The Tides of Fire and Ice (A Game Of Thrones Story)

Wolves

(A/N: So before you dive in I wanted to clear this chapter up. I kind of lost track of where we are in the time line of the TV show while writing this chapter because it was difficult to place things to get the story to flow, but I do know we are in Season 3 between episodes 1 and 6 within the time line of the story, so it maybe awhile before you see the markers for which episode we are in.)

Tyrion's POV 

"So she managed to escape without help" I said softly.

 "It appears so.." Varys said. as we made our way to the Princesses chambers. "Do you know where she?" I asked hopeful Varys' little birds did not find my beloved niece dead somewhere. 

"No, my birds have not been able to find her. But they did find Ross." He said 

"What do you mean they found Ross?" I questioned

"They found him Dead, hidden in the woods, he was killed with a dagger still in his chest and it looks like who ever he fought was injured as well." He said.

"So Ross confronted Maliya while she was trying to escape. And they fought, leaving Maliya the victor." I said 

"It appears she escaped through the tunnels, my little birds found an article of clothing that belonged to the princess and a dead handmaiden that Cersei had sent to keep an eye on her." Varys said 

"You know my Little Lord, its quite impressive what she was able to." Varys said as I pushed open the door, her chambers where cold, almost ice cold and dark. 

We walked in and shut the door. I went to go lite the fire when I noticed something and pulled it out 

"It's her crown." I said clutching the precious warped piece of metal in my hands. "She was well loved by many of the commoners." Varys said from behind me. 

 "That's because unlike the rest of us Maliya listened to them, and gave from the kindness of her heart. She never cared if you where born a Noble man or where scum on the streets, she wanted everyone to be happy." I said letting a tear slip from my eye.

"Kind, very smart, generous and good with a sword. I wished King Robert would have made her King of the seven kingdoms. She would have made a better king." I added speaking very softly on the last part.

"Cersei, and Tywin would have never let it happen. You know that." Varys said as he continued to look over the room looking for any sort of information on her. 

"She burned it all." I said to Varys. "She wouldn't have left anything behind" I added. "It seems you are right." Varys said sounding a little disappointed. 

"My lord, I wouldn't get your hopes up, if she did fight Ross she could be dead, if she was heading north, kings road is not safe for Princesses, especially an injured woman." Varys added.

"Even if she isn't dead, as long as Joffery is in power and the Lannisters still hold the key to the throne Maliya will never return back to the Keep." I said 

"She would be killed for treason, and Cersei would make an example of her." Varys said   

"She loved everyone until that day the Stark boy was pushed from the tower, and King Roberts death is what set everything into motion." I said "I loved that girl as if she where my own." I added sitting down. 

For my sanity I hope she is alive, I truly hope to the gods she is. 

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Maliya's POV

I was having a very hard time keeping myself conscious. 

Everything just felt like a very bad dream. A very sore and painful bad dream.