The next few days were like walking on the edge of a dagger. No one said anything argumentative, everyone was waiting to see how things would develop. Astrid started to go on walks with Ben and he didn't seem to mind the guards that were ordered to watch them, but he avoided talking about anything important. Instead, they reconnected, shared memories about their family, and just exchanged pleasantries. It felt good to talk with her brother, but the distance between them was evident. Life pulled them apart and no matter how hard they try to ignore it, they are now strangers to one another."Mars would always complain that you take my side. Even though he was the youngest." Astrid remembers her most annoying brother fondly. Death has the power of erasing sins from the memory."When I grew up, I was expected to be the one that they all leaned on. Teach them, protect them. Because, you know, I was the oldest. But I would look at them and think... I was their age too and no one protected m
A few months pass by unbelievably quietly.It was like the harem had entered a dormant state where no drama happens. Up until tonight. Astrid had barely fallen asleep after tossing and turning for hours. This baby better be coming soon. A while ago everyone was scared that it was too early and now it's two weeks pass the due date and he is still sitting comfortably, while her insides are all pushed into a corner."My child is giving his mother a hard time?" Loras ask as soon as he sees her appear in the world between their souls."Everyone assumes this child will be a boy. What shall we do if it's a little girl? I, for one, will be much happier. Showing that weird wizard wrong.""He's an astrologist, Astrid.""He's a scam. After all, he has half-half chances of guessing and he gets a ton of money either way."It's been months and she still can't forget that old frog."If it will make you feel any better, for our next children, we will not ask him the gender. It will be a surprise." L
When Astrid opens her eyes her mind flies to the irony she found a while ago. She really is fainting a lot. When she was young, she can't remember to ever do that.She finds herself in the space in between souls and she is happy to see that at least she is not dead. Not yet. Remembering the last things before waking up here, she starts to panic."The baby..." She whispers to herself pacing around the empty space. "Come on, Astrid! Wake up! Wake up!"She tries to slap herself, but she doesn't feel anything. Her soul is not built of anything material. Time passes differently here, like the hours are minutes so the longer she stays, the more worried she gets.That's why she is so relieved when she sees Loras appearing in front of her."Astrid! You need to wake up!" He says like she can just snap back to the reality."The baby. What happed? Why are you here?" She bombs him with questions as she realizes that his being here means that he is asleep in the real world. Loras wouldn't have fal
"He looks like an old man. Bald and without teeth." Ben comments as Erik grabs his finger with his little hand."How can you say that? Look how chubby he looks. Like a dumpling." Astrid protests. Her baby really is chubby. All babies are, but hers is special, hers is perfect, simply the best."A fat old man, then." Ben continues to taunt his little sister."I will tell him his uncle said that when he will be older. He will order your execution!""Heard that, little Erik? Your mother is a tyrant!""How is it going with the legislation?" Astrid asks, feeling the need to change the subject. She loves spending time with Erik and the attention and love he receives from others, but talking about the baby all the time makes her go crazy sometimes. Loras isn't saying a word about the legislation as he knows she would want to get involved and get stressed out over it as she always does. It's been two weeks since she gave birth and the medic was clear about the do’s and don't’s. Mostly about th
Dressed in a beautiful golden dress, with black accents and radiating diamond jewelry, Astrid feels like someone else. A stranger took over her body and is now sitting on a high throne, looking down at the lords who bow their heads. To be fair, they don't look at her, they look at the little baby that can't even hold his head up yet.They came from all around the kingdom to present themselves in front of the new prince. Tradition asked for him to be placed, alone, in a golden cradle, but the king insisted for her to be there. The lords are not happy, it can be read all over their faces, but who dares to question the king's orders?They bring him lavish gifts. An absurd competition of whom can flaunt their wealth better. From afar, Ben looks amused at the charade."A thousand horses from Lord Connarand!" A guard shouts, reading the card as a fat old man takes a bow in front of the newborn. It will be years before he can ride one. Most of them will be too old by then so Astrid can't hel
"It took you long enough..." Astrid comments when Loras comes back to the room. Two weeks after the baby was born, he had to start spending the nights with the milkmaid, as Astrid's wasn't enough. It took a while to get used to the idea, but seeing Erik grow faster and happier reassured her, and the fact that she got to sleep with Loras again helped."It was something that needed to be addressed." He answers with a long sigh, throwing himself on the bed."I do hope you weren't too harsh on her... Her feelings are valid and...""I am not an idiot, Astrid. I know her feelings are valid. Omar's too and if this would be a normal situation I would like to be more patient with this. But those types of things left unresolved can turn into wars of succession, into a bloodbath. You saw what happen with Tommen. And we got along when we were young. Can you imagine if we didn't? This would have started before my father would have even been dead. It would have thrown the kingdom in chaos. So, no.
