"Do you want me to marry Tommen? If he kills you?" Astrid stares at Loras in utter shock."He would be weak, he would look for ways to strengthen his claim, and marring another dragon rider will be more beneficial for him than any alliance." Loras explains, calmly. And that pisses Astrid off even more."And why would I do that?""Because being his strength would mean he would fight to keep you safe.""Did it cross your mind that I'd better die than marry him?""Yes.""And?""No. You won't die.""You can't order me from beyond the grave.""I don't order you. I am asking you. Let me go to the battle with the consolation that you are going to be safe regardless of the result. Let me go knowing that even if the worse happens, you will be here to stop Tommen from destroying the kingdom." His words are so soft, and the look in his eyes is so warm. Astrid can't help it. Even if her heart breaks with this promise, if this is what he needs, she is ready to sacrifice anything, even her soul."V
"You condemned yourselves to death." Sansa says, her eyes glancing around the room, falling one by one on every trembling favorite.Astrid is pale as a ghost. With the law in her hand, Sansa could kill her before Tamara or Loras could have any chance to intervene. And no one could blame her."Which favorite?" Sansa asks, turning back to the man."I didn't see, Your Grace. She was wearing a scarf over her head." He answers and Sansa looks at him thoughtfully for a second."Throw him in the dungeon until this investigation is over. After that, you will leave the palace."The man starts crying again."Thank you for your mercy, Your Grace."Only if Astrid could benefit from a bit of that mercy too. But looking at Sansa's burning eyes, she knew that was not possible."Your rooms will be searched." She announces and then looks at Astrid. "Yours will not. I would never hear the end of it if I search through my sister's apartment so consider yourself lucky."Astrid sighs in relief, but doesn'
The night passes agonizingly slowly as Astrid feels Aine's agitation rising almost untill midnight. And then nothing... She has no way of contacting Loras and she can't explain to anyone why she is so anxious.The morning comes and goes and everything passes by her unnoticed. Tamara's words at breakfast, Esmee's questions, Sansa's screaming at the favorite's meeting. She can't focus on anything, walking around like a zombie. When the time for the messager’s arrival comes she glues herself to the balcony, her eyes fixed on the road."What's up with you today?" Tamara asks for the third time before Astrid even notices she is standing next to her."I have a bad feeling." Astrid explains and the princess' smile vanishes."Don't scare me, Astrid..." She laughs nervously but says nothing else as she starts looking at the road herself. They end hours like this, in an anxiety-filled waiting."Lady Tamara, Lady Astrid." Bella calls them. "Lady Sansa asked for a harem meeting in the common room
The next day is chaos in the harem. Everyone is on edge and the lack of news from the battlefield creates even more tension. Tamara is constantly fighting with Sansa. Last evening, after they talked, she went to her older sister's room and threw Astrid's contraceptive tea at her. That apparently caused a whole different mess because, apparently, Sansa had feelings for James too and before the late king died, he agreed to marry them. "And no one knew?" Asks Astrid, grateful for the drama to distract herself. "No. They had dinner and he said he will summon James' father the next day to discuss. But in the morning, our father died." "And she told no one?" "Well, James is Loras' best friend. She knew my brother won't force him to marry Sansa just because she likes him. I guess she was waiting for an opportunity or trying to forget. I have no idea. I don't even know if James knew about any of this." "He would have told you." "I don't know. He always seemed to avoid Sansa but I just
"Guards!" Sansa shouts as Astrid sits frozen in front of her, reading over and over the letter in her hands."Your Grace... This letter is a lie!" Astrid finally comes into her senses only when the guards rip the piece of paper from her shaking hands and give it back to Sansa."Do you think I can't recognize my brother's writing? Or his signature?" She asks, puffing."It may be from him, but every word is a lie!" Astrid answers."Why would a rebellious prince caught in the middle of war write you, a mere slave a false love letter? Do you hear yourself?" Sansa turns her back to Astrid before she gets the chance to answer and signs the guard to take it away.Unfortunately... the way to the dungeon goes straight through the common room. During lunch.Astrid can hear the sound of spoons dropping from the girls' hands when she passes by, her eyes glued to the ground. They don't even whisper gossip anymore. They are so shocked, they just stare."Astrid?" Lanna shouts from above as she looks
"Tommen?" The world starts spinning around Astrid as she looks at the familiar face in front of her. There is no mistake. Tommen... This is Tommen. Loras' brother. But how... What kind of cruel magic is this? She... she just slept with him. No... she slept with Loras just earlier. She could see his face, his smile, his eyes. That was her love, her mate. When she turned around something changed. It was Tommen hurting her. She feels dirty. Even scratching the skin off her flesh won't make her feel the same again. Astrid falls to the ground, crying, while the prince starts laughing. "Astrid... you are my wife now... You promised Loras to marry me. Remember?" He asks again and again as his laugh slowly transforms into a demonic howl. "No!" Astrid creams as she opens her eyes. Everything is covered in the darkness around her so it takes a minute until she realizes she is still in the prison cell. Loras... or Tommen never came. It was just a nightmare. Just an image in her head... It
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
"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