MEMORIES OF YOU (Game of Thrones)

-17-

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

So from here, things are going to get very dark and twisty. Discretion is advised. Explicit mentions of rape, killing, and scenes that depict blood, gore, and torture are ahead. If you are not comfortable with any of that, I suggest you skip this chapter. With no further ado, please read at your own risk. 

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Cassana did not know how much time had passed, all she could do to maintain sane was sing to herself. The broken ballad resounded in the black cells. It was rumored that the broken ballad would be the song of revenge, the tune that would trump over the rains of Castemere. The iron mask was suffocating her, the air already heavy and damp, but the small holes built in it were enough for her to survive. She would not break. She would not give them the pleasure to break her.

She would not let the bastard child of Cersei Lannister break her.

She often found herself thinking about Rhogar. He had confessed his love for her in a fit of desperation, not wanting her to part ways with him. But she had left him something more than her love, she left him her complete trust that the lord would keep her son away from danger. She often would think that if Robb were still alive he would storm inside this very castle and behead all the men that had ever laid a hand on her.

The iron crown that sat upon her head was heavy, making her posture falter, almost bowing when Joffrey came inside to taunt her. At first, it was only mocking words.

"Did you enjoy how I took his head? He'll rot there for everyone to see. He is never resting. He 

still has to see what I have planned for you, little doe"

"Did he take you willingly? I guess you are much like my father, only taking Northerners. Shame that Lyanna was raped by a Targaryen. Her spirit does not live much on you"

But this one, this one had been the one to almost want to rip the mask from her face and pounce on him, ripping his head with her bare hands.

"I heard this rumor, that your son was to be named Eddard. Like his grandfather. My men found the place where your little silver-haired friend buried him. Such a pretty child, Tully eyes and Baratheon hair. His head rests just beside your traitor husband's so they can see the coward you have become".

She screamed, fighting her bindings even if they drew blood. She would kill him. She vowed to the gods above that she would kill him. Her son could not be dead, Rhogar wouldn't ever let that happen. She was struck down by Meryn Trans, who only laughed at her misfortune.

"I will kill you, Joffrey Waters. Winter is not coming, it is here", she growled, her eyes gaining her wild and feral glint.

After that, his mere taunts were missed compared to what was ensured. It was three times already that she was brought to the throne room. Tywin standing at Joffrey's right side and Cersei smirked on her left side. She looked around to see who else had been there. Her breath faltered when she found Sansa on all three occasions, her cries shielded by Margaery Tyrell.

Even the Tyrell Rose could not see such cruelty. Her brother lounged behind her, his face paled. This was the little sister of the man he loved, the man that was ready to give her the throne. He gulped in guilt, seeing the iron mask that was placed on her face. The only thing he could recognize was the Baratheon eyes that his lover also had. But it was Olenna Tyrell who stared right into Cassana's eyes. Her hard eyes urged her not to break, to continue to survive.