harrenhal, house whent
the riverlands

alara

SHE COULDN'T HELP BUT ROLL HER EYES AT THE GIGGLING GIRLS SAT BESIDE HER AT THE LOUD FEAST. She kept telling herself that they weren't her only where there for her mother's satisfaction, in hopes to catch the eyes of a married crown prince.

Alara wanted to scoff at that thought. She gazed at the empty seat beside Princess Elia. The prince had gone off to gods know where, leaving the rest of his poor wife and daughter all by themselves.

What sort of a prince would leave his wife and child all alone up there? She could clearly tell the princess was tense and uneasy.

She simply sat there seated, a beautiful silk orange gown that hang loosely on her. Her hair was pulled up and braided, and it almost made it look like she wore a crown. Her daughter, princess Rhaenys sat on her mother's lap, head in the crock of her neck. Poor girl, she had fallen asleep.

Turning her eyes to the two other empty seats of the king and queen who had left the feast early. She had head the rumors of what the king would do to his wife, but she never wished to think too much of it.

"Oh do you see him?" Cooed Gills Fender, a thin and lanky girl at Alara's age.

Alara wanted to snap at her, but manage to keep herself. Those girls should keep their tongue off a man who was married and with a daughter.

"He is very handsome." Mary Fener admitted. "But I'd rather have Ser Jaime Lannister. He is much younger and the heir of House Lannister."

Alara almost wanted to applaud to Mary. She definitely had better taste in men then Gills. But never mind, they would never have them.

"But have you heard of Prince Daemon?" Alara turned her head towards the two girls, her interest blooming.

"Well, yes of course. They say that he is less handsome then his brother Rhaegar, but much better when it comes to sword and fighting. They even say that he could beat Rhaegar if they had a duel."

"That's not true," the girl scoffed at the others comment. "Prince Rhaegar would beat him."

"How are you so sure?" Alara spoke for the first time the conversation started. Both girls stared at the Tully girl and didn't answer. Alara raised a brow. "For what I've heard, Prince Daemon has the willpower of a dragon, and the force of Visenya Targaryen. The most fierce and strongest wielder of a sword in the history of Westeros."

"I told you Gills. You simply have to think with your brain not your eyes."

Gills let out an annoying huff. "Well, I guess we'll have to see until the tourney."

Alara nodded. "I guess we'll do."

She soon began feeling quite tired from the sleep and decided to return to her chambers.

The hallway to her chambers was dark and open, not shielding no arrow or sword from assassins. Alara could only scoff from the thought. Surely Lord Whent would have redecorated some of this?

The mood was too beautiful not to look at. The balcony let her see the small village miles away, it looked pretty. Cold wind brushed through her locks making her shiver and rub her arms. The sounds of the sea seemed to calm her so she closed her eyes to take it in.

"The darkness of the night suits you, my lady."

Alara jumped at the unfamiliar voice.

"My prince." She turned stiffly as she noticed the prince standing behind her. She could not make out which prince it was though..it was dark and the only thing she can make out is his pale skin and silver hair that glistens under the shin of the moon.

She was to shocked to say any more, hoping the prince would leave. She really had no concern in what he was trying to get out from her.

"Lady Tyrell, I presume." He stepped into the light, making Alara let out a sigh. The prince raised a brow at her reaction. "We're you hoping for my brother, my lady?"

"No! I-"

Prince Daemon chuckled, shaking his head and walking to stand beside her of the balcony. He let his hands rest on the edge, taking in a deep breath.

Alara studied him for the first time. She didn't forget what the two other dim witted girls said earlier. He truly did look more like a warrior then Prince Rhaegar. He seemed to look more boyish rather then handsome, as though a permanent smirk was glued onto his face. Nevertheless, he was truly attractive which made her understand why many gave into him.

"My apologies, I have not presented myself," he takes her hand gently and bows to plant a kiss on her knuckles. Alara gives no reaction in response, only staring at him with her head slightly tilted. "Must I say, you looked gorgeous at the feast."

Alara scoffs, rasing a brow. "Correct me, my Prince, but were you spying on me?" Her tone was teasing.

"Would you be offended if I said yes, my lady?"

Alara laughed. "And would that not be offensive to you?"

Daemon smirked. "Never my lady."

"You followed me after I left the Great Hall." She noted. "Did you mean to catch me alone?"

He didn't answer her, and she guessed he wouldn't when she put it that way.

"It's true then, what they say about you." She assumed by his body language, seeming to surprise him for a moment. "You are horrible at lying." The smallest of whispers had gone around some years ago that the prince was horrible at lying.

"If you put it like that, yes." he confirmed with a smirk. "What else have you heard of me, my lady?"

"Well if you wish me to state all names people call you,"

"Such as?"

Alara blushed. Did he really expect an answer? She had not been prepared to answer her own sentence.
"The warrior prince, the silver warrior, the silver dragon.."

He touched the tips of long mane of silver hair, shrugging as if it was not worth mention. "Well I can see why they say that." He grabbed the tilt of his sword, as if holding it makes him more relaxed.

"I had hoped they used the first title more. Perhaps me being called the warrior prince makes me more unique then my brother."

Alara leaned into the cold wall. "You do not like your brother?" But she soon realized that it was uncalled or her to question that. She had become too comfortable with him.

She shook her head. "Forgive me. That was uncalled for."

The prince scoffed and leaned into the wall. "Don't worry my lady. If anything it is more comforting that some notice my dislike towards my brother. The prince that was promised." He mocked.

Alara studied him. His hands was in a tight fist, perhaps from trying to hold his anger in front of her.

"Well, if I have any say. I would've chosen you over your brother any day."

The prince looked at her then, his head tilting in surprise. He had not been expecting that answer, she thought.

She held her breath as the prince came closer. Her back was completely against the wall now. He grabbed her waist, laying his hands at the small of her back. He didn't say anything yet said everything at the friction of his glistening eyes. He buried his head in her hair, hoping for some reaction from Alara. And she did.

"I want you." he whispered, his eyes fluttering at the smell of her hair. His fingers brushed against the back of her neck.

She turned her head so that she and the prince had their lips mere inches away. "If there is something I have known from my time here," her eyes fluttered down to his lips. "Is that we don't always get what we want."

She then detangled herself from him, talking a few steps back. She turned to walk alway but not before saying, "Until next time my prince."

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