Author's Note: Hi, everyone! It has been a long time and I have finally been inspired to write once again. I hope you enjoy my latest story.

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The Princess of Summerhall

Hadrian Baratheon never expected King Robert's latest stunt. However, he is his royal uncle's subject and does as he command – to a point.

Alys Snow never expected to have a bright future. However, the wheels of fate are a curious thing and she ends up meeting a man who becomes her sword and shield.

Chapter 1

Trueborn Prince and Bastard Princess

The Lord of Winterfell read the missive again and again. His grey eyes hardened as the words formed a cold, hard truth.

His best friend and the King of Westeros was coming to Winterfell for a short visit.

Eddard 'Ned' Stark loved his shield brother, Robert Baratheon but their relationship was stained with blood of the innocent. Ned was still unable to accept Robert's decision regarding the atrocities of the past. It was one of the reasons he had not ventured south ever since the last war ended.

The main reason for avoiding Robert though knocked on his door.

Ned called out to his caller and the door opened to admit a young girl, blooming into womanhood.

Alys Snow gave her father a shy smile as she walked in. Dressed in a simple dark coloured dress, the young girl, who has recently seen four and ten summers, carried in a tray with drinks and snacks. Alys would often sit with her father after the midday meal as he worked. It was part of their routine ever since she was a child. Alys was not allowed to join the Stark children in their lessons prompting her father to bring her along and keep him company until the Stark children's lessons ended.

It did not take Alys long to realise the difference between her and her siblings. Lady Catelyn Stark, Ned's lady wife, had always made it clear that she despised Alys' presence in Winterfell. Ever since she was young, Alys had been told she was a stain on her father's honour.

Growing up, Alys had always been ashamed of existing. Her very presence was reviled in Winterfell. Over time though, Alys realised a fundamental truth – it was not her fault. A child cannot be blamed for being born. As she learned about how children came to be, she accepted that her father, the man she loved, admired and respected above all others, had sinned and she was a reminder that he had strayed from his vows. She was a reminder, not the sinner.

It was not a revelation she knew was accepted by others. Bastards have always been looked down by society even if the fault lay with the parents. Alys accepted that. She knew she was lucky. Her father had decided to keep her by his side. She never questioned his love for her. She had four incredible siblings, although now Sansa had taken to following Lady Catelyn's example and ignored Alys. Robb, Arya and Bran, however, were complete sweethearts. They were her shields against everyone else and Alys loved them all the more for it.

Alys joined her father and frowned when she noticed his slight irritation. She passed him his drink and set the snacks down before settling into a chair by his table.

"What is the matter, father? It has been awhile since I have seen you look so grave."

"It looks like the king is dropping by for a visit. There are a lot of things to do and prepare for his arrival," Ned replied with a tired smile. Alys was not fooled but she decided not to ask why her father was unhappy with the visit of his friend.

"I am sure we will be able to accommodate them comfortably, father. I am also sure you will be happy to catch up with him. It has been a few years since the Greyjoy rebellion after all."

Ned nodded and graced his daughter with a smile.

She was truly a blessed child. Ned loved his daughter with all his heart. She was a true Northern beauty though it was not obvious. Alys rarely dressed up as Catelyn never encouraged her. While Ned despaired at the hatred Catelyn showed Alys instead of him, he could not help but feel glad about it. Even without much feminine touch, Alys' natural beauty shone through and Ned had caught more than one man, suitable or not, watching his daughter. He knew he would have to give her away one day but he was not planning on letting her go anytime soon.

The day though was coming fast.

Alys had flowered a few moons ago and was now ready for marriage. However, Ned was not interested in finding her a suitable match. She was still too young in his eyes.

"I am certain things will be fine, Alys. However, let us go and inform my lady wife of this news. It is best to prepare early for the king's visit."

Alys nodded and rose to follow her father.

XXX

When he had first opened his eyes on the morning of his one and ten name day, Hadrian Baratheon thought that his entire life was a joke. He clearly remembered living and dying.

Now, he was alive again.

Memories of his past merged with his present state and Harry found himself grimacing at the world he was born in. He was born once more into the upper echelon and this time he was related to the king. A king, Harry thought in distaste, who should never have gotten his hands on the throne.

