But white soon turned red, and a bastard girl was born in fire and blood, a babe who didn't burn.
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In which a Targaryen slave was sold back to her family
Aegon T x Female oc x Aemond T
Helaena T x Female oc
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Building trust was no easy thing; it took time and patience, and Allarria had always found it to be such an incredibly dull process. She'd spent years training and learning how to do it right so that they saw all the good and none of the bad. Yet now, as she was in the thick of the keep supposedly building trust with the greens, she couldn't deny how enjoyable the process had turned out to be. Sure, once the blacks returned, she'd do nothing but instigate and cause fights between them, but for now, she was content to spend her mornings with Aegon and Aemond as they trained and her afternoons with Helaena and her mother, filling the time with embroidery or tea or whatever they felt like doing.
But if they ever found out her secrets... that she hadn't spent her entire life in that cage in the whorehouse, they'd never forgive her. And now she was emotionally involved; she had too much to lose, and if she lost them, everything would be ruined. Yet some lowborn wench who did nothing but wash dishes thought that she could try to blackmail her? A princess of the seven kingdoms? Allarria didn't think so. She only knew of her true origins because she'd seen her with Lord Tully's son in the past, and one little slip didn't mean she'd let the girl extort her, especially not for a hundred gold coins. A hundred gold coins that she didn't have.
So when she strode into her chambers as though she owned it, the wench gave a proud smirk, telling Allarria all about how she'd tricked her protector into letting her in and that she was ready for her money. It was then that Allarria flew at her. The knife in her hand was one she had stolen from the kitchen, one the wench could easily get her hands on, and as she stabbed it through the girl's throat, she didn't even hesitate. She didn't step back as the girl stumbled around, gagging and gasping as she bled out all over both Allarria and her new carpet. She couldn't help but sigh at the sight of the mess she was making. She had really liked that carpet, and now it would have to be thrown away.
