𝐀𝐥𝐲𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐲
𝟸𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑀𝑎𝑒𝑔𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠
ISFP
Slytherin
Chaotic Good
Sagittarius Sun, Pisces Moon, Leo Rising
Trigger Warning: mentions of stillbirth, torture, blood, violence and death.
Alys Harroway was a noblewoman from House Harroway, her father Lucas Harroway was the Lord of Harrenhal who became the Hand of the King for Maegor after the marriage between Alys and the King.
Alys had at least four other siblings, but she was very close to her two sisters Jeyne and Hanna. In 39 AC, Dowager Queen Visenya performed a Valyrian wedding ceremony on Dragonstone between Alys and Maegor. No other septon would do it, and King Aenys did not know of Maegor's decision.
When Aenys found out, he was furious as was the rest of the realm. Soon Alys became known as "Maegor's Whore." With nothing but anger in his heart, King Aenys gave Maegor an ultimatum; rid himself of Alys or go into exile for five years.
Maegor chose the latter option. In 40 AC Alys left Westeros for Pentos, accompanying Maegor in his exile.
Two years later, Aenys had died.
Dowager Queen Visenya flew on Vhagar to bring Maegor back to Westeros, however, when they returned to King's Landing, Maegor faced the Faith Militant who had risen in rebellion against Aenys the year before.
Maegor fought seven Warrior's Sons in a trial of seven and won, but fell into a coma. And after twenty-eight days, Alys returned from Pentos. She brought Tyanna of the Tower and six hundred sellswords with her.
Tyanna was rumored to be Alys' lover.
Some months later, Maegor took Tyanna as his third wife, with Alys presiding over the bedding ceremony. She joined Maegor and Tyanna on their wedding night.
Five years after their marriage, Alys became pregnant.
Grand Maester Desmond had Alys confined to her bed. She was cared for by two septas, a midwife, her sisters; Jeyne and Hanna as well as Queen Ceryse and Queen Tyanna (on the orders of Maegor).
Tragedy struck when Alys went into labor after only three months. Bleeding heavily, she gave birth to a stillborn child who was, "eyeless and twisted."
Maegor had those in charge of Alys' care executed, sparing only her sisters (and the Queens).
After the deaths, Queen Tyanna told Maegor that he had been lied to. That the child was not of him, but the result of Alys's 'many affairs.' Tyanna told Maegor that Alys was scared of not giving him a healthy son, due to the "old, embittered, and childless Queen Ceryse." She did not want to be like her.
According to Tyanna, Alys pleaded for her father's help and he gave it. So, on the nights that Maegor was sharing a bed with his other queens, Lucas sent men of confirmed fertility to Alys's chambers.
Immediately Maegor refused these claims, but Tyanna gave him a list of twenty names as proof...The men were tortured, done so in secret as to not alert Alys and her father. Apparently all but two confessed.
One night, Queen Alys was dragged out of bed by the Kingsguard, and her two sisters were killed trying to defend her. Their father was pushed off of the Tower of the Hand. And Alys's brothers, uncles and cousins were put on spikes.
And yet the young Queen received the worst death. She was given to Tyanna. It took a fortnight for Alys to die. All the while she endured agonising torture, with Maegor present. After she died, her body was severed into seven parts and mounted on spikes above the seven gates of King's Landing.
Soon after, Maegor went to Harrenhal, where House Harroway resided. He killed everyone with even a drop of Harroway blood. He continued until House Harroway was no more.
Four years later, Queen Tyanna confessed she had poisoned Alys and the babe in her womb.
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Lap 2
Peppino picked his way quietly through the dark room. Every nerve jangled like a string of bells. Just a little-a more, Peppino. You've-a got to be getting close-a to the top! He was terrified, but he refused to let Pizzaface destroy his pizzeria. It was all he had left.
He clutched his head. All this stress is-a giving me headaches! In fact, he'd even gotten a few nosebleeds on the way up. At least the thought they were nosebleeds - they were the right color, but they were oddly thick. That-a can't be good. Is-a this place doing something to me?
He creeped through the shadows. Considering how threatening the Tower had seemed, it had been surprisingly empty. Very few inhabitants, every door open. Half the lights were off. He'd just strolled in and made his way through. It-a feels... abandoned. Every path had looked like a bulldozer had been through it. Every inhabitant he'd seen had run away and hidden, clearly terrified. Here on the fourth floor, though, there had been more. Those creepy clones had been everywhere, infesting the place like roaches. He whimpered at the memory of them. Hopping-a around like frogs that look-a like me! He'd run them down, of course - he had no choice. It was them or him. But he'd wanted to scream the entire time.
