The Moon Behind the Tower

That One Push

Baela's fever broke an hour ago and she was sleeping, her daughter asleep next to her as well on the bed as Deamon sat next to his sister, wiping her forehead with a damp rag as Viserys sat in a chair in front of the fireplace that was in the room, thinking of how he would convince his sister of divorcing Joffrey. Then there was a knock at the door, bringing the King out of his thoughts, and Deamon reached for his knife. The King said enter and in came a maid, announcing that the woman that saved the baby came by to see the Princess and her child. The King got out of his chair and told the maid to bring her in. The maid stepped back, and the sound of heels came into the room, a woman of great elegance and power. The woman wore a bright red dress, her jewels of ruby and gold. Her earrings were of vine-like elegance with the rubies cut in a teardrop and her brown hair was curled and up in a crown braid. Her dress was strange to the men, on the collar were black pearls that were sewn into the lining, the bodice was drawn tight at the back, and her skirts were more of a lighter material than their dresses were. The sleeves of the dress were a solid fabric till they reached her elbow, the fabric then came out as a translucent red, flowing in the air as she walked to the King. 

Defne: Greetings, Your Majesty, I heard that your sister is doing better now, and I hoped to see the baby again.

Viserys: Yes, our sister is doing much better now, and my niece is fine. Please, accept my deepest gratitude...   

Defne: No need, Your Majesty. I'm only glad that the child is safe and sound. 

Deamon: I too wish to thank you for saving my niece.

Deamon got out of the chair that was next to the bed, walked to Defne, and bowed his head. A part of Deamon was wondering why this woman was with his sister without him knowing it at all. But this woman saved his niece so she would get nice treatment from him. Defne saw that the two brothers loved their sister, and she too saw the potential that this woman had for her son, and thanks to her dumb husband, there is a way for her son.

Defne: I understand that her husband has a mistress and that the mistress was she tried to kill the baby. This act mustn't go unpunished Your Majesty!

Viserys: I agree, my...

Defne: They call me Sultana in my homeland, Your Majesty.

Viserys: Yes, my Sultana. I agree with you, but I need to convince my sister that divorcing him is the best choice, and my sister is the type of person that forgives more and puts herself in pain for the house's gain. 

Defne: I see, then we must give her a reason to leave him, Your Majesty. 

Viserys: I see, then what do you suggest, my Sultana?

Defne: I understand that Lord Joffrey is well past the princess's age. When I saw him, he seemed rather dull. Not a good great perk to keep your wife's eye on you, and he has proven that he doesn't respect his wife, and he would even get another girl pregnant. How about finding someone more, young and charming? A man with more charisma, and uniqueness and who is fateful and honorable to his wife and his in-laws. 

Viserys: Do you have someone in mind?

Defne: Yes, and that would be my son, The Sultan of the Cresent Empire.

Both of the men were shocked at the woman's opinion. To the king, this would be a great chance to ally with a powerful empire, but how would this son be any different than his sister's last husband? Deamon was seething in rage. He had hoped to take his sister as his new wife, but now a new man was coming to take her away from him again. 

Defne: I suggest we meet him in the morning and see if this is enough to push the Princess to make the right choices for her and the baby. The baby is the most important person right now.

Viserys looked at his precious niece on the bed, how her cute face was in peace, her little chest going up and down, and how her little hand was on her right side was opening and closing. Seeing his niece, he knew that the Sultana was right, and this could be his only chance to make it up to his sister, for failing her the first time and protecting his niece.

Viserys: I agree, this may be the chance that we need. I can't let Joffrey hurt my sister anymore and he has gone too far. 

Deamon nodded and the Sultana curtsied to the king. The small group left the room and Viserys left to go to his chamber after bidding the two good night.  When he reached his room, he went to his chair in front of the fireplace and sat heavily on it. He was in a state of lamentation and fear. He lost his wife and son, on the same day last week and now he almost lost his sister and niece. Viserys felt that his heart might burst into a million pieces and the pressure on his shoulders was increasing even more by the second. Then there was a knock on his door, bringing him out of his breakdown. The king quickly wiped his eyes of his tears and called to enter. The door opened and in came, limping into the room was Baela. She was holding her daughter in her arms. Viserys rushed out of his chair and ran to his sister, taking Baela's shoulders in his arms and holding her in place. 

Viserys: Baela what are you doing?! You need to be in bed!

Baela: I had a feeling that you were distressed, and Alyssa was crying anyway.

Viserys led her to the chair that he was in and placed Baela in it. Alyssa was whimpering on her mother's chest as she sucked her index finger. Viserys took Alyssa from Baela and held her to him, her soft sobs and whimpers stopped, and she looked up at her uncle with her bright violet eyes and grinned. To say that Viserys was her favorite was an understatement. She adored her uncle, and she rubbed her head on his chest, earning a chuckle from her uncle and a giggle from her mother. Baela was still pale and her eyes bloodshot, but she was breathing right, and her smile was still bright. 

Viserys: Sister, I know that this is a rough topic, but I wish that you...

Baela: I know brother, and I see that this is the best chance for the family. 

Viserys: You...

Baela: Yes brother, I was listening. I am tired of Joffrey, and I wish to protect my daughter and the house. So why not try this?

Viserys walked to his sister's side and knelt to see her eye level. He frees one hand and grasped his sister's squeezing it gently. 

Viserys: As you wish sister.