𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖔𝖓 [𝗥𝗼𝗯𝗯.𝗦]

7

YOU WIN OR YOU DIE

        

ALYSANNE had remained within the room for hours, and as time went by she couldn't help but think upon the matter of her mother and father. Had they loved each other, truly? She certainly hoped so, for being conceived from love was far better than duty.

As a child, Alys had been convinced the only form of marriage she would enter was for love. There could be nothing better than that, but her hopes had never been high. Her father had expected her to do better than a commoner as a bastard child of a lord. But she certainly couldn't aim high enough for a lord of a great castle. Perhaps a knight, or a lord of a minor house that held little importance. But knowing the truth was earth shattering, she wasn't a bastard. No, Alysanne Snow was a Princess. But there was more to it than that, she know knew her real name was Visenya. How did one deal with such truths as that? She knew not, Alys was still coping with the shock that seemed to have consumed her very life. There wasn't much more to think on the matter.

Alysanne had once desired to be in the Nights Watch, but that hope and desire had long since passed. The truth was simple, she was a woman, and it was forbidden for there to be such a thing as that. That hope had died a long time ago, but now, she had no clue what to do with herself.

"What to do," murmured Alys. Did she wish to seek out her family across the ocean, would they want to have anything to do with her? But could she truly trust the ghost of the mad king. He had been given that name for a reason, and he could very well be lying about his certain lack of madness. But who was she to say such a thing? For it was incredibly likely that her grandfather had left his madness in this world. And it had been consumed, poisoning the heart of Cersei Lannister and all others who desired to crush the lives of the common folk. Alysanne felt for them, she truly did, they were just like her. They had no titles or a true name. Not one that came from a great legacy that was for sure. Or, that had been her belief for many years now. Not that much of it had changed. But the truth had been revealed, and her father, was Rhaegar Targaryen. And she was true born. Alys had always wished for this, but not in the way it currently was.

I wished to be the daughter of Eddard Stark!

And how could Visenya move on from this? As wasn't that her name? A truth that had shattered and destroyed her very belief of the world as she knew it. Secrets such as these couldn't be released to the King. Her life was already on the line, King Robert had wished to kill her from the beginning. Even knowing that the girl was the daughter of his greatest friend, his brother in all but blood. It was tragic in a sense, that a man had lost a woman he loved so deeply it had driven him to act in such a horrific manner. He condoned the murder of a baby and his older sister, the rape and death of a woman who had married into the Targaryen family. And he cared little for their displayed bodies. He took pride in the deaths that had been caused. They were her sister and brother, Alys knew that now and it brought such rage to her heart. For even her father, or the man she had named to be so had done nothing for the throne that had been taken from her family. And for one moment, she couldn't help but hate him. As it was he, who had allowed her to be neglected and left to the wolves. It was almost as if her uncle had cared little, and it was that which broke her far more than anything else ever had.