𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 | 𝗥𝗼𝗯𝗯 𝗦. | 𝗚.𝗢.𝗧

𝖲𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝖡𝖺𝖼𝗄

Weeks later we dropped Myrcella and Tommen off to Casterly Rock. Uncle Jaime wanted to go with them, but he had to go on trial at Kingslanding, my grandfather commanded it.
The children had special advisors and carers waiting for them though.

We then had arrived at Kingslanding.
I go into my room and servants drop off Thalia's crib.

"Thank you."
I say humbly.

"Of course my lady."
"Of course my queen."
They both say at the same time and shiver after their response.

"It's alright, go on with your day."

They fast-walked out. I sigh and look at Thalia.

"No one even knows what to call me anymore, a shame."
I talk to her and she plays with my finger.
I put her down in the crib.

I hear a knock on my door.
I quickly turn and grab my dagger. I slowly open up the door with my hand prepared to strike.
When I open it fully I see a woman, brown wavy hair, brown eyes, and a light pink dress.

I quickly put my dagger away.
"Oh um, hello."

"Your Grace, I am Shae and I have come to be a royal handmaiden for you."
She curtsied.

I look at her up and down then smile.
"You are welcomed."
I make way for her to come in.

"Thank you."
She walked in and glanced at Thalia.
"She is very beautiful."

"Thanks, you are very kind."

She blushed.

"You don't look like you are from here.."
I break the silence.

Her eyes only look at me.
"I lived here my whole life, your grace."

"Shae, I know we only just met, but you don't have to keep anything from me, you know?"

She sighs deeply.
"Lorath. I am from Lorath."

"You see? Now my mouth is zipped."

She giggles.
We hear another knock.
I hold my skirt while I walk to open up the door.
I opened it to just see Podrick Payne, my uncle Tyrion's squire.
The last time I had seen him was years ago when we would run away in secret together before he was a squire.

"Y-your grace. Nice to see you."
He clears his throat.

"Podrick, you as well."

He gazes at me.
I snap my fingers to get his attention.

"Eyes up here, old friend."

He cleared his throat again.
"The trail has been delayed to tomorrow, and your grandfather needs to see you, it's urgent."

"I will be on my way."
I try to shut the door the Podrick stops me.

"I need to walk you there."

I turn around to Shae.
"I am trusting you with my child."

She nods immediately.
"Yes of course I will guard her with my life."

I shake my head and walk past Podrick.

As we are walking Podrick starts a conversation.
"So, how've you been, your grace?"

"Fine."

"Your daughter looks beautiful."
He smiled being genuine.

"Thank you."
I smiled while walking.

The rest of the way went silent.
I am brought into the dungeon where I see my grandfather, uncle Tyrion, and an old man with black hair with a cloak.

He walks to me and puts his palm over mine.
"Princess Raliana, it's a great pleasure."

I nodded not feeling the need to correct him.

"I am Qyburn, the new master of whispers. Since Lord Varys fled the capital."

I glance at my uncle Tyrion knowing he was a good friend of his.

"Lord Qyburn has done us great good of thing Raliana."
Grandfather Tywin said to me and took my hand slowly walking me towards the darkness.

"Grandfather, what do you mean?"
I nervously ask.

"Maybe it's too soon-"
My uncle Tyrion interfered.

"Shut up! She is a grown woman now!"
Tywin interrupted.

Seconds later I see a familiar face coming out of the darkness. A face I thought I'd never see ever again, my mother, alive.
I let go of my grandfathers hand and slowly back away in disbelief.

"Mother.. But how?"
I throw out my words.

"My sweet Warborn.."
She whispers.

"T-they SENT YOUR HEAD TO ME!"
I shout.

"Its a long story. Joffreys head was unfortunately real, but they thought wrong about your mother. Before this whole war your mother helped me thrive and get out of the streets of Kingslanding. I thought I'd return the favor and being her real corpse back to life."
Qyburn informs me.

I turn back to my mother, and hug her.

"I'm sorry, I am so sorry mother..."
I choke on my words as I begin to cry.

"Its alright.."
She does the same.

I never showed how much I missed my mother. But now, I don't know if this is a blessing or a curse.