left Winterfell. It is normal to cry. Don't feel shamed." I say to him, crouching down to his level, he smiles and wipes his tears. "Are your cousins princes?" Joffrey asks, clearly annoyed. "No." I say bluntly. "Not really relevant then, is it? Come, dog." Joffrey says beckoning me to walk with him. "Don't patronise me again." Joffrey says as we walk through the streets of Kings landing. "Hail Joffrey! Hail to the King. Seven blessings on you, Your Grace." A man says, his face lights up. "Murderer! Bastard!" Another says, I grab his hand. "All hail the King." Another says mockingly "He's no king." Another says. "Joffrey run, there going to attack." I whisper, he nods. "He's a bastard!" One tells. "Please, Your Grace, we're hungry." Another yells "Freak." More men yell at us "Get the Prince back to the Keep now." Tyrion says to the guards." "Yes, my lord. Come, quickly." They reply. Some of the guards escort Tommen away, hopefully to safety. "Please, Your Grace, give us some food!" A woman begs, grabbing onto my leg. I allow her to take my shoe, so that she can pawn it for money for food. "Bread, Your Grace, please!" One man yells Joffrey ignores them, until he is hit in the face with a mudball. He groans and doubles over. The hound and the other Kingsguard draw their swords to defend the king. "Who threw that? I want the man who threw that. Find who did that and bring him to me!" Joffrey yells. "Joffrey stop it!" I yell at him, he ignores me. The hound holds Joffrey back, trying to control him. "Hold on!" A guard yells. "Hold them back!" Another guard yells as we push into the crowd, a whole riot begins. "Just kill them! Kill them all!" Joffrey yells as we push him to safety, the hound grabs Joffrey and carries him away. "What are you doing? I want these people executed!" He yells trying to break free "And they want the same for you." I yell as I run to keep up. "Where's Sansa?" I yell as we make it into the Red keep. "Traitors! I'll have all their heads." Joffrey yells, Tyrion comes up to him angrily. "Oh, you blind, bloody fool!" Tyrion yells "You can't insult me." Joffrey yells back, i sigh, cradling my stomach, luckily I wasn't harmed. "We've had vicious kings and we've had idiot kings, but I don't know if we've ever been cursed with a vicious idiot for a king." Tyrion says and I stand up, searching for Sansa "They attacked me!" Joffrey yells, I can't stand his whining. "They threw a cow pie at you, so you decided to kill them all? They're starving, you fool! All because of a war you started." I yell and he turns to me. "You're talking to a king!" He screams at me, I slap him with force, "And now I've struck a king. Did my hand fall from my wrist? Where is the Sansa!" I yell, Tyrion looks impressed. "Hound! Take some men, find Sansa! If she dies, Jamie will never return." I yell and they all nod. I wait for as long as I can, many people have left, Sansa never returned. I'm beginning to lose hope when the hound carries her in, both me and Tyrion rush to her aid. "Are you hurt, my lady?" Tyrion says and she can barely speak. "The little bird's bleeding. Someone take her back to her cage. See to that cut." The hound says, I put my hand on his. "Thank you Clegane, nobody else would have went looking." I say and he gives me a halfhearted smile. "I like you stark girls." He says before walking off. "Someone help me carry Sansa to her chambers!" I yell and a flock of guards come to help.
I get Shea to treat her wounds, she's the only person I trust around Sansa. "Ow!" Sansa whines as she disinfects. "Shh, it's not deep." Shea says, as well as being a handmaiden to me, she also serves Sansa as I don't make her do any work. "I thought they were going to kill me." Sansa says, almost in tears. "They thought so too." Shea says. "He hated me, the man who hit me. I saw it in his eyes. Hated me. He never met me before, but he wanted to hurt me." She says, trying to hold herself together. "Of course he did." I say putting my hand on here. "Why? Why would a stranger-" she starts, shea cuts her off. "You are everything he will never have. Your horse eats better than his children. It doesn't matter now. He's dead." She says looking at me. "I would have given them bread if I had it. I hate the king more than any of them." She says, shea looks stricken. "Don't say these things. If the wrong people hear you-" she orders. "But you're not the wrong people." She starts. "Don't trust anybody. Life is safer that way." Both me and Shea say in unison.
