"Now what?", Arthur Connington was perched on the wooden railway of the ship, having escorted Oberyn Nymeros Martell to a royal envoy sent by his brother. The redhead had also a temper, and meanwhile, his anger grew at the numerous innocent taunts by his queen, and his face grew even redder. Ergo, his new nickname, Red.
"Red, I told you countless times already. Must I ceaselessly bore you again? We must go to reclaim my lordship at the castle. There we will have an audience about stuff...?"
"Stuff... you call ruling, stuff? Cassana, what will I do with you? Must I help you rule and be your sworn shield you"
"Alright, stop japing at me. I can defend myself quite well, your sore ass from yesterday can attest to that. Besides, I do not know what I am going to say. I'll just open the doors, ask for fucking lemon cakes, and then rule", she smirked at him.
He rolled his eyes and sighed. He had considered her a friend more than a duty, but a friend who irked him and pushed his buttons in a way no one could. They had spent their days sparring on the ship. She would trip in devious ways that made him aggravated. She was crude and often too stubborn.
"Well, I hope the babe turns out more like Velaryon and not you", he coddled, swiping his blade at her to practice more before anchoring at Storm's End.
"Excuse me, I have a feeling my little Rhaelys will be just like his father but will have my temper. Mine is the fury, you know?"
Cassana twirled Dark Sister in her hands. It was perfectly balanced. The dark steel could cut through anything. A sailor once said that she looked like Daemon Targaryen wielding it as if it was an extension of her limb. Part of her,
"Don't you think I've noticed it? Robert Baratheon pales at your fury, my queen", he joked.
Nevertheless, he was proved wrong as Dark Sister was swung, his flaming hair almost getting chopped off by the queen whose dark eyebrows tempted him to choke her. Cassana thought it was the most entertaining part of her journey, to anger Arthur Connington until he turned red like his hair.
Once they arrived at Storm's End, she was greeted by the lords who had heard about her travels to her ancestral seat. They did not question Dark Sister in her belt nor the young Queensguard who was the carbon copy of Jon Connington.
"I thank you, my lords. I know you have traveled here for me to bare a semblance of good news. Or that I prevailed against the attacks in King's Landing...", she said looking at the lords who waited for her outside the gates of the castle.
Lord Estermont, Lord Dondarrion, Lord Cole, Lord Caron, Lord Buckler, and Lord Errol stood proudly. All of them whose names she had not forgotten. She did not forget the loyalty they showed her when she was a Stark. Now she was a Baratheon. And she was Velaryon too.
"If you wish for truth, then I'll say it plainly, my lords. I am physically healed from what was done to me, but mentally I have forged myself anew. Unspeakable things were done, things I can never forgive or forget my foes. But one thing is certain, I will be the queen of the realm. We are at war with the crown. Bastards sit on the throne using my brother's name. Usurping his glory. Bastards born from an incestuous relationship between Cersei Lannister and her twin brother", She pauses to see the lords stare at each other, unsure of her next words. But she takes Dark Sister from her sheath and twirls the sword. A trick a certain Stark had told her to do.
"You have to gain the respect of soldiers. The Stormlanders are soldiers. Not entirely lords"
"My brother was someone who led you into his rebellion. You grew up with him, fought alongside him, and celebrated his victories. I do not plan to sit pretty on a throne while my people die. I am fighting with you. I am not like the Lannisters who only deceive and lack the honor to do things themselves. I am not only fighting for you my lords, but I am also fighting for the realm, fighting for my late husband, the King in the North. I am fighting for my son. If you do not wish to fight, I won't for you. I haven't done anything to deserve your respect. Last time you saw me I was too pregnant to fight, but the lords of the North can tell you that I was there beside them when they fought. Even if it was commanding the armies or strategizing, I was there",
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