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Reyanna was sitting outside watching the men train like little boys playing on a field. They were weak and untrained. She knew how to fight better than then and she was never properly trained as a knight or a swordsman. She sat next to Ghost on the cool soil, braiding her own hair back out of her face so that she could join the boys in training. But, as soon as she finished doing her hair, a woman with pale skin and deep red hair appeared before her. "The king wants a word." She told.
Reyanna didn't want to anger the man nor give him any incentive to kill her. She went to meet him at the top of the wall, where he stood enjoying the view. Reyanna curtsied before him, emphasizing his superiority. The woman with the deep red hair, whom Reyanna found out to be named Melisandre, spoke: "Your Grace, Lady Reyanna of Dragonstone."
The title sounded strange and not fitting for a girl like her who grew up past the wall with the free folk. "You seem like a smart little lady, Reyanna. A strong one, too. If I did not have my King's Watch, you probably could slit my throat in normal combat. Which is exactly why I wonder why I should still have you around. Your father was a traitor to my family." Stannis spoke.
Reyanna coughed. "What is it?" Stannis asked why she made such an uncomfortable noise in his presence.
"Well, a traitor is someone who betrays their allies. The Baratheons were never an ally to the Challinders. He was only remaining loyal to his friend. The Challinders are many things, but they are not disloyal nor are they lazy." Reyanna explained.
"You are intelligent, too, I see. Well, I do see that the Challinder genetics are quite prevalent in you. You are hardworking and strong. You are intelligent. You possess a leading figure despite being a woman. Perhaps your father's ideal fighting the Baratheons was passed down to you, as well." Stannis suggested.
"Fortunately for you, I am not my father." Reyanna told. She knew she would never be blindly loyal to any monarch unless she was that monarch, but there could be no way for her to ever become a queen. Her bloodline didn't stretch to the royal line, which could also be a bad thing— it meant that her bloodline was pure of incest and corruption.
"Very well, then. If there anything you ever need, Lady Reyanna, you tell me. And when I become King of the Andals— I promise you this, in order to restore order among the Seven Kingdoms, I'll give you the Reach, Westerland and any other kingdom ruled by an enemy." Stannis reached out his hand to shake Reyanna's as a pact.
"Why?" She asked, not shaking his hand yet.
"Because when this war is over, Westeros will be in shambles. And what it'll need are strong leaders who can give the people a sense of security and progress. In my observations, a Challinder can fulfill that role." Stannis admitted.
Reyanna nodded slowly and clasped her hand with his, shaking it firmly. "To our pact." Stannis nodded at her.
"To our pact." Reyanna repeated, smiling small at him as she imagined what she could could with all that power. All the progress she could make. She'd finally have a true home where her siblings could live and where she could have children in. Where she could live happily ever after. But that was if Stannis was to win.
