The doe and her ever-lasting fury

Chapter 1 Summary:

AU : FEM!ROBERT
Robert Baratheon isn't the firstborn son of Lord Steffon Baratheon , but instead his firstborn daughter betrothed to dragonspawn since before she could learn to talk properly..
A ward in the red keep since she was four and a lady in the makeing since she was seven , Rohainne is no stranger to getting her way.
As arrogant , demanding , entitled , charming , bueatiful and utterly consumed by hatred for Rhaegar as her cannon male counterpart Robert.
( or : Robert digs his warhammer into rhaegars chest in every universe , just metaphorically this time.
AKA robert is the bane of rhaegars suffering and eternal misery)
I'm badddd at summary but pls read

Notes:

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Chapter Text

𝐑𝐎𝐇𝐀𝚰𝐍𝐍𝐄 𝚰

The sky had not yet set as she lounge in the godswood. Peraphs the sky and sun , had stopped merely for her, Rohainne thought selfishly. Their was a faint chill she thought , in only a few moons spring would wither and autumn would rise.

The sky was still as bright as a birds song , it's clouds as pale as her cousins hair. She smiled as she heard the birds chirp , not even her cousin , Rhaegar's, could sound so pleasant on a spring day.

Though she heard many a courtiers praise it as the finest sound to grace their ears, nonsense, to her. Bookish old Rhaegar's ,playing, was far too melancholy to be enjoyed , she criticised. Ever happy to find fault in her annoying elder cousin.

Though his music was much like him , she mused, far too mournful to ever be truly enjoyed. She loathed her cousin rhaegar (though many ,like Arthur Dayne , would say it was merely a petty one-sided childhood rivalry , from her side).

She would throw herself from a tower , the day she was to wed him , she dramaticized. She had been offically betrothed to him since age six , a ward in the red keep since four and a half year. She had long grown accustomed to the red smelling keep Kings landing.

It had been a relatively-medium-length winter this season , lasting nearly two years , on the shorter side of snow season. The summer before it had been rather short too , even shorter than red haired Jon Connington , she giggled.

She knew that the smallfolk likely suffered from the short summer , but did they not always suffer?. She did not much think of the smallfolk , after all she had enough fruits and meats on her plate.

Still nothing could dower the joy of feeling the sun and sea upon her skin. She had not even been annoyed , when her silver headed betrothed , asked her for a dance that day at the King's feast.

She laughed so hard that day when the raven of spring came , rolling around in the goodswood grass for hours. Laughing so hard her belly ached , gratefull to feel the sun on her back. Dressing in a one of her dornish styles , not bothering to fix her maine of tumbling raven locks afterwards.

She had smiled so much that day , that now her plush cheeks had begun to ache. It was the best kind of ache, Rohainne decided, to ache from joy. Her vanity amused , when she thought that rhaegar would never know such a ache.

Rhaegar rarely smiled , not even in private was he generous with them. He often smiled at her though, she thought proudly. Though it seemed so strange on his face, he was prettier when he didn't smile that arrogant,beaming, blinding, lop sided -grin.

She had summarised that the reason of his so generous smiles to her was likely mockery. He likely took amusement when she got a answer of the maestar's wrong. Maybe he even tried to hide snickers of laughter , behind his ever so cool complection, she thought angerly.

How dare he mock her , did he think himself more handsome than her? She was to be the fairest maiden in the realm , when she grew up , all the courtiers agreed. Except Lord Tywin and his men , though she had never seen the light of the west, she was sure she was more comely.

Did he think himself more agreeable than her because he had more freinds? Rhaegar baerly had any freinds , infact she could only think of Arthur dayne and Jon Connington , unless you counted Richard Lonmouth and Myles mooton as freinds.

It was no fault of her own she had no companions here in the keep? She had plenty back in Storm's End her Estermont cousins and jeyne swann too. Her mother's court was full of lady's and wards , most of whom , loved her. Praising her as "the fairest doe that ever lived"

Regardless if it came to why she had no true lady companions in the Red keep , she would blame it mostly on Queen Rhaella , Rhaegar's mother.

She did not have Lady's in waiting , as future consort crown princess were supposed to have. Her aunt Rhaella , had sent all of her own away and refused to let Rohainne have her own. How must her aunt survive , she always looked as miserable as her son.

Her aunt had made a speach that day on why ,something-something , about the King and duty and saftey, she had yawned half way through.

She thought it selfish of her aunt to deny her companions , Rhaella's son, had plenty of sons of nobleman to be freind at court. Yet , he was only courteous and distant to most , boring,book-struken, had few freinds.

