Prologue
It was a warm, sunny day in Kings Landing. It was the kind of day that the long summer is known for, and a kind of day that makes the Stark words fade from one's mind. All of Kings Landing was celebrating, for today was the 15th anniversary of the fall of the last Targaryen King and the start of Robert Baratheon rule. Music drifted through the air from the Great Septar of Balor, through Flee-Bottom, all the way to the Red Keep itself, where a great feast was being held in the king's honor. However, this day did not bring any sort of joy to one individual, who found their way to a closed off section of the Red Keep, a section that not even the servants dared linger.
It was the wing of the Keep where the greatest sin of Robert's Rebellion happened. Where the Targaryen children and Elia Martell where slaughtered. The servants believed it to be haunted, and perhaps it was, but not by ghosts, this place was haunted by memories. And at the base of the great tower of this wing sat an abandoned an over grown garden of sunflowers, roses, and wildflowers; and at its center stood a marble statue. Not many people knew, but Robert did regret something of this day and it wasn't the unfortunate deaths of Elia or her children. It was the death of one of the Targaryen's themselves, the lovely Otylia Targaryren, commonly known throughout the realm as the "Gentle Princess." The nocturnal features of this angelic young teen with as small dragon curled around her legs, stood here in unchanging pale white marble but abandoned from view. To be forgotten except to a few.
That where our somber figure found himself, still dressed in his knightly armor, standing in the middle of the weeds in front of the statue. Eyes transfixed on something small in his hand, seemingly lost in his memory until a voice startled him from his thoughts.
"Remembering ghosts Kingslayer?"Varys' voice sounded from the darkened corridor behind Jamie. Jamie turned to Varys quickly and donned his Lannister smirk, all the while putting the item he was looking at in a pocket of his armor.
"Remembering my greatest moment," Jamie answers smugly. Varys paid him no attention and step forward into the garden and moves to stand next to Jamie.
"Life is a curious thing, isn't it? That a man as wrenched as Aerys could have brought about a life like hers," Varys said as both man began to look upon the statue together. "Otylia Targaryren was truly the crowning jewel of the Targaryren Dynasty. Kind, generous, honorable, and with a sense of adventure that could have rivaled any boy. Do you remember her much?"
Varys studied Jamie then, he heard from one of his birds that the Kingslayer came in here and he wanted to know why. Not for one moment did he think he was remembering slaying Aerys, he would be drinking with the rest if he were. So why here? Why now? Jamie was looking upon the statue, his features cold and guarded.
"What I remember was her getting into more trouble than she was worth," Jamie said coldly.
"Yes…but she always had good intentions at heart. She didn't deserve to die the way she did."
"No one did," Jamie answered haunted, his mind immediately flashing back to that day.
Jamie was standing next to Robert and Ser. Barristan in front of the Septar of Balor when Gregor Clegane walked up with his squire, carrying three large bundles on his person and his squire holding another.
"What is this?" Robert said uncaring, Jamie couldn't really blame him. Just a few moments ago he over-heard Ned telling Robert about his "Beloved" Lyanna's fate. If Jamie had heard that his love's fate like that, he wouldn't care about much of anything else either. Though he would be lying if he wasn't worried about his own beloved. He had yet to see her yet…
"A gift from Tywin Lannister, a token of his allegiance to the new king," The Mountain said as he threw down the first two larger sacks, displaying the dead and beaten bodies of Princess Elia and Rhaenys. Then he threw the smallest bundle which contained what was left of Prince Aegon, it was hard to tell because the entire head of the poor babe was bashed in.
"You Killed the Targaryen babe's and Elia Martell? Have you lost your mind?" Lord Eddard Stark, who was displaying his Northern quietness, yelled.
"Ned, calm yourself!" Robert shouted, while the rest of us were rooted in our spots in shock and horror.
"Robert killing the Mad King and Rhaegar Targaryen is one thing but they were innocents-"Ned started.
"They were still Targaryens!" Robert yelled.
"Yes well so is Otylia, and we need her to-"Ned tried to finish but was interrupted this time by the Mountain.
"Wouldn't worry too much about her anymore," he said with a sick chuckle.
"What do you mean by that?" Ned asked.
