The Prophecy || Baelor Targaryen

"A greater woman wouldn't beg, but I looked to the sky and said: Please I've been on my knees, change the prophecy, don't want money, just someone who wants my company. Let it once be me. Who do I have to speak to, about if they can redo the prophecy?"

Lyanne Arryn came to court with no expectations, no hopes, no story of her own to tell. Brought to King's Landing by her father, the Hand of King Daeron, she was little more than a quiet child set adrift in a world too vast and too sharp for her.

Then she met Prince Baelor.

What began as a friendship neither of them could name, turned at last into something deeper. A love, innocent and gentle.

But the world was not made for such things and even the gentlest of bonds may be torn apart. The gods often weave different fates for those who dare to love. Fates that divide, that harden hearts, that turn what once was tender into something far more bitter.

Hate.

|| Baelor Targaryen/Fem OC