Game Of Thrones: The Lost Bastard

Chapter 3: A Day In King's Landing

I felt calm after talking to Tyrion. He wasn't like any man I have met before. Honorable and comical. The way the Lannisters treat the ones around them is atrocious. Tyrion has been abused and unwanted and I know how he feels. When I slowly woke up, I felt a hand on my lower waist and a man up against me. I wiggled a bit and opened my eyes to a sunny morning. The breeze from the ocean came in and out. The drapes and curtains were flowing with the wind. So beautifully peaceful. Tyrion yawned and changed positions. He cares more about the people and health of King's Landing than Joffery did. I got up and put the covers over Tyrion. I wanted to bring Tyrion some hearty breakfast. So I went to the kitchens and started making my own idea of a Royal first meal of the day. I made small Lemon cakes and snuck some of Cersei's finest wine back into the room.

I tapped on Tyrion's shoulder. "Morning my lord." I smiled. He started to wake up as he tossed and turned to see a big goblet filled with wine and 3 lemon cakes in front of his handsome face.
"You shouldn't have... did you eat, my lady?" He smiled and put his hand on my shoulder as I lay back down onto the bed.
"No, I serve you before I." I pouted my lips. He gobbled up the 3 lemon pies and chugged the wine.
"Is this Cersei's wine, how did you--" he said surprisingly and went wide eyed. I put my small finger up to his lips and said
"Shhhh, it'll be our little secret." I looked obviously guilty.
Someone knocked and immediately let themselves in before I could get out of this compromising position.
"Oh I sincerely apologize, my lord, I'll leave you two alone." A bald headed soft man entered.
"It's quite alright Lord Varys, this is my exotic handmaiden Veronica. But have you any news of the Starks?" He swigged the wine.
"I'm afraid not, yet I'm not here on business for you, but Veronica. Yes. I know who you are, you've made a name for yourself here. "Whore, Cunt, even Snake." He tittered.
"I'm no---" I stomped.
"Oh hush little one, I know you're no whore, you aren't ugly enough." He nodded. "But I must discuss with you something that has come up, if you will, My lady." He opened the door. I looked at Tyrion in doubt.
He gestured me to go, "I'll be more than fine here."

I followed Lord Varys to an office of some sort, sat on the desk and swung my legs.
"What is it you desire here in King's Landing?" He got straight to the point and locked the door.
"I don't know what exactly you mean, I desire nothing." I shrugged.
"What are you playing at, girl? A murder has just occurred here, it isn't as safe as you think it is." He took a seat.
"A... murder? Who... I was with Lord Tyrion--" I said quickly.
"Exactly milady. Did you try and eliminate someone from the situation?" He tilted his head.
"I would never, everyone already hates me here..." I drifted off and looked at the nearby ocean.
"What I'm about to tell you does not leave this room. I trust that you won't because you'll look like the murderer." Varys got up and poured me a cup of wine. I drank it.
He took a deep breath. "Shae has been murdered. Now you see why you, my lady, look suspect." I gulped.
"No it can't be. Tyrion has been through enough!!" I cried.
"That is why you mustn't tell, and if you do... my little birds will know." Lord Varys said seriously.
"You're the late Lady Forrester's daughter.. you have her eyes. Yet you have a fire inside of you, like a Targaryen." He noticed.
"Don't bring up that evil wretched part of me. Wait...How did you...?" I was in utter shock and I almost fainted.
"You aren't a coward like the Forresters are. Targaryen blood is so very easy to tell. That bitter anger inside of you and don't you worry... your secrets are safe with me." He nodded and smirked. I started heading for the door.
Varys spoke yet one more time, "Before you go, you must not let anyone see your deep affection for the Imp. I see it growing in you." I looked back at him and was silent. And left without another word.

