The Banished Blood

Prologue (Skippable)

(A/N) I wasn't writing Y/ns intro, the writing style does pick up and change, btw, their names I spell wrong the first 4 chapters or so, I grasped it eventually, they're just so mf complicated, thanks all. 

(Y/ns) Characteristics: Starts off as immature and naïve, grows more as a person, more educated and mature. Y/n doesn't know who to choose to be with, but this story isn't just a love story of sorts, it's a sticky, messy, slow burn. Chapters are updated when new episodes come out!

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The pleasure houses of Volantis were the only thing I knew. My mother Saera, owned the largest in the land. Her pockets pooled with gold, necks laced with sapphires and rubies. I was no lady. I held no power. Other than over the men that had come to relieve themselves. I simply found them the best girl and took care of payment. My mother treated every girl with respect. She got any man she desired, for whatever price she wanted. I can't say I knew my mother well. I hardly ever saw her. She was always doing her own cruel things. But the day came in which I was summoned to her chambers.

I stepped in, as the door opened. I looked upon her bed, as she lay there. She beckoned me. I stood before her.

"M'lady." I curtseyed slowly, as she scoffed. She had all of her bastards call her M'lady. But I knew I was the only one born with silver hair. She smirked at me. Her sheets curled around her, covered in blood, she was sweating, as she cradled a cup of wine in her pale hands.

"You were born to me from some lord, in which I do not know his name. I don't frankly care to remember either. You are my one true heir Y/N. So all of this will befall to you as of soon." She sipped her wine with a wince.

"What do you mean M'lady?" I asked.

"Are you fucking blind? Do you not see the blood that drowns these sheets?" She rolled her eyes. "No of course you don't." She snapped. I remained silent. She seemed drunk in a way.

"Child, I am dying." She whispered to me. She looked around the room, as only a servant stood at the door. "I think it's time you know, what really happened. Come, sit with me." She beckoned a chair be brought to her side for me to sit as I did. She began to explain. How she wanted to marry no man, only to marry three in which she had lay with the night of her disappearance. How she had run from the silent sisters in the hate for her father; the king. How her pretty silver hair made men to believe they were fucking royalty. When they really were. She explained how she was once supposed to be the one true heir to the iron throne.

How her mother and father had died, as she took pride in outliving them. How royal standards were nothing but pain which always concluded to war. She fled to Volantis in search of her own power, in which she found. Which now had come to me. We held no land other than that of the pleasure house. No ships. No titles. But I a bastard Targareyn could protest myself before the king which now held the realm. King Viseries.

"My daughter, my only true child. I do not come to you, with praises of love and admiration. But with a hatred for the realm. If you are anything like me you will stay away from the drums of war, the fire and blood of bastards that binds us all. You are of my lineage, of the kings kin. He is my cousin. We've never met but... I am aware he is a man of family, and that his current wife tended to my father upon his death bed. My blood, dragons blood, runs through you. Don't fuck it up." She smiled at me. I smiled back.

"Thank you, M'lady. I do not wish to go to war, to bear children, or to take a husband. I was born to you with power. I intend to keep it." I held her free hand. She held it for a moment, beginning to wave me away.

"Now fuck off and let me die on my lonesome. I shouldn't have been able to carry all these damned bastard children." She grumbled, taking a final swig of her wine. I got up. Bowing again.

"You honour me." I said as I stood.

"You know where you can stick your honour." She mumbled. I left the room. Leaning against the door as I took a breath. I looked down the halls, listening to what would come to be mine. To the moans and gasps in the air disgusted me. I didn't want this to be my line. I wanted a family. I've been alone in these halls all my life, being raised by the next brothel maid that would come and go. I was raised like any other bastard in this place. The only thing I knew was to be true, was that I had family somewhere. Out there, that didn't even know I existed.