ੈ✩‧₊˚ In which Lyanna Stark and Robert Baratheon did have a daughter; Nadia Baratheon. But bastards don't hold a claim to the throne. Especially when they're born a woman.
And now that her father is gone and the problematic family that is the L...
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𓆩∘ ₊˚ˑ𐂂༄ؘ꙳𓆪 Chapter 6: The color of grief ────────────────
NADIA BARATHEON
━━━ THE NERVOUSNESS in my voice falters at the familiar echoing sound outside the cell.And I figure out the obvious, Nyra is looking for me.She has for days, but I couldn't scream out of the only small window to respond without the guard at my door growing angry and kicking it with a warning.
It was enough that I went to sleep every night in fear of who would pay me a visit. In fact, when Daenerys stepped in, I had thought one of the guards grew in need of something more than a whore and would have his way with me. It was the first time I felt lucky to see a Targaryen instead.
"What is that again?" Her violet eyes squint in questioning and worry. "That, um, would be my direwolf." I stuttered without knowledge of how she would react. Back home Joffrey was ready to have her furry black head hanging in his room.
She turned away from the small window to stare at me with widened eyes. "Your what?"
I gulp and my heartbeat speeds up and I take a step toward her. "She won't hurt you or anyone." I quickly clarified before my mind went back to Elio and his shrieking screams. How a trail of blood followed Nyra and me. I have not been able to sleep since that occurred and my eyes scorched for it. "Unless I tell her to," I mumbled frankly while staring at the dull ground.
The queen blinks away some shock and irritation when Nyra begins wailing again. "And, what exactly does she want?"
"She's just looking for me." I try to subside the worry in her throat. "She hasn't seen me in days and wolves don't exactly enjoy solitude."
Daenerys pursed her lips as she considered something. It felt like there was an inch of her that still found itself doubting whether she should set me free or keep me here. Like she came in here without the thought of setting me free, but her own speech of King's Landing's justice compelled her to show compassion. But I could not risk being caged here any longer. "I mean what I said before. Nyra won't hurt anyone."
"And I meant what I said before." She asserted before speaking in a foreign language that flowed from her lips so inherently and alluringly it left me baffled. "Drāñēdan." This must be High Valyrian.
The door behind her opened and out she walked after her eyes lingered on mine for a second too long. "You may fetch your precious Nyra. But know that I will put my people's safety first. If your word is proven wrong and Nyra hurts anyone I will take action."