Ser Arthur and Jon Connington did not seem to like her very much , though on variable levels , from dislike to utter loathing. Ser Arthur always gave her disapproving , disappointed glances , as if she had broken his heart. She had concluded from thus and his short curt reply when she wished to engage in conversation with him that , the Sword of the Morning , was no admirer of hers.

He often shook his head or sighed , when Rhaegar offered to bring her a book , or walk her to her chambers, or lent her coin and bought her jewels. Even when Rhaegar wrote songs for her (however melancholic they may be) gave a pitying look their way , peraphs it was sadness brought on by the music

Jon conningtonon the other hand had a completsly diffrent deamnour to her , he outright hated her. He loathed her very being , as much as she loathed Rhaegar's. Peraphs he did it in spite of her and in defence of his stupid freind.

When the boy first came to court she had been so excited , he was a from the Stormlands and freind to her father, he would be a freind. Yet, it seemed the furey-headed boy with the broken nose , much preffered Rhaegar to her.

She felt a twinge of envy towards her cousin , was Jon not supposed to be her freind , she was just as comely as rhaegar and was much more pleasant company. She even rode and hunt , all the hobbies that the red headed liked , why couldn't he be her freind?

Though she soon let go of that weave of thought as she lay in the shade of the heart tree mind wandering to Rhaegar's other freinds.

She had like Richard and Myles , they were ever so agreeable to her. Unlike his other , older, freinds such as Arthur Dayne and Jon Connington. Lonmouth and Connington were both fellow Stormlander's and Bannermen to hers father.

She had even played a game of "court the lady" with Myles and Richard , even the younger robar Royce and joined the gamem. Though only on the promise that they all swear to the gods , old and new , to never tell anyone. They ran in rings trying to be the fastest , the one who fell from dizziness , lost. The prize was a peck from her lips for the winner of her little game .

When she tried to invite the red-haired Connington he only coloured a furious red , as bright as his hair. Scolding her and fibbing to Rhaegar and her father , though kindly not telling the king. She had lost her allowance for three moons afterthat and even Rhaegar hardened though only for a moment towards her.

Even her aunt Rhaella heeard, lecturing her on the importance of virtue and integrity for a lady. She had been on a tight boat with her septas for two weeks , until everyone , including RAT-egar forgot.

Though he eventually thawed , after half a day , letting her use his allowance , to buy things herself trinkets of jewellery and gowns without complaint. He even complimented her new hawk , bought with a loan from him that she had no intention to pay back and still doesn't.

A few moons after that , just after her thirteenth nameday , she had kissed Richard under the weirwood tree , forgetting the previouse lectures. She had sat straddling his lap as his hands wandered from her hair to up her skirt.

She had allowed his hands to wander and lift up her skirts , unfastening her dress , until she was left only in her small clothes and corset. He had fumbled desperately at the ties of her corset until she did him a favour and did it herself.

They both had blushed the deepest shade shade of crimson , as they fumbled with laces and ties trying desperately for more skin to skin contact. Her pale skin flushing a deep pink , as she kissed him desperately with fever.

Their kisses had been sloppy and inexperienced , trying to figure out how to work their mouths into one another. She had baerly noticed how quickly they had undressed , under the gods sacred tree . Until they were skin to skin , ad bare as their namedays.

She had taken a moment to gasp at him in wonder , before he sheathed himself inside of her. He had been fast and rough with his rhythm , not takeing a moment to let her adjust. It had only taken a moment for them to both come undone , under the heart tree.

They had basked in the afterglow , faces flushed and bare as babes. Richard every the honourable Knight had suggested running away to elope. It was only until she reminded him of the thin thread of the Kings sanity , did he calm.

While Richard was handsome and as lively as she , he was only a Bannermens son. If he suggested it only a week ,before, she would have gladly agreed and even kidnapped the seoton to elope. How bueatiful would it have been , Richard , her lively bridegroom and she his stunning bride to be.

Yet , only seven days prior she had seen the king burn a newly-weded common landed Knight and his bride , on the night of their consumption. For the common girl had dareed to refuse the king of his right of the first night , on her wedding day.

Never mind that the traditon had long been abolished and made unlawful , since the days of King Jaehaerys the first and his good Queen Alysanne , for nearly 132 years.

The bridegroom had been burned alive , in public ceremony so his lady wife could watch. The burning only stopped when the poor Knights bones had become chared ash along with his screams. The king had forcefully taken the bride before burning her alive also , stating it was his right.

