The Force works in mysterious ways.
When Senator Padmé Amidala Naberrie dies of 'a broken heart' after giving birth to her twins, she finds herself reborn in a strange place called Westeros. A place with no technology and very archaic in its treatm...
There are the many things Naerys misses from her life as Padmé, aside from her loved ones. Such as technology, indoor plumbing, faster transportation, better education, less religious influence, and better medical treatments. One she misses the most is the food. Naerys would do anything for a double nerf burger with cheese and nuna bacon with a freshly brewed half- caf served with bantha cream and Christophsian sugar from Dex's Dinner and a drink of ice cold Muja Fruit juice. Just thinking about it made Naerys mouth water.
But sadly, Naerys knew she would never eat that again. It's not to say the food here was awful. It's just.... bland. It's as though these people have never heard of spices!
Picking slightly at her unseasoned food, she did her best to ignore the awkward atmosphere that surrounded the table. At least once a week her Grandsire Viserys would insist on a "family meal". He would obliviously act as though nothing was wrong, that there was no rift in the family. Always the one to ignore the bantha in the room. He was a fool. Viserys the Peaceful? More like Viserys the Blinded, or even Viserys the Weak Minded. He was as clueless as a happy happabore on spice.
The atmosphere was even worse after the stunt Alicunt pulled when baby Joff was born, never mind that the bubble brained bitch insisted her attack dog be in the room as her guard. Naerys parents both hated that man, and it was easy to see.
Naerys just knew today was going to be one of those days. Maybe she's wrong. Maybe the force will surprise her and not make today the worst.
"I expect all of you in the throne room an hour after we finish." Viserys suddenly said. Everyone in the room looked up at him in confusion.
"Father?" "My Love?" Both her mother and Alicent started at the same time.
"Lord Lyman Beesbury, our master of coin, is to be visited by his grandchildren and he wishes to present them at court." He stopped to cough a wheezing cough. It very much reminded Naerys of General Grievous. "I expect everyone of you there and on your best behavior!"
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Nothing had surprised Naerys more than discovering she wasn't the only one to have been reborn. It had been a huge shock when members out house Beesbury had come to the Keep to visit Lord Lyman Beesbury and Naerys had seen the face of someone dear to her, Dormé. One of her loyal handmaidens, who protected her and her secrets. Based on the look on her face Dormé hadn't been expecting to see her either. Seeing her dear friends eyes begin to well with tears, Naerys have the subtle sign for 'later' 'wait' and 'being watched'. When Padmé had been Queen of Naboo, the Handmaidens and her had come up with verbal and nonverbal signals to each other so they could communicate infront of others. Dormé quickly schooled her face as Lord Lyman continued presenting his family.
"My grandson and heir, Lord Alan Beesbury. And Lady Floris Beesbury, my Granddaughter." Dormé, or rather Floris stepped forth and curtsied.
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With the presentation at court finished, Naerys swiftly made her way to the Beesburys. They were after all loyal to her mother's faction, it would do her good to greet them as her mothers heir.
"Lord Lyman! My apologies for interrupting."
"Princess, you know I always welcome your presence."
"Thank you my lord. I had actually come to speak with your granddaughter. Her dress is absolutely beautiful, I wished to compliment her on it and speak more of such things. Might I give her a tour?"
"Oh you are too kind, my princess. It sounds like a great idea."
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They pulled away from their tight hug just enough to see eachothers face, but stayed gripping each other's arm. "Dormé" Naerys whispered.
"My lady!" Was wailed back. "You're alive!"
They were hidden away in Naerys bed chambers. "I am" She replied. "And you're here!"
"I am," was said with a teary laugh.
"So, Floris?" Naerys asked with a raised eyebrow.
"No, I'm Florys now. Just as I was once Dorra and became Dormé once in your service."
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It was actually rather easy to convince the Beesburys to allow Floris, now Florys, to be Naerys Lady in Waiting. It's a rather big honor to be a Lady in Waiting to a member of the Royal family, let alone for the future Queen.
That night, Naerys and Florys decided to have a "sleep over", just as they once did as Padmé and Dormé. It was less lonely sharing a bed, especially with someone you trusted so implicitly.
"Do you think it's just us?" Florys asked in a gentle wisper, late into the night.
"I'm not sure. Maybe. Maybe not. I'm just glad I'm not alone anymore. I love my new family, I do, but, it's just not the same." Naerys grabbed her friends hand softly and gave it a gentle squeeze. She felt a squeeze back.
"I understand. I feel the same."
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Authors Note: sorry it took so long. I was debating with myself on whether to post it or not. I'mnot sure I like how it came out. I've also been having ideas for another fic. Its kinda Dark. The OC is based on Morgana Pendragon from BBC Merlin. If you're interested please let me know. ♡♡♡
