The Targaryen Princess

Prologue

Robert's POV:

We won. I couldn't begin to comprehend what we had done. The Mad King dethroned at last, and, hopefully, that put an end to Targaryen rule. I could hear the roar of victory in Kings Landing from my place in Blackwater Bay. I was to stop anyone from fleeing while Tywin Lannister marched on the city. Thankfully, the young men in my command would not have to see battle today.

I look down at their faces, in similar states of shock. They stare back, not sure what to do. My face splits into a grin, and I can't help but laugh in relief. The soldiers follow my lead. Some laugh, and others shout, mimicking the victory cries of the Landing. I turn to my side and instruct the captain to dock.

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Kings Landing:

I tell the fleet to dock at the main port, but ask the captain of our ship to bring my company to the Red Keep. When we arrive, I take a platoon with me and order the others to stay and watch the ship. I know Tywin would already be inside, but I don't know is what kind of resistance we would meet. We go through a servants entrance and find utter chaos. There are people everywhere trying to escape the merciless Lannister men. Everything is covered in dark, red blood, and bodies line the walls. Some are still alive, begging for their mothers, but most are unmoving not yet cold. I shudder at the sight, but keep my pace firm. I need to exhibit strength. I move quickly, darting through the madness in search of a Lannister officer. At last I find one, covered in blood, and shaking. "This must be his first," I think. I strut over to him and ask what I need to know, "Where is Lord Tywin?" My voice is raised and I startle him at first, but he must recognize me because he is soon standing at the ready.

"Lord Tywin and his personal company went up to the family quarters, ser," he addresses, out of breath. I nod and rush to the flight of stairs directly in front of me. I have some notion as to what horrific things the ruthless man might allow and run as fast as I can, my men in tow. We move through the massacre at a dizzing pace, but never stumble, the thought of Tywing's foolishness fueling me to go faster. I make turn after turn and go up too many stairs to count. It is lucky I was well acquainted with the building or we might never make it there. At last, we arrive at the correct floor and are greeted with the sound of screams. Soldiers stand in the hallway waiting for their next command. With a wave of my hand, I order my men to stay here and I sprint to the door the wailing is coming from. Right before I open it, the screaming abruptly stops. The door swings open and reveals several Lannister officers, all covered in blood. Two stand over the body of the former Queen, one bloody sword in hand, the other hastily pulling up his pants. My eyes wide, I stare at the body, and lean against the doorway, too shocked and horrified to stand by myself. I force my eyes away from the queen and look at the rest of the room. I see the entire royal family's corpses, except the two safe in Dragonstone. They were probably already on their way east.

"Oh, you fool," I mutter into the still room.

"What?" Tywin asks, indignation plastered on his face.

"How could you!?" I yell. I straighten up, my fury giving me strength. "They were innocent!"

"They were Targaryen," he accuses with his voiced raised.

"They were children! Children," I finish, slightly hushed, and point to the little bodies covering the beautiful tile. My accusation silences everyone. Even the men in the hall cease their rowdy conversation. It is in this silence that I hear it, a small pounding and then a muffled cry. Some of the officers hear it too and lunge toward where it is coming from, but I am closer and faster. I reach the small wooden dresser, draw my sword, and wave in front of me as a warning. When Tywin finally nods, I turn around and open the top drawer revealing the most beautiful baby girl. When the babe sees me, she immediately stops her heart wrenching cry and tilts her head in curiosity. She gazes deep into my eyes, as if trying to learn the secrets of my soul, and by the way she smiles at me, she likes what she finds. It is in that moment, as she flashes me her pure, wide smile and I look into her cold, deep blue eyes, that I fall in love. I gently pick her up, still staring into her eyes, and turn around.

"Which one is she?" an officer asks me. I hesitantly look up and think.

"She is young, very young. Perhaps just a few months old, so she is part of a matching set. Two were left at Dragonstone at the request of Queen Rhaella, Daenerys and Viserys," I explain in detail. "It is known that Daenerys is just as young. My educated guess," I stop speaking to look at these horrible men in the eye, never flinching from their murderous gaze, "this is Natari Targaryen."