Harry thought of his parents, Lord Stannis Baratheon and his lady wife, Lady Selyse Florent, and frowned when he remembered their loveless relationship. He remembered his uncles, King Robert and Lord Renly, who were both boisterous and charming. Robert was married to Cersei Lannister and she had given him three children though Harry had not seen any one of them so far.

As the eldest and only heir of Lord Stannis Baratheon and the seat of Dragonstone, Harry was closely monitored. He grew up in a strict but fair household and in a few years welcomed his little sister, Shireen Baratheon. Shireen's birth, a miracle after a couple of miscarriages, was celebrated even though it was a simple celebration.

From her very birth, Harry doted on his little sister. He almost lost her when she contracted greyscale, a disease that would have killed her. However, his father's desperate desire to save Shireen did save her life. She was cured of the disease though part of her face would forever be marked, a symbol of her survival.

Harry had never cared about the marks on her face though their mother certainly did. As it was, Shireen would never be considered a beautiful child as she had unfortunately inherited their parents' least attractive attributes. However, she was a sweet child and she adored Harry, which made him love her all the more. Growing up, the siblings spent much of their time together and could be found in each other's presence whenever they were free.

Which made this trip all the more irritating.

Robert had called on Stannis and insisted that his brother and nephew would follow him to Winterfell. Ever since the Greyjoy rebellion, he had not seen his best friend and even then the reception had been pretty cool. Robert hoped that bringing Stannis, who Ned approved of, along would thaw the iciness of the situation. He was also very pleased to meet Harry, his only nephew, who he proclaimed loudly had the true Baratheon looks.

Harry had survived Slughorn's Slug Club and he knew that to remain on his uncle's good side, he would have to butter up the man. It was something he was loathed to do but needs must. His own charms, which he had been assured of plenty of times by the Weasleys and his friends, was dialled up to keep up with Robert. He could see his father's obvious grimace and whenever the king looked away, he would catch his father's eyes and wink.

Stannis truly did allow his son and heir a lot of room for 'personal development'.

Harry thanked every god he knew for mastering horse riding as he spent all his time on his horse. Above him, following from a leisurely distance was Hedwig, his faithful owl, who he had found the year his memories returned. It was too much of a coincidence and Harry suspected the work on a single divine entity – Death.

Truly, Harry had not suspected anything amiss after he had separated the deathly hallows. He had gone on with his life as usual until he used his wand for the first time and realised that he was holding the death stick instead of his faithful holly.

The same went for the resurrection stone. Finding them back in his care had caused him to flip and try to get rid of them but nothing worked. Eventually, he resigned himself to keeping the two extra hollows though he never used them. Harry had also kept the return of the hollows a secret from Hermione and Ron. He did not want anyone knowing about them and was content to die without using them ever again.

He did not expect to regain all three artefacts along with the return of his memories. It was only when the wand helped with stopping the progression of Shireen's disease did Harry thank Death for his gift. However, the former wizard knew better than to be free with his inborn magic, especially in a world where magic was slowly being crushed out.

Dragonstone always felt like chained magic and though Harry could feel it, it also felt oddly like it did not belong to him. Travelling along the roads to Winterfell though, Harry could feel the different kinds of earth magic and how each affected him.

"Finally! We have reached. I cannot wait to see Ned again!" the king exclaimed, ignorant of the way his words made his brother's eyes harden.

Harry looked up and stared in awe at the magical city before him. Winterfell, though not as huge as other establishments, was teeming with old magic. Harry could feel the land's magic nudging against his and testing him before welcoming him into the household.

The king's party road through the gates and stopped before a welcoming party. At the head of the party was Ned Stark, the Lord of Winterfell followed by his wife, Catelyn and their five children. Harry alighted from his horse and nodded at the help who took the reins. Around him, every did so and Harry stood by his father's side as his father introduced him to Ned Stark.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, my lord," Harry murmured with a quick bow.

"The pleasure is all mine. You have inherited the classic Baratheon looks though your eyes are different."

"Yes, the eyes are from my mother's side of the family."

Ned nodded and opened his mouth to speak when the entire courtyard heard Robert's words.

"By the gods, Lyanna!"

XXX

Alys had stayed well away from the welcoming family. Hidden behind Theon, she should not have been noticed at all. However, all hope of being on Lady Catelyn's good side vanished with King Robert's cry.

"By the gods, Lyanna!"

