The Banished Blood

Chapter 1

Upon her death. I had sent a raven to the Queen of an arrival of a Targaryen. I didn't wait for a reply. I left another in charge of the pleasure house as I left for kings landing. I filled a ship with gold and a handful of sell swords. I want to know who I am. Who I really am. I am from the dragon, but how? Why? Why did my mother, Princess Saera true heir to the iron throne run from it? The seas were kind, as the smell in the air changed. I passed many a ship upon my journey to the red keep. I had barely ever left the pleasure house out of fear on the streets of Volantis. The slaves are what scared me the most. Their tattoos signs of loss, and pain.

My ship came ashore, I was met with a carriage.

"M'lady, transport from the king." A fellow with a scroll stood before me as I stepped off of the ship.

"What on earth for?" I asked.

"Family." The scrollsman said. I understood. I told the rest of the servants to come back for my gold. They obeyed. My sell swords followed, the horses trotted. I looked out upon kings landing. It was beautiful in a way, but the stench was horrid. I arrived at the supposed red keep. I looked up at the castle, banners of the three headed dragon trailed the wall. I felt panic finally start to set in. They could banish or behead me. I thought to myself. The guards and scrolls man began giving me strange looks. I wondered why.

The door opened, as I stepped down, lifting my F/C dress slightly so it wouldn't catch. A guard caught my hand. A man with a beard smiled at me, his long hair tied back. "M'lady." He bowed, I smiled.

"Thank you Ser." I stepped down, as he let go. Everyone in the courtyard eyed me. I fidgeted with my hands slightly. I still wasn't too sure if these people knew who I really was. My sell swords followed behind as the kings guard led me forward.

The main doors to the throne room creeked open. I looked down the large hall, I was met with a man and young woman standing next to the iron throne. The man clad in fine clothes. As a pendant shone on his chest. A woman wearing green stood next to him. She smiled, her face soft, her ears shining with gold.

"My Queen, My hand this is Lady-" the kings guard started, but I cut him off.

"I am no Lady your grace." I bowed as I spoke.

"Queen Alicent, and Hand of the king Otto Hightower." The guard added.

I bowed again, to my surprise they bowed back.

"Thank you for your honesty Y/N." Alicent spoke. She glanced at Otto. He smiled down at me. "You had sent a raven to me, personally. I shall ask how." Alicent demanded.

"My Mother was the princess of the realm. Princess Saera Targaryen. I understood my mother had received ravens from the red keep, but I knew who not from. I knew Queen Alysanne sent many, as did the late Queen Aemma. As for whom sent them recently. I have had no knowledge." I explained.

Alicent leaned upon the throne slightly. "I had sent letters to your mother upon order of Queen Aemma, it is to my understanding it was that Queen Aemma was also order of Queen Alysanne to do so. I am aware that she wanted her child home from the pleasure houses of Volantis." Alicent made a snide remark. I knew this would happen. "So, why have you, an illegitimate child of the crown come to disgrace us further?"

"Your grace, my mother has recently passed. As her land has fallen to me, as did the knowledge of the family in which she had abandoned. I am illegitimate. My mother never married, that is true. I was raised by the common folk, but they never cared for me. The most time I ever spent with my mother was the nine months in her belly. After that, it was the final moments upon her death bed. I have known no love. No family, no friends. I have not come to disgrace you, your grace. But to learn of my family, my heritage, the blood that runs in me. I-.. I-.." I stumbled with my words.