" I have asked you all here for a reason my children" said her father Ned Stark " The Kings wife, Cersei Lannister has been accused and decided guilty on cases of Adeltery with her brother. All their children are a product of this."
They all gasped, she turned her head to her brother Robb. He looked just as shocked as she did.
" So this means Robert does not have and heir" her sister Sansa said. " So now I won't marry the prince". She looked close to tears.
" Don't cry" her mother Catelyn said sharply. " You should be happy not to marry the bastard prince. You were never going to any way."
Ned nodded. " But Robert is on his way to Winterfell. I do not know why."
" Perhaps he wants you to be the hand father" she said to him.
Her father looked at the ground perhaps.
-------- 100 days later
"Sansa, Alara, where is your sister?" her mother asked as they lined up for the kings arrival.
" We don't know" Alara said. Sansa rolled her eyes.
Catelyn sighed. " I hope she comes soon" she muttered.
" The King is coming" a herald announced and everyone went silent. The only noise was a small irl sprinting intot he courtyard with a helmet on her head.
"Get in line" her father smiled and took the helmet off Arya's head. Arya shoved in between Bran and Sansa.
" Alara" her father whispered. " Take that off" he said esturing to her wreath of blue roses.
" Why?" she asked, her hands ajusting it.
" Alara, Ned, be quiet" her mother hissed.
Through the gates of Winterfell, a huge procession of the Kings comes through. At the front wasthe King himself, accompanied by the Kings guard. Of course, no Jaime Lannister.
The King was helped off his horse. He was a large man, with a full beard, and a bi gut. But their was a certain hollowness in his face. He was pale and looked rather sad. Understandable. It was said that he never loved Cersei, but it would be a shock to find the children you had cared for were not your own.
He walked towards father." You've got fat" the King spoke. Everything went silent, but my father had the audacity to look at the Kings own belly. They looked at each other and suddenly were in peels of laughter.
" It's been too long" he King said " Too bloody long". He ruffled Rickons head and then turned to my mother.
"Cat" he smiled and kissed her cheek. He moved on to Robb.
" You Grace" my brother spoke. King Robert shook his hand and nodded. " Your father says you are growing into a fine young man." Robb smiled. " I hope so, Your Grace".
As the King stepped he seemed to stop as he looked at me. " Lyanna" he whispered.
" Robert this is my daughter, Alara." her father said. The king robbed his eyes. " I thought I had seen a ghost." Her father sighed. " That is how I feel every day."
" Ned, would you and Alara accompany me too the crypts." the King whispered, " I want to pay my respects."
Her father nodded, and grasped her hand. They walked down into the crypts.
" She should be outin the sun Ned" the King hissed, staring at the statue of Lyann. " Not in the dark."
" She would have wanted to be buried with the family." Ned spoke hoarsely. Alara stood behind her father.
" Ned could I talk to Alara alone"
Her father hesitated. " Of course your grace" he said, and departed. Alara felt nervous.
" I never said goodbye" the King whispered. " All I wanted was her. For her too mine. The war, all of it was for her. And I couldn't even save that one life. They all died, and so did she." Alara felt tears fall onto her hands.
" Your grace" she said softly.
" Call me Robert. And I have a question." he said
" Yes?"
" I'm sure you heard of the queen and her... products. It leaves me heirless. It leaves me vulnerable, it more than one way."
Alara nodded.
" So I would need a wife, and Alara, if you were to accept my hand in marriage, I would love you from this day on."
She gasped. " Your grace, you are as old as my father. I don't know.."
" I know this is strange" said the King, cutting her off " But please consider. I need you."
" I would be queen?" she asked.
" Yes" he smiled. " You would be my queen."
" If I was too marry you, you would have to promise me something."
" Anything" he breathed.
" If I ever caught another woman in our bed, I would have you both flogged."
He grinned. " She would have said that. So is it a yes?"
She thought for a moment. She didn't know this man, and the age... But she would be queen, and bear princes and princess's.
" Yes"
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Fanfiction" I would be queen?" she asked. " Yes" he smiled. " You would be my queen." --- Alara stark had been told since her birth that she looked like her aunt. But when the King arrives at winterfell, what will happen to her?