Instantly every eye turned towards her. Alys forced herself not to flinch or run from the stares. At her peripheral view, she could see Lady Catelyn turning stony with anger. Instead of drawing more attention, Alys bowed down lowly and greeted the king.

"Thank you for your praise, Your Grace but I am not Lady Lyanna. I have been told that I look much like her."

"Robert, let me introduce you to my daughter, Alys," Ned intervened smoothly, trying to pull his friend's attention.

Robert barely glanced at Ned. "Your daughter? Ah, your bastard! Now, I remember. Alys, is it? You truly look a lot like your Aunt Lyanna. Aye, you Starks share quite a lot of your common features. Compared to the rest of your children, your bastard looks the most like a Stark!" Robert laughed, finally looking away from Alys and grinned at Ned.

Ned Stark shifted uncomfortably and refrained from looking at his wife, who he knew was fuming. Catelyn never liked the reminder that the children she bore for him, except for Arya, barely resembled him.

"Yes, Alys has a lot of the North in her, just like Arya. Truly, both of them remind me of Lyanna."

"Yes, Lyanna. Such a pity she was stolen away from us so young. Bring me to her resting place, Ned. I want to pay my respects."

Ned nodded and guided the king to the crypts. As they walked away, the Lord of Winterfell discretely left the rest of his staff and his wife to settle the guests.

Alys watched as the two men walked away. Before Lady Catelyn could say a word to her, she slipped away and rushed back to her room, determined to keep away from everyone.

This was turning into a disaster.

XXX

"Well, that was unexpected," Stannis muttered earning a questioning glance from his son.

"Father?"

"I did not expect Stark's bastard to look so much like Lyanna Stark. At first glance, she looks like Lyanna Stark reborn."

Harry said nothing as his eyes followed the retreating figure of the young woman. His magic hummed happily under his skin and he wondered what that meant. Each of the Stark child has magic in their veins. Alys Snow though had a different sort of magic, one that was rather similar to Dragonstone.

There were rumours that Ned Stark's bastard was borne by Lady Ashara Dayne, a woman whose family descended from Old Valyria. That would explain why Alys Snow's magic felt compatible with Dragonstone.

Could be….maybe….might be…. Harry knew better than to put in any stock into rumours but the evidence seems to be piling up in that direction. He was curious if it was true but he had not had the chance to actually look at the woman before she left. Harry knew he would have the chance of looking at her later so he put her out if his mind and followed his father into the castle.

He really should not have…

XXX

"Are you insane? My son deserves better than this, Robert!" Stannis almost bellowed as he faced his drunk brother.

"Better? What would be better for him than a Stark? I will legitimise the girl, Stannis, so you need not fear anything. Long ago, the Starks and Baratheons would have been family except that damn dragon stole my bride. Today, we have the chance to bring our families back together and I will take it! Hadrian will wed Alys Stark. Our families will be joined together and the North will be more loyal to the South. It's a promising situation altogether. What more do you want?" Robert grumbled, barely looking at his brother as he filled his goblet with wine.

"What do I want? I want to wed my son to a bride of my choosing, who is not a bastard!"

"And she won't be when I legitimise her. I am done with this conversation, Stannis. Hadrian will wed Alys and he will wed and bed her here in Winterfell before we leave this damn castle. As a wedding gift, I will give him Summerhall."

Stannis' frowned deepened. "Summerhall is a ruin. What is the purpose of giving it to Hadrian?"

"Summerhall has always been an ancestral home for the Targaryens. I want to banish their memories from there. Therefore I will rebuild Summerhall and gift it to the couple. When Hadrian turns eight and ten days, he will move to Summerhall. Ned will be happy as well when his daughter has a home of her own. Summerhall is also in the Stormlands. Renly will be able to keep an eye on the young couple when they move there."

"Renly? You expect Renly to keep an eye on them? He spends his time lavishing in Storm's End!" Stannis said angrily. The seat which should have rightfully belonged to Stannis! "Hadrian is my heir! He will be taking over Dragonstone from me."

Stannis could barely stomach this latest humiliation. First, Robert gave Storm's End to their younger brother, Renly. Then, he refused to make Stannis his hand. Now, he wants to take his son and heir away from him? Stannis refused to let this stand.

