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...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Nalia was standing on her balcony leaning against it, looking down on Kings Landing. Most days she would stare down at the peasants like they were ants. Nothing more than the dirt below her shoes. Nalia never like nor felt bad for them. Most of them are thieves, rapists and murders.
She didn't hate them all. She felt bad for the women who are forced to be obedient and the children who starve. She felt bad yes but didn't care enough to help them. Would could she do? she isn't a Queen. She's a Princess born to wed a man who will put babies in her belly.
Nalia always wanted to be a mother and if she was she swore that she would be a better one than Cersei ever was to her. But she could never see herself being some Lords wife.
At her time in court she had never found any Lord to be attractive. Handsome yes, but not attractive. Even the most admired ones like Loras Tyrell and Oberyn Martell. Not even a bastard born of passion and lust like Ramsay Bolton was appealing to her.
No man has ever stood out, but women on the other hand. Nalia has never thought about that until the other night. She will continue to think about it until she is certain about what it is she wants. On the plus side she'll have something to think about all month as she travels across the seven kingdoms in a carriage with Cersei and her siblings.
Nalia terrified of the outcome, knew that she would have to do everything in her power to keep her secret hidden.
"Princess. The carriage is ready." The kingsguard spoke from the other side of her door.
Nalia slides the dagger her father gave her into her boots just incase she would need to use it, and then exits her chambers and follows the kingsguard to the gates where the carriage awaits.
As she took the last few steps of the staircase outside of the castle, her family had been waiting at the bottom. Tommen and Myrcella looked bored. Cersei and Joffrey were annoyed that she had kept them waiting, and King Robert was happy that he would soon get to see his old friend again.
"Eventually." Joffrey sighs, as he enters the Royal carriage with Tommen and Myrcella.
"You kept your King waiting." Cersei spat whilst staring at Nalia.
Nalia goes to retaliate, but her father speaks up. "Nonsense! Nalia is my daughter, the princess! We'll wait if we have to."
Nalia smiles up at Robert only for him to return it. Joffrey sighs again annoyed that their father had shown her kindness and not him.
"Now, come on!" Robert commands as Cersei steps into the carriage and takes her seat next to Joffrey. "Nalia you can ride up front with me."
She walks over to her white horse that she named Moon when she was little. Nalia climbs on to her horse and rides beside Robert as the guards and carriage follow behind.
And they start there very long journey from Kings Landing to Winterfell.