She had shuddered to think what he might do to her and Richard , if he found out she had been dishonoured before her wedding day with his son. She was a great Lords daughter , he may likely at most make her convert her life to the faith .

Her Richard was no son of a great Lord , nor a bannermen of much importance. He would likely be burned alive as she watched , she had nearly puked at the wretchedness of the thought.

Still Richard had promised her that if her betrothal to Rhaegar was broken , he would steal her away and make her his bride that very same night. She had smiled , amused by such a hopeful dream , kissing his cheek as they dressed and ran to their own respective chambers. The cloack of night so dark that surely no one could have seen them.

Since then she had beded many a Knight , such as , myles mooton , and even a minor lannister cousin named lanttecet, a squire of lord tywins. He had sworn to her on the old gods and new that he would never tell anyone.

Even if he did , who would belive him ? Her father would not , likely coming to his only daughters defence , so would her mother. Everyone and the king would agree that the boys words were lies , scripted by Lord Tywin Lannister.

Everyone would agree on her innocence and say this was just another minor lannister cousin trying to gain favour with Lord Tywin. By attempting to smear a good lady's name , in order to break the betrothal , so the prince may wed his leiges daughter , Lady Cersei.

Everyone knew how much Lord Tywin coveted a match between his daughter and the crown prince. He had advanced for it infront of the court in the past. It would do no harm to her or her reputation , she thought, satisfied.

She quickly stopped thinking of the lannister boy and it's consequences , as she realized nothing bad could truly happen to her and her family from her fun with him.

As her mind drifted from her thoughts to the sky she realized it was far too late and time to be heading back inside the keep. For the sky had gone as dark as a fresh greiving widows gown , she reluctantly began to dustoff her dress .

She felt a dribble of rain begin , too distracted with not getting her gown wet , she tripped. Her body landing on the hard grey stones of the godswood, dress now muddied , as the rain began pouring. She had momentarily rejoiced in the light rain and quiet of the late evening finding it pleasant.

Yet, now she cursed the gods for her dressed had ripped , and her knee scraped. She had wanted to cry and run to her mothers arms (though she knew it to be ridiculous for such a occasion). Stags did not cry , and she was the mightiest stag of all Storms end.

What was a few ripped seams of her dress, and a sum mud on her. She was born beside shipbreaker bay , she had not be cowed by the lightest storms of Storm's End. What was a little water to ruin her day?

She still remembered being baerly four on her mother's knee watching as the storm broke ship after ship. Devouring sailors, merchants and envoys alike that night as merciless as the gods. That night imports from the Reach were to be imported to Storms End , yet eachone sank like the sailors.

None survived that faithfully night at shipbreaker bay , the maestar had sworn that he had seen no signs of a storm. Why would he? It was the middle of a green summer , even the stormlands rarely had storm without much wind.

She wondered if stannis remembered the memory , likely not she baerly remembered it , herself. Being only four when the storm happened , only faintly remebering it as one of her first memory's.

Stannis had been two and eight moons ,according to mother, when the incident happened. It would be a miracle if he did remember something so young. Her brother had been in the vale for two years now , she wondered if he thought of her ever.

She missed Stannis , though the seven would have to torture her to get her to admit it (or maybe just make her spend more than a hour hearing her cousin drone on about prophecy , both were equal in agony). Still she often wrote to her grim and dour brother , she wondered If spring had also arrived in the Eyrie yet.

She may not like Stannis but their were few people to talk to in the Red keep , she found herself , pathetically, lonely. She could either go to the Sept , stich and read scripture with aunt Rhaella's septas , or talk to Rhaegar. She didn't know which one would have her clawing out her eyes in boredom faster , probably Rhaegar.

She grabbed onto a tree , getting up quickly , dusting off her dress again and fixing her hair. She ran as fast as she could avoiding the tricky steps.

She quickly ran up the stairs of the red stone walls , desperately hiding her face from any onlookers. Though to her satisfaction their were none , not even any chamber maids.

She had used the secret passageway Rhaegar had shown her once on one of their walks , a new one he himself had discovered , wanting to show her. The same one she used when meeting with Richard.

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Chapter 2 Summary:

Arthur Dayne and his experience.

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Chapter Text

Arthur had joined the king's guard at only nineteen , thinking himself ready for anything. He was atill young when he joined , imagining himself to be ,Ser Ryam Redwine, valiantly protecting a good King and his family.

