Nalia Baratheon is the only true born of Cersei Lannister and Robert Baratheon, but her bastard brother is the one to ascend the throne.
Nalia has never wanted to claim her birth right, not until she met Margaery Tyrell.
NALIA BARATHEON X MARGAERY...
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A while after Nalia was still strolling through the woods by herself looking for fire wood. She had bundled up a small pile of wood, but someone probably a soldier has taken it thinking he just got lucky with finding random wood to use for a fire.
So, Nalia after a couple of minutes of angrily swearing to herself, she give up with the task her Queen has given her and instead has a nice peaceful walk through the woods.
All that could be heard is bird, bugs and the smooth winds brushing past her ear. She was surrounded by big trees and beautiful wild flowers that grew untamed.
Old tracks of wild animals could be slightly seen in the mud, as the sun slowly starts to go down, but the air was warm.
It was the most at peace Nalia has been since training with her father all those years ago.
But of course nothing good ever lasts in the 7 kingdoms as the beautiful silence is disturbed by a type of wood clattering together in the distance.
Nalia being Nalia decided she would adventure towards the noise and see who has rudely interrupted the Princesses joyous day.
As she got closers the noise became more clearer. It was as if wood was hitting wood then heavy breathing could be heard.
Beyond, in a clearing overlooking the river, she came upon a young boy and a young girl playing with wooden swords pretending to be Knights.
There swords are made of wooden sticks and broom handles. The young ones were rushing across the grass, swinging at each other, the boy was a lot bigger and was pressing the attack, as the small, skinny girl in leather was dodging and blocking the attacks, but not all.
When the girl tried lunging at him he blocked and swings quickly, hitting the girl on the side of her arm. The girl held her arm and let out a grunt of pain before revealing her face to Nalia. It was Arya Stark.
And then strutting over comes Joffery in his red leather outfit and the freshly welded sword our mother got him, Sansa slightly following behind.
"Arya?" Sansa shouts, embarrassed that her betrothed had seen her little sister act nothing like a lady.
"What are you doing here? Go away." Arya shouts back, anger visible on her face.
"Your sister?" Joffery stupidly asks looking between the two Stark girls.
Sansa nods and blushes at the same time. Nalia stood trying to figure out if it was from embarrassment or because of Joffery looking her way.
"And who are you, boy?" Joffery asks in a commanding tone, moving towards the pale, ginger boy with freckles.
"Mycah, M'lord." The boy answers dropping his wooden sword.
"He's the butchers boy." Sansa informs her Prince, as the nearby Princesses presence has not been noted yet.
