Wolf Queen

chapter nineteen

This chapter is going to go a bit differently than it did in the show.

I wanted to go home. That's all I wanted. They were treating me like a prisoner. I couldn't even remember how long I had been locked in here.

All I could do was stare down at my belly. The High Sparrow was an awful person. He took me, the queen. I am expecting a child no less.

Cersei recently had her walk of atonement. I felt sorry for her. Septa Unella comes into my cell every single day and tells me to confess. I have nothing to confess.

She also reads me things from The Book of the Stranger. Septa Unella makes me want to beat my head off of the wall. I probably would have if I weren't pregnant.

The door opens and I already know who it is. I continue to keep my head buried in my knees.

"My queen." A familiar voice says. Cersei?

I lift my head and look at her. Her blonde hair was now cut short. My eyes moved to the bowl she had in her hands.

"Tommen," I choke out, "h-how is he?"

"I'll be truthful, not good. All he does is stare out the window. I can barely make him eat," she says and looks at the bowl, "but he did want me to bring you this."

I lift my arms to take the bowl as she hands it to me. I haven't had a nice meal in who knows how long. I sit it on the floor.

"How are you?"

I look up at her. Is she being serious? "How do you think? I'm pregnant and locked in a cell."

Cersei goes silent and I make up for the silence by weeping. She takes my hand and pulls me to my feet, taking me into her arms.

I cry into her shoulder and she pets my hair. "Shh, it's all going to be okay. We are getting you out of here."

I pull away. "When?"

"Wait a week or two before confessing. Your walk of atonement will be after," she whispers into my ear, "we will get you out of there. I promise."

I nod. She looks at the person outside the door and then back at me.

"Eat up, little dove. It may be your last for a while." Cersei says and exits the cell.

I watch her leave until I cannot see her anymore. I take a deep breath. Cersei said they were getting me out of here.

I pick up the bowl and begin eating. It tasted so good, whatever it was. I ate it until the bowl was completely empty.

Septa Unella walks in, holding out water. "Confess."

"We've been over this, I have nothing to confess." I say.

I could tell Septa Unella was already frustrated with me. It was a daily struggle for her, but not me.

I felt like in some situations Cersei wasn't trustable, but I knew she wasn't lying about getting me out of here. She's doing it for either two reasons: she actually likes me or just for Tommen.

Two weeks later

I was now home and safe. My belly grew more and more everyday. Thanks to Jaime, I could be here with Tommen.

"Is there anything at all I can get you, your grace?" Reila asks for the fiftieth time today.

I chuckle. "No, thank you Reila. If I need something I will ask."

"I just want to make sure you're comfortable through your first pregnancy, your grace." She gives me a smile.

I begin to think. I think of my family. Jon, Sansa, Arya, Bran, and Rickon. I missed them all dearly and I wish I could see them again.

I lean forward. "Well, there is one thing you can do for me."

Reila looks at me. "What is it?"

"Do you think you could pinpoint my sisters and brothers? If you cannot, it's fine. I just miss them very much and I would like to send them a letter."

Reila smiles. "Absolutely, you grace. I will do my very best."

I smile in return. "I know you will. You have never failed me."

"I'll start by asking the commoners if they know anything." Reila says as she exits the room.

I open by book I had been reading. I was studying High Valyrian. I wanted to be able to speak in another language.

Tommen walks into the room and I don't look up at him. I continue to read.

"How are you?" Tommen asks as he fills a cup of wine.

I look down in my book to translate 'lovely'. I look up at him after thinking that I have gotten it.

"Sīkudi nopāzmi." I say and smile.

Tommen raises his eyebrow and takes a drink of his wine.

I look back down at the book and sigh, realizing that I have said 'seven hells'.

"I meant to say 'lovely' but instead I have said 'seven hells'. Sorry, still learning." I sigh.

"I think it's good that you're learning the language," Tommen smiles, "it could help you someday."

"It's easier than Dothraki." I say and let out another sigh.

"Yes, definitely a hard language." Tommen says.

I close my book and put it on the table in front of me. I lean forward. "Is everything okay?"

"Yes, everything's fine."

I raise my eyebrow. "Tommen, I know you better than you think."

"Meaning?" He turns his head toward me.

"I know when you lie."

He sighs loudly. "What do you think of the High Sparrow?"

"Um," I lean back and think, "if you want my honest opinion, I think everything he does is bullshit."

He nods and moves away from the table he was standing beside. He doesn't say anything else. Something was definitely wrong. I don't know why he refused to open up to me.

I decided not to question it and continued to study High Valyrian.