Once upon a time, there was a prince who loved the wrong woman and the woman loved the wrong man. An evil king and a selfish man tried to ruin they're love. One year was all they were given together and my how they loved it.
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The helmet was slowly removed and tossed aside as her braided hair fell in front of her shoulder "Are you happy now?" Rhaegar still held her wrist in the air as he stared into her gray eyes " Well Lyanna Stark, you are just full of surprises."
Lyanna had stood there just staring into his lilac eyes before yanking her wrist out of his grip "Do not ever touch me again, your grace." The sarcasm that laced her words was apparently amusing as the corner of Rhaegar's lips quirked up "You are very brave or maybe just foolish to talk to your Prince that way... Though I promise My Lady that I will not touch you without permission again."
He just stood there watching her as she started to remove her armor "You wait till I promise not to touch and then begin to undress? My Lady, you are cruel." She ignored him for a few moments until she realized he wasn't leaving "Alright if you're staying then you better accept this, I am not your Lady." The Prince crossed his arms as he stared at her with her messy hair, her leather tunic and pants hugging her form perfectly "You know I could give you over to the king?"
She acted confident her face not betraying her panic as she mirrored his stance holding his gaze "But you won't. If you had wanted to hand me over you would have done so already instead you stand here chatting with me. Why is that, your Grace?" Now it was his turn to look slightly uncomfortable though his recovery was quicker than hers "I find myself intrigued by you, Lyanna Stark. All I am doing is learning more about you, and I would like to continue this in my tent."
In his tent? That was too risky for her tastes and if she left no one would know where to find her. Her mouth was dry as she looked from his eyes to the door "I assure you no harm will befall you and I will not touch you as I have given my word not too... You should also know this is not a request and if you run you'll not get far." Pride made her want to run, but she saw Arthur Dayne stand in the doorway and knew she could not win. "Fine."
They had traveled all the way to his tent in silence the only sound coming from laughing knights and the men's armor clanking with every step. She had thought about trying to run as they left the tent but Barristan Selmey stepped next to her as Arthur walked behind and Rhaegar stood on her other side. No escape for her. When they had walked into his tent, the Kingsguard closed the tent flap giving them more privacy and Rhaegar gestured to a chair that she gratefully sat in "Are you sore?"
At first, she considered lying just to save her pride, but her body was screaming at her "I suppose I am. What about you?" Did she just say that? Her hand wanted to slap her forehead, but she held it back as the Prince just smiled and started taking off his armor "I am though that is to be expected after facing the best in the Seven Kingdoms."
Suddenly she wanted to slap his smirk off his beautiful royal stupid face. Her thoughts were gone as soon as he took his shirt off and her eyes immediately looked at the ground "I, I um Does the whole you have to come with me thing usually work for you with women?" His eyebrows furrowed as he slid a new white shirt over his chest "Normally I don't have to order women to come with me." Cocky bastard. Her mouth started flapping before she could think "I find your manner conceited and I can't say I'm enjoying your company."
