Fury shall reign (A Game of Thrones fanfic)

Dreams and Flowers

Aleks POV

We were a day's ride from Highgarden, the smell of rabbit stew we'd eaten lingering in the air, delicious. I laid my head on the log on the ground thinking of Highgarden until dreams took me.

My brothers,Myrcella,mother and uncle Jamie laughing like a manics saying" Have you not figured it out" to me and Joanna.Sharing in a privately
joke, me and my twin were oblivious to.We both dropped to our knees,both bleeding, her it dripped her thighs of her grey dress and me from my chest soak my blue tabard turning it an unnatural violent.Red star bleeding from the sky as the stars shone bright watching over us.A woman who had her back turned to me and said "Discover who you are"

I woke in a cold sweat. Just a bad dream. After dawn we set off again to Highgarden. The land riddled with rolling hills,beautiful flowers, and blue skies.

Rodrik said talking to no one in particular "The Tyrells are called as beautiful as The Reach especially their daughter of your age, my prince." I didn't know much of Rodrik through he seemed like good man, like Eddard Stark who father spoke so highly about. He was tall, slender, and gray eyed. Even though he went easy on me when sparring, he was a great warrior for a man of 15. He could easily defeat five men single handily.

We finally arrived and Rodrik was right. She was beautiful. The Maiden herself could not compare. But more than than, Margaery is an intelligent, shrewd and political savvy, very much the protégé of her cunning grandmother, Lady Olenna Redwyne. Who took good liking to me said I inherit Baratheon strength and Lannister cleverness all over a plate of fruit that so ripe it seemed to explode in your mouth. Said "You might not become an oaf like your father and my son. Few men I know are not complete fool. I hope you do not become one.

Her grandsons were interesting as well. Loras could put up a great fight. We became fast friends. He told me that next year he was going to squire for my uncle Renly.Willas was wise beyond his years. He gifted me a hawk that took a liking to me. I named him "Gavin" for his big size and white wings. I shall write my sister, of all my adventures. She'll enjoy it. I just hope the North isn't as dreadfully boring as mother said it was.
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Sorry for the short chapter but what you think about it.