Game of Thrones: The Storm

S2E7 - A Man Without Honor

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That night, after speaking with Tommen about the riot, you began to think about your mother and her supposed suicide. You were in a cold sweat the entire night because of it. You couldn't sleep. Denial and anger clouded your senses and seemed to fill your chamber.

When you were in Dorne, your uncle Oberyn would tell you stories about your mother. How she was a fierce and devoted woman, but she was cunning in ways that he said would have rivaled even Tywin Lannister. That's why he was not surprised to hear that she had survived the sacking of King's Landing.

The only thing that could have explained why she wanted to kill herself was because her and Elia were so close. She was younger than Elia by 7 years, and in some ways, Elia raised her more than her own mother did.

Elia was her only family she had in King's Landing, and when she found out that she was pregnant with you, she couldn't see a way out, especially since Tywin Lannister was in the capitol, watching her every move. You couldn't have imagined how scared she was, being surrounded by rapers, murderers, and powerful men.

It also didn't help that there was a word for children like you in Dorne, old nans tales to scare women expecting their first child. Children born of hate and cruelty. A blue-eyed creature, what Idina would have seen as a demon... seed of the man who caused the death of her older sister and precious niece and nephew.

You had heard stories from Littlefinger and the other high lords that when they had known her, she was a very anxious and paranoid woman. They said her mannerisms matched that of King Aerys before he truly went mad.

Even if you really were a demon though, she should have loved you anyways and not killed herself. Even a spiteful, hateful, and downright evil woman like Cersei loved her children, but for some reason your own mother couldn't stick around to love you, and that was the choice she made.

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As the light of a new day slowly poured into the window of your chambers, your lazy eyes just watched the cast of light slowly creep across the floor.

You finally decided to get out of bed when your handmaiden walked in, all bright eyed and ready to face the day, while you looked to be the complete opposite.

"You look ill, m'Lady," she spoke in an almost sing song voice. She was way too happy for your liking this morning.

"Get out," you grumbled, leaning against the post of your bed and rubbing your eyes.

"Pardon?"

"I said, get the fuck out of my room, you peppy bitch," you looked her dead in the eye as you spoke in a monotone voice that she definitely heard this time. When she managed to make her way to the door you spoke again. "Send in a maid that doesn't sing when she talks."

While you waited on a new maid to walk through the door, you walked over to your pitcher of wine on your desk and poured yourself a glass. After taking a few sips, you took both the pitcher and the glass over to the chair where your handmaid usually brushes out your ratty ass hair.

After ten minutes, and two glasses of wine, a new maid finally walked through your chamber door. She never spoke, she just walked over, picked up your hairbrush and brushed your hair in utter silence. When she was done brushing your hair out, she went and grabbed leathers and armor for you to wear.

"Why the armor?" You asked, glancing at her from the corner of your eye before taking a sip of your wine. The more you looked at her, the more you realized that she was Sansa's handmaiden, her newest one, the foreigner.

"You killed Ser Meryn to keep Sansa from being beat," she responded as you froze for a second before setting your wine down and standing up. "I saw you leaving the wall that night, the wall where Ser Meryn was pushed over."