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
The minute that it takes for Astrid to sprint through the long corridors to her room is the longest minute of her life. Time passes like in a nightmare where your mind moves so much faster than your body is able to.She sees nothing on the way, she pushes anything and anyone out of her way until she reaches the doors. There, she freezes, with her hand on the handle.What will she see if she opens it? Is it hell on the others side? As scared as she is now... a moment more of incertitude may feel better than whatever waits for her.She takes a deep breath and bursts into the room."Erik?" She rushes to the crib only to see her baby crying, startled by his mother's scream. "Oh, my baby. Hush. I am sorry!"She picks him up with shaking hands. The maids are looking at her surprised and the guards that she didn't even notice at the door are packing inside to make sure everything is fine."Lady Astrid? What happened?" Esmee asks concerned."A guard came when I was with Loras... He said that
"Esmee, calm down and explain. What happened? Did one of the guards do something to you?" Astrid asks, confused by the sudden outburst. But when the girl hears the possible accusation for the guard, she just starts to cry even harder."No! No! He did nothing wrong! I jus... I was the one..." In between old sobs, the words are almost unintelligible."Esmee. Look at me!" Astrid holds her head straight with her hands and forces the panicked girl to look at her. "I swear to you! Whatever happened. Whatever you did. I will help you and I won't get mad!"There are things that would make her mad and for a second the possibility of Esmee being involved in Omar's disappearance creeps into her mind, but she waves it away. She won't get anywhere scaring her even more.Esmee looks at her with a bit of doubt in her eyes, but the promise quickly calms her down enough for her words to tie up together in sentences again."I talked to him...""Yes, I understood that. What did you talk to him about?""
"I am just saying it's a possibility..." Astrid sighs, letting herself fall on the bed as Loras circles around the room."And I am saying that she is not that insane." He continues to protest against the idea of Lysa running away with Omar on her own."Think about it for a second! Lysa values Omar's safety above anything else! She saw how the lords reacted. She wouldn't have told the guards not to bother escorting them to Sansa's room. Even if it was around the corner!" Astrid insists and Loras just stares at her. He knows she is right, but he doesn't want to accept he was a fool for giving her a second chance. "Have you talked with her maids?""All she did was receive a few guests that came to pay Omar a visit. They brought some small gifts that were checked while they had a cordial conversation." He says as he checks the paper where the maids wrote their statements. Astrid takes a look at the document as well, but can't find anything unusual.Loras stares at it for a second, not say
"Your Majesty." Astrid enters the study room. She signals Loras with her eyes that they need to talk in private for a moment. They decided on the sign before the lord came and now it came in handy."One moment, my lord." The king takes Astrid's hand and they step in the Master of the Privy Chambers’ room, connected to a small corridor."I just found Lysa. She is in Lord Connrad's rooms.""Are you sure?" Loras asks, a dark expression taking over his face."The wife is terrified. I think they plan a coup. He will help put Omar on the throne in exchange for becoming his stepfather and probably the regent. Lysa will get rid of Erik and me and have Omar be the only one to have rights for the throne.""Astrid, this is a huge accusation!" Loras growls in between his clenched teeth."The wife heard everything. I promised her protection. Loras, they were talking about killing her tonight so the marriage could be hurried. That means they will move soon.""The girl looked like she was telling th