[King's Landing]

In the opulent throne room of King's Landing, King Robert Baratheon sat upon his heavy iron chair, his weight straining the steel frame. He was a man of few words, preferring to let his actions speak for him, but, in the bustling city of King's Landing, whispers began to spread like wildfire through the streets. Rumors of a young girl with uncommon features had been spotted in the distant land of Dorne. She was said to have skin as golden as the desert sand, hair as silver as the moon, and eyes that shone like amethysts. The people of the capital were abuzz with speculation - could there have been a third child of Prince Rhaegar and Princess Elia?

Either way, she was a comely child, to be sure, but one who could potentially threaten his rule if she were to lay claim to the Iron Throne.

If this child truly existed, if she was indeed the daughter of Rhaegar Targaryen and Elia Martell, then she posed a threat to his reign. The last thing he needed was another claimant to the Iron Throne, another spark to ignite the flames of war that still smoldered beneath the surface.

There were still those who referred to him as the "Usurper", who would love to see a Targaryen restoration to the Throne.

King Robert Baratheon, still reeling from his victory over the Targaryens, couldn't help but feel a twinge of unease at the news. He had believed that the Targaryen line had been extinguished during the sack of King's Landing, with the except of two children who now resided in Essos, when his loyalist forces had aided him in his quest to retrieve his betrothed, Lyanna Stark.

Determined to get to the bottom of the mystery, Robert called upon his master of whispers, Lord Varys, to gather information on the supposed child. Varys, known for his cunning and resourcefulness, set out to gather intelligence from his vast network of spies and informants across the Seven Kingdoms.

As the days passed, reports began to trickle back to King's Landing, each one painting a more intriguing picture of the young girl. Some claimed she possessed magical powers, while others spoke of her unparalleled skill with a sword. Despite the conflicting accounts, one thing was certain - the girl was said to be alive, and growing stronger by the day.

"Tell me more of this girl," he commanded.

Varys bowed low, his voice dripping with deference. "My lord, I know little of this girl, save that she is named Alysanne and said to be the daughter of Prince Rhaegar and Princess Elia Martell, born near the end of your Rebellion. It is claimed that she has been hidden away in Dorne, protected by the Martells and their loyal bannermen."

Robert scowled, his mind racing. If this girl was indeed Rhaegar's daughter, then he could not simply have her killed. Doing so would risk inciting war with Dorne, and Robert knew that his army was still recovering from the long and bloody conflict against the Targaryens.

Not to mention, Dorne already held a deep-seated resentment towards him and especially towards House Lannister for their part in the deaths of Elia and her two children, Rhaenys and Aegon.

"Find out everything you can about this girl," he ordered Varys. "I will not have my rule threatened by some pretender to the Iron Throne."

Varys nodded, his thin lips curling into a smile. "As my lord commands," he replied, before bowing once again and withdrawing from the presence.

Robert leaned back in his chair, his thoughts consumed by the mystery of the girl with the strange eyes. He knew that he must tread carefully, for the fate of the realm hung in the balance.

The king retired to his chambers, his thoughts consumed by the prospect of this mysterious girl. His wife, Queen Cersei, had also heard of the rumors and was waiting for him in their private quarters. She could see the concern etched on his face and knew that he was deep in thought.

"What's this I hear about a girl with silver hair and purple eyes?" Cersei asked, her voice laced with a hint of unease.

"It's true," Robert replied, his voice low and measured. "There are whispers that she is the daughter of Rhaegar and Elia. If that's the case, we cannot risk harming her. Dorne would not take kindly to such an act."

The mention of this mysterious child sent shivers down Cersei's spine. If she truly was Rhaegar's daughter, then she posed a threat not only to their children but also to their hold on power.

Cersei's eyes flashed with anger, but Robert could see the calculation behind them. She knew as well as he did that their marriage was not one of love, but of duty - a fragile alliance between two powerful houses meant to secure peace in a realm torn apart by war. And duty came first. "We can't let her live," she said, her voice dripping with venom. "We can't let this child be a threat to our family. We'll need to find her, and... take care of her. She's a threat to our children, to their claim on the throne. We must eliminate her, before she becomes a problem."

Robert's thoughts were consumed by the possibility of this girl being a challenger claimant, and the potential threat she posed to his own children, Joffrey, Myrcella, and Tommen. He knew that if he were to have her killed, it would risk sparking a war with Dorne, a war that he was not prepared to fight.

Else they find themselves in another Dance of Dragons; only, this time, between dragons and stags.

The weight of his crown, both literal and metaphorical, seemed to be crushing him.

It wasn't as though he set out to become King when he began his rebellion. All he wanted was his Lady Lyanna.

Alas, the Gods are cruel, and ripped her away despite his victory.

His wife was not a very pleasant women, not like Lyanna would have been, but no one could deny Cersei's fierce protectiveness of Joffrey, Myrcella, and Tommen – her lion cubs whom she guarded with a lioness' ferocity. She was a lioness in every sense of the word when it came to safeguarding their future, and knew that any hint of danger to them must be dealt with swiftly and decisively.

The thought of another war weighed heavily on him, despite his love for battle and conflict. He was a born warrior.

"No woman has successfully sat upon the Iron Throne," Robert mused aloud, despite knowing that Alysanne's mere name was enough to rally Targaryen loyalists to her cause, if she chose to press her claim for the Throne. He could not allow another rebellion to rise up against him.

It was true. According to history, no woman had sat the Iron Throne.

Alysanne's very existence posed a dilemma for them both. Her name alone held enough power to rally Targaryen loyalists to her cause if she chose to push her claim to the Iron Throne.

Though, men in Westeros were not keen on being ruled by a woman; history had shown them that much. The memory of Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen—the only woman who had ever sat on the Iron Throne, known as the Half-Year Queen—had been tarnished and written out of history in favour of her usurper half-brother – meaning the stakes were higher than ever.

Cersei's gaze hardened at his words. "We cannot let this girl threaten our children's future," she insisted.

Robert sighed heavily, torn between his love for war and fighting and his desire to avoid unnecessary conflict. He knew that if Alysanne pushed her claim with Targaryen loyalists at her back, another war would be inevitable.

The fate of Alysanne hung in the balance as they discussed their options late into the night. Should they risk another war by allowing her to live? Or should they take drastic measures now before it was too late?

Only time would tell which path they would choose – one paved with peace or one soaked in bloodshed. And as dawn broke over King's Landing, casting shadows across the city streets below, Robert Baratheon grappled with a decision that could change the course of history forever.