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

𝖥𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗁𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄s

--- 288 AC ---

"Mother!"
I run as I hear the screams of our mother as Joffrey follows.
We see a room with women surrounding her catch her breath while she is laying down sweating, exhausted, and relieved.

"What's happening?"
Joffrey asked me.

"Keep it down!"
I whisper.
"She is giving birth."

"Birth? Sounds disgusting"
He made a face.

"You men were a part of the process."
I rolled my eyes.

Seconds later we hear the whines of a baby.

"It's a girl.."
I said and slowly smiled.

"How do you know?"
Joffrey annoyingly asked again.

"Princesses are the smartest."
I had answered his question.

Minutes after the servants are heading out to leave as I and Joffrey are peeking.
I grab him by his blonde hair to get him back under the table.

"Ow!!"
He said as I covered his mouth.

"Do you ever shut up little brother?"

I giggled after and grabbed Joffrey's hand so we can get up from under the table.
We had ran into the room.

"Mother.."
I said calmly but joyfully.

"My sweet warborn and future king.."
She said to both of us.
"Meet your little sister, Myrcella.."

"Can I hold her, mother?"
I ask.

"Yes, but be gentle."

I look into the little one's eyes,
"Hi, I am big sister Raliana, and you are Myrcella Baratheon, the first of your name, welcome to the world."

My mother and uncle Jaime smile.

"Wheres father?"
Joffrey questions.

"He is hunting with your uncle Renly."
Uncle Jaime replied.

"So he missed it? Why would he miss his own daughter's wedding?"
I frowned.

Nobody responded, but I shrugged it off.

"A King does his duties, right?"
Joffrey assured.

"Hunting isn't a duty, Joffrey, it's a choice."
I said before I gave Myrcella back to mother.

"Keep your voice down Ral, don't want your father to come back and hear you."
My uncle Jaime tried to explain.

"What is he going to do? Kill me with his war hammer?"

"Raliana! Watch your tongue!"
Uncle Jaime pointed at me.

"Why should I? When Joffrey hits my age you'll let him speak all the crap he wants."

"Are you just upset because you'll be sold off to a lord and forgotten?"
Joffrey intentionally asked, but acted like he was innocent.

I look up at my mother and uncle expecting them to put the prince in his place, but I was just standing there.

"Exactly my point."
I scoffed and walked out.

I fast-walked past servants who asked me if I needed guidance with anything.
As I am about to walk into my chamber I hear,

"Raliana!"

I slowly turn my head to see my father.
"How was your trip father?"

"Good, now what's wrong now. Princesses shouldn't be pouting."

I didn't want anyone around me.
"It's nothing, but mother just gave birth."

"I know, I've heard it from every servant in here."
My father cleared his throat.
"I'll check in with you later, Warborn."
He kisses me on the forehead and walks away.

I finally exhale and shut my chamber door.

--- 297 AC ---

I read my book then I hear a knock on my door.

"Who is it?"
I asked once.

No response.
"Who is it?!"

"Sorry, I zoned out, it's Myrcella!"

I scoffed playfully.

I open up and let her in.

"What's going on now Myrcella?"

She grabs my hand and sets us on my bed.
"Remember how we always talk about going to Winterfell?"

I shake my head.

"Well, we might go next year!"
I raised her voice.

I shushed her.
"Where did you get that information?"

"I eavesdropped..."
She chuckled.

"Myrcella!!"
I laughed pushing her.

"But guess what else?"

"Oh, what now."
I said after laying down.

"You are going to get wedded to Robb Stark, I think Lord Starks eldest son if I'm not mistaken."

"Oh no no, I am not ready for marriage."

"People say he is quite handsome."

"Well, I guess I might have to see for myself."
I smiled.
"Now run along now."
She giggled and left.