So Close I Can Taste It.

Prologue 1

Your mouth straightened into a tight line and you eyed the trunk the squire had placed at your door.

"I will not be going. If you think I'm going to be shipped off this easily you're mad"

The squire shifted in his steel plate armour, ill-fitted cloak hanging loose around his shoulders. He looked even younger than Tommen and could not meet your eyes, If you hadn't been so angry, you might have laughed. A boy, barely a man sent to give an order to Lady Y/N Baratheon

"It is on orders of King Tommen, m'lady, he believes you can secure us a stronger, better alliance," the squire checked the scroll he held again.

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. That was doubtful. It was most likely the Queen of Thorns. Ever since Queen Margaery had been imprisoned by the Faith Militant, Tommens grandmother by law had no doubt been whispering in his ear.

You knew deep down you would have been a stronger, better ruler than either Tommen or Joffrey. You were the eldest and first born, however you were a woman so the throne had passed over you to Joffrey. Your younger brother had been a cruel, vindictive fool of a king, Tommen was kinder, yes but too soft and easily led to be considered a truly great king. Margaery and her grandmother knew this too and they'd dug those thorns in early.

"I am a Baratheon. My place is in Kings Landing, I am the first born child and last daughter of King Robert, Kings Landing is my home. People have been trying to ship me off for years, I always come back, I belong in the capital, I do not want to be sent off to spend my days on some damned rocks in the middle of the sea. I am sick of boring Lords, their lecherous sons and stuffy attitudes,"

"The King is insistent. He believes you were able to persuade a Lord with a large calvary to support your other brother during the war of the five kings,"

His words rung true. You had learned how to play the game from your mother and grandfather.

"If his Grace want to liaise with the Iron Islands, then tell him to send one of his small council. He can send you for all I care, just leave me be," you trailed off.

The squire sighed deeply and rose his gaze from the floor for the first time.

"It is....also for your safety, with the Faith Militant in Kings Landing...he wants to get you out,"

"My safety? Have you been to the Iron Islands?" You choked back a laugh. This was definitely the work of the Queen of Thorns pulling strings. "I want to speak with the Queen Regent, where is my mother?"

After Myrcella's murder at the hand of the Dornish, you knew there was no way Cersei Lannister would have a daughter sent to the Iron Islands. If the Dornish could kill an innocent girl promised to one of their own, there was

His eyes shot back to the floor "She is in her chambers, she is not to be disturbed unless the King allows it"

Send for the King...my brother I wish to speak with him"

The squire looked at you for only the second time, then at the trunk. "I am sorry m'lady, he is with his council. He is busy, Your ship to Pyke leaves on the morrow, by orders of King Tommen, you will be on it"