A daughter born admits snow with ice in her eyes and fire in her heart
A son born admits flames with fire in his eyes and ice in his heart
The union between the Wolf Lady of the North and the Dragon Prince of the South will forever be remembered as...
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282 AC, King's Landing
With child.
She was with child?
She couldn't be. It couldn't be true.
"With — with child?" Alyssa asked slowly, her head feeling like she had been dunked under water, "But I'm — I'm barren, I can't have anymore children. Pycelle said so himself."
"That may be" the other man in the room said, "But there is no doubt that you are with child, princess."
"So, Pycelle lied to us" Alyssa said, feeling an anger bubble up inside, making her want to strangle the Maester with his own beard.
"Maester's makes these kind of mistakes all the time" the man said, "And from what I've heard, the Grand Maester examined you directly after you birth when you weren't fully healed yet. Things has changed from then."
Alyssa didn't know whether she wanted to laugh or cry in the moment, but she knew she didn't want to do either in the presence of the King and a stranger, "Who are you anyways?"
"Maester Eustace, your highness" the man bowed his head slightly. He had black hair that was streaked with grey and brown eyes. "I've served His Grace since he was the Prince of Dragonstone."
Another man completely loyal to Aerys. Great.
"Where am I" Alyssa wondered, looking at her surroundings. Seeing as the King was here she couldn't be outside the Red Keep, but she had no idea where in the Keep.
"Oh, you are still inside Maegor's Holdfast" Aerys informed her with a smirk, "And you will remain here for the time being."
Alyssa froze, "Wh-why?" she asked, "Why can't I leave? And why am I not in my own rooms?"
"Oh, sweet Alyssa" Aerys said with a smug and creepy smile, walking over to trace one of his long fingernails against her cheekbone. She had to fight to not flinch back or punch him, thinking it would only make this situation worse, "Because this child will be my secret weapon."
"Secret weapon?" Alyssa asked confused.
"I've sent word to the Eyrie, demanding Lord Arryn to send me the heads of Robert Baratheon and your other brother, Eddard Stark" Aerys explained smugly while Alyssa felt her blood run cold.