He had know that he would have to forsake Starfall for it , and he did. Lordship did not suit the Sword of the Morning , it never had. His brother had been the bookish one , every good with numbers. He would make a fine Lord of Starfall , if only he were the elder .

He would have to give up all ; titles , lands , family , and dreams of a wife and children , to join the brotherhood. For then on , he would have no brothers , other than his fellow Kings guard , no sisters.

He would bo longer be Arthur Dayne , heir to Starfall , son of the Lord of Starfall. He'd rise as Ser Arthur Dayne , a Knight of the Kings guard. No father , but the father above.

Yet , the promise of joining and good and honourable brotherhood bound by blood and oath , had been his boyhood dream. To join an order of the greatest knights who ever lived , protecting and defending the seven kingdoms and it's King , was it not a just and good cause , he thought.

He would not have to forsake everything completely , he thought . He knew Prince Lewyn Martell of Dorne , uncle to his childhood companions , Oberyn and Elia , still wrote home.

It was said the Dorneish Prince still occasionally visited Sunspear , while travelling on the king's missions. He himself had only seen the Prince once before , at a feast in the Water gardens nearly 10 years ago.

Some even said that the Dorneish Prince kept a lover , a handsome man , kept at the hill of the Red keep. For the Kings guard vows stated "no wife , and children" , it did not state lover.

He had contemplated the idea before finally deciding that the next time he return to Starfall , he would be a brother of the Kings guard.

His brother would be Lord of Starfall , and Ashara , hand maiden , to the Princess of Dorne. They would not feel his lack too greatly , he had thought.

After all , who knows Ashara could come and live in court with him.
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The night he had been appointed , had been the greatest night of his life. He had won the tourney and crowned his sister , a fifteen year old Ashara Dayne, as his Queen of love and bueaty. His brother had patted him on the back congratulating him , staying a extra night in King's Landing just to watch the ceremony.

He had remembered being knighted , but this was much grander. Their was a septon , and the king himself and his heir attended. Even Queen Rhaella , as pale as ever, and her ward , the Lady Rohainne Baratheon , the prince's ward had come to the celebration. The entire court had been lined watching him become the Kings guard. One of the younger ones in a generation , only nineteen going on twenty.

He was a man grown , but under the shean of celebration , his light airy smile made him younger. He looked the same as when he was a both of fifteen swearing the vows of knighthood again.

In front of the old gods and new , as the court watched , ge kneeled. He briefly glanced at his sister , Ashara , talking to the red viper and Lewyn Martell.

He had steadied himself , brows furrowed I'm concentration , as the septon came. Today he would be the Sword of the Morning , brother of the Kings own guard.

He felt the unease , most men felt at their weddings . Just like marrige , Kings guard vows were for life , forever bounding you're loyalty to one. Though he thought his marrige to the Kings guard , would be happier than most.

His eyes fixed on the septon , as he dipped his fingers in seven oils.

He had been annointed with the seven holy oils , even though certain rhoynish houses had their own gods , thankfully Arthur was not apart of them. He had kneeled infeont of the Iron throne and it's King , swearing his vows to the brotherhood.

The king himself had placed the sword on his shoulders , a replica of the ancient sword , Blackfyre. It had felt like cold steel , heavier than Dawn. As if the weight if the vows , truly pressed upon him.

As he arose , he found looks of pitty thrown at him from the White bull and Barristan the bold. Even Jonathan darry fave him a smile , that seemed to speak he believed Arthur foolish. The rest , like Lewyn Martell , had given him shifty looks and awkward pats on the back

Why would they look at him such , was he not their brother , of blood and vow , now. He had understood later that night , the youngest always takes patrol , infront of the Kings chamber.

Tradition had demanded that the youngest Kings guard take the night shift , with his brothers, protecting the King. He had followed the White bull and Ser Barristan , almost boyishly, as he was led to guard the King. Like a lamb eager to see blood.

He had been forced to take watch , as the king raped the Queen. He could not bear it , was he not to intervene. When he tried to open the door , Ser barristan had merely told him to sit. He had looked into his eyes , hand gripping his shoulder ,tight.

"This is the cost of you're oath ,boy, we serve the King no matter what he does" he had told him.

He had heard the screams , night after night. The poor Queen Rhaella begging for mercy , what sort of coward was he to not help? Was this the cost of the Kings guard , to forsake you're oaths as Knights?

Yes he knew of the lath to obey the king , no matter what, but what of the oath to protect all those who could not defend themselves ? He had nearly spiraled , unable to look a Queen Rhaella , without his head ducked in shame.

