Astrid listens to Lanna's statement in a defeated silence. Tamara was right..."You were friends with lady Astrid since you came here, weren't you?" The favorite asks."Yes. We came from the same village so we knew each other even from before." Lanna answers."How would you describe her?""When we were little, all the boys were fascinated by her eyes. Grey like a storm. They would swirl around her at every moment, taking bets about who could tame the storm. Childish plays. But Astrid would just use it to torment the other girls. She would make everyone bully the pretty girls until they wouldn't show their faces around. I was lucky because she didn't see me as beautiful." Lanna tells her tearful story with such dramatics that Astrid can't help but roll her eyes.Enough! She gets it. It wasn't ok for Astrid to fall for Loras after he gave Lanna hope. It was a shitty thing to do and she is sorry for it. Lanna went through a lot because of that and even though not everything is on Astrid
Astrid first entered this palace wanting to die. She wanted to join her parents in a peaceful, blissful afterlife. Then she found reasons to stay alive. To prevent others from being brought in as her replacement, her friendship with Tamara, her curiosity about Loras. And finally... love. She was ready to face turmoil and pain just so can stay and right when that happened... She is dressed in a white, simple dress as she is paraded through the palace. A macabre crowd of spectators follows here to the gardens. Where the executioner is waiting. Such a beautiful day today, she thinks and then almost laughs at herself. So it is true that when you are about to die, the most random thoughts come to your head. Like your mind is trying to distract you from the fact that your life is about to end. The guards order her to kneel down on the black carpet that was lying in the middle of the garden. It's washed after every execution, but somehow, she can still smell the blood of the ones before he
Back in the palace, even the air itself is tense. Of course, Sansa stepped back, humiliated by Loras' pretty direct threat, but the rest of the girls are very understandably pissed by the fact that Astrid, condemned for betraying the king is safe and sound between them. "My mother was right. Men think with their dicks! And we thought the king would be any different..." A favorite sighs as others nod in agreement. Astrid insisted to stay in her room and take a bath in the middle of the night, but Tamara insisted to go. After all, everyone already thinks she is given special treatment, walking around after curfew would just hammer the final the nail in the coffin. So now, she needs to sit here and take all the remarks thrown at her. "I wonder if she thinks that highly of herself. It's not like she's beautiful or talented. She's just a good slut." "You heard what her friend said. Of course, she's a good slut. She fucked everyone in her village." Thankfully, Astrid is done very quick
"Astrid! How did you do that?" Tamara shouts with her eyes still closed. She opened them when they fell on Aine's back, but she closed them again when she realized she was flying through the clouds."Long story." Astrid answers. She wants to tell Tamara everything, but right now... the feeling of freedom she has as the wind caresses her hair at the top of the world. It's addictive.She remembers the faces of the concubines when she jumped over the balcony, pulling everyone after her. The shocks, the relief. They were scared to hurt the princess. They hoped Tamara wouldn't oppose when they realized they were wrong, they panicked. When Astrid jumped, they must have thought she decided to kill herself and take everyone that could stand witness against them with her. No blood on their hands, no one remaining to accuse them.Until they saw the dragon. The shadow of Aine's huge body swiped through the sky so fast, that no one was able to comprehend what was happening. When they finally did,
"He's the king! How the fuck do you lose a king? And how the fuck do you lose a dragon? Did it suddenly transform into a worm and dig itself a hole in the ground? No! Someone must have seen it fly in a direction!"Tamara walks in circles around the tent as James follows her, begging her to be quiet. The army is already tense since Loras wasn't on the battlefield, if they know he's gone entirely it will be chaos.Astrid can't seem to do anything but sit quietly on a chair and look at the tent entrance like Loras somehow will enter any minute."Lady Astrid, are you alright?" Bella asks loudly, trying to attract Tamara's attention so she can finally stop shouting around. It works, Tamara turns towards Astrid."Calm down, Astrid. If Tommen would have killed or captured Loras it would be known in every corner of the realm already."But Astrid doesn't answer, she just continues to stare straight ahead, not even hearing what they're talking about around her."My lady... It's been a long day
They just talk for a while. Catching up on all the gaps in each other lives. And God knows there are many. But thankfully, in the soft light of the full moon, it's only them. No one to interrupt."How did you end up here?" Astrid finally asks."Because of him." Loras answers pointing at Dracos. "He became agitated and I thought he sensed something wrong with Aine and you. I didn't have time to think too much, before I knew it I was in the air, flying to you."Astrid was resting her head on the king's chest and as he described the moment he thought she was in danger, his heartbeat got faster, as if only the thought of it made him uneasy. She hugs him tighter. In the end, she protected herself, but the thought of someone being out there, willing to let everything behind to come to her rescue makes her feel so safe, so deeply loved. Loras kisses the top of her head."When we arrived here, Dracos stopped wanting to fly any further and kept trying to go back to camp.""He felt Aine flying
"I am the one with insane plans, Loras. If you start too, who is going to be the voice of reason?" Astrid asks when they find themselves alone. Loras laughs. "You just have to ride the dragon, just like you did yesterday. What is the problem?" "Yesterday it was the heat of the moment. The soldiers were confused, too confused to realize I am not you. It won't happen again. The generals will be humiliated to be led in battle by a girl!" Astrid continues to protest. How could he be so relaxed? Does he really think this madness will go smoothly? "The generals will have to get used to that sooner or later. You are a dragon rider. Only a fool would be too misogynistic to use that." Loras discusses her worries, starting to undress. "What are you doing?" Astrid asks, surprised by the sudden view of his bare back. "I will take a bath. Care to join me?" He asks with his characteristic smirk. "Can't we finish the conversation?" "What would be the point of finishing it dirty?" Astrid roll
"I was called, Your Majesty." The healer says after regaining his composure."She is unwell." Loras tells him, pointing at Astrid. It was like he couldn't even remember that he was screaming a moment ago. The doctor nods and approaches Astrid, but he also keeps an eye on the king as well."We were in a forest last night. Maybe I caught a cold?" Astrid continues to play her part, not allowing herself to get distracted by Loras' sudden outburst from earlier.The healer nods, taking a shiny rock out of his bag. Astrid looks at him confused, and he explains."I am a healer, my lady, not just a doctor. I take care of the body and soul. A two-for-one kind of deal, if you like." He lifts up the stone, for her to see it. It looks awfully similar to the ones the shaman was holding when they went there. "This one will tell me if there is something wrong in your body. Like a cold.""How does it work?" Astrid asks genuinely curious. She heard stories about healers but never saw one."I don't know
"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