Because the dawn right before the sun rises is the darkest
Even in the far future, never forget the you of right
now
Wherever you are right now, you're just taking a
break
♤
Lenora Baratheon was never in control of any aspect of her life. Her mothe...
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This city was worse than Hanuel had imagined. There was feces everywhere, the common folk from the look if it were nearly all drunk. All of them were definitely several months past their latest bath.
It was mediocre, at best. Westeros was also majorly lacking in creativity in their castles. The red keep reminded her of the cell she was kept in when she got caught in bed with a Yi Ti emperors daughter.
Otherwise: boring.
Hell, if she was Lenora, and she was Princess of this shit hole she would have jumped off that cliff aswell.
She was sure the history was important, but the castle was old. It reaked, there was multiple cracks over the art pieces and it was dirty. Certainly not a worthy capital for Lenora to sped the last years of her life rotting away in.
The people here weren't worthy of Lenora. Besides the few handful she's observed or met, Hanuel thinks Lenora would be better off back in Essos. And Amren, of course.
Maybe it was just Kingslanding that was this ugly. Winterfell was one of the best castles Hanuel has ever seen. And Dragonstone was impressive aswell.
As Hanuel walked side by side with Lenora, she wondered why any king or queen would chose Kingslanding over any other castle.
Possibly the only reason being the sheer size of the Red Keep. Hanuel felt as if she was walking up to a mountain as the shadow loomed over the gates.
Lenora was stiff as she entered the place she once called home. Her uncle Jamie cleared the way for her to the throne room. Once he took her there he would search for Cersei.
Except when the doors to the throne room swung open, there Cersei was. Sitting on the throne as dozens of lords and ladies were pleading her for her help.
The room grew quite and tense as Lenora and her soldiers entered the room. Cersei stood, with the mountain looming behind her.
Hanuel was shocked by his size. Lenora had mentioned him, how he killed one of her childhood mentors, Obyrn Martel. And what he had done to Obyrns sister and her children.
Not only she noticed, but the soldiers infront of her grew heavily aware for the threat in front of them. They showed no ounce of fear as they continued their march to the throne.
Jamie Lanister motioned for the gold cloaks to stand down. To not provoke anyone as they are known to do. He took his stance next to his sister, hand on the hilt of his sword.
"Lenora?" Cersi took a step forward. "You're alive?"
Lenora wanted to roll her eyes. Like she cared. "Clearly." She looked her mother up and down. "Wish I could say the same of my siblings."