He had been finally put out of his misery , a month in , by Ser Barristan. He had assigned him to guard the prince , a quiet boy of only thirteen , 5 years his junior.

He had made fast freinds with , Rhaegar , finding him a much worthier King to serve than his father. The prince was , intellectual , thoughtfull , though oftentimes melancholic. He had grown quickly from green boy to a man grown of age.

Rhaegar did not much take to the sword , he liked singing. Fond of the harp and books , rather than sheild and sword , he was a scholarly Prince.

He had once confided in Arthur that he felt the burden of being the only son and that he did not think his father wished him heir. Though it took moons to draw this confession out , after months of silent melancholy.

That day Arthur had chosen to ignore the vow of forever obidence to the King , instead swearing to be his sons Knight.

He was not forsaking amy vows ,for, Rhaegar was the future King -to -be. Was it not better to serve a wise , and king Crown Prince , than a mad King ? He knew Rhaegar would be a good King , in his bones he did.

His freind was quite intelligent , aways having one head buried in a scroll. Though bookish was not the preffered quality in a king , better bookish than mad. He had sworn to serve the royal family in it's whole , and he'd much rather serve Rhaegar , for he was king to be.

To further add to Arthur's belief in this, the prince had begun training , a year after they met.

At fourteen he was considered quite old , to just begin training , yet Rhaegar was rather determined at this. Their was a fire lit in his eyes , that Arthur had never seen before. It had burned as bright as the Dornish sun , that day.

"It seems I must learn the sword if I am to be a warrior to defeat the night" Rhaegar had said

Since age twelve he he believed himself to be the princed that was promised. Though never truly understanding what it would take. Until he found a old tome about light bringer and the long night. He must be a warrior too, if he was to defeat the long night.

. His eyes misty , body posed as if ready for conflict. He had looked a true dragon that day, like the king's of old.

He had given it his all , even going so far as to wake up at three in the morning before the sunrise , let alone people awoke . He had wanted to train early , where no one would see. Arthur assumed it was because of the Prince's shyness , not wanting prying eyes around him as he learned.

Though it could be , it would be embarrassing for people to see him learn the sword , at fourteen instead of four. It would not do well for his vassals to see their leige baerly able with sword and sheild.

He himself had picked up his first sword and begun fighting at eight years old. While men like the red viper , have had , spear in hand since age five. Even Brandon Stark is reputed to have killed his first man , 4 years ago , at age ten.

Since then they had been training ,day after day. For if would not do well for men , to see a crown prince vested round after round. They would begin training on the training field in appropriate hours after Rhaegar learnt some of the basics.

They had trained for nearly three hours , until Rhaegar had finally relented to rest. The prince had ripped the blood off is lip, and thanked Arthur.

He had studied in the lance too , takeing it like a duck to water. After just 2 moons of training , he managed to un-horse Arthur in only four tries. He had a lean body but enough strength to hold onto his horse , a good form for jousting.

Though that often ment nothing in war , a loose hair , a small river , even a tilt of the wind , could determine the winner. Still Rhaegar would never weird any warhammers , instead his best option was the Bastard sword.

Rhaegar had been quick ,very quick, to learn. He raerly repeated the same mistake , though he lacked the strength of most warriors. Rhaegar's strength lay in speed and precision , rarely missing a mark.

The prince was a bueaty, anyone with eyes could see that , many a maiden wanted him. Arthur understood it properly in that moment when , Rhaegar smiled at him exhusasted , hair wet with sweat.

Rhaegar's smile was a little lopsided , his hair messy and sticked to his forehead. He had shaken Arthur's hand , congratulating his victory.

This is what a king was supposed to be , Arthur thought. Courages , and kind , open hearted , generous , Rhaegar would be a brilliant monarch , certainly better than his father.

Rhaegar had made it a consistent part of their routine now. Ever determined to best Arthur , either at lance or sword. The prince had progressed becoming , faster and swifter in his attacks.

After these spars , he often confided in Arthur. The Prince rarely showed his emotions , seldom what he was thinking. Though it seemed these training sessions ,and the tiredness that came with it , collapsed some of his barriers.

They had been training like this for nearly a year now , his twenty first birthday passing and Rhaegar just having had his fifteenth.

He had spoken of his great destiny , a long night was to come. He had told Arthur that he believed himself "the Prince that was promised". Peraphs that was the reason for his melancholy , a great burden on his shoulders.

