The Golden Twin - A Game of Thrones Fanfiction

Chapter 8

My beloved Joanna,

I miss you already so much, I wish we could have married before you left as the original plan was. You would still be gone, but, at least, I would be able to scream our love in front of the Gods and everyone and maybe you would have my baby in your belly. I hope the city is treating you well. I dream of you every night and I am sure you will be happy to know Bran has woken up and is well he, however, won't walk again. I hope you can come to Winterfell soon Mother said that, as soon as you arrive, we can marry. I cannot wait to see your beautiful smile and get lost in your deep, ocean, blue eyes.

Love you forever,

Robb

I sighed deeply as I finished reading his letter, how would he feel when he knew I was pregnant with another man's baby? He would be crushed, there was a knock on my door and mother entered without waiting for my reply. She had a dark bruise on her cheek and I immediately knew it had been father, they fought a lot, but he didn't hit her often, Jaime would have killed him, but I also knew he was the only one who dared to lay a hand on her.

"Joanna, your father had an accident while hunting. He has been deadly injured, he wants to see you."

"Me? Why would he want to see me on his deathbed?" I was confused, I wouldn't want to see someone I hated before dying. I noticed mother was smiling, this definitely was a dreadful moment for her, she would become a widow, the king was dying. Wait, does that mean Joffrey would be king? Would he marry Sansa straight away? We are having a baby, for the Seven Gods!

"I will go see him and let you mourn." I said sarcastically. I left the room and started walking down the corridors, once I reached the room where my father was, I entered and saw him dictating something to Lord Stark, he said Joffrey was to be king once he was of age but, till then, the new Hand would rule. 

"Father." I made myself known in the room, none of them had noticed that I had entered.

"Ned, leave us alone." His voice was hoarse and raspy. He was sweating and his skin didn't have its usual pig-pink colour and instead had a sickly-purplish one. Eddard left and I stood awkwardly looking at my father, I realised I had been stroking my still small bump. According to the maester, I was about three moons pregnant, meaning I had probably got pregnant in Winterfell. 

"Joanna, I did not want to talk to you on my deathbed, but I have talked to your siblings and Ned insisted I should speak to you too." Wow, thanks father for being forced to farewell your daughter. "Do you want to tell anything to your father? Like an 'I love you' to make up for the last years?"

What?! I can't believe it! He was the one to never treat me like a father on the first place, he pushed me away so I pushed him too. I hadn't started it. It's not my fault I am too much like mother. But, I had an idea. I mean, he was going to die anyway so, why not have a nice father-daughter chat?

"You know, father, there is something I actually wanted you to know. I am pregnant." His face went from irritated to fuming fire. I smirked.

"That's not true, I do not believe you. Who would sleep with you?" Excuse me? I have many suitors.

"Well, it is. And, want to know who the father is?" 

"Is it Robb Stark's?" 

"You are so foolish. No, he is not the father, I will tell you, but, let me tell you a story before. Once upon a time there were two lovers, they had been in love since they were very little. They dreamed of getting married and hid their relationships for fear of what others would think, especially their father. They were not Targaryens so their relationship was forbidden. However, you can't choose who you love, can you? You, better than anyone should know that. Know how it feels to love someone you can't have." He clenched his fists with the little strength he had left. "Anyway, they continued with their relationship but, she was to be married and they were both devastated. Theirs was one of the truest loves to ever exist, they couldn't live without the other. Do you know who that story is about?" 

"You and Tommen." 

"What?! No! Tommen is my baby brother! It is my mother's and my father's." He looked confused. "Yes, you aren't my father, uncle Jaime is. And, about your question, Joffrey is the father." He was surprised to say the least, but, most of all, he was angry, so, so mad. Great.

"I will tell everyone, why did you tell me?" 

"Because, you will never come out of this room. You are already dead in everyone's eyes, they know you won't live. My story, the truth about what has now happened will be as I say. Now, you are too weak to move so I will put a pillow over your nose and mouth and you will stop breathing. I will shed I few tears, I will finally use the skills I learnt from my Septa, then , I will go out of this room and tell everyone you are dead. Understood? I guess it is true what they say, like father like daughter. The Kingslayer name must live on."

"You are just like your mother, a crazy bi-." I came closer to him with a pillow and he tried to scream but his cries were muffled. His legs shook until they didn't. Only then I removed the weapon, what a joke. Songs of how the valiant king died fighting a boar would be sung across the Seven Kingdoms when, in reality, he was killed by his daughter and a soft, feathery pillow.

I exited the room and went to my chambers and, inside, I found Joffrey sitting on my bed with a worried expression. What he sad about Robert's death? I sat next to him and squeexed his hand.

"What is wrong?" 

"What if I am not a good king? What if no one respects me?"

"Well, you can't be a worse king than your predecessor." I tried to lighten up the mood. He smiled and kissed me, we spent the morning together in my chambers before he left to sit on the Iron Throne for the first time. 

Now, as I sit on the throne, I think of Joffrey, how much I miss him and how wrong I was, compared to Joffrey, Robert was heaven.