The second born and trueborn son of Cersei Lannister and Robert Baratheon, Morgan is born into the legacy of two great houses. After being named Tywin's heir, Morgan sets to create a legacy that will rival that of the Targaryen's. A kingdom united u...
They had finally arrived back to the Crownlands. There they were met with the trademark stench of human waste, muddled with dirtied faces and grim expressions. Their thin, brittle bodies wrapped in loose filthy muslin. This was the true face of the glorious capital; a pig sty filled with the decrepit and the lowest of low. In contrast, the castle e stood proud and tall; the richly decorated snake pit. Within the terracotta stone walls were luscious green gardens, views of the Flea Bottom which looked ever so distant from the castle, alongside the even better blue view of Blackwater. The party rolled in through the gates, forgetting any protocol , Morgan jumped from his saddle blindly handing over his reigns, he briskly made way for his chambers.
As expected the minute he entered the castle he was faced with passing courtiers decorating the hallway . Their pasty over garnished figure held sugary sweet smiles, ready to kowtow for favour. Seeing Morgan they fell into curtsey's and bows, "My prince" falling from their treacherous lips. Some feeling brave enough attempted to approach him, stopping short at the sight of Morgan's scowl. Morgan reached his chamber's he took a moment to scan his surroundings, walking towards his desk he noticed a stack of papers had be shifted, a draw was opened by the smallest amount. He was always someone you could describe as particular, no one entered his room without his expressed permission, aside from his mother who did not seem to understand the concept of a locked door. The maids that cleaned the room did so with the door open in view of his guard. Paranoid? Yes. You had to be in a place like this, letting your guard down was suicide. Morgan made way for his fireplace, the mantel was covered in limestone carved into geometric design. Stepping over the pile of logs, he pressed the wide panel, watching it sink back and the surrounding panels shift aside in a narrow opening. Moving forward into the dimly lit niche, inside was two an mahogany veneered and yew burl banded cabinets. The upper sections were back front cornice with glazed sections enclosing shelves. The lower cabinet was an arrangement of four drawers and a central cabinet. This is were it all was, every piece of confidential material was kept away. Even his mother did not have knowledge of the rooms existence, he didn't trust her to that extent. Along with the cabinet was a desk made form the same mahogany, parchment laid atop, maps and a stack of records, copies of council records, every piece of document signed and passed through the castle walls. Behind at the the desk was shelved carved and hollowed into the wall, sixteen shelves all filled with gold bars, chest laid below the shelves filled to the brim with coins. By the entrance Morgan pushed a thin slab of stone watching it push forward, stuck to the stone piece was a key, with it he knelt at the cabinet prying it open, he pulled a box out. It was decorate intricate hand-painted design, a fine rosewood with distinct brass accent for secure closure.
Sat in the carriage with the Queen, a grin was set on her face finding it hard to keep her excitement at bay. She had spent most of the journey talking to Myrcella, her soon to be good sister, the thought itself was enough to widen her grin. Tommen was quite usually keeping by his mother's side, occasionally joining in when his sister coaxed him. Since the incident at the Trident, Joffrey seemed rather upset with her, he paid her little attention and no longer gave her his endearing attention. The there was Morgan, he seemed be as reserved as he always was, but sadly she did not much opportunities to talk to him. She only managed to get a glimpse of him through the carriage windows. He was so handsome but not in the gentle way Joffrey was, he was more of a lean and athletic build, his muscle were toned and could be seen through his tunic and overcoat. Morgan wasn't a prince charming but rather a brave knight.
Reaching the outskirts of the city, air became heavier and a rank stench that wafted past her nose. Oh it was awful a smell like she never ever encountered. As the carriage rolled down the roads, her eyes took in the half dirtied faces. They were the cause of the smell, Sansa thought as she wrinkled her nose in disgust, couldn't they bathe? Couldn't they see they are ruining the city? She question distastefully.
At last they reached the Keep, there stood the castle, it was magnificent so much better then what she imagined. To think one day this would be hers and Joffrey's, sat together on the throne in charge of all the seven kingdoms. Oh it was going to be perfect, she was glad her mother had persuaded her father to agree to marry her to Joffrey. On the other hand, she couldn't help but wonder what living at Casterly Rock would be like. The Rock was said to sit on overlooking green lands and forest and the deepest crystal blue waters that flowed in the western lands. The holdfast surrounded by it famous impenetrable white walls. Alas, Sansa knew a marriage with Joffrey would be best not matter how gallant, charming and handsome Morgan was.
Stuck in her fantasies of her new life, she failed to feel the set of eyes trained on her.
Cersei sat adjacent to the girl, her predatory eyes locked on the stupid little grin on her face, holding back a scowl, she mulled over what to do with the girl. On one side she was an artless, naïve girl that could easily be moulded much better then any other betrothed Joffrey could secure. On the one side, Sansa was nothing more then her northern counterpart, unsophisticated savages, the North was legions away, other then their 'loyalty' they had nothing to offer. How can she allow her blood to mingle with the blood of that woman- how could she have a grandchild that held relation that whore- Lyanna Stark!
Cersei's eyes were trained like a hawk, she didn't miss Sansa's attention to Morgan, the girl was whore like her aunt, she was engaged yet looked at others. But Morgan and Joffrey were not like Robert and Rhaegar. If anything Cersei felt a ping of sympathy for the girl's future, Joffrey no matter how much she loved him, she knew he was slightly unhinged. Sometimes she wondered if it was cause of her and Jaime's coupling. Either way it was very likely over time Joffrey would treat Sansa no different to how Aerys treated his sister-wife. Then there was Morgan, everyone was a toy for him to play with, everyone was disposable and Sansa he would find purpose for her soon. He would use her to get under Joffrey's skin and play his mind games until she was under his influence. When Morgan tells her to jump she'll jump, Cersei had watched it play out so many times. Gods help the poor girl, sadly the fault laid with her parents for not teaching her any better.
Sansa had entered the game, whether she knows or not. She had to smarten up if she wished to survive the game of thrones.
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DECIDE TO SHOW A BRIEF DIFFERENCE IN SANSA'S THINKING VERSUS THE REALITY THAT EVERYONE ELSE SEES AND A POSSIBLE GLIMPSE IN WHAT WILL END UP HAPPENING TO HER.
