"Marry someone?!" I was astounded when my father confronted me.

"I know, daughter, but this is the only way for you to stay here in the castle, with us."

"I am not ready to be committed to anyone!" I angrily whispered.

"Alexa, I need to be certain when you are safe. You are still my child, I can't let any danger come to you."

"Believe me, father. I've come through many challenges in my life and yet I'm still alive. Also, I am an adult woman, I know how to protect myself."

"You don't understand child, something is coming to you and our family. We can't risk that, we need to keep our name brave and keen."

"So this is about the name. Your grace, I don't own your name. I am your bastard child, everyone calls me the cursed one! And I've been living in that way ever since." I ranted to the king and his guards are glaring at me.

"I am fine with my little home, I am safe there, if I have to face a new difficulty, I can help myself." I walked out with furrowed eyes. I am so upset with him.

"You're disrespecting your king, bastard." The guard stopped me and I realized it was the guard who I caught kissing Rhaenyra.

"Let her be, Sir Criston. My daughter needs to think thoroughly." King Viserys ordered this pathetic man. What a wuss.

"Consider it, Alexa. I need to be a father to you." "You already made it and I cherish it, Sir."

I left the hall and continue to walk towards the exit until I hit someone since I was a big woman, the old man went through the ground.

"I am very sorry, sir. My mind was preoccupied." I apologized.

"No need to apologize, I wasn't looking at my way too." When we looked together it was no other than the Hand of the King.

"Forgive, my lord." I bowed my head to him. "Ah. The King's first daughter. Such privilege to see you again here at the castle."

"The king wants to discuss some unimaginable statement with me, but I can assure you, I will never be around here."

"The king is an honest and knowledgable man, what could conceivably you think his judgements are questionable?"

"For me to be able live here, I need to marry someone with an influential background. I mean all Westerosis knows that I am troublesome. It is a very humiliating part for me."

"King Viserys has reasons for every decision he brought about. Do you perhaps know it?"

"He said that he wants me to protect me from some God knows what. I-I'm sorry Lord Hightower, but I need to be alone for a while. I'm just tired from my long journey." I lowered my head again and respectfully dismissed myself.

-//-

Otto looked at the walking away Alexa with a little smirk on his lips again. "Father." It was Alicent. "You have a long talk with the King's First Daughter."

"Are you listening to us? How long have you been?"

"No father I just caught you two having a conversation. I saw Alexa's frustrated face. Is she doing well, father?"

"I don't think so. For all I know, her father wants to live with the royal family." Otto replied.

"Then it must be good news! She should take that chance." Alicent was so delighted.

"But it upsets the Blacksmith that she needs to marry someone noteworthy, so she can be named aside from Blackfyre."

"But... But why? I mean... What would be the reason? I think that is a very tough ambition of the king for his daughter."

"Are you doubting your King's judgments? As far as I know, you and I are not involved in the family's business. " Otto scolded his daughter and based on the girl's emotion, she was worried about her friend.

"Perhaps you want to capture the King's trust, as well as his first daughter."

"N-No. Alexa is my friend, it is just I feel sympathy for her."

"The Hightower is very loyal to King Viserys, even to the Targaryens. Our name is honourable in the whole of Westeros."

"What are you trying to say, father?" Alicent whispers.

"You wish to help your friend, right?" His daughter nodded innocently, "then you must help her. Let her fall to your beautifulness." Otto smiled while caressing his daughter's beauty.

"I-I will, father."

-//-

It was night already and I'm still wandering in Frost's den. I should not think about this, I don't wish to live with them, knowing the queen will kill me sooner or later when I'm there.

"Because I was, but I shouldn't. It is incredibly worthless to decide."

"That I should worry about." I came to Frost and pet her. "Anytime, uncle Daemon will be here. He will accuse you which you didn't do purposely. Tell me everything about that day, the day they tortured you."

This will help me to forget about my father's request.

I did what she told me. "What should I do next?"

"How? Should I think like a dragon too?"

I breathe slowly before I do whatever she is saying. I try to remember the first time I met Frost, her blue eyes, as I felt her cold blue fire breaths. Until I felt something strange.

"This is the one, your grace. This dragon will be your fate." Dragon keepers said in High Valyrian.

"The White Dragon. The fastest dragon as I have heard. But nothing compares to my dragon, Balerion." I heard nothing like my uncle. Then who is this mysterious male?

"The Prophecy said it, that dragon will lead the other dragons, whoever challenges this, will face death only." It is a woman this time when I heard. Frost was only looking mad at the keeper but I can't locate those who are talking.

"Balerion is better than this. He will conquer the Dragon's world. Balerion and I will lead the world!"

I felt it when they started to stab Frost's ribs. These dragon keepers continue hurting her, until another vision that Frost showed me.

"That dragon is a cursed one! Kill it!" I saw Uncle Daemon now, commanding his soldiers, not the keepers, to murder her. It is a little odd because Frost didn't breathe any flame. She was only screaming and pushing everyone.

"You're the way to find the Chosen One. You will locate them only when you finally breathe fire. You will lead the Dragons and the whole world, together with your only one rider."

I saw a silver-haired man, with blood on his torso, struggling in breathing. I saw a crown on his top. A very handsome king, with a broad body and a true warrior. But that day, the gods weren't on his side.

I release my hand from Frost and I was catching my air as I felt suffocated. "What... Did you... Showed to me?"

"I saw Daemon too... Did he hurt you?"

"My future and past? It is based on your point of view. Uncle Daemon was there."

"I can't understand. I told you to show me how they tortured you. You warned me about that."

"Stop! Stop with this ridiculous prophecy! I declined it! I don't want it! I want to live on my own!"

"Were you lying, when you told me that Uncle Daemon, the Daemon Targaryen, tormented you back in the Dragonstone?"

I lost my mind. I fucking denounced my uncle. He will absolutely kill me when he arrives. "How am I going to protect you, Frost?! Tell me."

"Then how?! I'm stressing out here!"

This is not happening. My whole life is already wrecked and unfixed. This prophecy makes me more horrible every single day since I met my dragon. I need more knowledge about this. I should learn this prophecy and tell it to my father, the King of Seven Kingdoms. And I can do that at the castle's well-known library.

I need to marry someone to enter the palace.