The passionate night is unfortunately followed by more meetings for Astrid and the baby as new lords arrive from further away regions of the kingdom. By the afternoon, all the ones that have any titles have arrived to bow in front of the new prince.There are even some foreign envoys present now. Dark-skinned men from the Sultanate of Sinistra and squinted-eyed ones from the Kingdom of Tasaria. They are all very polite despite some having to speak through a translator. Astrid finds the language of the Sultanate of Sinistra's people particularly interesting and melodic, even more so when one of their diplomats recites a song with the help of a peculiar stringed instrument in honor of the newly born prince. The Tasarians, on the other hand, are rather quiet and stern, preferring to place numerous gifts at the feet of the baby instead. Jade-made toy soldiers, a blanket made of immaculate white which, if she wouldn't have known better, Astrid could swear was woven from actual snow. More n
Astrid is standing in front of the door, now unsure what to do. From inside, she can hear Lysa crying as Sansa and Tamara are trying to say something to her. She feels like an intruder. A parasite that came into their lives and threw everything that they knew out of the window. Suddenly, the door opens before she has time to walk away and she finds herself facing Tamara. "Are you listening at the door, you snake?" Sansa shouts as she sees her. "I... I just wanted to..." She stumbles to answer. "Drop it, Astrid. Let's talk in private." Tamara cuts her short and grabs her arms, dragging her to the princess' room. "I'm sorry... But trust me, I had no idea he wanted to dissemble the harem entirely...He was so secretive and..." Astrid tries to explain herself, with tears in her eyes, afraid that she is about to lose her friend. "Calm down, Astrid... My brother's decision is not something that we have the right to sit and question. And moreover, I knew he planned this since we came ba
"All hail to King Loras Dardarian and Queen Astrid Dardarian!" The guard announces them solemnly as they step through the gold doors. The banquet room is filled with the noble lords and ladies of the kingdom, diplomats from beyond the seas and high members of the land councils. They all bow in front of the royal couple as they slowly make their way to the other side of the room, where the thrones await.Astrid looks at Loras, who is holding her hand. So many years passed, so many troubles they overcame and with every second that they live she feels that not a thousand lives would be enough next to him. Loras notices her melancholic glance and smiles."This is not the day for unpleasant feelings, my little one! This is a day of celebration." He whispers, the feeling of his breath on her neck, still giving her shivers of pleasure after so many years."I am old, Loras. When will you stop calling me little one?" She laughs."Do you want me to find you another nickname in the next life?"A
"Where is my son?" Loras shouts, his voice unrecognizable.Astrid helps Lysa get up and whispers to her that Omar found his way to the dragon cave and is now with his aunts. Once she hears that, color returns to her face and she starts crying hysterically.Everyone turns to them, distracted by the noise. Everyone but the king, who is so blinded by his rage that he can't hear a thing around him."You're not lying?" Lysa asks, clinging to Astrid's arm with such force that she almost breaks it."He got lost in the corridors. The king's dragon sensed his distress and called for him. That's why he ended with us." Astrid explains and the guards around them exchange questioning looks before glancing at the king."Loras! Loras!" Lysa shouts, running toward him, ignoring the traitorous lords that throw her murdering looks. "Omar is with Astrid! Omar is alright! Our son is alright!"The king's fist freezes in the air and he turns his head to Lysa. His former favorite is in tears, happiness mixe
Astrid tries to swallow the lump in her throat as she looks at the cave's entrance, waiting for someone to run in and announce that Loras arrested the lords without spilled blood.Sansa's voice is in the background as her prayers echo on the cavernous walls, creating a soothing noise. It helps the other girls that are gathered in the corner, as far away from the dragons as possible."We just got here..." Tamara tries to calm Astrid down, but to no avail."Did Loras say anything to you about Lysa and Omar?" Astrid asks, holding Erik a bit tighter to her chest."He just seemed furious. But my brother is not the one that is easily overpowered by emotions. And he loves Omar. I think he will forgive Lysa too for his sake." Tamara confidently declares. Her reassurance seemingly more for herself than for Astrid."My lady?" Esmee asks. "I could take the little prince for a while. So you could rest."Astrid looks at her. She wants to say no, as feeling Erik close to her makes her feel better,
The heavy doors open and all heads bow in front of her. If the events from earlier wouldn't have opened her eyes, Lysa would think that they all respect her. She looks at her new husband and the dignified way he keeps his back straight and his hand on that decorative sword on his waist. He will find his end tonight. She looks around. They will all find their end. Including her. Two chairs were brought to sit tall on the other side of the room and Lysa walks to sit on one. Lord Connrad joins her soon after and the meeting of the traitors begins. "Noble lords of the kingdom!" Lord Connrad starts his grand speech. "For centuries, our influence was the foundation that the crown used to build this great nation. Every change good or great was passed through our opinions before a king would even consider implementing it. And that brought us to where we are today. On the top of the world. Second only to God's heavens." The Lords cheer in agreement and Lysa simply fails to understand the ne
