𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑 | arya stark

𝐢. a golden cage is still just a cage

❝I'm right where you left me❞

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Morgana Baratheon watched from the balcony as her uncle plead his case, chained to his small wooden dais like the monster the whole world beloved him to be. The whole world expect for his own niece. She believed this entire trial to be an utter farce and could only be considered the shit under the boot of politics rather than the fair trial her grandsire, Tywin Lannister, made it out to be. 

Time had passed since she was left all alone in the world by her only friend and escaped into the night. All of court were of the belief the choppy haired Stark had perished somehow in all of the confusion after the death of Ned Stark but Morgana knew better than to doubt Arya Stark.

She only wished she had taken her with her.

And now it seemed, the Gods saw fit to steal her final ally in the Red Keep away from her all because Joffrey couldn't hold his poison. A poison she herself had helped administer with the help of Olenna Tyrell and Petyr Baelish. Morgana tried to convince herself that she wouldn't have done it had she known her uncle Tyrion would be immediately accused but she knew that wasn't true.

Joffrey had to die, and she was happy enough to help.

Morgana had always had an affinity for poison, much can be learnt when you unsupervised in the castle of Kings.

Morgana watched as a woman, clearly from the free cities as shown from her accent and state of dress, approach the stand as a witness. She saw her uncle's face fall with a bitter betrayal that Morgana had never seen on Tyrion's face with every word the woman spoke.

"Shae." A croak came from the usually sharp tongued dwarf. "Please, don't."

The woman turned to him, watching as he very nearly begged her with his expression. Morgana's eyes narrowed as she stared through the dimly lit chambers from her place watching from above.

"I'm a whore, remember?" Shae said, voice shaking lightly with an anger Morgana could not explain before the woman turned back to the assembled jurors. "That was before he married Sansa, after that all he wanted was her. But she wouldn't let him in her bed, so he promised to kill King Joffrey for her."

Lies, Morgana thought to herself as the assembled crowd gasped like the lily livered twats they all were. She knew Sansa well, although neither had particular much in common Morgana still went out of her way to show the Stark girl she had some allies at court. She hoped perhaps she could provide some solace to Sansa as she knew what it was like to be the subject of Joffrey's abuse. Another reason he deserved to die.

Morgana watched as Cersei's face twisted with a sick satisfaction at how the trial was unraveling. To think she came from the womb if that monster was sickening to Morgana. She wondered, if Cersei hated her so much, why she had not been sent away to marry some far away Lord or Prince as Myrcella had. Perhaps both mother and daughter would've been happier if she had. And yet here she would remain, the ghost of the Red Keep.

"Father." Tyrion practically whispered and yet his words silence the room. "I wish to confess... I wish to confess."

Morgana raised a brow, surely her uncle was smarter than that. She even saw Jaime's face seem to grow pale in the dim light, he seemed to be thinking long the same lines as her.

"You wish to confess?" Her pompous Grandfather asked as he leaned forward on the Iron Throne, a chair that was not his in any right, to look at his son.

Tyrion turned, his chains clanking as he faced the assembled crowd of nobleman. "I saved you. I saved this City, and all your worthless lives." He hissed, eyes burning into each face that seemed flush under the glare of the infamous Imp of Casterly Rock. He stood, a look of pure anger replacing he anguish of his earlier betrayal. "I should've let Stannis kill you all."