Not even 3 days in King's Landing and I'm already sucked into a secret that involves the only man I fully trust here. He's been through enough with his brother and sister, and everyone who makes him out for a fool. Not to mention, Lord Varys knows I'm half Targaryen, which I do not take pride in. Bastards aren't meant to be Royal. The Forrester's loved me as I was only their own. "Iron from Ice, Fire and Blood." I never could fess up that I was the Mad King's daughter, the realization that my blood line were the true heirs to the throne. I've heard of rumors that Daenerys, my half sister, has plans to retake the Iron Throne. Seems fairly unrealistic to me. Knowing that the Red Keep is protected with all of the Lannister's kingsguard. I still can't believe the tragedy of Shae. Tyrion... poor Tyrion.

Just as I was travelling to the courtyard, I passed Cersei. The many looks she gave me were unbelievably cruel.
"Why must you wear those ugly robes?" She said behind me.
I turned around, "Well Tyrion likes them." She scoffed and played with her hair.
"You should know, my dwarf brother has no taste whatsoever." She paused. "-Especially in women." Then walked away chuckling.

The courtyard was filled with many people. I walked to the towards the blacksmith to admire the fine works of art; swords. It's been years since I've practiced.
" Veronica, was it?" The dirty smug-looking man said.
"Yes, ser." I said nervously.
"Try this one." He picked up a fine Valyrian Steel sword.
"You'd let me..." I stuttered. He nodded and smiled in approval. I rose it up to the sky, and appreciated it. I swung it up, then down. "Watch where you swing that thing." Tyrion said flirtatiously. I nearly dropped it.
"You scared me half to death, my lord." I put my hand on my chest.
"You seem to handle that fairly well..." Tyrion dug in his pocket and slid 10 Gold Dragons to the blacksmith.
"No, my lord... that's absolutely too much." I said rejecting it.
"But I absolutely insist." He smiled.

This made me feel even more guilty. Well sure, I didn't kill Shae. But I knew. I let Tyrion buy it, I needed to learn how to defend myself. We went back up to his room and surprisingly dinner awaited us. On the bed was a small scroll from Lord Varys. I grabbed it before Tyrion could notice.

Lady Veronica of House Forrester,
You must not show lust for Lord Tyrion. You're not very good at hiding it. Cersei is suspecting things. And do not tell about Shae. It'll create a bigger rift in the family.

P.S train hard and long, my little birds saw the way you handled yourself with a sword.

Hope all is well,
Lord Varys

"What is that?" He pointed to the letter. "Nothing, just some things I must tend to." I ripped it up.
We sat down and did a toast. "To Veronica, the bravest girl in King's Landing." We drank. Then I said, "To Tyrion, the most honorable man in all of the Seven Kingdoms." I went out on bit of a limb. He smiled and drank with his eyes fixed on me.
"Funny, I still haven't figured you out yet, I'm usually very good at that." He looked deep into my eyes.
"I'm not like every other girl you've met. I can take care of myself." I batted my eyes.
"Hm, I see. Speaking of girls, where is Shae?" He asked genuinely.
"I think with Sansa." I quickly made a lie. I gulped my wine ferociously.
"Hmph, I'm sure she is." He looked around. I stayed silent and waited for Tyiron to say something.
"Were you born in the North?" He tried striking up a conversation.
"Yes. But not in Wolfswood." He nodded for me to continue. "Winterfell. That's why I was so close with Robb Stark. I aided him
during his battle practices." I miss it dearly...  The North and Robb's eyes... oh his cold blue eyes. But Tyrion, that's the only reason I like the South and the many glasses of wine.
"What did Lord Varys want anyway?" He poured himself more wine.
"Things that I could keep myself busy with here." I didn't pause.
"I see. Like what?" He said.
"Uh, blacksmithing, sword practice, helping beggars. Normal things." I shrugged and buried my face in leftover lemon cake.

Tyrion ended up leaving all that night to find Shae. While I sat in a chair and engolfed 3 turkey legs and 10 glasses of wine. Thinking and regretting not stopping Robb Stark to tell him who I was, so I could return home. Possibly wed in the Stark family. But it is too late. For Robb Stark is on his way back to Riverrun. What a shame.