Hearing the chamber door open behind me where I turned my head around seeing a young girl who looked to be the right age of 15 or 16 with auburn hair tied up in a bun and gray Stark eyes staring directly at me with confusion written on her face. “Who are you? This is my chamber, not yours.”
“I'm your new lady in waiting, my lady. My name is Clarrise Arther.” I curtsied before her with a weak smile hoping she would find me alright.
She clasped her hands together in front of her stomach. “How long have you been a lady in waiting?”
“I actually just started today. But I am a quick learner.” I said with confidence in my voice.
The Stark girl paused walking towards me. “Who hired you?’
“Tyrion Lannister, Lady Stark.”
Sansa clicked her tongue sitting down in the chair by her vanity. “Alright. Could you brush my hair?”
“Of course.” I replied doing as she asked and I found myself thinking about Amber when doing so. I wish my father hadn't sent her off to another area of the castle to work rather than be able to hang out with me.
Hours later it was daytime when I began to stroll the hallways on my own. I could make note of how much everything had changed inside my former home. The family portraits and Targaryen flags had been torn down and burned leaving no existence of my family's rule. Somehow with the swaying of my dress I could see the bits of fire ash on the stone floor on the now clean floor before me. This wasn’t anything like my home growing up was.
“You monster. Myrcella is my only daughter. Do you really think I'll let you sell her like a common whore?” I heard the Queen's voice coming from the shut chamber door that I had passed.
I backed up pressing my ear against the wooden door to listen. “Myrcella's a princess. Some would say she was born for this.”
“I will not let you ship her off to Dorne like I was shipped off to Robert Baratheon.” Cersei growled in his face.
Tyrion responded back. “Dorne is the safest place for her.”
“Are you mad the Marvel's loathe us.”
He said back. “That’s why we need to seduce them. We're going to need their support in the war your son started.”
“She'll be a hostage.”
He corrected her. “A guest.”
“You think the piece of paper father gave you keeps you safe. Ned Stark had a piece of paper too.” She bared her teeth.
Tyrion replied softly. “It's done, Cersei.”
“No.”
His voice moved away from the door. “You cannot stop it.”
“No!” Cersei must have knocked over things on the table because I heard glass shattering.
“Just how safe do you think she will be if the city is sacked. Do you want to see raped, butchard like the Targaryen children. Make no mistake they'll mount her pretty little head on a spike right beside yours.” Tyrion warned her and I shook in fear when he mentioned the death of my siblings.
Cersei shouted at him. “Get out!. Get out!”
“Vaella. I didn't expect to see you out here. What's wrong?” Tyrion bumped into me when he rushed out of the room.
I responded by rubbing the back of my neck not meaning to spy on the young lion and his sister. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to spy.”
“Don’t apologize for spying. That is one of the key things you must learn when you play the game.”
Knitting my brows at him I asked. “The game. What do you mean?”
“The game that is surviving this world of politics and fending for yourself.” Tyrion responded looking up at me. “Always know as many people as you can. You have to be one step ahead of everyone you encounter.”
My father had taught me that lesson the night he died.
“You wanted to see me, father.” I slowly walked forward with Jaime standing near the bottom stairs, hand resting on his sword handle.
My father sat on his throne scratching at his bleeding hand that he had cut on the metal chair when he say down. “You will be Wed off to Tywin Lannister.”
“What! No, I won't.” I sharply snapped back at him.
My father raised his voice. “You dare defy my orders, child. I have already claimed your brother Rhaegar a traitor but I never expected you. Guards, seize her!”
“Your Grace, surely you can spare her. She's your daughter.” Jaime softly spoke to him.
My father sent him a glare. “Be quiet, Lannister!”
“Father, please don't do this.” I winced when two guards grabbed my arms and held me tightly in their grips.
Aerys Targaryen rose from his chair shouting down to me with such furry in his voice. “You have betrayed me, daughter. You are no longer loyal to me and for that I sentence you to die.”
“My king, she's your daughter.” Jaime attempted a second time doing his best to not let too much emotion cross his facial expression.
He didn't care not change his mind. “Shut up! Vaella Targaryen I sentence you to die. Burn her like the others.”
“Your Grace, Robert Baratheon has reached the gates.” Another guard entered the throne room.
My father sat back down on his throne waving his hand. “Let her go. We have other traitors to attend to.”
“How do you plan on doing that?”
Horrifying words that would haunt me for the rest of my life came from his mouth. “Burn them all - burn them all!”
“Vaella! You need to get out of here right now.” Jaime helped me up from the ground and I gripped his forearm for balance. “There’s an escape hole under the tunnels. Go to the tunnel and my brother Tyrion will be there. Look for blonde hair and he's short.”
“What about you?” I asked feeling my heart trying to beat out of my chest.
He holds my shoulders in his hands. “I'll make sure he doesn’t send the guards after you. But I just want you to be safe. You are one of the only people I care about.” Nodding my head I ran up the stairs and around the corner yet I halted in my tracks hearing my father utter those words over and over.
“Burn them all!”
Hiding behind the nearest pillar I peaked my head around watching Jaime slowly stalk behind my father who had risen from the throne shouting those three words over and over repeatedly. “Oh my god!” I shrieked, clutching my eyes closed after Jaime’s sword was stabbed into the back of his back and his body collapsed to the steps after he drew his sword out.
A few other guards and Ned Stark entered the room quickly with Robert Baratheon all stunned at the sight before them. “Crown who you damn well like.” Jaime grumbled sitting on the throne with his half stained in blood sword. Holding my hands over my mouth I couldn't form words knowing the realm would never be the same.
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The Lion Knight and Dragon Princess
FanfictionRobert Baratheon believes he has wiped out the last Targaryen children, but what if that isn't the case. What if Jaime Lannister who everyone refers to as "Kingslayer" had a hand in it. Would the middle daughter of the Mad King and Rhaella Targaryen...
