Game Of Thrones: The Lost Bastard

Chapter 6: Escape

"Now get up, we have much to discuss." Tywin looked at me. "To discuss? Why don't you just take me now..." I said sarcastically. Then immediately became red. I just talked back to Tywin Lannister. "Ýou watch what you say, or I'll have your tongue on a platter for Joffery's next meal." He pointed fiercely. I looked down and gulped. "Now get up, or you'll be mistaken for the common whore." He closed the door furiously. I got up and put on a gown that was purple and black. Tyrion was fuming,  he hated his father more than anyone. "You mustn't go alone, Veronica." Tyrion stopped me before I left the room. "But I'm afraid I must speak to your father alone. I do not want to anger him more." I said truthfully. "As you wish, my lady." He nodded, I curtseyed and Tyrion closed the door when I left his quarters.

     Tywin was supposedly in the council chambers. The long tiresome walk there gave me time to think. Why would Tywin use me as a bargaining chip to the Starks, what am I of use? They don't recognize me anymore. What does Tywin want so badly? If he wanted something, he could get it with money or war. At this point, I needed a miracle. Someone or something to get me out of King's Landing and back to Wolfswood. Despite the loose killer, or kidnapper, I needed to see if my family was okay. After my mother Elissa died and my half brother Ethan died, it's been hard for us Forresters. Rodrik is the new lord. Boltons and Whitehills run House Forrester now. I will get revenge. I swear it.

   The Council Chamber had more people in it than I expected. Well... all the Lannisters but Tyrion. Cersei was drowning herself in wine, Jamie was shining his sword, and Tywin, at the head of the table, was looking at Westeros with his hands on the table. "So glad you could join us, Lady Veronica." Cersei snorted. She was clearly drunk. Cersei rose her glass to me and drank. Jamie was still silent, he nodded and smiled though. "I presume if we leave by dawn we can get to The Riverlands in less than a day's march." Tywin looked at me with disgust. "Hm." I tried to look interested, when I was the opposite.
"Awh, she doesn't want to leave, she'll miss the pathetic dwarf that I'm embarrassed to call my brother." Cersei smirked. "Because you're fucking your other brother... Tyrion has too much honor to put his cock inside such a wench." I gritted my teeth. "You little whore," Cersei laughed then said, "--you think you can say whatever you please. If my father didn't need you, I'd slit your throat." She got up. Tywin came over to me and looked me straight in the eyes. "Such fire in a Forrester, of all my encounters with your House, I've never met one so bold. What House was your father from?" Tywin inspected. "I don't know, My lord." I said quickly. "Interesting. The blood you have pumping through your veins is no less than fire." He squinted.
I looked away, scared he'd find out my true identity. "Off with you, the Kingsguard will come and escort you to the front at dawn. Be ready." Tywin shooed me away.

   I left the council room so fast that I stumbled and nearly fell. But someone was there to catch me. "Next time, watch where you step." I firmly placed my feet on the ground and there stood Lord Petyr Baelish. "Thank you Lord Baelish, sorry, I've just had quite the day." I exhaled. "Call me Petyr." He finally let me out of his arms. But decided to pull me closer, "Leave your room at midnight. I'm getting you out of the city." I looked at him and hugged him tighter than I thought I ever had. "I cannot thank you enough Petyr." I kissed his cheek.
"Ah Lord Baelish, trying to seduce more little girls?" Lord Varys came up behind me and I pulled away from Lord Baelish's lock.
"Lord Varys, even if I was, I would have a cock at the end of the night." He snickered. "Fair enough, yet... you poor soul couldn't even get Lady Catelyn Stark to find any interest in you." He scoffed and bowed to me as he walked into the council room. "My lady." He said. I bowed back.

