child of troy,
born to mighty Priam and stoic Hecuba,
can you feel fires soft breath
tracing your bloodstream?
prophet girl,
chosen by the sun,
do you hear the gods whispering
those silent stardust words?
cursed daughter,
uttering insanities no...
a/n - hello team this chapter contains a lot from season 1 ep 7 of HOTD "driftmark" - the direct dialogue is none of my own! I have impressed thoughts and feelings onto characters :). my chapters will now have this little picture because I think it encapsulates what I have envisioned for Alysanne. credits go to @/starlimbed on pinterest, and khalil gibran. thanks for reading so far i hope you all enjoy!
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Ser Westerling chose Princess Alysanne Velaryon.
He lifted her gently, leaving Prince Aemond for Criston Cole.
Already her wound began swelling, the delicate skin around her right eye turning a dastardly purple. "Alysanne, Alysanne." Lucerys sobbed, trailing behind Jace.
Alysanne said nothing, just hissed as she pressed her hand against her face.
"Fetch the Queen!" Ser Criston Cole screamed, "And the Maester!"
Ser Harrold set her gently on her feet. She remained standing, watching as Criston Cole sat Aemond on a settee. She could see a lot of blood upon him, but the cut couldn't be so bad. Maybe Luke had just hit a bloody spot. It was just a cut.
Alysanne couldn't believe Aemond had hit her over the head with a bloody rock. He hit her. The moment kept playing back in her mind. "Bastards!" Smash. Smash. Smash. The force had taken her to the ground.
Soon, the Maester arrived. And then the Queen, with Helaena and Aegon in tow. Alysanne gathered her brothers at her sides, allowing blood to drip off her face to the floor.
She kept a hand on each brother. Luke held his bleeding nose tightly. Jace was somehow unscathed.
Soon after Queen Alicent arrived with her glares and shouting, the King arrived. "How could you allow such a thing to happen!?" He was angrier than the Queen seemed to be. "Alysanne, darling."
He also skirted Aemond for Alysanne. "I will have answers!" He turned away from her, throwing accusations across the room.
"The princes were supposed to be abed, my king." Ser Harrold said gently.
"Who had the watch?"
"The young prince was attacked by his own cousins, your grace."
"And what of my granddaughter?" Viserys sneered. "My heir? Your future queen! You swore oaths to protect and defend my blood!"
"I'm very sorry, your grace. The kingsguard has never had to defend princes from princes, or princesses, your grace." Alysanne just watched as adults spoke. She would tell the truth of what happened and it would be done.
"It will heal, will it not, maester?" Queen Alicent asked, biting her nails deeply.
"The flesh will heal." Maester Kelvyn supplied. "But the eye is lost, your grace."
