AGONIZING HOURS PASSED to the residents of the Vale as they awaited fot Lady Ganna Grafton to arrive and give a response to the accusations that laid out by her feet. In amidst of all, a stableboy would contemplate jumping from his block in the Sky Cells, he prayed to the gods for some sort of miracle a he awaited his impending jurisdiction. A princess paced around her room. A prince contemplated his emotions for his rival. And the Wardness of the Vale asked the Crone for her wisdom upon this case.
It was a courtly matter, one that involved the life of a princess—someone had to die, or Lady Jeyne Arryn might as well give her own life on a silver platter.

"My lady, the lady Ganna Grafton has arrived." Jeyne Arryn nodded at the information, and sent the court to rejoice once more in the High Hall.

"My lady, your graces." Lady Ganna Grafton curtsied to Lady Jeyne who sat in her High chair and the royals who sat close to her. Ganna Grafton had a sympathetic smile, one that conveyed innocence and grace as she looked towards Jacaerys and Jeyne. However, Visenya could feel that hint of disdain and coldness in her eyes as she placed her eyes on the her. It was as if mocking and cursing her entirely for living. Or perhaps it was paranoia setting in Visenya's mind—she trusted no one at this point.

"Lady Ganna, I suppose you know why you were called here?" Jeyne said in an emotionless tone. Wyle quivered in his seat at the sight of the lady.

"I have been told the princess carriage was sabotaged, though I do not know why any of this inquires me to personally make a statement in court."

"Our main suspect had told us you beckoned him and...laid yourself with him though he did not wish for it. He has also stated that you asked him to tamper with the princess carriage, saying that you knew the princess personally and that she had ordered you to do so." Jeyne Arryn looked at Ganna with an accusatory gleam in her eyes, she looked at a trembling Wyle in his seat with chains.

"My lady, I would never dishonor myself as such! The gods are my witnesses upon my statement. And how could I, a lady force myself upon a man who is stronger than I am! Or commit treason to the Realm's Emerald, princess Visenya!" Ganna gasped, as she feigned innocence. "It was the man who took me by force during the festivities!" gasps laid out upon the accusation.

"And why were you outside the castle during the festivities?" Jeyne asked with a raised brow.

"You dare question my daughter after she says she has been disgraced?!" the Lord Grafton shouted in anger and madness.
"Lord Grafton, I only wish to know the truth upon how this act came to be so I can deliver a just sentence to the boy." Lady Arryn retorted.

"what just sentence is there to a treasonous raper but death!" Lord Grafton shouted as he looked around court, supporters coming to join him at the protest.

"After the festivities had taken a toll on my head, I went outside the Eyrie to catch some air. I was pushed against the wall by this- this mongrel and was taken advantage of!" The lady cried as she dramatically fell down her knees. Visenya could only squint her eyes at the sight, being a master of deception Visenya had a hunch of those who acted well. It takes one to know one, after all. But her mind was not trustworthy, not when she thought about executing all the suspects she had in mind before even letting them speak in their defense.

"And why did you not tell such a disgraceful thing had happened to you? Surely we could've taken rapid measures had you come to me." The lady in the High Chair asked. She did not doubt Ganna for being dishonorable, how could she when women were raped in the most inhumane manners all across the world?

"I was...I was scared, my lady. That the reputation of my house would be sullied, that no lord would marry me once my maidenhood had been taken! But now, the truth lays upon you all! I have been disgraced and dishonored against my will and now they question my loyalty to the princess!" Lady Ganna looked at those at court. They all supported her, of course they would. She was a lady, and the boy was nothing but a disgrace upon the world—it did not help when he had the biological strength to force himself or stop someone from forcing himself upon him.

But Wyle, he was frozen in place as she touched him. As Lady Ganna Grafton sat upon him and grinded herself when he had been saving himself for his lady that had left him not long ago. He didn't want it, he was just...petrified.
"I did not! My lady I swear!" Wyle cried and screamed for his lady's mercy.

"And how did the tampering with her grace's carriage came to be?" Jeyne asked Ganna, this was her trial now, her testimony.
"How could I know! I have no quarrels with the princess! Am I to be blamed for telling this monster that she was my friend and that he'd meet with the consequences once she learned of his dishonorable ways?! We all know Princess Visenya sides with women who have been hurt, with victims all across Westeros!" The words were sour in Ganna's mouth as she praised Visenya, her enemy. It was like biting into a lemon and saying one liked the bitter sour taste it came afterwards.

The court all gathered for the Lady Ganna, they scream and shouted words of support while summoning threats for an already battered up Wyle.
"Very well." This could be a lapse in judgment, Lady Jeyne could be condemning a boy for life. But Ganna's words were influential, and she did seem to speak the truth and nothing but.
"Wyle, you may choose your fate from now on. You may live out the rest of your days at Castle Black, being a member of the Nightswatch or...you have the option to choose to end things here, falling to your death by the Moon door." The sentence was delivered and cheers echoed around the walls of the High Hall. Sadistic fucks who did not care who lived or died, as long as death occurred.

Wyle was conflicted, he could choose a death where he would die before his body hit the rocks below. Or he could live the rest of his days being labeled as a raper, the very own thing that killed his mother when he was a child. He could ask for a trial by combat, yes, but who would fight for the innocence of a stableboy? Who'd fight for a rapist? He couldn't choose to fight his battles himself when he'd never picked a sword!

"I choose the moon door, my lady." Wyle's voice was frail as he accepted his fate with reluctance. A tear falling down his eyes. A boy of ten and eight, dead with the accusations of a crime he did not commit.
Visenya could not see a hint of misguidance in those tears, she could see regret though. Regret from ever approaching a noble lady in the dead of the night.
She wanted to protest against Ganna, but this was not her verdict to give, and Ganna herself had spoken nothing to be accused of.

"Very well." Jeyne Arryn's voice was cold and unwavering, it was clear she was not comfortable of having young blood spilled at her commands.
She nodded to her soldiers, who grabbed Wyle by his arms.

"Take a good look, boy. This will be the last thing you'll see." The knight whispered as tears fell down the innocent boy's eye. And then, Wyle's head dipped forward, his hair flowing with the wind as he prayed forgiveness to the gods before allowing his body to fall down the pit where he'd meet The Stranger.

He screamed in fear, but he died before his body was plummeted by the rocks. Somehow it was a more merciful fate than whatever he'd have had he lived the rest of his days.

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