𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐝...

Chapter Twenty Four

All I wanted my whole life was a place to feel like home, where I am happy, safe, loved and not being observed.

Here in Westeros, I have always felt like I'm under a spotlight because I'm the king's sister, and my life, decisions, moods, feelings, and actions were out in the open for everybody in the kingdom to judge and have a say and all that aside from the family drama. After I left, not by choice, to protect myself and stayed in Albania with Vetone, for a moment I was happy and Vetone was a great person but after a while, I saw the whole picture of what he does. Then with his wife, my 'mother', I was always in danger from all the men she brings home and then what I was most afraid of... happened, over and over again. In my homeless era, I was unhappy and unsafe. And then there comes the Kuwaiti family that just was the cheery on top of all that trauma.

But I cannot deny that in Westeros I was normal. Like I wasn't happy all the time, because who is right? Life isn't always sunshine and rainbows to anyone. But I had my family, my friends, and my dragons. I was happy whenever I was inside.

I was thinking of all that on our way to the Red Keep. The Red Keep is a castle on Aegon's hill in Kings Landing, the capital of the Seven Kingdoms, and the castle contains the Iron Throne and is home to the royal family, us, our advisers, and some noble families.

We travelled from the gates just outside Kings Landing to the steps of the doors in the Red Keep in a royal carriage, so no one could see me before the king does, and have already talked to me. I couldn't see a thing because the guards told me not to open the blinds just in case. I stayed silent for the whole ride to the castle. I had nothing to say to Aegon and Aemond, it's been almost 12 years since the last time we've seen each other.

When we entered through the castle's gates, the brothers left me with the guard and went to god knows where. I walked with the guards to what I'm assuming is where the king, my brother Viserys, is. I walked through the empty hallways and massive corridors toward the Great Hall, where the throne sits, and I noticed that no one has ever walked past me except for the City Watch guards, known as the Gold Cloaks, and I knew Viserys made sure no one sees me before him.

We stopped in front of the great oak-bronze doors. One of the guards knocked on the door a couple of times to announce my presence. Then the door, or gate-like doors, opened widely revealing in front of me the Great Hall of the Red Keep.

"You stand in the presence of King Viserys of House Targaryen. The first of his name. King of the Andals and the Rhoynar, and the First Men. Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm" the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, Ser Harrold Westerling, broadcasted.

I saw my brother sit atop that ugly and massive throne. The little girl in me that was playing around and running all around this hall room wanted to run to the throne and jump in her older brother's arm. But I couldn't do that for the sole purpose that I saw he was holding his sword, Blackfyre, in his right hand. As a sign of threat.

I now am approaching the throne to speak properly to his grace, but god how I hated that throne.

The Iron Throne is an asymmetric monstrosity of spikes and jagged edges and twisted metal. The throne is built by Aegon I Targaryen, "Aegon the Conquerer", from all the melted, twisted, beaten, and broken blades surrendered by his enemies, or wrenched from the hands of the dying. According to the songs and poems, it took a thousands of blades to make.