『 Kiyana Baratheon is the one true born child of Robert Baratheon and Cersei Lannister.
She is the twin of Cersei and Robert's deceased newborn child. Having survived the same fever that took her twin brother's life, she is renowned as the beauty of...
________________________________ chapter twenty six. ↳ ੈ‧₊˚ ┊derived from the seven.
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299 AC — Kings Landing ________________________________
IN THE middle of the woods, Kiyana was laying down on the lush green grass with some muddy patches. All around her were different-sized trees, plants, and flowers that breathed out fresh air for her and Margaery to inhale.
With her head resting on Margeary's lap, Kiyana watched the sky darken, the sun almost setting in the horizon as the Tyrell girl toyed with her hair while placing one hand over Kiyana's heart and feeling the bones in her hands as her hand laid over Kiyana's.
"How did he die?" Kiyana murmured, keeping her gaze fixed on the orange, pink, and yellow-hued sky.
"Renly?" As Kiyana's various coloured orbs lit up their outer crystal boundaries and the golden hour shone upon her, Margaery questioned while gazing at her divine beauty. The elder girl sighed and looked down at Kiyana for a bit before patting her hand under hers and running her other hand through the lioness' unruly raven hair. "Some claim that Brienne of Tarth, a member of Renly's Kings Guard, betrayed him by severing his heart. Others claim that a shadow who took the form of Stannis Baratheon murdered him using dark magic."
"What?" With all of her hair on one side and facing Margaery in a sideways manner, Kiyana lifted herself up a little.
Margaery's focus was on that motion as she continued to play with Kiyana's hair. "Strange things happen on this earth."
After lowering her gaze to Margaery's lips, Kiyana raised it once more. "Why does Brienne sound like the name of a woman?"
"Because she is."
The stag's gleaming, reddened eyes widened. "...A female? A Kings Guard, too? But how is that even conceivable?"
"Anything is possible, Kiyana." While gazing into the other girl's soul, Margeary said.
Kiyana looked down to the ground, now fully seated on her bottom with her legs crossed and sitting directly opposite Margaery. "My uncle murdered my other uncle." She ripped the grass out of the ground, pulling root along with it. "His brother."
"If my uncle can kill his own brother without batting an eye, then what's to stop mine from doing the same?" Despite the fact that she is Joffrey's older sister, she grumbled through her teeth as she seriously considered the thought of being slaughtered like a lamb or used as one of his playthings.
"You must not think like that." Margaery rested a hand on the other's face. "Joffrey would never dare kill you," she said.
At that, Kiyana snorted and kept tearing at the grass. "He's my brother, I know him better than anyone in all the kingdoms." She struggled to swallow through the discomfort as a dry lump caught in the back of her throat pulled at her vocal chords, which were already inflamed from earlier sobs. "How could you possibly know that he will not do the same to me? It's not like he has ever expressed any affection or even gratitude for me in his entire life."