He crossed through another open gate, this one with a caricature of his face on it. That's-a not ominous at all... wait, what-a the hell is this? On the other side was a run-down parody of his pizzeria. All over the walls were scribbles and drawings of his face, and his name. Peppino, Peppino. I'm Peppino. On the wall was a grotesquely accurate drawing of himself.
It took everything he had not to turn and run right out of the Tower.
Suddenly the door slammed shut behind him. He shrieked and leapt forward, landing in a crouch. On the wall behind him was some sort of creature. Another-a clone! But this-a one's bigger and nastier! It dropped to the floor, dripping and oozing. It struggled to stand - it looked like it was having trouble staying together. It finally stood, well over seven feet tall. It wobbled and wiggled, like jelly. No, dough. It's-a made of dough. It's expression was terrifying - the look of rage was clear even through the distorted features. It shook and quivered, then roared at him.
"GIB UT BUG!"
It lunged, trying to grab him. He leapt away, desperately trying to avoid it's hands. He spun and ran, but found he was trapped in the room with it. Il cielo mi aiuti, I have-a to fight it! He ran back at it, trying to knock it down, but it leapt away, latching onto the ceiling. Then it launched itself at him again, the impact knocking him to the ground. He quickly rolled away and back to his feet, then took a swing at it. Its goopy body just twisted out of the way. It wrapped an arm around him and threw him into the wall. He gasped as all the air left his lungs. It's like-a it knows what I'm going-a to do! He kicked off of the wall, looking for any way to escape. I-a can't beat it! It's-a too strong! No windows, no other doors, the barred one's gate looked solid and unbreakable, even at full speed. What-a do I do? WHAT-A DO I DO??
Suddenly its arm wrapped around him again, this time around his head. He couldn't breathe. It lifted him off the ground, held him up to its face. He struggled, but it was hopeless. I'm-a dead this time.
As he faded out, it burbled something. "Aim slurry..."
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He woke up surrounded by fluid. His ears bubbled. He looked around blearily. What-a... where-a am I? Some-a sort of... glass tube?
He heard a noise to his right, and turned. There was a glass tube beside his, and out of it fell...me?
The other him groaned and picked himself up. "Ah, meno male, it worked." He wiped his face and brushed fluid from his clothes. He shook himself, then turned to face the other tube. He walked over, and put a hand on the glass.
"Bwat... is... habbenig?" He burbled. His voice sounded strange, even in the fluid. Like-a that monster's voice. Oh-a no...
The other Peppino looked sad. "I'm-a sorry. You don't-a have much time, so let me explain. I'm-a the real Peppino. You're a copy, made-a by Pizzahead."
"No!" he yelled. "I'be he rule Bebimo! I cabe ear do zabe ma beesareah!"
The other shook his head. "Yes, I-a did. When I got to the fourth floor, that big-a clone knocked me out. But Pizzahead wanted to torture me more, so he put me in-a that failing body, and copied just enough of me into-a my body to make it run through the Tower again, so I could watch while I fell apart. He told-a me so. He knew it would-a drive me crazy. It almost-a worked. It took everything I had to stay-a sane til you got there." He looked up. "Think about it. Do-a you remember anything about before? Mama, Papa, Gustavo, any of them? How-a you even started the pizzeria? Where Papa is?"
Nothing. There was nothing.
He shook in horror. Who are those-a people? What is he-a talking about? Of course I... I... he shook harder. What... was before?
He reached his arms up and grasped his head. His hands sank into his head, terrifying him more. "Dur's nodding dere. Nodding! Who...? Am I...?" He sobbed. Peppino watched from outside, looking both angry and sad. "What... habben... me... now?"
Peppino shook his head again. "I'm-a sorry. There's-a nothing else I can do. I barely-a figured out how to get this thing to swap my brain back in time. I wish I could-a do more for you. Give-a you a chance."
He twitched. His body was coming apart. His thoughts were unraveling. "I... I..."
"I'll-a get him for this. For you, too," Peppino said. "That's-a all I can do for you." Peppino leaned his forehead on the glass.
He reached the melting remains of his hand out and touched the glass. I...
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Peppino watched as the clone dissolved into a cloud of goo. He seethed. A few more hours, and that would have been me. Even if he was just a sad copy of me, he didn't deserve that. Suddenly his anger burst, backed by fear and hate, and he turned to the machine, punching and kicking it to pieces, shattering the glass and metal. He screamed his defiance, his grief, his rage for the whole tower to hear. He'd been angry before, but now he burned with deadly fury. Row after row of tubes broke as he worked to destroy everything he saw. His knuckles were bloody and shredded by the time he was done, but it was irreparably destroyed. No more clones for you, you bastardo. He stalked out of the room, his eyes wild. Maybe he'd have spared him before, but this had been the last straw. I'm coming for you, Pizzahead. I'll break you if it's the last thing I do.
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