harrenhal, house whent
the riverlands

alara

ALARA SMIRKED AS SHE WATCHED DAEMON FROM THE CORNER OF HER EYE. Blood was splattered across his chest plate and his silver hair was short but a few strands were left freely from his head. Somehow Daemon looked even more handsome with blood across his face and wearing Targaryen armor.

Then, Daemon finally noticed her. "Lady Alara." He addressed her, not expecting to see her before him.

Alara smirked and lowered her eyes. "Prince Daemon." She whispered almost silky. "Lovely duel, my prince. I was quite surprised you won."

Prince Daemon quickes his eyebrow, bus was not offended. "Surprised? Why my lady I thought I was your favored prince."

Alara laughed. "I only jest, my prince. I am quite happy that you won against your brother. Thanks to you winning, I won an argument amongst my companions."

"Oh? What argument, my lady?"

"That I believed you would best your brother."

Her eyes glinted. "And I believe I was quite right on my judgment."

His voice held humor. "Well then, I am glad I made you win against your companions."

Alara noticed the sword on his hands. The sword King Aerys had promised the winner of the joist. Dark Sister. Once wielded by Visenya Targaryen and Daemon Targaryen. A truly magnificent sword indeed.

Daemon followed her gaze and softened. "Do you want to hold it, my lady?"

Now, Alara's face turned confused. "Me? My prince, I am a lady."

Daemon shakes his head. "This sword was made for Visenya Targaryen, made for the hands of a woman. Why would a woman not hold it my lady?"

Alara stared at him. "I might as well hold it then, my prince."

She felt the weight on her hands and cherished the moment. It felt like an oozing power had ran through her.

But Alara soon got out of her thoughts and moved the sword for Daemon to take.

"It is truly a magnificent sword, my Prince." Alara said as she watched Daemon take the sword. "You will do it honor I am sure."

Daemon smiled. "Yes... I hope so, my lady."

Alara smiled at him and curtsied. "Forgive me, my Prince. But must take my leave."

Daemon stopped smiling and coughed.
"Yes, of course."

Alara gently smiled before walking away. But it had not been a few steps she had taken before she heard the prince's voice once again.

"I hope to see you again my lady."

Alara turned her head around while still walking slowly away. She gave him a grin before before walking away.

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A few days had gone by since the duel between the two princes. A tourney was being held before the lords and ladies began riding back to their ancestral seats.

Alara could not be more bored as she waiting for her handmaiden to get her hair done.

The days of the tourney was getting to an end, however there was still one last jousting tournament to attend.

Alara allowed to let her mind wander off to Daemon. How strong and handsome he looked. She wanted to knock some sense on all those who preferred prince Rhaegar over Daemon.

"I am finished, my Lady."

Alara looked at the maid's work.

She wore a long green dress, long sleeves with embroidered gold down the sides, the dress flowing to the ground and a deep neckline giving an appropriate amount of breasts showing.

She nodded, pleased and the maid hurried off.

She smiled as she went to sit beside her family. Their house sigil stands high in the air.

She then remembered how the tourney was supposed to be the biggest one yet. Where the campion got to name a Queen of love and beauty.

She blushed. Gods, she was truly becoming a fool. She was fawning over him.

She groaned then, when she remembered Prince Daemon was not to attend.

Daemon would not attend the jousting tourney, for he was to rest. Alara was not a stupid woman. She knew the king told the prince to not attend.

A horn was blown, and Alara knew then that the tourney was to begin.

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Alara clapped along with others when Prince Rhaegar won the jousting tourney. He had fought well, beating Ser Barristan and Ser Arthur. Alara had to admit, even she who was not quite so fond of jousting, found that it was a wonderful sight.

Everyone looked as the prince got handed the crown of love and beauty. Alara rolled her eyes as some of the ladies present nearly jumped out of their seats.

Fools.

Suddenly, it got quiet. Alara looked back at Rhaegar to see that he had went past the royal box, where Princess Elia, Rhaegar's wife sat. Even King Aerys looked shocked.

Alara felt herself not being able to hold her gasp as she watched Prince Rhaegar give the crown of love and beauty to Lyanna Stark, the daughter of Rickard Stark.

Alara looked at Princess Elia. She felt her heart break for the princess, the future queen and the mother of his child and unborn babe. She saw how the beautiful woman's heart broke.

Alara glared at Rhaegar. Gods, how she wished Daemon was the heir.

Fuck Prince Rhaegar.