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Arthur was no blind man nor was he oblivious, he would see the way ,his freind, Rhaegar looked at Rohainne

. He had found that Rhaegar ,for all his bueaty , rarely talked to ladies. He had been Rhaegar's sword sheild formerly a year now , and despite being neatly a man of fifteen , he had never frequented a brothel. While odd , it was a good quality in a man for him to stay loyal to his beloved.

No matter his dislike for the Lady Baratheon , he could not deny she would be a great bueaty. At only thirteen she had great tumbling locks as dark as a ravens , that would make many a maiden weep in comparison.

She was a fine girl no doubt , with her doe like blue eyes. She was rather tall too standing at five foot 'seven , a rather tall height for a maiden not yet sixteen.

She was generous enough , gifting servants extra coins. She delighted in music , though did not seem to like Rhaegar's. She even tried to befreind Rhaegar's freind , Jon Connington , though the attempt failed.

She was courteous enough to Arthur ,himself, and even complimented his sword ,Dawn, on numerous occasions.

Yet , Arthur found it hard to like her , infact he quite disliked her.

What use was her bueaty if she was so utterly ugly on the inside. She always delighted in hurting Rhaegar , makeing japes at his expense.

She delighted in teasing his freind , often playing with his emotions. She would kiss him on the cheek , then say that she wished she was unbetrothed not in the Red Keep.

She had once , two years ago, personally and Arthur could swear purposefully, plucked the strings from Rhaegar's favrioute harp. She had taken out the harp strings , and replaced it with sewing string. One day when she was mad at her septas , takeing it out on Rhaegar.

Rhaegar had been quite heart broken , he may not have shown it , but Arthur knew he was rather saddened over the destruction of his favrioute harp. It was gifted to him by his mother , on his tenth birthday

It took no real effort to figure out the culprit , only one person in the Red Keep was so petty and bold. Arthur could admit that it took a certain level of boldness to do such a thing to the crown Prince.

The lady herself had confessed almost instantly , rather proud of herself
Still Rhaegar had taken it with a grace , he had not expected. He had merely asked that Lord Steffon's daughter would kindly not do such a thing , again. He had even tried to defend Rohainne to his father , saying it was a accident (even though it clearly was not , Arthur thought).

The Prince's betrothed seemed to calm down , and even express a hint of guilt , once finding out it was a gift from his mother. She had even went out her way to gift him a new one , crafted in a exact replica by the best harp makers in the city.

She had even ducked her head down , muttering a apology. The Baratheon girl rarely apologised , Arthur doubted she ever did. Still the apology seemed somewhat sincere , as she quickly ran off , the tips of her ears flushed.

Rhaegar solemn as ever , had a faint hint of a smile as he looked upon the newly crafted harp.

The relationship between the crown Prince and his betrothed was a strange one. For what Arthur knew , Rhaegar was quite infatuated with Rohainne Baratheon. Atleast he liked her quite alot.

He woke up early , neatly thrice a week ,not just for training but to pick her favrioute flowers. The lady once complained , that their were no storm lilies (a somewhat rare flower , mostly found in the Stormlands) in the keep. Stating them as her favrioute sort of flower , from back home.

Since then Rhaegar had ridden out , nearly every morning, riding out for a hour outside Kings Landing. Near a secluded forest one of the rare ones that grew grey storm lilies.

He had even planted some near her chambers , putting the flowers beside her bedside , nearly thrice or four times a week.

Though he could not deny , they undoubtedly made the Lady happy , she had never thanked Rhaegar for them.

Whenever he brought them , she would often braid the flowers into her hair , or have them dried and thread into her dress.

She often bathed with the flowers , once the scent was about to die and grew dry , putting them in her bath. Peraphs to remind her of home , it was likely she bathed with them back at Storm's End , they were somewhat common their , Arthur thought.

Though whenever he mentioned this fact , Rhaegars ears would go pink and his cheeks a rosy colour. His freind was as shy as a maiden it seemed , though Jon Connington seemed to scoul when he overheard this.

He rembered the excitement of the Baratheon girl , when Connington came to court. She was likely eager to have a freind in someone who had visited Storm's End and was a fellow Stormlander.

Arthur himself liked it when a Dorneish man was brought to court , they could could bond over life in the region.

Yet Jon Connington did not seem very taken with the Princess , he had rolled his eyes when she kissed his cheek. Face growing flushed , from what looked like disgust. The girl had attempted to befreind him multiple times , before eventually she grew tired and insulted.

While he himself was no fan of the lady princess - to -be , he found Connington's immediate hate or over dislike of her strange

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