The One True Heir

Chapter 6

 "As per my source's words, Daenerys Targaryen should be entering Vaes Dothrak as we speak. If things move along The Dothraki way, then it would be quite some time before they leave the place."

"And Viserys?"

"The madness of his father runs through him just as strongly, my Prince."

"Is it the madness of his father, or madness from losing it all?" Edric frowned pensively before shaking his head. "Thank you for letting me know about this, Lord Varys."

"Of course my Prince, I serve your father, and by extension you as well" the eunuch bowed before leaving the room.

"Pardon my questioning, my Prince" the maid that was attending to him spoke in a soft whisper, "but why do you care so much about The Targaryen girl and boy? They are your enemy, yes?"

Edric's eyes drifted from the now closed doors to Winifred's emerald eyes. "Let me tell you something, my dear Winifred" Edric smiled, making the attending girl flush, "you always keep your enemies close, know what they are doing so you can plan ahead. The Targaryens are still a force to be reckoned with, even with the monarch reduced to being a 'Beggar King' as they call him. I will one day inherit my father's kingdom. It is in my best interest to know as much as there is to know."

"And what do you plan to do with them once you become King, my Prince?"

"That is something I will need to think further on. I will not walk down the path my father did unless I have to. For now, though I must leave this tub. The water has lost its heat and I can feel your arms have gotten tired from scrubbing me" he grinned at Winifred's blush. He stood from the tub, water dripping from every part of his body. "Dry me. There is a meeting I must attend to."

"Of course, my Prince" Winifred obeyed. The young woman was Edric's age and had been attending to him for a few years now. She had seen the prince in both states of clothed and nude. So it was no surprise that she did not hesitate from doing as ordered or even try to look away.

"Green eyes," his fingers ran through the girl's hair, "golden hair and fair skin. If you were from The Westerlands, people might mistake you for a Lannister bastard."

"Maybe I am" Winifred hummed a melody, "I am a bastard my Prince. Maybe it was a Lannister that gave his seeds to my mother. Is that why you chose me, my Prince? That I look so much like your Kin."

"You have quite a tongue on you, has anyone ever told you that?" Edric breathed, looking down at the femme that knelt before him. She was drying his legs.

"You have told me that a few times, my Prince" she hummed, hands stopping around a certain part before she began to rub it, looking up to meet his gaze. "But that is something you enjoy about me, no?"

Edric snorted, gently patting her head before running his fingers through her hair. "Get up. You'll end up doing things to me that you'll regret."

"I don't think I'll regret anything" Winifred teased. But she stood as her prince commanded and helped him dress. "The Lady Sansa is an innocent one, a firm believer in her songs and stories" she commented.

"She is young. She will grow out of it" Edric said. "Now, I want you to have the floor dried by someone else, not you. But you will do my bed and give my discarded clothes to the washerwoman."

"My Prince" the femme curtsied and Edric walked out to attend his meeting. He went through the Throne Room, where he saw Sansa with her Septa and wolf. He didn't linger long, exchanging greetings and taking his leave to attend the meeting. When he reached the Small Council Room, it was only him and Lord Stark there. The two greeted one another before waiting for the rest. Once the council had gathered, the matters of the day were brought up, starting with Janos Slynt's complaint.