Lord Connrad has a huge grin on his face as he stares at the woman that once was known as the jewel of the crown. Lysa is indeed a beauty, even so many years later, even after a child. Her figure is unchanged, the skin is soft and tight. Her breasts are defying any force of gravity that tries to tame them.The woman is shaking, terrified by what's to come, but doesn't utter a single word. After all, who would help her even if they hear her screams?She closes her eyes, trying to disconnect, to leave her body to this filthy word. But that seems to provoke Lord Connrad, because he grabs her hair and shouts at her, ordering her to look at him like she used to look at the king.Why would she? This scum is no king...In her mind, she returns to her first night with Loras. Sansa chose her to go. She liked how Lysa could hold her head high. She didn't realize that she was only doing it because she had nothing to lose. In the prince's chambers, she was shaking like a bird caught in hand. Lora
The bells ring louder than Lysa had ever heard them. Curious thing. She's been here for years and she never paid attention at the sound. Every hour... one ding for one past midnight, two dings for two past midnight. Every single day without a break and it's the first time she actually listens to them.The high priest in right on time. The old man always is. That might be his only quality as in the rest of the time he spends his moments preaching about how everything is a sin.Lord Connrad comes into her room without knocking and she throws him a threatening look that he chooses to ignore."You, my lady, are dazzling my eyes. Truly the jewel of the crown as the peasants refer to you."Lysa can't help but throw her eyes in the mirror. The dress is indeed dazzling. Impeccable white, crusted with endless diamonds that reflect the weakest light into a rainbow that then dances around her. A sight to counter her flawless body and rise her full chest. A bit of cleavage, just enough to attract
Omar is shaking at her chest, but Lysa signals him to be quiet. Lord Connrad sent two of his personal guards to escort them, but they still have to get to the meeting point unnoticed. "You said we are going to see auntie!" Omar whines and the echo of his little voice hitting the empty halls makes Lysa freeze. "We have to see a friend first." She whispers to her son. "It won't take long, I promise." The promise is a lie. Lysa doesn't know how long it will take, but it's enough that she is anxious, she is not going to bring her son in the same state. "I'm cold!" He whines again after a moment of silence and Lysa curses herself for not dressing him in warmer clothes. But at the same time, the guards would have gotten suspicious if the prince would have walked to his aunt's place all dressed up. "We are going somewhere warm, my love. One moment." She wraps her arms around him, trying to provide all the warmth she can with her own body. This old path was closed years ago so there are n
"What happened? Where is she?" Astrid bursts into the infirmary with Tamara, confused as hell, running behind her."Forgive me, Lady Astrid! Her stomach started bleeding, suddenly. It may have been more than an indigestion, I believe the stress made a hole inside her guts. She bled out the poor girl.""She was fine a moment ago and now you're telling me that she bled to death?" Astrid shouts, but the medic is already not paying attention to her anymore as she bows to somebody that just came into the room. Astrid turns around, surprised to see Lord Connrad."Thank you for your worry, my lady. My wife would have been honored." He says, barely contenting his smirk. "Your Grace. It's an honor to be in your presence."Tamara doesn't seem to reciprocate the feeling but politely nods at the lord. Since she doesn't know the situation, she is not filled with rage as Astrid is."Forgive me, my lady! My lord! I did everything that was in my mortal power. The rest comes only from God and he was t
"You look at me as if you just saw a ghost, Astrid." Sansa comments, trying to seem offended, but with a smile hiding behind her lips."I... didn't expect that...""Neither did I. To apologize to a... well, you are not a slave anymore... to a concubine of my brother was not something that I thought I will ever do in this life. But I am not that stuck in my own ways not to see the necessity to do it this time.""And what made you think that?"Sansa sighs."More than one thing I suppose. My brother seems better, happier. I can't ignore the good effect you have on him. You offered him a son, a lovely little baby that even if I hated you, I can't help but adore. You turned around the fate of the war... Maybe I started it, but... I never wanted to go through with it. It was too late when I realized that and I am glad it failed. You didn't take advantage of that victory to push everyone else aside for your own gain. And more than anything you seem to care about this kingdom in a way that on