The Banished Blood

Chapter 13

I had avoided the great hall for remainder of the evening, I simply stood over the courtyard, looking at it. Empty. The torches flickered warmly. Night had came, I longed for a cup of wine in my hand. My house banners swayed in the breeze slightly. The fallen diamonds had fallen down my corset, which caused me to move uncomfortably every few minutes.

"Fucks sake Aegon." I muttered, readjusting my bust for the millionth time.

"Not very lady like." An unfamiliar voice spoke. I shot my head up. Simply darkness lay before me.

"Who goes there?" I called out. Lifting my dress ready to run. I was in no condition to fight, not in this thing.

"A friend of the crown Princess, you need not worry." The voice echoed. Stepping forward, sliding on stone screeched, as did a walking stick. A familiar figure stepped into the light.

"You're lord-"

"Lord Larys Strong Princess." He smiled, thick brows, slicked back hair.

"You work with the Queen, do you not wish to converse with her?" I asked carefully.

"Surely not Princess, for I know you know things of her you shouldn't." He shot to me. But I couldn't let him catch me out.

"How dare you accuse me of such mockery, to speak of the Queen when not in her presence is a disgrace to her and her name. What you accuse me of, may lead you to treason!" I lied, I didn't like her, but I didn't know him. I didn't like the way he was talking. He was dangerous. He went to speak, but I moved passed him easily. "Now if you will excuse me." I shuddered the thought of him away. He was rather odd.

I started down the hallway, my heels clicking, I was lead back to the great hall. It had emptied in my absence. The siblings had gone from the table. I sat myself back down, pouring my cup of wine, drinking deep. Surveying the room. Aemond spoke with the Baratheons. As for Aegon, Aegon was talking with an array of ladies. I remembered the way he danced with me earlier, my heart welled in jealousy. I had to talk to Aemond about my meeting with Daemon, and how Larys approached me. He would know what was going on. I eventually caught his eye, I nudged my head for us to leave. He excused himself, I headed out back to over look the courtyard, cup in hand now. A minute later, his steps approached.

"We must speak of todays affairs." I told him as I sipped. He slowly nodded, as we started down another hallway. He pulled a torch, as we moved slowly into a smaller, confided hallway, the torch he moved, he took with him, as the wall slid back into place. We walked down the small, narrow hall. Going down even narrower steps. He threw the torch to water, but it wasn't water.

Flames laced in a circle around us. I looked around, my face being met with old paintings and carvings of dragons and families.

"Where are we?" I asked.

"Beneath the keep, well beneath it. Mother likes to keep these down here in place of the seven, but we didn't come to speak of that- did we?" He daunted. Just looking at me, hands behind his back. I shook my head.

"I had a run in with Daemon, and your mothers advisor. Larys." I explained.

"Little bird you mean." He corrected, beginning to pace. "What did you say to Daemon?" He asked.

"He just greeted me by title, that is all." I began to pace with him slowly.

"He called you Princess?" He asked carefully.

"No, he addressed me as cousin."

"Then he didn't intend to kill you..." He muttered. I shot him a look.

"You said he wasn't here to harm me!" I snapped, he just looked to me apologetically. "You lied to me Aemond!"

"Aye! To keep you safe. If you thought you were to be killed at the celebration, you would have fled!"