False prophet ♘ Jojen Reed // G.O.T

Chapter one; east of the lake

Beatrice

The violet sky cascaded slowly into night as the crows and Ravens swarmed the sky. The air smelt of blood and fire, wreaking of burning bodies and the baking of burnt bread. The taverns swarmed with men unsullied and the women who accompanied them. Streets filled with peasants and people from all around the Seven Kingdoms, this was King's Landing.

This was the Capitol, this was the home of the beast himself. This was my inescapable prison.

With my bare aching hands on my balcony I looked down and saw it all, still I couldn't quite muster up any other great ideas or strategies on how to free my father and still protect his precious name in my head. I had already begged for mercy, negotiated terms and trades, I've even sworn my oath and allegiance to the throne. Sadly no matter what I say, it still won't be enough to win over the bastard King Joffrey.

I know I have to be intelligent about it, I have two sisters after all that I have to do my damnedest to protect. If my father is given mercy it is a common for him to be stripped of all titles and join the night's watch. But surely he is not a turn-cloak, he swore an oath along with the rest of the Stark family and he committed the heinous act of treason and conspiracy.

My father is a good man but a man of few morals, and stupid for thinking that his actions would go unpunished. I would, and have already begged with my younger sister for his mercy but I personally do not think that there is any good in that. The lannisters are not merciful, nor will they ever be.

With his trial being held tomorrow at the square of the town I only have tonight to convince them as best as I can.

Whilst the night grew darker, I hear faint knocks on my door, it startles me but I quickly fix myself and say;" Come in."

The door creeks open, its protruding embellishments of flowers caressing the stranger's silk fabric as the figure walks in and I immediately recognize her face. Cersei Lannisters.

" Your Grace, what a surprise," I say smiling and curtsying.

" Oh no my dear, we shall have nothing of that," she says with a soft voice. I examen her gown and see what a beauty it is. Ivory with a soft pink and a gold sigil cascading down her back. Only the finest for the highborn.

" Such a beauty you are. It's a pity that I do not have any older kin, you deserve a husband with a name as fine as Lannister,"  she continues as she takes as few steps further into the room.

I nod my head and I almost I instantly see that my opinion pleases her. I have to keep her jovial after all.

" If I may ask," I start, waiting for the approval to continue. " Please do, I'd love your input in this joyous controversy," she answers me quickly, gesturing me to sit down.

I obey and rest my rear on my bed.
" I have spoken to your son,-" " the king," she corrects me.
" The king. And I feel he has been rather ignorant of my claims. Yes my father is and was a traitor and he conspired behind the throne but giving him mercy would spare you and the king any further enemies in the future," I continue as she sits beside me and rests her hand on mine.

It is in fact true, by sparing his life and not harming any other Starks the Throne could bypass a war.

" I am well aware of that Beatrice, and I appreciate that we are on the same side when it comes to that decision of sparing your father's life. But it is not my decision to make, it is my son's," she answers in monotone, staring daggers at me while she tightens the grip around my hand.

" Weren't you to be wed ?," she asks so bluntly." Yes, but given our current status and situation that won't be happening any time soon," I answer knowing that I was glad that I wasn't to be married, it's not love nor will it ever be. I never liked House Dustin much.