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The heat was oppressively hot, although she was protected from the blisteringly hot sun by a roof, the heat was oppressive nonetheless. She watched, fixated on the action, as the young Dragon and the knight of the Kingsguard fought. Lance after lance was broken, but in the end, with a mighty crash and fall, Ser Barristan Selmy was unhorsed. The commons cheered for Rhaegar, as he was the champion of the common working man. 'He will make a good king' thought Ashara, 'But he has a sadness, a remorseful air about him.'. She paid little attention to the following honors bestowed upon the Dragon, as she was more fixated upon the woman, and the man to her right. Both Starks out of the cold north, the man was bearded, cold and indifferent, while the woman to her right, looked as exquisite as a winter rose, although she had a toughness about her ; she was a woman of deeds and actions. She began to talk to her brother, the Sword of Morning, but they both paused as the commons suddenly drew quiet. Rhaegar had bestowed the crown of Winter roses upon Lyanna, and not Elia, his wife. She would later recall that moment with a bitterness ; that was the day the smiles died. She seemed surprised, and for the first time she saw Rhaegar give a small smile. Elia was not pleased, Ashara noted. With muttering and queer looks at Rhaegar, the crowds dispersed, and the highborn prepared to feast...

She looked at her wine cup as she feasted at the high table. Elia and Rhaegar were not seated together, she noted, To Stark's right was Ser Barristan. A noble knight he was, she was great friends, though throughout the feast he gave her fleeting, queer looks. The northman had no such restrictions, and he gazed brazenly at her for much of the meal. Lyanna was seated to the left of Stark, Eddard was his name, she suddenly recalled. She was still wearing the crown of blue winter roses. Rhaegar was at the head of the table, and Elia was at the other end. She took a experimental sip of the wine, it was dark and strong. She drank it, drowning her doubts.

She spun in circles, laughing. Barristan and her were dancing. Barristan seemed to enjoy it, as did she. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Eddard stop dancing with another woman, Elia, and stride over towards her. "May I?". She began dancing with him, he treated her with surpassing tenderness, a quality she had not noticed in the stoic northman. They danced the whole night, her unable to let go. Before long, she was drowning in those grey eyes, soft as the mist.

She approached him later. "You dance very well" she gave him a smile "..For a Northman." He smiled back, and said. "I don't have much experience. But there is another matter I must speak to you about." Seized by a sudden desire, she went close to him and passionately began kissing him. He slowly accepted, but before long he pushed her away. "I am married. I cannot abandon my duty and my honor." Ashara fiercely responded. "Duty and honor. What of passion? I have loved you, even though I did not know it. Please Eddard, grant me this one favor" she gazed at him with those haunting violet eyes of hers. Without a word, they both knew the other accepted, and they went to bed.

This is going to be a story on Robert's Rebellion. Enjoy 