"Lanna?" Astrid asks as she knocks on the door.As always, she doesn't answer right away, but Astrid knows she's in there as she can hear her coming closer to the door."It's me. It won't take long..." Astrid tries again."I don't want to talk now, Astrid." Lanna answers without opening."Five minutes.""No!""Why were you in Lady Sansa's room?" Astrid tries to push it and surely enough Lanna opens the door."Really, Astrid! You are so freaking annoying. Why are you sticking your nose in everything I do? Why should I explain what I do to you? Who the hell do you think you are?" Lanna is red in the face and Astrid takes a step back."I'm sorry. You don't have to explain anything to me. I just wanted to warn you about Sansa... Tamara told me..."Lanna interrupts her."Lady Tamara said, Lady Tamara thinks. Do you think just because she was nice to you she is such an amazing person? Well, guess what, Lady Sansa warned me about Tamara too.""You can't trust Sansa!""Oh, and I should trust
Astrid looks up at the royal apartments' balcony.And lo and behold, with a smile as if nothing happened, Loras is looking down at them.Esmee is all shades of red, getting small glimpses at the king while Astrid is as pale as a ghost. After last evening's fiasco, she hoped she could avoid him for a bit to put her thoughts in order, but she didn't think he would be the one that calls her.Astrid bows down, certainly not as low as Esmee, but, you know, respectfully enough.Loras is still smiling, not a care in the world and that pisses Astrid off."Let's go inside Esmee. The king wants to admire the view and we are in the way." Astrid says loud enough for him to hear."Ah, Lady Astrid, but the king feels kind today and allows you to stay." He answers, with a tint of provocation in his tone."We thank the king for the generosity, but we should go. It got windy." Astrid answers and it's not a lie. A breeze from the sea reached the palace, cooling off this torrid summer day."Fine then. T
Astrid expected him to be all smiles like he was in the afternoon when he invited her, but instead, he was distressed. He looks at her up and down and smiles at the outfit, but rather than his usual straight-to-the-sex approach and arrogant smirks, he sighs and invites her into the study.Astrid is surprised and a bit disappointed, but follows him anyway."I exiled Tommen." He drops the bomb as soon as they sit down and Astrid’s face drops."Why?""He was the one that hired that assassin. And he used Lanna to cover it up. That night that we arrived, he was planning to have her killed."Astrid can't process what is happening right now. Tommen? The second prince sent an assassin to kill her? Why?"Why?" Is all she can ask.Loras sighs, not looking too surprised, just very disappointed."When Lysa was pregnant it was a war in itself to keep her and the child alive. Every day something would happen and I ended u having to hide Lysa until she gave birth. Everyone knew it was Tommen, but my
Astrid opens her eyes as the sound of the singing birds starts to fill the bedroom. Loras is next to her, softly breathing, still deeply asleep.She smiles and brushes her fingertips over his closed eyes, over his lips, over his chest. It's nice to see him so calm, without that constant smirk glued to his face. Images from last night come back to her mind. She never thought she could feel passion like that. It was like her entire body was thrown into flames. He wasn't as gentle as the first time either. He bit, pushed, and pulled like he was a starving animal eating her alive. She blushes remembering. Can't say she didn't enjoy it, but who is she going to have a serious talk with him this morning when all she has in her mind is his whispered orders?Turn around!Lick it!Open your mouth!She shakes her head. She can't get all fired up again first thing in the morning.She gets up. If she's going to sit here, looking at him as he sleeps half naked, she will end up tied to that bed for
Astrid remembers a story her mother told her. Cinderella, made a slave by her evil stepmother before she met a prince and became his princess. The love part is not what remembers Astrid about the story, however. But the fact that the girl was friends with the rats. While Astrid, hopes she won't be here enough to become friendly with the huge one that's been staring rather for the last few minutes. "Shoo!" She tries to scare him away, but this rat looks like he's seen some stuff. She gives up. She doesn't even have a window here to see where the sun is. It feels like she's been here for days already. The rat takes a few steps closer and despite her speech from earlier about being brave, she screams. A guard comes to check on her. "I see you met Rabbit. Don't look him in the eye and you'll be fine. He hates provocations." The guard says and Astrid looks away from the rat. "See? He left." The guard laughs and Astrid looks around. The damned creature is truly gone. "Thank you..." As
"Tamara is still not here?" Astrid asks, the day growing late as Loras returns from his meeting. "No... I sent people to go bring her, but we won't be hearing from them for at least two days." Loras answers, throwing himself on the bed. The meetings started to become longer and longer as Tommen's support from the corrupt lords is rising. Loras has become increasingly tired. James, his general, rushes in not even a minute after Loras returned. The king sighs, but still gets up to hear what the bringer of bad news got today. "What has he done, now?" Loras asks, but James is just staring, place as a ghost. "James!" "The... the prince. Omar is sick." Loras pushes James aside and starts running towards the harem. Astrid and James follow him. In Lysa's apartment, the atmosphere is so heavy you can cut it with a knife. Lady Sansa arrived here too and tries to console Lysa in a corner. "What happened?" Loras asks them. "The medic is with him..." Sansa answers as Lysa starts sobbing lo
"Still nothing?" Astrid asks, leaning on the study's door. It's almost midnight and Loras must be tired, but he has been stuck with his nose in those books since he came from the dinner with the prince. "I just want to make sure you're not fine now and become ashes in the morning." He answers stretching his back. Astrid goes behind him and starts massaging his sore muscles. "I don't think it works like that." "The dragon's breath is not a normal fire. No one knows the true extent of its power. But I've seen it turn enemies into nothing." He shakes his head, not wanting to stop. "Fine, then let me help you!" "It's the old Valarian language, you don't know it." He says. They had this discussion earlier. "Not with reading. With putting your thoughts in order. I don't know, maybe I can find a connection that you somehow missed. Do you have theories, something?" "Not really. But it can't be because you were holding him. I checked that first." "Maybe your love kept me alive." Astrid
The next day, early in the morning, Astrid takes a deep breath, as the dragon rises through the clouds."We can check on Tamara tonight when we come back. The hunting lodge is in the way" Loras says, checking the map in his hands. Astrid smiles, as she started to become more and more worried about the princess with every day that passed."I miss her. With everything that happened..."Loras tightens his grip around her waist."Tommen will pay for this ordeal."A war of succession... Only legends remember those things happening. And the legends are bloody.They are silent for the rest of the flight it's hard to talk with the wind hitting their faces at that speed. He could go slower, of course, but they agreed to hurry so the news of him leaving the palace don't reach Tommen."Is this the place....?" Astrid asks as she looks around where the dragon landed. There's nothing, not even the shadow of a tree Just an empty field."The idea for it is not to be found." Loras answers as he turns
"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