Alara Stark

CHAPTER 5

Daenerys
She wasn't happy. She had planned on being bowed down to by the former queen and her children, but no. The children were gone, and their mother was a woman of pure courage. She looked in the eye the woman who had burned and taken her city. She had had no             intentions to burn the city, but when the people declared for Queen Alara and her sons she had to teach them a lesson. She had heard the tales of the Usurpers reign. Once he married the young queen, he got himself together again. He lost weight and swore of drinking and whoring. They let there children play with the children of Kings Landing, and the people loved them. The Happy Reign it was called. She wondered what they would call hers.

Alara
"The queen would like too see you" said the Soldier who came to her room.
"Tell her I am busy" she said darkly. "I must stay with Lady Desmera."
"It is fine" smiled Desmera. "I will alert you if there is any signs of labour."
Alara nodded and followed the guard. He left her at the golden room. Robert gifted it too her for her 22nd name day. Everything was golden. The bed, the chairs, the furnishings, the goblets. They had romantic "dates" there.
The queen was seated one of the chairs.
"It's a gorgeous room" spoke the queen. Alara sat down next to her.
"Why am I here?" asked Alara.
The dragon cleared her throat. "You say your children are far away. Yes, this may be true, but it doesn't mean you can't bring them back. I promise to not hurt any of them, and name your eldest Lord Baratheon. It is much better than a life in hiding."
Alara sat up. "I cannot trust a woman who burns the city she hopes to rule. You have Kings Landing, yes, but the Targareyon blood runs no where else. The noble houses of westeros will not rise easily. My children staying away from you is best for this realm."
The queens purple eyes changed. "Yes, I suppose your children are far away. But isn't there Rickard in the north? He was sent away at a young age, it must have been so hard for you."
Alara silently fumed. "He is a ward with my family. You shall not touch him."
"I can make him my ward in seconds" smiled Daenerys.
"Do it then" said Alara. "My son will be close to me. You will never whisper little lies into his ears, he has been raised by Starks. He is an honest boy. He loved his father. He will never bow to you."
"Oh, I shall take Rickard. Your words shall not stop me" spoke the queen. "But you will not be close to your boy. No, I will take him as my ward and make him forget who he is. I will send you back to the cold of the north. You and your son shall never meet again."
Alara didn't know what to think. The queen was silly, sending her to Winterfell. She had no idea her other children were there, let alone the heir to the Iron Throne. But she wouldn't see Rickard. At least in the north she knew he was safe. But in Kings Landing, surrounded by no other baratheons, she feared he would lose his sense of self.
Suddenly an unsullied came in.
"You Grace" he spoke sullenly. "The Lady has started the process of birth."
Alara stood up and ran, the stupid queen close behind her.
Desmera was on the bed, sweating profusely. Bran held her hand and Ser Barristan and Ser Beric stood in the corner. There was a handmaiden of Alaras helping her, but no midwife.
"Please" she said to the queen. "Get her a midwife."
"If you tell me where your children are, I shall." said the queen, coldly.
"No" shrieked Desmera. "I need no midwife. Alara you can help. I have had one child, and you have birthed many children."
Alara snarled at the queen and ran to Desmera.
"Hold my hand" she said.
Desmera grabbed her hand. "Push" said Alara.
Desmera gave a scream. The babies head was there.
"Taesa get me scissors." instructed Alara. Taesa handed her a pair.
"Keep going" said Alara. Desmera gave another push, the baby was nearly there.
"One last push. Give this all you have. You will have a baby soon." Desmera nodded.
"Ahhh" she screamed and pushed with all her might. The baby came out and Alara snipped the chord.
It was a darling little girl with brans eyes and Desmeras hair.
"A girl" smiled Alara and handed Desmera the baby.
"She is gorgeous" whispered Bran.
"She is" said Desmera.
"What will we name her?" asked Bran.
Desmera but her lip. "I like Anneta, if that is alright."
"A beautiful name" smiles Bran.
They were interrupted by the queen, surrounded by her guards.
"The child shall become a ward of Daenerys Targeryon, the Unburnt." says the unsullied. He walks up to Desmera.
"No!" she shrieks. "She is my child. I will not let you take her. She is my child, give her back."
The unsullied pulls the child from Desmeras arms.
"Give the child back" says Alara. The unsullied continued to walk. That infuriated Alara. She slapped the unsullied across the cheek.
"Give her back" she ordered. The unsullied didn't flinch, and continued on walking to his queen. Alara was mad. She grappled the scissors and put them to the soldiers neck. She knew he could not fight with a squalling baby in his arms.

"Give me the baby" she said coldy. Before she could react she was seized by two unsullied. The baby was handed to Queen Daenerys.
"A child for a child?" said the queen. "If you tell me the location of one of your children I will gladly give back baby Anneta Stark."

Alara looked at her brother and his wife. They were birth on the verge of tears, but they shook their heads.
"No" she said. The Queen nodded and handed the baby to an unsullied.
"Go find a wet nurse" the Dragon said. "This baby will never meet its mother."

--Sorry for the short chapter. It's holidays now so I'll try make a bit more time to write ❤️
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