Not Just a Kingslayer

Chapter 20

A few months passed without anything of much import. Margaery and Daena spent a lot of time together at the same time as Petyr and Daena grew closer. Cersei was Cersei, but what else could be expected?

All the while, Daena's stomach bloomed with the child inside of her. It wasn't noticeable, but if one looked closely they could tell. And that proved to be a problem.

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As Daena was walking through the halls, a hand came out of a side passage and pulled her into it. She gasped but when she saw who it was a bit of the tense left her shoulders. Cersei was a person to be feared, yes, but not physically, as she had expected of whoever had pulled her into that hallway.

"Your Grace," she said carefully, trying to keep her face clear.

"Hello, Daena," Cersei, said, a fake smile plastered to her face. "I wanted to ask you about something."

"Oh?" Daena said, affecting a light, cheery tone.

"Why didn't you tell me the news? I've always wanted a nephew or a niece." She was smiling, but there was anger in her wildfire eyes.

"I thought," Daena began to say, but stopped when the queen's eyes blazed. I thought you had three. She smiled. "Why would I tell you? You would probably try to have it killed, if you couldn't kill me."

"I have a right to know when my brother's lady wife is with child."

"Do you? He doesn't know yet."

"He isn't here. Besides, Jaime never really cared for children."

Just then, a young boy came up to them. He looked frightened as he took in the two women glaring at each other with undisguised hatred.

"Y-Your Grace? My l-lady? I was told to bring a m-message to the two of you."

They turned to him. Cersei raised her eyebrow, which only served to make him even more flustered.

"They t-told me to t-tell you that..."

"What?" Cersei spat.

He trembled. "S-Ser J-Jaime is on h-his way back to the c-city."

They both stood in silence for a moment.

"Thank you very much," Daena said to the boy. He blushed and stammered a courtesy, then ran off, leaving the Kingslayer's women alone with their thoughts.

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Daena was walking through the halls once again when she felt a familiar presence at her side. "Petyr," she said.

He grinned. "How do you always know it's me?"

Sh grinned back. "Anyone else would talk."

"Not my wonderful eunuch friend Lord Varys."

"Lord Varys doesn't take an interest in me."

"My lady, Lord Varys takes an interest in everyone. You would do well to know that. Anyway, where are you headed?"

"Well, after my lovely conversation with the Queen and the discovery that Jaime will be back soon, I'm quite tired, so I'm going to my chambers."

"I'll walk you back." Daena could've sworn she heard a hint of malice in his tone. "You say Ser Jaime is to return soon?" he asked nonchalantly.

"Yes," she said, oblivious to the malignant glint in his eye. They reached her chambers. "Thank you, Petyr."

"Mightn't I stay for a while?" He didn't wait for a response, coming in behind her and carefully shutting the door.

Then Daena noticed a shift in the tension of the room. Petyr looked almost like a predator. And she would learn why in about three seconds.

Petyr stepped closer slowly, then suddenly darted forward, pressing her to the bed. He covered her mouth roughly with a hand and said in a whisper,"Do not say a word, or I swear by the Seven I will slit your throat." Her eyes widened in fear as he took his hand away from her mouth and began to lift her skirts up. She bit her lip to stop from crying out for anyone. As Petyr pulled his breeches down, she heard a slight noise at the door. She wriggled to see what it was and gasped.

"Jaime," she whispered. "Jaime," she screamed.

"Ah ah ah, Daena, what did I tell you?" Petyr spoke softly. He sounded like a snake would sound before it bit someone. He pulled out a dagger...

...and slammed against the wall. Jaime Lannister was back.