No Rest for the Wicked ━━ Game of Thrones

foreword

Esmae Baratheon was the golden darling of the Seven Kingdoms, or so the measly common folk liked to call the firstborn child of the glorious king Robert Baratheon and Queen Cersei. Dawn after a long night, Robert Baratheon's daughter was the first ray of light in the darkness brought on by the terrors of the civil war, symbolizing the beauty of the new era of prosperity and peace.

The princess, however, was anything but a darling and despised the ridiculous name with passion. She had no desire to be loved by the people, for love entailed high expectations and she couldn't care less about living up to those. Esmae was her mother's child through and through, and although she had inherited her father's dark locks, one look of the girl's cunning emerald eyes left room for no doubt. Those were the eyes of a lioness, shrewd and watchful, rimmed by thick dark eyelashes, a languid bat of which fooled many a man into thinking her innocent.

Esmae grew up playing the best dolls King Landing's craftsmen had to offer, but as the years went by, the princess found that the play was so much more interesting when her toys had more to lose than just their wooden heads. And so she put the dolls aside in favor of a game much sweeter, where the stakes were high, people as disposable as puppets and where one mistake could cost you your life.

The game of thrones.

A/N: Heeeeey guys, I'm finally back, and guess what? I come bearing gifts! Yes, it is another fic. Yes, I haven't finished the previous one. No, it is not abandoned! Yes, I intend to finish it. This story is just something I have been thinking a lot about recently, and I wanted to put it out there for you guys to decide if you'd be interested in reading something like this.

Anyways, I hope this story finds its readers! I can't wait for you guys to see the inner workings of the devious mind of Cersei Lannister's protégé...