Game Of Thrones: The Lost Bastard

Chapter 1: Who Are You?

Sun was shining on my bare back. I couldn't move. I tried opening my eyes, but all I saw was red. I was swimming in a pool of blood. Crushed leaves and dried up mud were stuck in the worst spots. Small splinters covered my legs. Everytime I tried to get up, my entire body was aching in every imaginable place. Swallowing was painful, I was so parched. My mouth was incredibly dry. I felt as if I was dying in this moment. But suddenly, I heard a horse coming down the stone path. Maybe even multiple horses. My mind told me to scream for help, yet I couldn't find the strength in me to do so. It even hurt to open my eyes. I had no will to lift my head.

"Take her back to Maester Pycelle." The words were soft. I had mud in my ears it seemed. I was dragged. Then lifted on a horse.
I heard a chuckle "Maybe I can play with her cunt first".
"Don't you dare touch her, until The Queen decides her fate..." A man said sternly.

A few hours later, I was woken up by chatter.

"She seems alright, no broken bones but wood punctured her leg and she could've died...Where was she found, Lord Commander?" An older sounding man said.
"Lord Tyrion and I found her in a broken wheelbarrow." Lord Commander answered.
"She's breathing." He continued.
"Right you are sir, we need her to wake up so she can stand before the Queen." The older man responded.

I coughed, and opened my eyes. I looked at my hands then my feet. I was clean and clothed in a white cotton shirt with a brown skirt.
"How am I alive?" I whispered.
"If Lord Commander didn't find you, you would've bled out." Pycelle said.
"I'm glad we found her." Lord Commander said.
"Get away from me! I heard what you said!" I recognized his voice and fell off the table. I shouted in pain, then got up immediately and backed up.
Maester Pycelle came up to me, "Don't you touch me either, I am no whore." I flinched. "Now, Now. You'll be alright Miss. We need to be before the Queen." Pycelle calmed me and I pulled away.
"What is your name, girl?" He continued after some silence.
"Where am I..." I counteracted looking out the window. I saw rocks on the shore and sunshine. Nothing seemed to be in the distance for miles.
"King's Landing, the capital of the Seven Kingdoms of course." Pycelle said while Lord Commander sat on the table swigging down wine.
"We have to take her now, no time for small talk." He got up and grabbed me by my shoulders and pushed me out the door as I squirm and screech.
The Maester of King's Landing was beside me, "It's better if you don't rebel, quicker that way."

Lord Commander, aka Jaime Lannister, let go of me and went to see if the Queen was ready for me. The Maester and I conversated. "Dear. You mustn't be rash in front of the Queen. Say things that she'll enjoy. Humor her." Said Pycelle. "They're ready for you."

