Lady Alyssa Baratheon becomes the Lady of Storm's End after her father Boremund dies in a jousting accident at the tourney for King Viserys new heir. When it's time for her to marry, the only one of any promise is Prince Daemon Targaryen.
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Boremund Baratheon was a man of few words. He was a bore in the figurative and literally sense. Alyssa knew that she didn't get her wit from him, she prayed to the Seven each night that it came from her mother. The King always said that his aunt was kind, gracious and smart. She became a renowned healer thanks to her husband's love and attention. Boremund had been a frightening titan in her childhood with shoulder length and face full of black hair. Traditional Baratheon genes. Or he used too, with now short greying hair.
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He sat across from her, mouth full of food and drink. Alyssa loved her father because he was her father, but any sort of daughterly affection she had was for the King. "Daughter, are you listening to me?" He asked, mouth full of food.
Alyssa tentatively drank from her goblet, Ale tart on her tongue. "Oh, course I am lord father."
Boremund huffed, "I was saying, that this is the time to try to find your future husband. As the future Lady of Storm's End, you need someone our vassels will listen to."
"Yet, remember I will be the Lady and he my Lord Consort." Alyssa reminded him. "Only a Baratheon can fight the storm."
Boremund nodded, "Yet, you need a soldier who will command your armies and be strong enough to help with the Storm Lords."
"I trust that you will choose wisely." Alyssa took a bite of venison. "Our cousin Rhaenys is in attendance with Lord Corlys and her children. We should pay our respects before the tourney tomorrow."
"I trust you with that dear daughter." He dismissed her claim, but Alyssa was happier for it. Her father was a buffoon who didn't know how to style his words. He would say something to the Princess and Seven Hells, Alyssa was tired of apologizing to the Princess for her father's reckless behavior.
"Very well my lord." Alyssa remembered of the midwife traveling with her father. He had the hag of a woman check her each visit to make sure that she could bear children. It irked her to no end, but the witch was reckoned for helping with difficult births. "Father, may I have midwife Nan look over the Queen? I don't trust the Maesters with her health."
Boremund knew his daughter loved the Queen. He was not the best of fathers, he would have preferred a son, but sending his only child, a girl to King's Landing to be cared for his extended royal relatives was the best decision he ever made. "Have the hag do as you wish. Also, it has come to my attention that you have no Sworn Sheild. Ser Criston Cole will serve you."
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