A Valyrian Heart

Chapter Twelve

It's a surprise no one finds her, and no one stops her either. Baela has passed guards, they barely glance her way and then pretend they didn't see her. They must have told them about her, the woman with white hair whom no one in the palace was allowed to address without his permission. Baela watches a servant scurry off somewhere after seeing her, probably to inform Joffrey about her presence. Well, whatever, she goes over to the balcony to wait for him, hopefully, he wouldn't take long.

it was quite peaceful here, she liked it. Baela always comes at night time, not because she wants to hide herself but because he still has to be careful with moondancer. Joffrey had said dragons were only a thing of myth, which meant that everyone here believed so as well. She didn't wish to change their views, especially not when she was from the past. If there why no dragons, doesn't it mean there were no Targaryens? She didn't want to think too much about what might have happened to them all. The war had to have something to do with that. Maybe Rhaenyra found a way to kill them all. Not that Baela had anything against her stepmother, except maybe the fact that the woman had married her father on the day of her mother's burial. Baela however was very good at pretending to like people she didn't, so she got along with the woman very well.

" You look good today my lady " No, Joffrey didn't show up. Baela was merely listening in on the conversation between the two women who had shown up in the garden. She could see and hear them very well from the balcony. She knew one of the women as Margaery Tyrell, joffrey's fiance. The woman with red hair was new, Baela would remember seeing her around the palace if she had. There was something about her, maybe it was the sadness in her eyes, it was a lot like Rhaena's.

" You as well, Lady Margaery " Baela leaned against the balcony railing, her eyes fixed on Magaery and Sansa as they exchanged greetings below. Magaery's voice carried up to her, filled with false sympathy as she spoke to Sansa about her father's execution.

"I must say, Sansa, I sympathize with you for the loss of your father," Magaery said, her tone dripping with feigned concern.

Sansa nodded politely, her face betraying a hint of skepticism. She was also aware that the future Queen didn't have good intentions, yet she could only force herself to remain polite. "Thank you, Magaery. It has been a difficult time ."

Baela could sense the underlying mockery in Magaery's voice, even from her position on the balcony. It was as if Magaery was playing a twisted game, pretending to offer sympathy while secretly reveling in Sansa's misfortune. It was a pathetic thing to do really, she wanted to go forward and give that woman a piece of her mind, mainly because the Sansa reminded her a bit too much of Rhaena, docile and easily manipulated.

Baela leans away from the balcony, finding her way down the winding steps that led to the garden. Margaery was the first to notice her presence. " you shouldn't talk to her like that, it's rude"

" You are. . a servant? "

Baela almost has the urge to look down at herself, what part of her looks like his servant? However she remembers her last encounter with the Queen, Joffrey had given her the title of servant. Well played. " of course, pleasure meeting you your grace "

" I should take my leave. It was lovely meeting you, your grace" The red-haired girl says, she gives one last curious look at Baela before turning around and marching off. Baela watches her leave, wondering if her interruption had only made Sansa uncomfortable. The least she wanted was to make the cast life any more difficult than it should be, once more because she reminded her a lot like her sister.

" I haven't seen you around here before. Are you assigned to the kitchens? "

" Yes, your grace "

" And your hair, it's an odd color. Are you from the North? How do you know Sansa Stark?"