Lady of Stone

"I didn't want to marry you either!" She exploded, eyes wide and full of tears. As she approached the King in the North, one tear fell down her cheek and hit the pale fabric of her dress. "It was either marry you myself or force my sister to do it."

She looked to the both of them, a small smile on her lips. Shaking her head, she sighed and allowed a saddened chuckle bubbling past her lips.

"Lay with her Your Grace," she said as her shoulders squared. "Have her as your mistress, but I will still be marrying you. Why? You need me."