I continued to walk with Petyr down the corridor. He seemed pretty flustered after Varys' remark. So I tried to lighten the mood. "How's business at the brothel?"
Petyr laughed menacingly. " Just fine, we could use a new--"
"Lord Baelish." I pushed him in a joking matter. He smiled genuinely. But it became serious, shortly after. "You tell no one that you are departing with me on my ship for the Eyrie. Robb Stark is there." I was completely shocked.
I had no words. Petyr sensed that I wanted to tell Tyrion. Lord Baelish stopped and put his hand on my shoulders. "This is King's Landing, Tyrion was merely using you as a way to cope with his inner despair for Shae. Everyone is a liar, only few you can trust here."
"How can I trust you, you set up Eddard Stark?" I said boldy.
"I cannot force trust, yet you aren't a dumb girl. You've made all the right allies so far." He said and I nodded.
   "This is where I leave you, until the night." He kissed my forehead.
Littlefinger left for the night, but footsteps approached me. "Lord Varys, what is it that brings you here?" I said with question.
"I've already heard of your plans to leave with Lord Baelish. But that is not why I am here." He said rather seriously.
"There is something you must know. Something you cannot even whisper. I know what you are." Varys said quickly.
"What I am?" I pondered. We've already discussed my Targaryen blood. "If you haven't already figured it out... you are more than a common whore." Varys continued. "You are more than a persuasive snake. Men will bow to you. Men will break for you. Men will bind with you. You have hidden powers, my lady. You are more than a Targaryen, more than a Forrester. But that is all I can say. Use your knowledge wisely. We will speak again one day." Varys disappeared into the shadows.

    Tyrion was no where to be found. So I tried sleeping in the bed. I was restless. I was turned towards the moonlight. Someone came in, it was Tyrion murmuring to himself, clearly drunken. I couldn't bare to look at his face. So I closed my eyes pretending to be asleep. Tears were running down my cheeks and onto the sheets. I held in my cries for as long as I could. Before I knew it, I was crying. Tyrion passed out with his body next to mine.

  The warning midnight bell rang softly. I got up and wore the darkest cloak that Littlefinger left for me under the door. A note that said I'll be waiting for you outside my brothel.
This was the hardest part. Leaving the one man, the only man that had my trust. I kissed his cheek while my cold tears fell onto him. "Until next time, my love." I whispered quietly.
I was creeping down the stairs to the Courtyard that separated the Red Keep from Littlefinger's Establishment. I heard no footsteps, only my many short breaths. Only my shadow was following me. When I reached the brothel, I saw Petyr. He walked quickly towards the docks.
I followed and I was frightened by a familar voice. "Lady Veronica?" Behind me Tyrion stood. I tried catching my breath, before I knew it, Petyr grabbed me by the hood of my cloak and said "No time for goodbyes." Petyr pushed me onto the ship and bruised my arm.
The ship was setting sail. I got up despite the sharp pains in my back. I saw Tyrion, he seemed defeated. He didn't know why I was leaving. Yet I had no explanation. It was dark but I saw the sadness in his face.
Without any objection, I went with what Petyr did. He was trying to protect me.
   "I'm sorry about your arm, we can't take any risks at this moment."
"You've done so much-" I tried to thank him.
"Shh, darling. It was my pleasure, we'll arrive in the morning." He whispered dearly and I put my hand on his chest.

Without thinking, like an idiot, I kissed his lips. "Forgive me Lord Baelish, that was rash." I turned away.
"If that was your way of thanking me Lady Veronica..." he pulled me even closer and I let go and faced the sea.
"Why does everyone call me that? Lady... I'm no lady." I looked up at the stars.
"You don't know.. do you?" He said frightened.
"Petyr what." I faced him, I leaned on the ship.
"House Forrester... it went up in flames last night." He said rather slowly.
I fell. "It can't be. I was with Tyrion.. he would've told me."
Petyr leaned down. "He was too busy thinking about what was underneath your gown."
"I have no family. No one." I cried.
"You have me, I may not be family... and Tyrion."
"No. I do not have him. I was stupid to trust a Lannister." I got up wiped my worthless tears away. And planned for revenge. I took out my Valyrian steel sword and swung it around.
"You're very good with that. Too good." Lord Baelish smiled yet was curious.
I felt empowered.
"I want to show you something." I took a nearby torch and put it to my skin.
I screamed loud. But revealed that no burn was inflicted.
"You..a Targaryen?" He said surprised.