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

𝖯𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍

"SHE'S BEEN IN THERE FOR DAYS TOMMEN!"
I continued to shout at him.

"DON'T YOU THINK I AM AWARE THAT!"
Tommen yelled back.

"IT SEEMS LIKE YOU DON'T HAVE A CLUE!"

"AS YOUR KING I DEMAND YOU-"

I walked up to Tommen and slapped him across his face, leaving him shocked.
"YOU WILL NOT DEMAND ANYTHING."

"T-that-"
He tried finishing his words.

"Treason. I know. Reminder you are the adoptive son of Robert Baratheon, your head could've been thrown around Kingslanding just because of your parents. You got lucky. Don't ever disrespect me when I tried to get you through this royal hell."

Tommen stayed silent. Then sat down by the table.
"I'm sorry, Ral."

I sighed sitting next to him.
"I'm sorry as well. I shouldn't have mentioned those things. I am just worried about my mother, and Margaery. Also, you reminded me of Joffrey at that moment, but I didn't want that."

"I will always stay myself. Even in the worst situations. Don't worry. I will speak with the high sparrow tomorrow."

I smiled then we hugged. I didn't want anything bad to happen with Tommen. After all, he is only a child. Most of the people in the seven kingdoms already hate him. I need to protect him.

I walk into the dungeons to where my mother is being kept. Septa Unella gives a stare.

"I want to see my mother."

With no emotion she has, she opens up to the door.

I see my mother on the floor with a ripped-up and dirty robe and her hair knotty.

"Raliana..."
She says as she quickly gets up and hugs me.

The stench of her shortly caught me off-guard but I ignored it and was grateful for even seeing my mother.

"What have they done to you?"
I questioned being concerned.

"Oh, it's nothing."
She faked.
"How's Tommen?"

"We've argued, but got through it. Other than that he won't budge."

"Tell him he needs to see me, he does."
She twitches.

I scoffed and tilted my head.
"I had to wait three days just to have a conversation with him. What do you think how many days you'll have to wait for him? He hasn't taken your arrest nor Margaerys well."

My mother sighs scoffed at my saying.
"He'll get here, fast."
She sits in the corner.

"What have you done mother?"

She stayed silent.

"You thought your plan was going to work? Look at where you are now. You think Myrcella would want to see you like this?"

She stayed quiet once more.
Silence fills up the room.

"After Myrcella arrives, Thalia and I are going back to Winterfell."

She turned with her focus on me.
"You can't leave, Ral.."

"Why can't I? I've stayed here for year's keeping an eye out for this whole family. I have another family miles away from me. Robb hasn't even seen his daughter yet, do you know how much that hurts him?"
I raised my voice making my statement feel known.

"Because I need you!"
She elevated her voice back.

"YOU'VE HAD ME FOR YEARS! WHY CAN'T YOU JUST LET GO OF ME?"

"It's hard letting go when you are in my position, warborn."

I crossed my arms while walking to my mother kneeling.
"You put yourself in this position, but I love you and we will end this."

Septa Unella walks in with me knowing my time is up.
I give one final glare to mother as my guards and I exit the dungeons.