"Yes, he is. And right now, he is the only Baratheon heir who can take over Storm's End. Renly has not settled down and sired his own heirs. He will need an heir to take over Storm's End. I want you at Dragonstone and you still have your daughter. Hadrian is the best option to place at the Stormlands."

This quietened Stannis. "You want Hadrian to be Renly's heir."

Robert said nothing as he finished his goblet.

"I want a Baratheon on that seat. Summerhall is also a strategic location. I will raise it from the ashes of the Targaryens and gift it to Ned Stark's daughter. The Targaryens took a lot from him too. This way, I can give something back to him. This is not a discussion, Stannis. Hadrian will wed Alys Snow. Tomorrow, I will legitimise her and the day after, they will wed. You best tell your son to be ready."

Stannis clenched his teeth and nodded. He turned abruptly and left without saying another word to his brother.

Robert almost let out a sigh.

That was one hurdle down. He had another in the shape of his friend. When Ned knocked and walked in, Robert prepared himself. He wanted Alys Snow in his family. He wanted her closer to him. She was too strong a reminder of Lyanna for him to let someone else steal her. A Baratheon and a Stark were almost married over a decade ago. He will make sure it happens this time.

XXX

Catelyn watched as Ned paced their bedroom. He was agitated and furious when he told her the king's proposal.

The mere fact that the bastard would be legitimised and married to royalty rankled but Catelyn grasped on the idea that the bastard would no longer be darkening her home. If this marriage takes place, she would be rid of Alys Snow once and for all. The girl will not be able to travel up from Dragonstone as often so she will not have to see the proof that her husband was once taken with another woman. All Catelyn wanted was rid herself of that proof.

She knew Ned will not be able to change Robert's mind, not with a proposal this good. Truly, Alys will rise above her station. Catelyn set to ensuring the wedding will take place.

XXX

'Well, I did want to see her clearer. Nothing like having the rest of my life to unravel the mystery of her mother,' Harry thought cynically as he stood at the Godswood.

It had been a week since the announcement of his marriage and Winterfell became a hive of activities, preparing for the wedding. Ned Stark had managed to obtain a week to prepare for the wedding. He did not see his betrothed even once during the week though he had met her siblings and they were very unhappy with the sudden match and wedding.

Harry did not really care about the circumstances of Alys Stark's – she had been legitimised the very next morning – birth. Having come from a world where illegitimate children were aplenty, Harry knew that the mindset of the people in Westeros was backdated and self-serving. While he understood the shame of marrying a bastard, he honestly did not care. What he did care was the lack of a long engagement and the sudden marriage.

He had not expected to get married at such a young age. He had barely lived, after all.

Around him, the Starks and their bannermen – whoever who could make it – and the royal family stood in the Godswood. King Robert stood happily, pleased that the wedding was finally taking place. Across of him, Robb Stark and his brothers looked severe, his displeasure obvious as was the displeasure of his family's bannermen. His father's men knew he was not ready to marry off his daughter – as more than one had inquired about her – and that Robert was pushing for the union. They were definitely not happy about it.

The night was cold and the torches lighting the area barely gave much warmth. The men from the south were visibly shaking while the northern men stayed still. Harry could barely see the sky from the Godswood but he could feel the power of the place. The magic of the earth was strong here and he wondered about it in awe.

A sudden hush fell over the whispering group at the sound of the approaching steps. Everyone turned to look at the entrance of the Godswood as the bride walked in with her father. At the sight of her, everyone stilled.

Alys Stark had never bothered to dress up due to Lady Catelyn. Tonight, was the first time she had done so. The women had helped to prepare her and her father had commissioned the wedding gown. It was a flattering dress made of pure white cloth, mirroring the snow around them. Despite being completely covered, it was figure hugging, showing the curves not many realised were hidden under her bigger dresses. With simple make-up and an elegant hair-do, Alys shone.

Harry gulped inaudibly at the sight of his soon-to-be wife and for once, was glad of his uncle's insistence. His bride was a stunning beauty and he had become a man worth being jealous over.

Alys walked by her father's side until they stopped before the sacred weirwood heart tree. His bride looked up and stilled at the sight of him and Harry tried his best to look encouraging. At her paling face, he sighed inwardly, hating his uncle for pushing for the wedding.

Stannis stepped in front of Ned.

"Who comes before the Old Gods this night?"

Ned answered softly but clearly, his face severe.