The Mountain then took the last covered bundle from his squire and unrolled it's contains unceremoniously at Roberts feet, and what was there made Jamie and everyone else sick to their stomachs. In front of them was a broken and blackened body, curled into itself, and with what looked like a horrifying scream on its face.
"I was going to keep this bit for a souvenir but…" The mountain said before throwing what looked like a whole headful of bloodied white silver hair on top of the body that was held together with a black hair-ribbon. It was the only thing left to identify the body of their beloved princess, the one that everyone, present or lord, will morn. Their Gentle Princess was slain.
"Well… that solved my problems," Robert mumbled coldly, and from that moment on, Jamie hated his new king.
Varys looked at Jamie's haunted eyes and knew that this was a matter to look into, but in respect of his princess, he would not pry now; he had birds for that. "Your right… Well, I must be going to the feast I was only here to pay respects. She may have been a Targaryen, but who knows what would have happened if she had lived. She may have been Queen instead of our good Queen Cerci," Varys said trying to rile a response but surprisingly found none. "Until next time Kingslayer."
Varys despaired as silently into the shadows as he appeared, leaving Jamie to his thoughts. When he was gone Jamie reached into his pocket and pulled out the object he was holding. It was a thin gold chain necklace holding a small piece of multi-colored Dragon Glass. For most other, including his sister Cerci, this insignificant piece of jewelry would look like a cheap piece of nothing compared to the riches the Lannaster's have, but to Jamie, this was his most prized possession; because it was all he had left of her: his secret, his princess, his love.
"I'm so sorry I wasn't there to protect you, my love," Jamie looked up from the necklace to the statue again, imagining it was really her there, as if she would open her dark lavender eyes and smile at him.
Across the Narrow Sea in Pentos:
A female figure of 15 years stood on a stone balcony looking at the twilight covered sea. Her silver hair twinkling in the candle light as she watched, waiting for something passively until she heard her chamber door close and lock. The girl whipped around quickly about to scream and risk waking the dragon until she realized who the intruder was.
"It's alright Danny, it's only me," the mysterious figure, who was obviously a girl from the soothing voice, said from the shadows as she made her way through the room.
"You scared me, I almost alerted Viserys," Daenerys Targaryen (A.K.A Danny) said rushing to the figure and crushing her in a desperate hug, bringing her into the candle light. She was a tall but impressively beautiful woman of 26 year with midnight blue hair looked like ink as did her dark eyes, and suntanned skin. The two girls embraced a few moments more before the dark haired girl released Danny and walked to the balcony herself. "What's wrong?"
"I'm leaving Danny," the dark headed woman said somberly.
"When?" Danny asked rushing back over to the girl, in a panic.
"When I leave here. There is much to do, and in so little time."
"Take me with you. Please, you don't know what it's like with Viserys. He's going to marry me to Kalh Drogo of the Dothraki. You must save me please," Danny pleaded, tears in her eyes.
"You know I can't, not yet."
"Why?" The woman turned to Danny and gripped her shoulders gently, like a mother would their child, and looked into Danny's eyes.
"Because what I need to do, is dangerous and I can't risk your life," she said tilting Danny chin up. "You are stronger than you know, you just need to find it, and maybe this Kalh can help you. The Dothraki, if anything, are a tough people and the breed strength within people. Brother has killed your awareness of your strength before it could bloom. I have tried to nurture it as much as I can but you need to do the rest. Survive Danny and you will find your inner fire."
"You think so?" Danny asked and the woman was reminded of the cruelty this girl has faced her whole life. She just hoped she could last a little longer.
"I know so. I'm sorry but I must go now." The woman headed to the chamber door again but was stopped by Danny.
"I don't know what I'm going to do without you."
"I'm sure you'll manage just fine. But in case you need me or have news, just whistle."
"Whistle?"
"Do it." So Danny did and there on the balcony flew a handsome falcon. "I trust them more then ravens. They are all trained to find me where-ever I am. Just use them with caution, we mustn't let Brother know."
"I will but what should I call you now, since no one knows you exist?"
"Call me Willow."
A.N: Hey guys so I haven't been on in a long time but I've had this story in my head for a while and thought I'd give writing FF another shot. This story is going to be run solely on reviews. The more I get the more I'm likely to write, so REVIEW. I hope you guys like this so far and love to hear people's feedback. No Flames though please. I also have not read the Books yet but so please don't crucify me if I mix some stuff up. Until next time.