WIN OR DIE || Game of Thrones

Short hair

I wake with a groan. Drinking so much last night was a big mistake. Also I failed miserably at flirting with Jon Snow. Should I just act like it never happened or should I keep going?

Continue was probably the best option. Perhaps I could ask uncle Tyrion for advice. I mean, I can't ask mother because she will cut out my tongue for saying such a thing, Myrcella is too young to understand, who else is there? My handmaidens are spies and I would not trust them as far as I can throw a feather on a calm day. Uncle Jamie will just tell mother, father won't understand and will tell everyone when drunk. There is no one I can trust to get discreet advise from other than my uncle.

"Your grace, what would you like to wear today?" My handmaiden, Bella asked. I think she was one of mothers spies, handmaidens usually are.

"Something warm. Those black trousers I like, the loose ones. And then I don't know"

"If you wear those trousers you will freeze, perhaps a warm dress"

"No, those trousers with grey boots and this top" I point at a plain wooden top that would keep me warm.

"How about this?" Bella pulled out another warm top that had some fancy designs on it.

"Very well then." I start to get dressed.

"What would you like done with your hair today your grace?"

"A hairstyle that takes five minutes, won't budge and won't result in me having to sit here for an hour of torturous untangling later"

"A simple braid then?" Bella asks timidly.

"No, you know what? Feck it, fetch me the scissors"

"Your grace? Are you sure that's wise?"

"No, you can help me though," since she hasn't moved I get it myself. I dip my hair in the water that I had just used to wash my face. Bella holds my hair back at the base of my neck and I cut it off. I laugh and giggle like a child when I see what I have done.

"Let's go shorter," I say and hand Bella the scissors. "Most of the damage has already been done, just make sure it looks nice." I tell her when I sense her hesitation. She starts to cut shorter and shorter and I resist the urge to squeal with delight. Finally she is finished and puts down the scissors. "It is excellent, I adore it, thank you" I jump around the room with a smile on my face, running my hands through my new hairstyle. "Let's go show everyone!"I exclaim and run out the door, walking confidently to the great hall where breakfast is waiting.

"What have you done to your hair?" I hear Tyriom ask from the other side of the yard and I run over to him.

"Isn't it wonderful! I adore it. Don't you like it?"

"It is very nice but Cersei is going to kill you"

"Then at least I shall die with a nice hairstyle. I heard you are going to the wall to look at it. Can I come? I'll ask father later"

"Yes you can come but only with Roberts permission. And don't worry, I won't tell Cersei"

"Thank you, now, let's get some breakfast"

We walk side by side into the hall and up to the top table. The hall is fairly empty but the people that are there are either engrossed in their breakfast or staring at my hair.

"What did you do?" Mother hissed before I had even sat down.

"I cut my hair. I quite like it. Suits me more than the long hair ever did. Don't look at me like that mother, if you were nice to me I might care what you think" I hiss back with the same ferocity which earns a glare.