| CHAPTER TWO; Sleeping Execution Kiss| ———————————————————— ( WARNING! A non-consensual occurrence is included in the end, I do not recommend this AT ALL! )
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"The worst isn't done. The worst is just beginning, and there are no happy endings."
— Samwell Tarly
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SANSA WAS STILL MEANT to marry Joffrey Baratheon. But Joffrey often tried to spend his time with Orphée, only for her to ignore him and sit in a new corner, staring at her lap as he sat silently next to her. That was the only time that Cersei would ever see Joffrey so quiet, so patient and content. All because he was sitting by the little girl. As much as Cersei wanted to hate Orphée, she couldn't. She just couldn't.
Orphée had yet to warm up to Joffrey, or anyone in her life aside from Sansa. She couldn't speak to him, she didn't even know how to utter a word. Not longing to have her tongue chopped for addressing him incorrectly. It would inconvenience her majorly— and that is what held her back. Not fear. Even if Orphée warmed up to the Prince, she would never marry him. She wouldn't even like him romantically, for she was already worried about that with someone else.
Something was going on in Kings Landing, something was going to happen to her father. She knew it.
Petyr was currently passing by one of his whore-houses when he spotted a boy with black hair, staring at him from a dark alley. He stared back, assuming the boy was curious. Maybe he'd convince him to pay to sleep with one of the women, Petyr thought. But as the boy smiled mischievously, Petyr knew that look all too well.
Petyr wasted no time, making his way through the crowds toward the boy. The boy simply laughed, his pointy canines making an appearance. But as he reached his destination, the boy was nowhere to be seen. Petyr shivered, feeling multiple unseen stares on him...analyzing him. But the alleyway was deserted, no evidence of the boy ever being there. Petyr frowned and began to wonder if ghosts really were real, but he quickly dismissed the childish thought.
"Where is my daughter, Petyr?" Catelyn growled upon hearing Ned's notice of Orphée's whole day-long disappearance. Where had she gone?
"The oddest thing just occurred." Was all he had to say, breathlessly. He was still quite perplexed, wondering if he was going ill and hallucinating. "A boy disappeared."
"I don't believe I asked about a useless city boy! I asked about my daughter, Orphée Stark." Catelyn snarled, glaring at the man in front of her. The man obsessed with her and soon to be obsessed with her two vulnerable daughters.
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Orphée and Sansa were very pleased, Joffrey had assured them that Sansa's begging had pleased him and that he would consider allowing Ned to live. But no one knew how much of a bastard Joffrey was, in more ways than one.
So, as everyone gathered around to see an open trial, Ned Stark was brought onto a tall platform for all to see...Arya, who was hiding, was clearly shocked as everyone screamed at her father. Meanwhile, Orphée pursed her lips, she knew what was coming when he entered. But Sansa did not, for she maintained her sweet smile. Petyr smiled as well.
There was too much noise and cheering for Orphée's liking, she couldn't stand it. "I am Eddard Stark, Lord of Winterfell and hand of the king." Ned glances at his daughters, close to speaking his true feelings. But as Sansa nods at him, he does what he was to for his children, "I come before you to confess my treason. In the sight of gods and men, I betrayed the faith of my king and the trust of my friend Robert. I swore to protect and defend his children, but before his blood was cold, I plotted to murder his son and seize the throne for myself." He looked down at his feet, ashamed of what he was forcing himself to do.
Everyone began screaming again, Ned being struck in the head. Sansa frowned, Orphée gently grabbing her hand and looking up at her taller sister sweetly. "Let the high Septon and Barlow the Blessed bear witness to what I say. Joffrey Baratheon is the one true heir to the iron throne." Ned said, Joffrey turning to his mother who gave him a smile. He then glanced at Orphée for approval, who nodded with innocent doe eyes that almost looked like the Baratheon trait. That only attracted him more toward her. "By the grace of all the gods, lord of the seven kingdoms and protector of the realm." Everyone was still shouting rudely at Ned, loyal to a boy who did not care about them at all.
"As we sin, so do we suffer. This man has confessed his crimes in sight of gods and men, the gods are just. But velvet Baelor taught us they can also be merciful. What is to be done with this traitor, Your Grace?" The High Septon asked after turning to Joffrey.
Who shuffled closer toward where Orphée was standing, leaning and yanking her roughly over toward him. Joffrey held Orphée close and lovingly, lifting his hand and smiling at the crowd, silencing them. "My mother wishes me to let Lord Eddard join the nights watch. Stripped of all titles and powers, he would serve the realm in permanent exile. And my lady Sansa and her unworldly sister, Orphée Stark— have begged mercy for their father." Joffrey began, lying slightly. Orphée did not beg, she never would be one to beg. Joffrey smiled at Sansa falsely, "But they have the soft hearts of women, so long as I am your king, treason shall never go unpunished. Ser Ilyn! Bring me his head."
Sansa's screams could be heard over all of the shouts and cheers of the crowd. "Stop! Daddy!" Sansa screamed, Orphée struggling out of Joffrey's grip to try and run to her father. And in front of the crowd, right as Eddard's head was chopped from his body...Joffrey leaned down and kissed Orphée roughly, holding her collapsing body to his strong body. Orphee passed out, but not bothering Joffrey as he continued to kiss her sleeping lips, making sure the whole crowd could see...including Arya Stark.
In Orphée's dreams and thoughts, she knew that this evil was just the beginning. For in her current state, she had no power, no mind. At least not to anyone around her. She knew that she could not make the evil cease, but she could do the opposite.
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A/n; As you can see, the boy at the top is not Christian Coulson but it is a different boy who played the younger Tom Riddle. So the boy in the GIF is supposed to be young Drakon Zelophehad.
