Charlotte was born a royal, a princess. A Lannister. Through the acts of thievery, she ends up in Winterfell, being raised by Lord and Lady Stark. As Jon Arryn's death has come to pass, King Robert needs a new Hand. Who other than her father, Eddard...
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Third Person POV
"I've come to reclaim the throne." Charlotte pushes her back straight, wanting to be taller than the men slowly approaching her. "You have come to die, Charlotte." Brother against sister, as if the world was ending in such a paradoxical moment.
"It would not be wise to kill her, Your Majesty." Littlefinger steps forward on Charlotte's behalf. "Your sister is very valuable to the North, especially to her brother, Robb." The King's Court nods in approval, not wanting the King to kill such an innocent as Charlotte.
"Seize her!"
The windows of the Great Hall reflect a beautiful shade of gold against the stone floor, Charlotte reveling in the beauty if only for a moment. The smell of sweat lingers in the air; Knights old and young closely surrounding Charlotte. "By order of King Joffrey, First of His Name..." The echoes of unison voices sound as a cacophony of discordant bells. High and lows reverberating against the walls, stilling the crowd gathered in the room.
Charlotte releases the cloak from her shoulders, wanting to further the likelihood of leaving alive. Opening her mouth would mean murder, likewise, standing still would leave Joffrey ample time to listen to the voices in his head.
Cersei stands from her stool, grabbing ahold of the edge of the Iron Throne as she stares at her daughter. She searches Charlotte's eyes for a warming recognition, and blinks with reluctance as she is unable to find any sign of the girl she thought to be Charlotte. Standing in front of her was a girl of strength, and a kindling free spirit. Power embedding in the posture of her shoulders.
Charlotte was a commoner, no longer a Princess in the eyes of the court. She was becoming her people, whom had fallen in love with her the minute she arrived in King's Landing.
"Remove her from this room, and lock her in the dungeons."
Just as Charlotte predicted, Joffrey was letting her live. Her value as a game piece in this raging war was valued much higher than Joffrey's hate. She was merely a means of trade, if ever the time were to come for Charlotte's life to be bartered for her brother, Robb.
Charlotte holds out her arms in submission. "I will join my father."
"Charlotte..." Still stunned, and completely baffled, Cersei leaves the Dias and approaches her daughter in the middle of the floor. "Chains are unnecessary. She will listen and obey." Charlotte feels her mother's listen and obey invocation made her sound as an animal, a dog listening to commands.
"I don't want you here." Charlotte meets Cersei's saddening eyes, wishing to inflict as much pain as possible. For all the hurt and all of the secrets. "I am not your daughter." Charlotte waves her hands in the hair, causing one of the guards to point his sword in her direction. "I have lost all hope is reconciling with you, so stop trying. Do what's best for the both of us, and leave me alone."
