𝙸𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙰𝚃𝙰 ° myrcella baratheon

SIXTEEN

As we sat at dinner that night, no one really spoke to one another. Arya just repeatedly stabbed the table with her knife, showing her anger towards the situation that had happened on the Kingsroad. The Septa seemed to snap after a few minutes.

"Enough of that, young lady," The older woman scolded. "Eat your food."

"I'm practicing." The little girl said, continuing her actions.

"Arya..." I warned lowly from across the table.

"For what?" Sansa questioned, clearly not having heard me speak.

"The Prince." The younger said seriously.

"Stop, Arya." I said in a stern tone, causing the girl to look up at me with wide eyes; I never really had to scold my younger siblings, but with father gone and busy most of the time, I had to start, seeing as how my baby sister had been acting out.

"He's a liar, and a coward, and he killed my friend."

Sansa shook her head, growing angry at her sister. "The Hound killed your friend."

"The Hound does whatever the Prince tells him to do."

"You're an idiot."

"You're a liar, and if you had told the truth, Mycah would still be alive."

"That is enough!" I hollered, causing both girls to stop their bickering and turn towards their older brother. "Arya, off you go. You can have supper later."

The young girl huffed in annoyance and pushed her chair out, stomping her way to her bedchambers. She was stopped, however, as my father walked into the room. "What's happening here?"

"Arya would rather act like a beast than a lady." The Septa told my father.

The man nodded, looking down at his youngest daughter. "Go to your room. We'll speak later."

At his words, Arya continued her journey to her bedroom, slamming the door shut behind her. My father just sighed and walked over to the table, occupying Arya's forgotten seat as the Septa placed a new plate of food in front of her.

Ned placed a wrapped up package in front of my sister. "That's for you, love." Sansa picked up the gift and unwrapped it, revealing a small and delicate doll. My sister didn't seem happy about the gift, but my father had a small smile on his face, one I hadn't seen in a long time.

"The same dollmaker makes all of Princess Myrcella's toys. Don't you like it?" The older man said, causing me to smile at the mention of the blonde girl, but I quickly hid it before it was noticed.

"I haven't played with dolls since I was eight." Sansa said quietly, placing the doll back on the table and turning to her Septa. "May I be excused?"

The woman seemed shocked. "You've barely eaten a thing."

"It's all right." My father said with a shake of his head. "Go on." With that said, my sister stood and left the room, heading off to her own bedchambers. "War was easier than daughters." The man said before turning to face me. "You're quiet. What is it?"

I looked up at my father with a straight face. "Nothing."

He didn't seem to believe me. "Lachlan..."

We were silent for a moment before I sighed. "I just don't like yelling at my sisters, is all." I told him, though it was only part of the truth. I cleared my throat. "Can I go?"

With a sigh, my father nodded. "Yeah, go on."

I quickly stood from my seat, finishing off the last drink of my ale before heading back to my room, my footsteps echoing off the halls of the empty chambers.