Valar Morghulis (gxg)

Rachel

*Myra's Pov.*

"How long have you been here?" I asked Rachel. "Probably about 3 weeks, but I can't be certain.... The food they give you is shit here" she replied scoffing at the piece of stale bread in her hand.
"Want it?" she asked, her blue eyes looking at me intently. I shook my head, causing her to drop it carelessly onto the ground.

"What did you do for them to keep you in here for so long?" I asked.
Rachel chuckled.
"Funny story. You see, I tried to steal a sword from the smith shop and it didn't end up to well. I got my hand on one of the swords and cut up the owner pretty badly on accident to try and escape" she explained.

I looked at her wide eyed. She rolled her eyes at my reaction.
"Calm down I'm not a crazy murderer. And it's not like I wanted to do it. It was just supposed to be a quick minute, in and out" she stated shaking her head.

"Why would you need a sword anyway?" I asked confused.
She paused for a moment and tore her gaze away from me.
"My little brother... he gets picked on by this crazy guy where I live every day. I can't remember his name at the top of my head, but he's huge, like 250 pounds and 6ft tall so I need that sword to protect him. Without it, I wouldn't stand a chance. Im 5"4 and 130 pounds!" she tried to explain.

I opened my mouth to respond but she continued.
"I can't stand seeing him come home with bruises and a black eyes anymore.
The worst part is, while I'm stuck in here he's probably out there starving and getting the shit beat out of him without any protection or help" she said dejectedly.

"And your parents are just letting this happen? They don't call the palace guards or anything?" I exclaimed surprised.
Rachel again grew silent before speaking again.
"It's just the two of us... our parents died about a year ago in a home invasion. My brother and I weren't home at the time because we were outside playing....When we got back it was a complete blood bath, and no sign of the perps. I'm his only source of survival. He needs me. Without me he doesn't stand a chance out there. I tried reporting the guy myself, but the King just kicked me out and said I was a deadbeat kid who probably made up the whole thing" Rachel replied.

"Of course Philip would say that" I thought to myself.
"That sounds tough... I'm sorry about your parents. I lost my dad too, so I know how you feel" I explained.
"What happened?" she asked still avoiding eye contact with me.
I paused, unsure of whether I should tell her.

"Sorry, I don't mean to pry. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to" she added softly after noticing my hesitance.
"No, it's ok....My dad was murdered in cold blood. He was part of Robb Starks army and died beside him at the hands of the Walder Frey at the Red Wedding" I explained.

"Wow, I've never known someone who's father served such a famous house. Before my father and mother died they used to tell me stories about the red wedding and the mad queen Cersi. I'm sorry about your dad..." she spoke softly.
I leaned against the bars of the cell. "It is what it is" I sighed.

Before either of us could speak a little girl walked in with a jug.
"Hello. I was told to bring you both some more water" she spoke softly.
Both of us held our cups through the metal bars. I gulped down the water greedily.
"Thanks" I spoke wiping my mouth with my sleeve. She nodded and walked out.

"I think about my parents from time to time, but I try not to dwell on the past. I just feel like shit after" she stated.
We fell silent for a few second till Rachel spoke again.
"So, enough of the sad stuff. You never told me why you are here?"

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
"Let's just say I pissed some powerful people off."
I felt the anger rush back at the thought of Philip's smug face as he ordered the guards to throw me down here.

"You know what" I spoke suddenly causing Rachel to jump slightly.
"What?" she asked.
"Let's get out of here. We both don't deserve to be here. If they took your report and did something about it you wouldn't have even had to rob a smith shop" I responded.

I turned to face Rachel to see her already standing and smiling smugly.
"I'm definitely in. So what's the plan?"
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*Daenerys' Pov*

"Tyrion, have you seen Myra today?" I asked.
"I did see her this morning entering the palace. Though I don't know where she could be" he responded.
I frowned to myself and stood up holding the piece of parchment out in front of me.
I had finally gotten what I needed.

"Tyrion, could you find Philip and please tell him to meet me in the throne room immediately" I spoke.
"Yes, you grace" he replied.
I heard the door to my chambers open and shut signaling he had left.

I rolled the piece of parchment neatly and
followed seconds after. I made my way to the throne room, clutching the parchment in my hand, and sat on the throne waiting for Tyrion to walk Philip through the door.
I heard two sets of voices from outside before the doors opened.

"I don't understand why she wouldn't just come talk to me in my chambers. I am her future husband after all" Philip chastised.
"As I said before, I am just following what her grace asked me to do" Tyrion responded looking quite annoyed.

"Ah Daenerys, what is the meaning of this? I was in the middle of something important" Philip spoke loudly.
"Yeah, picking your nose and looking at yourself in the mirror" Tyrion whispered softly. I couldn't help but smile slightly at his comment. Philip on the other hand did not look amused.

"Do you have something to say Imp?" Philip spoke menacingly.
"No, by all means go right ahead. Her highness is waiting" Tyrion responded gesturing to me.
"I believe we have something to discuss Philip" I started.
"And what is that?" he responded annoyed.
I smirked.

"You will see. Before we get to that though, I just want to know if you know where Myra is?"
"Who is Mara? I don't know anyone by that name." he spoke firmly crossing his arms over his chest.
I rolled my eyes. He was a good liar, but I could always tell when he did - by crossing his arms.
"I think you mean to say Myra.... she's the prisoner girl" I explained.

"I still don't know who you are talking about. Am I supposed to know some stupid prisoner?" he chuckled looking at Tyrion to join in. Tyrion however remained stone faced and moved to stand beside me.

"You're testing my patience today sir Philip. I know you know who I am speaking about" I stated more firmly gripping the arm rest of my throne. I now had a sneaking suspicion that he was hiding something.

"Oh, you mean the girl that beat up, what's that guys name, Danny? David?" he spoke.
"Darrio" I corrected.
"Ah yes. Darrio" he chuckled.
"So, do you know something? This will be the last time that I ask" I stated more annoyed than before.
"No. I haven't seen her all day. Why are you so interested in some damn prisoner. Who cares where she is" Philip said.

"I don't think I'm making myself clear. Tell me where she is, before I feed you to my dragons" I spoke menacingly now glaring at him.
"You can't do that! I'm your future husband!" he exclaimed.
I stood up slowly and walked down toward him. Once at his eye level I unrolled the parchment and held it in front of his face.

"Tell me what you did with her. Now."
His eyes travelled over the piece of parchment.
For the first time since I met him, I had rendered him silent. No smart comeback. No sarcasm. Nothing.

"It's too late. I already took care of her" he replied stoically.
"Don't speak in riddles. Who are you really, you coward!? I've dealt with you lot before. You and your stupid gods. Now show me your true face" I spoke raising my voice.

"A man has no name."
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(1500 words)

Welp, I'm back after so long! Sorry for the wait, I hope it was worth it. I'm reaching the end of my final year of university and thought I'd update before my exams started. I also wrote an extra long chapter to make up for the wait.
Thanks for reading! Comment and vote for more :)

- Julia