CHAPTER SEVEN

"ROBERT" Robert watched her dumfounded in confusion. She watched as his neck turned a crimson red. probably from humiliation. At least he had the decency to be ashamed.

Robert made all the girls clinging to him disappear, making all the whores glare at her. Alys wanted to laugh, they had no right glaring at her, in the eyes of God Robert would be hers, only hers but she knows that Robert will not keep to only her bed.

He stared at her and awkwardly scratched his head,"I didn't know you arrived"

Alys snorted,"Obviously not"

Robert's eyes hardened as Alys said those words. She had no right. He was King, a king can do all he wants.

"Careful,"

She glared at him and turned to walk away. She wouldn't admit, but she was hurt. She had thought Robert would not dare dishonor her because of her status as a Stark and Ned's little sister. I guess I was wrong. She mentally scolded herself. Even if what Robert did hurt her, she couldn't complain, she had no right to, any man would say.

If the King wanted a mistress he could have one, without anyone saying anything.

So she walked away, keeping her tears locked in her eyes, refusing to let them fall.

She went to her chambers and quietly dismissed her handmaidens that had waited for her. She closed the door and immediately slid down the door, her head in her knees.

She cried until she had no tears left to cry.

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The wedding was supposed to happen as soon as possible. Alys had no choice but to obey the King's wishes. Robert wanted to marry was fast as possible. Alys had always imagined her wedding.

The man she loved on top of the solar, her father on her arm giving her away. Her mother, sister and brothers standing and watching proudly. But that was just not to be.

The morning was all dresses and jewelry, her handmaidens made her dress in all sorts of wedding gowns. After a long time with trying on dresses, she found the exact one she had always dreamt of wearing. It was long and white, picturing the look of the maiden.

There was selves on her arms and sparkles on the back of the dress making her glistening in the sunlight. Her veil was long, it was filled with sparkles as well, making it look like the starks on the night sky. On top of her head laid a magnificent silver crown. It was not particularly the most blinding, but it had a matured feature that Alys couldn't set her finger on.

Robert had wanted a golden crown instead of a silver one, claiming that the Targaryens wore silver and he never wanted to be those 'silver haired shits'. It was quite funny if you think about it. Robert was Rhaegar's cousin. And his grandmother was a Targaryen, and Prince Rhaegar's great-aunt.

Alys waved off the handmaidens and stood in front of the mirror. She was breathtaking, and she knew. Somehow that didn't bring pleasure on her thoughts. She never wanted to marry a man who whores around, she never wanted to marry a King, and most certainly did not want to be a Queen.

Alys felt like she was usurping the Queen-title. It should have been Elia Martell's crown. Even though not the most beautiful nor the most fertile one, she was kind and loving. She was smart and a very understanding woman. Honestly, Alys didn't know why Rhaegar bothered with her sister. Don't get me wrong, I love my sister but Elia was an angel compared to Lyanna. She should know, if Lyanna has the opportunity to be a Queen, she would refuse to do them, rather riding her horse and having a good sword fight.

The seven kingdoms would hate Lyanna if she would have been Queen.

Alys suddenly remembered that Dorne was supposed to be here. She didn't know wether they ignored the invitation, which she had no reason not to understand. A part of Alys hoped that they would come, to explain that she did not want to be Queen and take Elia's memory away.

"Alys" said a voice Alys was too familiar with. She turned around and widened her eyes. There he stood. Her love.

"Jaime"

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