Ours is the Fury | Game of Thrones OC

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Being back at Kings Landing felt wrong, like I felt like an imposter in my own home, in my bedroom and even in my own bed. To the extent that it drove me from my quarters, I spent my time in the library or the godswood, writing letters and reading about the Lord of Light some more, medicine and even wolves. Marin left me alone most days, by my command and also hers, I think she had a lover but all I want is for her to be happy whatever the outcome.

Even my mother let me be, sending in a tailor on the third day to fit me for a new dress was the only contact we had. I didn't mind, gave me something to do really and she allowed me to choose the dress, I went for something she would never choose.

"What do they wear in Dorne?" I asked the woman as she tightened her tape around my waist, she stepped back with a frown.

"Oh. Well, the women in Dorne like something a bit more low" She gestured to the chest and I nodded along, "Oh and they like lighter materials like silk and chiffon, something here we might wear to bed or as a night robe"

"And the patterns?" I inquired further, pulling at the front of my own dress, showing a bit more then I usually do.

"Floral" She replied, then she rustled through her papers and produced a few sketches that she handed to me, "These were ideas I had for Elia Martell when she first arrived"

"You've been doing this a while" I smiled solemnly, she was pretty old but I didn't realise she'd been around so long. My mind moved to Elia and her children, their fates were beyond awful and everyone knew it.

"Longer than I care to admit" She admitted, wrapping her tape around my arm next, "Anything meeting your fancy, your grace?"

"This one" I pointed at a lovely pale pink dress, the sleeves balanced perfectly off the shoulders and the neckline so low that there was a an open space showing the entire chest, each covered with a small triangle of material, tied at the back of the neck. It looked so summery and unlike any clothing I'd had before. The rest of the dress was fitted until the waist where it flowed out and was covered with green vines and lilac flowers to match the gorgeous pink base.

"Are you certain, your grace?"

"Very much so" I grinned, "I would like that one"

"I never did get to make it for her, it's nice to know another will wear it for her"

I smiled again and let her finish her work, hopefully the dress would come in time for the tournament Father planned to celebrate Lord Stark agreeing to become his hand.

When I returned from the library that evening, there was a note on my pillow. I frowned and set down my stack of books, taking the note carefully and unfolding it.

It was from Lord Stark, he intended to find out what truly happened to Jon Arryn, beginning tomorrow and he needed my help. I couldn't be happier to be of service, my life had grown terribly boring since leaving the North and I wished for something to do that would mean something and this was it.

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I woke up as early as possible the next morning, Marin swiftly dressed me and brushed my hair so it just lay in its natural curls with a simple braid crown like my mother wore.

Once she left, I practically ran out the room and down through the other servants corridor so she wouldn't see me. I didn't know the routes as well as I would've liked, I wasn't exactly a rebellious girl but I did like to get to places quickly.

Eventually, I popped out at the bottom of the tower of the Hand, so I waited just like he instructed me to. I waited until footsteps sounded within the tower and so I jumped to attention until the footsteps changed from one to many. Without thinking I found myself hiding behind a pillar, watching the members of the council file out, there was Lord Baelish, Lord Varys and even my uncle Renly. I waited until they were out of earshot and snuck into the tower quietly.

Thankfully, the stairs were empty and I rushed up them until I came to the room that the small council convened in. I listened carefully before I dared enter.

"Jon Arryn?" Grand Maester Pycelle was still there, Lord Stark must've begun his investigation with him after the meeting. "Oh, his death was a great sadness to all of us, I took personal charge of his care but I could not save him. His sickness struck him very hard and very fast. I saw him in my chambers just the night before he passed. Lord Jon often came to me for consult"

I too had seen him and wondered the same thing as the Maester, so I took a step closer to the doorway, I could see Lord Stark and his expression of confusion.

"Why?" He demanded, Pycelle looked up sharply at the other man

"I have been Grand Maester for many years" He almost spat back, "Kings and Hands have come to me for advice since-"

Lord Stark cut him off, "What did Jon want?" He asked, "The night before he died", I leaned closer and finally caught Lord Starks eye but didn't acknowledge me so I remained invisible, Pycelle wouldn't be honest in the presence of one of my mothers children, he didn't trust us.

"Oh he came in inquiring about a book" The Maester brushed off the question easily.

"A book?" The northern lord repeated, "What book?"

The Maester grew uncertain and shuffled a little in place. "Oh I fear it would be in little interest to you, my lord. A ponderous tome"

"No, I'd like to read it" Lord Stark insisted to the Maesters disappointment.

"Then you'll need to follow me" Pycelle headed for the door, as he opened it, I sprung away from the crack I'd formed and feigned a knock.

"Your grace!" Lord Stark announced happily, masking any uncertainty, making it clear I hadn't overheard what I definitely overheard.

"Your grace" Pycelle repeated after Stark, tipping his head, when he stood straight he looked puzzled, "What brings you to the Tower of the Hand so early?"

"Lord Stark, Grand Maester" I addressed them both kindly, "I had a matter to discuss with the Hand"

"What sort of matter? Can I be of any help?" The Maester pressed and I had to think of something quickly.

"Just a question about my possible betrothal to his son" I lied effortlessly, catching Lord Stark's eye and he nodded along.

"Yes I'm sure Robb would be pleased to know you've come by, but the Grand Maester and I have business to attend to" Lord Stark told me and I pretended to look slightly embarrassed.

"Oh how silly of me, I'll come back later" I laughed and stepped aside to let them pass.

"Come by some time before dinner, I'll tell you what I find" The lord muttered when he was sure Pycelle wouldn't hear, he was pretty old anyway.

I nodded curtly and watched them go, cursing myself for not interrupting sooner and grilling the Grand Maester. Instead of following them again (I hated the Maesters rooms, they smelled and were full of odd people and substances), I walked over to the open balcony and leaned over, watching the city bustling below.

There were women with babies collecting their bread and soldiers keeping the peace by ensuring everyone paid the correct price. Children chasing each other in the streets, singing and dancing. I even watched a little boy steal a coin bag from an elderly man and run away unscathed. I chuckled to myself.

It was a beautiful city, with dark roots that I was only just uncovering and I wished to know every little thing that's been hidden away and why.