"Even a wolf, who revels in then light of the moon relishes the warmth of the sun."
Eleana Martell was the daughter of the sun, and Robb Stark was the son of winter. Yet, even winter can not exist without the sun.
"I'm already choking on my pride. So, there is no use in crying about it."
-Castle, Halsey
Cersei Lannister looked down at her goblet of wine, swirling around the red liquid with her wrist. The once Queen and Queen regent was now confined to her childhood home at the orders of Robb Stark, she sneered at the thought of the Stark boy on her son's throne.
Her father was imprisoned inside the walls he once owned, and she was completely useless to help him. And the gods only knew where Jamie was, it was only her and her dwarf brother remaining.
"My lady."
She looked up to her trusted handmaiden Stella, "What is it?"
"A letter from Lord Varys."
Her cat-like emerald eyes were wild with anticipation, she snatched to letter so quickly the poor girls hands trembled. But none of that matter, all that mattered at that very moment was what the Spider had planned for Robb Stark's demise.
My lady,
I have been notified of your distress about your father's imprisonment, and your unfortunate predicament. However, I may have a solution to solve your dilemma. The King has found himself in a situation beyond his control-Princess Eleana of Dorne.
Take her from him, like he has taken Jeoffry from you.
S.
This was her chance to take something from Robb Stark, who spouted nothing but lines about duty and honor. But, if she had the thing he loved most in the world would he abandon his foolish ideals? Or would she watch him crumble underneath them, like his father and uncle before him?
"A beautiful game of cat and mouse this will be." She grinned widely. Her smile that was once considered her best trait was so widespread she looked like she belonged in the fields to scare of the birds.
"My lady, what do you have in mind?" She looked to her handmaiden, wearing the smile manic smile. It took all the girl had not the whimper at her ladies expression.
"Tell the remaining bannermen to take the carriage with the Dornish sun embossed on the side, and to take the girl and bring her here."
"Yes, my lady."
For the first time since being shipped back to this rock, she found herself truly giddy with happiness. Ruining lives was her specialty and something she dearly missed, since her days as Queen.
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"Robb you must get out of this office." Catelyn was stern, but her son kept scowling at the scattered papers on his desk. She knew it was not the papers that weighed heavy on his mind, but it was the maiden with the dark eyes.
