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

Chapter Twelve

"Morlyna." Ned Stark called as he knocked on her door. The heavy wood let out a small groan with the hits.

"Yes father?" Morlyna questioned, sitting up from her bed

"I have someone here for you." Her father stepped into Morlyna's chambers "her name is Honey Rivers. She's here to be your handmaiden"

"I don't need one father.

"I'd feel better if you had her. She's your mothers niece." Ned stated, noticing a grimace on his daughter's face. 

"Is she Edumre's child?" Morlyna was frowning, not liking the idea at all.

"Yes, she is. Honey come on in" He beckoned her into the room.

A small girl with red hair stepped in then. She curtsied shyly and bit her lip when she saw Morlyna's wooden leg.

"Do you have something to say. Honey?" Morlyna raised an eyebrow.

"Your leg is beautiful my Lady. Was it made special for you?" she whispered.

Morlyna blushed and nodded, "fine she can stay." 

Honey smiled happily and left Ned's side who in turn smiled as well before leaving for a meeting with the advisors. Honey made her way over to Morlyna and took a seat behind her. Grabbing a brush, she began to comb it through the older girl's dark hair. She was trying to make herself useful.

"You don't have to do that."

"I want to my Lady."

"Please call me Morlyna."

"Okay!"

Later that evening, Honey prepared a bath for Morlyna. Perfuming the water so the the girl would sell like lavender when she was finished. Honey stood up from beside the tub and helped Morlyna over to the bath. The older girl hopping along, not wanting to out her leg on for only a few moments only to take it off again. The red head helped her into the bath slowly and Morlyna sighed as her muscles relaxed from the heat. 

She mumbled a thank you Honey, not used to receiving so much help from someone. Sure Jon helped her with things, but never matter such as this. It was nice having help, though she would never admit it out loud. 

In the next few days the talk of the Hand's tournament got greater, until it came time for it to begin. Honey got Morlyna ready. She did her hair with a few small braids that were pinned at the back of her head. She helped the older girl get dressed and watched patiently as Morlyna put on the artificial leg. The pin holes in her flesh, bleeding once more. 

She sat beside Septa Mordane to watch the joust. The Mountain rode up on his dark horse and settled behind the knight on the white horse. The tournament took a violent turn however when the Mountain's Lance snapped in the knights neck. The death was slow, but Morlyna didn't look away. It was terrible but it happened. 

Morlyna noticed then, that her father was missing. She wondered where he was but didn't question it, thinking he must have been busy with other matters. Her thoughts wandered from her father to lord Tyrion, and hopped all was well with him.