Milk Of The Poppy {Tyrion Lannister} [ON HOLD]

Chapter Ten

There was a crowd when they arrived at King's Landing. It was less than a few moments of their arrival that Ned's precence was requested. He told Septa Mordane to get his daughters settled, including Morlyna. The Septa nodded, and escorted the girls to their quarters. They all got their own rooms, though they were all beside one another. 

The Septa spent little time with Morlyna, but that was normal. The girl spent her time in her chambers wondering what her father must be enduring as hand now. She wondered how Jon was doing. She lay on her bed, Onyx resting his head on her stomach. 

It was some time later, when Septa Mordane gathered Morlyna to dine with her siblings. Morlyna reluctantly agreed and followed behind her. It wasn't long after she took a seat beside her youngest sister that a knife was pulled out and Arya began to stab the table. It took everything in Morlyna not to laugh when she said she was practicing for the prince. 

"What's happening here?" their father asked, as he came into the sun room. 

"Arya qould rather act like a beast than a lady."

"More like a little assassin" Morlyna mumbled. Arya grinned at her and Sansa glared. 

Ned commanded Arya to go to her room then, "and you," he said looking at Morlyna, "your presence has been requested by the Grand Maester."

"Is it about my...condition?"

"Indeed."

Morlyna nodded and left the room, heading for the Grand Maester's workroom. She knocked on the grand, heavy wooden door. It swung open to reveal the Gran Maester.

"Ah, young Morlyna. Come in come in." The girl followed him in, feeling slightly uncomfortable in his presence. "Maester Luwin sent me a raven. Said that you would need milk of the poppy, corrected?"

"Yes Grand Maester. My artificial leg pains me greatly to walk with. I take milk of the poppy to manage the pain."

"Ah yes. How much do you have left?"

"Not much. The journey was long, and I gave some to the Prince when he was injured."

"How kind of you," he placed a hand on the small of her back, "I can supply you most of the time, but I'm afraid i will not be able to reserve some just for you. I can give you enough only for a week at a time, and should you run out, I might not always be able to get you more right away."

"I understand. There are many people here, and I wouldn't want to be a burden in this regard in any case. I appreciate what you can do, however."

"Of course, now off you go. " he said after handing her a a fresh bottle of milk of the poppy. 

"Thank you."

Morlyna left the man's workplace feeling more than uncomfortable. In fact when she got back to her quarters she drew herself a bath just to get his touch off of her. She set her metal leg aside and sat in the hot water. The soapy water fell just above her chest, something she wasn't used to. As she lay there, her mind wandered to Lord Tyrion. He was handsome and he never once looked at her illy. In fact, he always seemed to have look of intrigue on his face with her. 

She wondered what he was doing now, if they had made it to the wall yet. If he had pissed off the edge of it yet like he wanted to. She laughed at the thought, and wondered if it would freeze midair. She felt calm, oddly so all things considered. Perhaps it was due to being away from her hateful mother. But she knew it wouldn't last. It never does.