"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
"Soul stones?" Loras reads out loud and Astrid's heart drops. One thing! One thing did the healer tell her not to do. She quickly closes the book and turns to Loras all smiles. "You are back early!" She tosses the book under the bed and just asks about the meeting hoping that will be enough of a distraction."Is the meeting over? The guards said it might take until late. Everything alright?" He rises an eyebrow but fortunately doesn't start screaming at her. "I came to eat with you. I gave a small break to the generals. Tired minds are as dangerous as stupid ones." He sits on the bed and pulls her towards him, so she can sit on his lap. "I see you are feeling better. Did the healer discover what was wrong with you? Or your soul..." She almost forgot that she technically was the one unwell. "All the stress. It takes a toll on the body as well." Loras nods at her half-baked explanation as he seems more relieved that she is fine than inclined to ask more questions. "Try not to be
"Lady Astrid?" James shakes her shoulder.Astrid's eyes shoot open. Did she fall asleep? She feels like she just had a bad dream but she can't remember any of it."What happened?" She asks James, rubbing her eyes, trying to wake up and process what he's saying. "The meeting... Loras...""Yes. The king is still in the meeting. He required your presence, my lady."Oh no... so he's going ahead with the plan. Not surprising since she did nothing to try and change his mind."How is the meeting going?" Astrid asks, trying to regain a drop of composure before she walks into a room with the most important people in the kingdom. Not even that, before she walks into a room with the people she's supposed to lead in a battle just a few hours away. She wants to feel anxious and scared, but the memory of the feeling that took over her when she flew Aine over the battle, burning and destroying everything that wanted to hurt what she holds dear...She was never the one that lusted for power, she was
Once returned to the king's tent, Astrid feels proud of herself. She finally stood up to Tamara.Loras is already asleep so she gently lays next to him, careful not to wake him up. Her king... Her mate. She almost laughs at herself remembering how much she hated him when she came to the palace. Even though she didn't know him, she choose the king to blame all her sorrows on.She lifts her head ever so slightly, so she could see his face in the soft light of the fire. With his eyes closed and soft breaths, sound asleep next to her, he looks so relaxed, so peaceful. She raises her hand to follow the line of his jaw. She brushes her fingers against his lips."Astrid..." He whispers."Did I wake you up?" She asks, a bit sad that she interrupted his sleep, but nevertheless glad to hear his voice."Loras?"No answer. He is asleep, but he still turns around to wrap his arms around her, holding her tight against his chest. She tries to pull away a little bit so she could see his face again, bu
She finished a battle before, but she never saw one starting.The chaos at the end is so contradicting with what lays in front of her eyes now. Thousands upon thousands of perfectly aligned soldiers, with their weapons shining in the sun, thirsty for the blood of their enemies.She looks down at general Carson. The king split his army in two and left the old warrior in charge of the front one. He gives a short speech, trying to lift the morale of the soldiers, but even the determination and the adrenaline can't wash away the fear that they hide behind their amour.She looks over, at the other side of the battlefield to see a mirror image. Generals riding their horses up and down the perfectly aligned lines to try and give a sip of courage to the terrified soldiers. Most of them have seen battles before. Most of them do not fear the battle itself. No, they stare at the dragon. At Aine.She can understand why. Loras used Dracos for intimidation only. He didn't want to burn the soldiers
She's been here before. Astrid looks around at the nothingness that surrounds her, feeling an unexpected wave of calmness taking over her. Loras is not here this time. "Loras..." She says his name out loud, slowly remembering how she ended up here. He killed her. How funny life is. A long time ago she wished for a swift death at his hand rather than being forced to serve him. Now, she would give anything to return to his arms, but he gave her a quick death instead. "Now what?" Astrid asks herself. If this is the afterlife, alone in your own mind, then she will go insane. She hoped if she died she would at least see her parents and her brothers. And if she can't speak with other dead, maybe look down on Earth and see if her plan to bring Loras back worked. She hopes it worked. Dying is bad enough, but dying for nothing? She thinks back at the moment before everything went black. He was fighting her. Initially, he wasn't swinging his sword directly towards her. It was meant more as
The battle wasn't the success they hoped for, but the disappointment they feared. The second army reported that they had gotten confused when the king ordered them to attack the other half of their own forces instead the enemy. Some listened, and some did not. It took some time before the generals could get everyone back in order and by that time, Tommen had won too much ground they were forced to retreat. "No sign of them?" Tamara asks James as he enters the main tent. By the look on his face, she knows the answer. "Damn it!" After Loras ordered his troops to attack one another, his dragon flew straight towards Astrid and attacked her. They stumbled in the air for a while before disappearing into the clouds. "How is everyone?" The princess asks, trying to change the subject so her head would stop spinning. Unfortunately, there are no good subjects today and James' frown grows even deeper. "The commanders ask for explanations, the generals are mad as hell, and the soldiers are tr
Tamara's muscles are sore and her feet are killing her, yet she has no choice but to keep moving. She's mad now that she was spoiled all her life. She was sitting around while maids took care of her every wish. If she walked too much in the garden they would massage her feet. If she scratched her arm, three doctors would have rushed to prepare unguents and pain medicine. And now? She's pretty sure her ankle is twisted, but what good would it be to complain? The others are in the same situation. It's not like they can carry her around. They need to move fast and stay hidden.Roland's arm is hurt after they encountered one of Tommen's rangers and had to take him down. One of the other guys is dragging his feet after a mountain lion bit him the other day. The beast smelled their food and attacked them out of nowhere.Tamara wipes her sweat and calls the dragon again. Yesterday, she couldn't hear it and they spent an entire day walking in the wrong direction. But today, the song it sings
"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