"You'll be a better Queen. I love you, daughter"
Book 1.
Game of Thrones(season 1-3)
DISCLAIMER:I do not own any Game of Thrones characters. I only own Arabella.
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"Father is arranging a knights tournament for his new Hand" Cersei informed Arabella as they walked around in gardens.
"Do we have to go there?" she sighed linking her arm with her mother's.
"Everyone expects to see us there" Cersei answered with annoyance in her voice.
"Another waste of money" Arabella grumbled.
"I couldn't agree more" Cersei and her walked into terrace. Sansa was sitting there with Septima Morgane. They both nodded their heads.
"Where is your sister?" Arabella asked sitting down on a chair.
"My apologies, but Arya has a dance lesson" Sansa smiled at them shyly.
"It is quite interesting how quickly she wants to learn how to dance" Cersei looked at Arabella.
"If she likes it, why not" the girl answered and turned to Sansa. "Are you waiting for the tournament?"
"Yes, Princess. I couldn't be happier" Sansa smiled. "I've never been in one before"
"Well, isn't it amazing" Cersei told. Arabella felt sarcasm in her mother's voice, but Cersei was always like that.
"You know what, Sansa" Arabella called after the beautiful girl. "I will invite you to my name day feast that is tommorow"
"Thank you so much, Princess" Sansa shined inside as she broke out into a grin.
Arabella saw her handmaiden Esther coming. "Your Grace, Princess, m'lady" she bent down to all of them. "Your Father wants a word with you" she told Arabella.
"It must be important. Apologies" she nodded to Sansa and stood up before leaving.
She walked into the Throne room. "Father" she smiled and saw Littlefinger, Varys and Maester Pycelle. "Is everything alright?" she furrowed her eyebrows.
"Yes. I invited you here to ask you a question. Do you know this man?" and then Ser Barristan Selmy brought in Jennkob. He was all dirty and beaten. Arabella frowned a little and looked at Robert. "Someone heard this man saying he was your lover. I deny these filthy rumours, but wanted to hear the thruth from you"
"Arabella, please, tell them the thruth" Jenkob begged. Arabella stayed calm as much as she could. She didn't want her father killing him, but also didn't want him finding out.
"Quiet, you shit!" Robert yelled sitting on his Throne.
"I don't know this man" she answered with a shake of her head.
"Good. Call Ser Ilyn Payne. No one will miss him" the King stood up.
"No!" Arabella quickly snapped making Robert narrow his eyes and sit down. "You don't need to kill him, Father. If we would kill all that said lies about me, there wouldn't be any people left in this castle"
"So, what should I do with him then?" Robert sighed tired to the situation.
"I...You could send him to the Wall" Arabella remembered Jon and said that thing.
"You, bitch!" Jenkob yelled, but got hit by Ser Barristan.
"Is that how you speak to your Princess?!" Robert walked over to him. "You should be lucky my daughter is merciful. Send him to the Wall as quickly as you can"
Arabella looked down as her Father approached her. "I am not happy with you, daughter. If he was right and you--"
"He was lying" she snapped and left the Throne room. Robert sighed at how stubborn she could be.
Arabella came back to her room and saw her best friend standing there. "Sierra!" she exclaimed and hugged her. "How I missed you!"
"Me too, Bella" Sierra chuckled pulling away. "How was North?"
"Cold" they both laughed happily.
"I heard about Jenkob" Sierra's smile faded as they both sat down on her bed.
"He was an arse. He should've kept his mouth shut" Arabella rolled her brown eyes and smiled. "I can't wait for tommorow"
"Yes. It'll be your sixteenth name day. How time flies" Sierra chuckled and they both hugged again.
