FIRE MEETS GASOLINE ↠ RHAEGAR TARGARYEN

PROLOGUE

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"Men need to objectify and conquer. They see what they want to see. Women, however, can see into the soul of a person."

— Rickard Stark to Seraphina Stark

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"I am going to rip his throat out." Lyanna hissed, her grey eyes hard as the icicles that hung from the trees outside.

A small smirk appeared on the female's face as she watched Robert Baratheon drink his weight, and making a complete fool out of himself and Lyanna Stark - his betroth and her older sister.

"He may be a brute." She muttered softly, for Lyanna's ears only. "But he isn't bad on the eyes, sister."

Lyanna hissed and shook her head. "You are incorrigible." She grumbled before plopping down besides her, stealing her cup of ale.

The dark-haired beauty laughed before nudging her sister. "Lya, you don't even like him in the first place, why are you so upset?" She asked curiously. Lyanna was usually never phased by much, it took a lot to make her mad, and making her mad was just not smart. She may be short but she had the temperament of the dire-wolf that graced their family banners.

"Sera, he's insulting me." She growled, her eyes taking in Robert's actions with distate clear in her eyes.

Seraphina's eyes flickered over to where Robert Baratheon stood, he was an extremely handsome man. He was tall and well muscled, his hair was a nice dark brown that complimented his bright blue eyes that were currently covered in mirth as he laughed joyfully at whatever Clarysse Bolton mumbled off about. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and her head tilted to the side like a curious pup, a look she got a lot when she was deep in thought.

Robert's eyes flickered around, looking around for someone - no doubt, when his eyes landed on her. His eyes widened slightly, and a smile tugged on his lips before his eyes flickered besides her where Lyanna stood, his smile wavered slightly until he looked back in Clarysse Bolton's way.

"You are not paying him much attention, so he's taking matters into his own hands and trying to catch your attention, Lyanna." Seraphina explained. "Just not in a very smart way." She added on sheepishly.

The eldest she-wolf sighed before shrugging. "I don't want to marry, father knew this, but the first thing he did was marry me off. You would be a better wife." She mumbled softly.

Sera shrugged before taking her cup back from Lyanna. "You are his first born, and his blood. It makes sense to marry you off to a good family." She explained before finishing off her ale.

Lyanna frowned. "You are his blood too, you are as much as his daughter as I am." She argued.

Filling up her cup once more, she took another long sip. "Correct but I will forever be seen as a bastard, and the fact that my mother was a high born lady does not change anything. Your father and my mother never married and by default I am still a bastard. Most houses wouldn't want a bastard marrying in the family. No matter how high up in the ladder I may be compared to some."

"Still, you are beautiful, healthy, and a way for other families to not only have access to House Stark but House Velaryon as well. You may be a bastard but that doesn't change the fact that father still receives marriage proposals over you."

Sera shrugged again before drinking even more. Her eyes drifted around, boredom clear on her face. "I suppose." She said dissmissing the topic, which frustrated Lyanna to no end. Sera didn't like talking about her problems, she has always kept them to herself. Before Lyanna could complain, her brother made his way over to them.