Nalia Baratheon is the only true born of Cersei Lannister and Robert Baratheon, but her bastard brother is the one to ascend the throne.
Nalia has never wanted to claim her birth right, not until she met Margaery Tyrell.
NALIA BARATHEON X MARGAERY...
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It's a cold and cloudy morning in Kings Landing when Nalia Baratheon is wrapped up in her red and gold bedsheets. A very naked maid laying peacefully beside her.
The cold morning air wakening the princess up and out of bed. Nalia throws on one of her dressing gowns as the maid, who's name she can't remember, stirs awake.
"Your Grace." Maid groans as she rubs her eyes and sits up causing the bedsheets to fall, revealing the top half of her naked body.
Nalia had never slept with anyone especially not a girl until last night. She was very drunk after her mother, Cersei, had told her that Jon Arryn had passed from a sudden fever that morning.
Jon Arryn was like a second father to Nalia. He was a loyal and truthful man, to the crown and to her father. Jon was always lecturing Nalia, trying to teach her new things, whilst her real father, the king, would hunt boars and fuck whores.
Not to say that her father was a bad father. Well not to her anyways. Father would always take her side no matter if she was right or wrong and when Nalia was younger he would teach her how to wield a sword, that was until Cersei told him it was to dangerous.
Ever since growing up Nalia knew that she was her fathers favourite. She didn't know if it was because she was the only one of her siblings that had the same hair colour or if it was just because she's his eldest, but he showed more love towards her than any of his other children.
But the opposite could be said for her mother. Nalia could tell ever since she was a child that her mother liked her the least. Nalia never knew why, but she could see the look on Cersei's face and the sharp tone she used when speaking to her. Nalia never let anyone see that it bothered her, but it did. Still does. Nalia remembers many nights as a child were she would cry herself to sleep thinking that her mother despised her.
"Your Grace. Are you alright?" Maid asks, gently placing a hand on her shoulder.
Nalia moves her shoulder away from the Maids touch, but keeps her site on the floor. "Perhaps you should leave." She suggests
The Maid silently agreed, grabbing all her things, but before she could sneak out the door Nalia speaks up.
"If you tell anyone about this I'll cut your tongue out and shove it down your throat."
And with that the maid, hurried out of Nalia's chambers with a terrified look.
That's when she lets out a deep breath, she never knew she was holding in.
Nalia had broken the law. The Princess of the seven kingdoms had broken the law by bringing a women into her bed chambers. She had no idea what to do now.
The only thing that was on her mind was the wet cunt her fingers had fucked and a nice warm bath that was desperately needed.
So, the princess takes a much needed bath. Scrubbing harshly to get any traces of her sin away. Eventually she relaxes not caring about the maid as she realises that if the maid decides to speak which she was most certain she wouldn't, it would be a maids word again a Princesses.
