The Bastard Queen

encounters with a Targaryen

Within the next years Alyssa grew with her hair growing to look as white as the snow in the North. She often wondered where her hair came from as from a young age Alyssa became very aware of the stares and whispers from the folk of Westeros whenever she went into the city for food.

Alyssa however today was one and ten and she was walking through the streets for apples. She wondered through the streets looking as the sellers weren't known for staying in one spot. Alyssa liked to think of it as a fun game to do since Dimitri her elder brother wasn't that keen on games. He was more likely to be training either himself or Alyssa when she asked for it.

As Alyssa walked though the streets however she bumped into a mysterious looking boy who seemed to be only a couple years younger than her and dropped her apples onto the dirty city floor.

"What where your going!" The boy sneered looking at Alyssa with a distasteful look.

"You bumped into me though?" Alyssa questioned as she looked at the boy with a surprised look.

"Excuse me?" He said, beginning to raise his voice.

Alyssa was already beginning to become tired of the way this boy was treating her. She began to open her mouth, glaring almost hatefully at the boy, but as she did she happened to catch a glimpse of his hair as he looked up at her. His white looking hair.

"You've got white hair?" Alyssa said also beginning to raise her voice.

"Of course I have white hair? I am a Targaryen. All true Targaryens possess white hair and violet eyes." Spoke the boy with condescending tone as he looked up at Alyssa with a raised brow.

"Oh!" Alyssa said. It was all she could really think to say at that moment of time. If all Targaryens as that boy said really did have white hair and violet eyes... what did that make her?

The boy stared at the girl in front of him with a slightly bewildered expression. This girl really didn't seem to know anything at all. The only thing that kept him from abandoning this dreadful conversation and heading back to the castle was the fact that he, like Alyssa, had seemed to spot white hair hidden from the everyday commoners sight.

"Is your hair white?" The boy said, his curiosity beginning to get the better of him.

"So what if it is?" Alyssa spits beginning to get a hold of her senses as she remembers her mothers rules of not letting everyone see her hair. Alyssa grabs the apples that fell previously and hurry's herself away from the mysterious boy. The thoughts of the Targaryens plaguing her thoughts the entire journey home.