I walked through 2 big wooden doors to find myself in a column ridden room with a single carpet leading up to a metal chair and 2 people in chairs (less grand) in front of me.
"Who sits in that....chair?" I asked while we walked.
"That is no chair, miss, that is the Iron Throne, a seat fit for only the one true ruler of the Seven Kingdoms... but this is where I leave you, good luck stranger from the North." Said Maester. How'd he know I'm from the North?
I saw a lady with yellow braided hair and brown eyes. She wore a red gown. With a half man wearing armor.
"Where did you find this....girl, Tyrion?" She said rising from her small chair.
"In a wheelbarrow, outside the castle, in the woods." Tyrion answered then sipped some wine from a chalice, then glanced at me.
"Aye, and we found her unclothed." Jaime said.
"Jamie, that's the least of our concerns." Tyrion eyed him down.
"No let Jamie speak, it's useful information." She glared at me.
No words were exchanged while she circled me and examined my body.
"Child, what is your name..?" She eyed me up and down.
"I am.." I coughed, trying to clear my throat and tried talking but I haven't had a drink in days. My throat was drier than a desert in Essos.
"Give her something to drink, she can barely speak." Tyrion gestured. The Queen paced, and ignored him.
"Cersei." Jamie said rather sternly.
Cersei looked at the guards and they poured me a glass of wine. I took it with two hands and chugged it.
"That's enough." Cersei said and snatched it from me.
"My name's Veronica Snow." I said looking at the stone floor.
"A bastard...from the North." She said disgusted whilst chuckling to herself.
She was obviously not pleased. But i wasn't going to lie to The Lannisters.
"Do you know how you got here?" Tyrion asked and smiled faintly. Just enough of a smile for me to notice.
"No, all I remember is a man... a dark figure took me from my bed--"
"Wait a moment... Where are you from you bastard child?" Cersei looked at me and clenched her teeth.
"For one, I am not a child, and another, I told you... I'm from the North." I raised my eyebrow. Tyrion let out a laugh.
Cersei noticed and spoke loudly, "Address me by 'Your Grace', you ungrateful whore."
That's when I broke.
"You call me a whore when I've never spread my legs for no one, Your Grace. Well I've heard stories about You in the North." Lord Commander held me back.
"That'll be enough." Jamie pulled me back.
Cersei turned to me. "My men saved you. We can easily throw you back into the streets.. or the sewers with the rats." She evilly smirked at me.
"Not on my command, technically sister, I found her. She is now my second handmaiden." Tyrion looked at Cersei, then me.
"She must pledge her loyalty to King Joffery." Cersei disregarded Tyrion's words.
"What makes you think you can have her Imp?" Jamie quarreled and huffed.
"I want to serve Tyrion, No one but." My stomach grumbled. I crossed my arms firmly.
Tyrion nodded and noticed my hunger.
"I'll walk you to your quarters. You can share my room." I smiled as he spoke.

Cersei slammed the door to her chambers. Jamie followed.
"I must know... whom do you serve?" Tyrion asked.
"You my lord." I followed Tyrion to his room and closed the door.
"No, no My lady, I meant what House." He sat in a chair and poured me some fine wine.
"I'm no lady, sir." I sat in the opposite seat. "Well. I'm a bastard child. Two houses from different sides..for which I shouldn't tell you." I said embarrassedly.
"Mysterious. But enough of that.. please something, you're starving." He said revealing a turkey leg on a silver platter. I ate it all up. "Incase you're wondering. I do not agree with one of the Houses my parent was in. That is why I was in the North not the South. One House was Mad.. The other was rather innocent and mistreated by every house around them." I hinted. I took a swig of wine. "You really are a Northern girl." He grinned. A girl with black hair came in and sat on Tyrion's lap.
"That your whore?" I laughed.
"No, my dearest. This is Shae. My...lover." He said while Shae was quite offended. She stared at me in vain. Shae started to kiss him passionately, knowing I was right there.
"I must be going now I will see you later Lord Tyrion." I got up.
"No, it's perfectly fine, Shae you should go and see if Sansa needs anything." He shooed her off his lap. She ran out of the room

" My lord, you have an urgent visitor." Pycelle knocked.
"Who goes there?" He said confused.
"Well... it's The King in the North regarding the war." Pycelle continued. I felt my whole heart jump out of my seat.
This can't be... they've already forgotten about me. My last lover, Robb Stark. What will he think of me when I'm found in the South?  Will he ever remember my sweet face? What of the Starks, after Ned Stark's death? I pondered all of these terribly confusing thoughts while waiting upon his arrival. They haven't seen me in years. I should leave but can't. Tyrion is my lord, there's no getting out of this, at least right now. I'm praying he won't look at me. My back was aching, as were my legs. There were still fragments of sharp splinters stuck in my upper thighs. This pain was excruciating. I had bruises up and down my body and even cuts. Jamie clothed me, so who knew what he did, or thought, or...saw. The Forrester's kept me away from such violence. I am told my dad was a mad man, from House Targaryen. The Mad King, in fact. No one can know, that I come from a dark and deranged family. I haven't met the rest of my family but I know they're coming to... retake what was theirs. Pity. I will stand by the South as it was my own homeland, but stay loyal to the North. I have no room to make more enemies. The Lannister's will eventually find that I am a potential threat to the crown.
But the true question is; Where do I belong?