"Alys of the House Stark… comes here to be wed. A woman…grown and flowered….She comes to beg the blessing of the Gods. Who comes to claim her?"

Harry almost forgot to recite his lines at Ned's hesitation. He knew he saw Ned murmuring whenever he stopped but the words were too soft and no one else noticed a thing. At his que however, he stepped up beside his father.

"Hadrian of House Baratheon, heir to Dragonstone. Who gives her?"

"Eddard of House Stark, Lord of Winterfell and her father."

Stannis continued, nodding at Ned. "Lady Alys, will you take this man?"

Harry looked at Alys, who visibly took a deep breath, looked at her father's back before stepping beside him.

"I will take this man," she answered softly, her voice, though soft, carried in the silence of the night.

Ned nodded at Harry, who remembered to offer his hand to Alys. Alys placed her hand in his and the two joined their hands and knelt before the heart tree. They both bowed their heads in pray and the guests stayed silent and respectful. The northern men prayed for their daughter's wedded bliss and the soothing of their lord's heartache.

Harry heart clenched at the feel of Alys' hand in his. Her magic, though untrained, was strong and reached out to him hesitantly. As they turned to kneel, Harry wrapped his magic around hers, soothing her fears to the best of his ability. He could not do much but he could try to bring her some calm and assurance.

When the couple, without a word or a glance, stood up together, the watching group realised how striking a couple they made. Harry slowly turned to face his wife. He unclasped her maiden cloak and hands it to Ned. Then he wrapped a new cloak with the Baratheon sigil around her and swept her up into his arms.

"Finally! Thank goodness that's over," Robert exclaimed loudly, breaking the awe filled silence. The men started but no one said anything. Harry's eyes narrowed a fraction but he controlled it before his displeasure became obvious. "Now, let's feast!"

The King's men cheered and Harry caught his father's eye and gave a helpless grin. Stannis was unhappy but said nothing as the group adjourned to the wedding feast.

XXX

Alys was terrified.

Her father had promised her that there would not be a bedding ceremony. She had been so grateful but now she wondered if it would have been better to have the ceremony.

Alys stood in her chambers, which has been prepared for the wedding night, dressed in a sheer light shift. Despite covering her entire frame, it was so sheer and flimsy that Alys felt naked dressed in it. Unfortunately, it was the only shift given to her as she waited for her lord husband to come to her.

Alys did not know what to expect. While she had a vague idea, no one actually told her what to do and she did not know who to ask. Lady Catelyn had avoided being with her and the women spoke over her than to her. Old Nan was caring for the children and the septa did not even look at her. She was frightened and did not want to make a fool of herself.

The door opened after a quick knock and her husband slipped inside. Outside, the party was still ongoing and whatever merriment she could hear was silenced when he closed and bolted the door.

"Well, that was a very loud party."

Alys blinked at the sentence and opened her mouth but nothing came to her so she kept her silence, watching her husband.

Hadrian Baratheon was a good looking young man. Truly, he was like the knights in Sansa's fairy tales – tall, dark and handsome. Her siblings could not say anything truly bad about him over the past week of observation but they were unhappy about the match nonetheless.

Alys thought she could appreciate his looks better if she does not feel like she was going to throw everything up.

She flinched when he touched her hand and Alys cringed at the comments he would likely spew.

"Please Alys, please do not worry. Everything will be fine."

"I am sorry, my lord. I am fine, I promise."

"No," Hadrian said as a gentle hand grasped her chin and tilted her head up. Their eyes clashed and he held her gaze confidently. "I understand that this came as much as a surprise to you as it did to me. Nothing needs to happen tonight."

Her heart stilled in gratefulness before she remembered the conservation she heard.

"What about the first blood?"

Hadrian grinned roguishly. "Don't worry about that. Leave that to me. I will handle it. For now, I hope you don't mind if we get to know each other first."

Alys nodded hesitantly. "I would love that, my lord."

"First of all, let us put aside all formalities. You are my wife now. So please call me Harry."

"Yes, Harry. You may call me Alys."

"Thank you, Alys. Now that we have introduced ourselves, let us sleep tonight. Tomorrow, we will use our newfound privacy to get to know each other."

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Author's Note:

I hope you enjoyed reading the story. It has been a long time and I hope I am not too rusty. Please let me know what you think about this chapter. Thank you for reading. Have a good day!