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Daerla

Someone took my son. He is gone and I need him back. He is mine.

I'm running through the forest, searching for him. I hear footsteps behind me and I spin around, baring my dagger.

"My princess," Imrie says as she walks closer. "I thought you may want some help?" I give her a weak smile.

"That would be grand," I reply. "We have to move quick, he's probably scared. He probably misses his mother as much as I miss him."

"We'll find him," Imrie replies as she pulls a dagger out of her boot.

"What-" I say in confusion. Where on earth did she get a dagger from?

"A gift from my family," she says simply. I don't push further and we make our way through the woods. Naerys and I are connected. He is my blood. I'll be able to sense when he's near.

In the distance I can hear men riding through the forest. Looking for my boy. I won't lose another child. I will not lose him.

I stand on something on the ground and when I reach down I find Naerys' wooden dragon. A birthing gift from Daemon. I drop to my knees and cradle the toy. He must've been carrying it. He loves that toy.

"Naerys, where are you?" I whisper into the darkness. It's at that moment I sense something. "Imrie!" She pauses in the distance and turns around. "He's over there."

I jump up and run in that direction. He's nearby. I can feel it. I can hear Imrie running behind me. I eventually see a small wooden hut. He has to be in here.

I slow down my footsteps and peer into the dusted window. It's Freyah. That bitch stole my baby. She bouncing him up and down, just like how I do it.

"I'm your mama now," she whispers to him. "Say it!"

"Mama!" Naerys' cries out and suddenly I'm bursting through the door and I'm pointing my dagger at her.

"Give me my son, you gigantic bitch," I yell. Naerys looks at me and stops crying.

"Mama," he shouts out. Freyah looks at him and then at me. I see tears running down her face.

"You have everything!" She yells. "He is mine now! You don't get him!" I don't hesitate to throw my dagger at her, it goes through her shoulder and she stumbles backwards. I use her distraction to sweep up Naerys.

"My boy, my boy," I whisper to him and I rock him back and fourth. He rests his head on my shoulder and his little arms clasp around my neck.

"Mama, I missed you," he says and he hiccups.

"You're safe now," I say back to him. I look back to Freyah who jumps up and races towards Naerys and I. In that same moment Imrie jumps forwards and stabs her in the middle of her stomach.

She doesn't stab deep enough to kill. But deep enough to severely wound.

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Freyah is about to die. And I'm going to kill her. She's on her knees before me. People are gathered around watching as I walk in circles around her.

"You took my son," I shout. Naerys is safe now, he has more guards, I won't let anyone take him again. "And now you must pay for your sins."

"Burn in hell you bitch," she says and I swing Harwin's sword. It meets her neck and then it's slicing through skin and veins, blood splatters my face in the process. Her head rolls off and lands on the ground with a thud, her body follows soon after. I look up and my eyes meet Harwin's, he's smirking at me from a distance. Then he nods, he's proud of me.

The people applaud and then I'm walking past them. I walk into my tent and go straight to the bathing room. I throw water onto my face. I hear him enter and then his hands are around my waist.

"You were brilliant," he whispers as he kisses my neck.

"I need to set Imrie up with Ser Criston Cole," I say and he stops kissing my neck.

"I thought-" he says and I turn around and put a finger on his lips.

"Darling, I have more important things to do right now," I say to him before walking towards the exit.

"I'll wait for you," he shouts. "In bed." I smile to myself as I walk out. I spot Imrie filling up a water jug.

"Imrie," I say and she looks up at me. "I have a potential ron de vu for you."

"What?" She says as I loop my arm through hers and I see Ser Criston stood by his horse. We walk towards him an he looks over to us.

"Majesty," he says and he bows for me.

"Ser Criston," I say. "This is Imrie, she is very pretty and she wants to f-"

"Daerla," Harwin says as he covers my mouth with my hand. I fight against his hand. "Sorry, darling. I can't understand you."

"I have seen you around the castle, Imrie," Criston says and I grin into Harwin's hand. He then pulls me away and I can't hear the conversation anyone. He finally pulls his hand off my mouth.

"I'm missing their conversation," I tell him.

"Your husband needs your help," he says and then he's dragging me into the tent.

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