Silver Stag

Find My Daughter

[King's Landing - Red Keep, Cersei's Chambers] 

Cersei's heart raced as she paced the walls of her chambers, her mind consumed by the attempt on her life and the disappearance of her daughter, Aelinor. She had sent her most trusted men to retrieve Myrcella from Dorne, but they had failed.

But, Cersei had another daughter, one she had all but forgotten in her obsession with Myrcella. Aelinor, her eldest daughter, had been pregnant when Cersei had blown up the Sept of Baelor, and she had no idea where her eldest daughter was, only that she was with Daemon Targaryen, the exiled prince of Dragonstone.

She had lost her eldest son, Joffrey, to the poisoned cup of the Tyrell shrew, and her youngest son, Tommen, had followed him in death just a few yeas later. Her daughters, Aelinor and Myrcella, were all she had left of her children, and she clung to them desperately. The mere thought of losing either of them was unbearable.

Myrcella, her sweet little lioness, and the only remaining child she shared with her twin brother.

Aelinor, with her Targaryen features and fiery spirit, was the spitting image of her cousin, Rhaegar. Cersei couldn't help but feel a sense of pride whenever she looked at her daughter, despite the fact that Aelinor's existence was a constant reminder of her own failures as a mother.

Cersei's mind raced with thoughts of her daughter, her eyes flashing with anger and fear. How could Aelinor have been so foolish? Didn't she know the dangers of getting involved with the Targaryens? They were all mad, every last one of them.

She called upon Qyburn, her loyal advisor and physician, who entered her chambers with a bow. "Your Grace, what is it that you need?"

"I need to know where my daughter is," Cersei snapped, her voice tight with anxiety. "I sent men to retrieve Myrcella from Dorne, but they failed. Now I have no idea where Aelinor is. Has anyone seen her?" Her face twisted in a scowl as she stared at the man standing before her. "She was pregnant when I... when the Sept exploded. I have reason to believe she may have run off to be with Daenerys' brother, Daemon, on Dragonstone."

Qyburn, a man known for his cunning and intelligence, bowed his head in thought. "I have heard rumors, my queen. It is said that Aelinor did indeed flee to Dragonstone, seeking the protection of her cousin, Daemon. She bears a striking resemblance to her cousin, Rhaegar, with her Targaryen features. Many believe she may be the true heir to the Iron Throne."

Cersei's grip on the armrests of her chair tightened. "The true heir? My sons are dead, Qyburn. All of them. I have no one left to inherit the throne but Aelinor."

Qyburn hesitated before speaking, his voice low and measured. "My queen, it is not wise to place all your hopes on Aelinor. She is Targaryen in all but name, and the people will not forget the atrocities committed by the Mad King and his children. They may not be as forgiving as you would like."

Cersei's scowl deepened. "I do not care about the people's forgiveness. I will do whatever it takes to maintain my power and the power of my family. Aelinor is my only hope now. I will not rest until she is back in King's Landing, where she belongs."

Qyburn bowed his head in understanding. "As you wish, my queen. I will do everything in my power to locate Aelinor and bring her back to you."

"Everything?" Cersei repeated, her voice dripping with skepticism. "What exactly does that entail?"

"We will gather all the information we can, and use all the resources at our disposal to locate your daughter," Qyburn said, his eyes never leaving hers. "We will leave no stone unturned, Your Grace."

Cersei nodded, her mind racing with thoughts of her daughter's safety. She knew that Qyburn was loyal, but she couldn't shake the feeling that he was hiding something from her.