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𓅆 ⋆˚࿔ 𓅆 They called her the 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖓 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖁𝖆𝖑𝖊-beautiful, beloved, and far too cherished by her father to be treated as a mere pawn.
Lady 𝐋𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚 𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐧, eldest daughter of Lord Donnel 𝕬𝖗𝖗𝖞𝖓 and Lady Kyra 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖐, was meant to wed Lord Oscar Tully. But fate had other plans, and death stole her betrothed before they could say their vows.
A year later, the realm is stunned when she is promised to Prince Baelor Targaryen, heir to the Iron Throne.
A political match. A future queen. A prince she was never meant to love.
Yet in a kingdom where alliances are forged with blood and broken with fire, Lysierra may discover that destiny has always had plans of its own.
Perhaps the gods took away one future because they had written her a greater one.
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Lysierra drew herself up.
"Yes, my father is your loyal subject, Your Grace. But I am still my mother's daughter." A flicker crossed Queen Myriah's face.
Lady Kyra smiled openly now. "I am a Stark woman."
"If Prince Baelor does not desire me, then I will not allow myself to be tossed around like a rag doll from one arrangement to another."
Lord Donnel closed his eyes. "Lysierra..."
"And if I ever feel that is what this marriage becomes," she continued, her voice unwavering, "then I shall return to the Vale that very instant."
Prince Maekar barked a short laugh. Queen Myriah hid a smile behind her cup.
Lysierra met the king's gaze directly. "I may not be a princess, Your Grace, and my father may not be a king like you. But in the Vale, I am treated like one."
Silence followed.
Lord Donnel looked as though he wished the floor would swallow him.
Then, unexpectedly, King Daeron laughed.
A warm, surprised laugh. "My lady," he said, "you sound very much like your mother."
Lady Kyra raised her goblet.