Chapter 34: Royal Wedding: Wild She-wolf

(1,200 words)

- Percival Bolton POV -

- Kingslanding - Crownlands - Westeros - 280 AD -

It had been somewhat evident the look Elia Martell had given me at the beginning of the ceremony.

"With this kiss I pledge my love" Rhaegar said, and I almost let out a laugh. This same guy would leave his wife to be raped and his children to be slaughtered for a teenage love.

"And I will take you for my lord and..." she said, with hesitation on her face and a complicated expression. "Husband" she finessed, but everyone had seen her hesitation. Which made Oberyn look at me angrily. And yes, the guy had already recognized me, and that was a problem.

"And I will take you for my lady and wife," Rhaegar replied.

"Then declare us husbands. One flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever" said the septon with a smile as the wedding was filled with applause. They both kissed but it was a dry and quick kiss. There was not the slightest affection in it.

After the wedding, it was time for the "feast" where there would be plenty of food accompanied by a dessert of political intrigue and socializing.

I was with my brother Roose, and a limpet by the name of Ashara Dayne. She was silently standing next to me though, looking at me the whole time. She was getting annoying.

"Milords and Miladies!" shouted Rhaegar with a smile and a cup in his hand. "I thank you all for coming to this important occasion, so.... Let the music play!" he shouted, and Rhaegar began to dance in a formal manner alongside Elia Martell.

I felt something tug at my clothes, and saw a beautiful Ashara Dayne with a flirtatious smile. I had understood what she meant. As well as I had seen how much two people were looking at her. Ned Stark and Barristan Selmy.

"A ball? Milady," I said smiling at her.

"You may have the honor, My Lord" she replied smiling mischievously, and so, we began to move all over the place as we danced in a formal and elegant manner. But my hands often touched his waist, or even went lower without any trouble at all. I swear I could see Arthur Dayne's face red with anger and embarrassment.

Having finished our dance, Ashara asked me something.

"Percy," she said to me, making an amused face at his nickname. "Will it be good to tell my brother what happened between us?" she asked me, and that was truly complicated.

"If you do there are two options" I said.

"Which two?"

"The first is that he comes and cuts me in two" I said, and Ashara's face turned grim. "The second is that he forces us to compromise," and now Ashara's expression changed to a happy one.

"So?"

"All in good time, Ashara. I still have time to stay here before I return to Essos," I told her, then turned back to my brother as Ashara returned to hers.

"Lord Eddard, Lady Lyanna" I said with a smile to the two figures conversing with my brother Roose.

"Lord Percival" Ned answered me with an uncomfortable expression. While Lyanna looked at me with a slight frown. Why the hostility?

"Shouldn't I be dancing with Lord Baratheon?" I asked Lyanna, and her frown deepened. The guy wasn't as bad as he was in the serial, but he was still fucking whores and drinking alcohol massively. Now he was into that probably.

"He's... Busy. Besides, he's just my fiancé but we're not married yet. He doesn't have that kind of obligation to me," she told me, and I could almost hear her growl. This she-wolf is wild...

"You're right, would you give me the possibility of a dance?" I asked smiling. I wanted to enjoy a good night, and talk to the she-wolf. If I could take her to bed I could brainwash her and make sure that everything happens just like in the original story, or even in a more beneficial way for me.

"I'm sorry Milord, I don't know if I can" Lyanna said to me with a smirk. I still don't understand why she's not attracted to me.

"Oh, that's a pity. I suppose I'll have to go have another.... Round, with Lady Ashara" I said in a sexually suggestive tone. Which made Ned clench his fist and look at his sister as if for help. He was in love with Ashara, and I was going to use that to my advantage if the opportunity presented itself.

"All right," Lyanna interrupted with a look full of annoyance as I pulled back.

"Oh? That's good" I said, and we both began to dance looking into each other's eyes, in our own world. Though "coincidentally", Lyanna was repeatedly stepping hard on my foot.

"Ouch" I said with a smile not caring about the pain. This was nothing in comparison.

"Are you still smiling? I didn't know you had those tendencies" she told me teasingly.

"Why?" I asked with my eyes half closed.

"What was it?"

"Your hostility toward me. We didn't know each other before, I only saw you when you were a year old, on your birthday. But nothing else."

"Your eyes."

"My eyes?"

"It's not just the color, it's what's inside them. Pure darkness and evil. It's disgusting and I don't like it. You give me a bad feeling. Add to that what I heard from Robert's brother Stannis when he was talking to one of his minions. Percival "Demon of Braavos" Bolton. He got almost all the power of the city in a few years, as he killed his competitors along with their family, while many times women were brutally raped or sold as slaves. For this reason everyone feared him and gave him that nickname. But anyone who uttered it died, so he became less popular. Now he is known as "Lord of Braavos"" the she-wolf told me with an annoyed and degrading expression. And I was surprised at all I knew, not because of her, but because of Stannis. I didn't know he had such a network of spies.

"You let yourself be guided by vain rumors?" I said, but my smile had grown wide. It was gigantic.

"Your eyes, as I told you, confirmed it to me. It's all true, isn't it?"

"So what if it is?" I whispered. "I will continue to rape the wives of my enemies while I painfully kill them. That's the path I chose" I told her smiling, and she stood still in the middle of the track. "In case it is clear, those are nothing but rumors. You shouldn't believe everything you hear little she-wolf. Just as you should pray that Robert doesn't become my enemy. Do you know what that would mean?" I said, with a smile.

"Y-you..." she said to me with wide eyes. But I simply gave her a polite smile.

"Easy little she-wolf, I can't and won't do anything to you. After all... I'm a Bolton, and we Boltons have historically been good friends with the Starks, haven't we?"

"Tch!" he clicked his tongue and then retreated from the court and returned to his family. His eyes showed a hint of fear but also defiance. Probably no one had ever been so rude and abrupt to her before. They said she was similar to Arya Stark, a woman who dreamed of being a knight instead of a lady. It only remains to wait how it develops.