This is my first Game of Thrones fan fiction, it will follow the plot of the TV show for the most part with the obvious exception of my own character being added. I hope that there's some thing slightly original here and that people enjoy it.
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She was a dead woman, Queen Cersei had sentenced her. There was a war raging beyond the walls of this room where so many of the courts women had found refuge in, but win or loose, she was a dead woman. Saebyl Waters, sat in the corner of the room as she watched her queen drink herself into a stupor, and tried to maintain a calm exterior. Her mind was racing, trying to figure a way to survive this battle.
She always had a tendency to run her mouth. Most of the time people found her clever and amusing but she had pushed one inch too far with Cersei Lannister. Saebyl had made a crack about Joffrey on the battlefield, which made the Queen only see red. She had yanked her by her curly white blonde hair and hissed that if the Lannisters lost this battle, she prayed that she would be able to see the invading soldiers rape and murder her, and if they won, she'll find a punishment more suitable.
She had to run, there was no other option. To where, she had no clue, and how, that was even more of a stretch. She had come straight from Casterly Rock to Kings Landing. A cushioned life is what she lead. She spent her days gabbing, plaiting the ladies beautiful hair into fashionable styles and eating luxurious meals. An uncertain, uncomfortable life never suited her.
Her mother, Maebyl, always had a plan. She served Lord Tywin Lannister as hand of the King at Kings Landing. She was a smart woman and kept to herself, but quickly learned her Lords behaviours and how to manipulate them to gain his favour. She managed to do this all while carrying a bastard Targaryen child. Saebyl was never told who her father was but her mother made sure to let her know that if the Targaryens had survived, he would of restored her name but now she was forever cursed with the surname of Waters and the title of Bastard.
When Tywin resigned his post as Hand of the King, Saebyl's mother went back to Casterly Rock with him, where she gave birth. Sae was raised to become a proper lady of court, in hopes that she'd return to King's Landing to be in the Queen's entourage. That was before Saebyl caught Tywin Lannister's eye.
A charismatic and stunning young woman, Saebyl Waters was the talk of Casterly Rock. Bewitching all people that came into her path, she finally caught the attention of the Lord on one fine summer's day. Her mother had never anticipated the possibility of Tywin noticing her daughter but if anyone were to even chip at that icy exterior it would be her.
"I noticed you chatting to Tywin Lannister today." Mae said to her daughter as she brushed out her long out of control silvery hair.
"Of course you did, nothing I ever do is a secret to you." She replied with a laugh.
"He stares at you."
"Of course he does. All the men do. They're so obvious." Saebyl stared vainly into the mirror.
"Your going to seduce him." She informed her daughter bluntly.
"What? Mother, I think you've had one too many glasses of wine." She looked round to her mother to see her stern expression. She rolled her eyes. "Mother, everyone knows that man's heart was buried with his wife's corpse."
"He seems to have taken an interest in you. I don't know how you do it but you've got the entire court of Casterly Rock wrapped around your finger."
"He's a man, he just wants some where to stick his prick."
"And you're going to be the place he puts it."
"Mother! You're whoring me out now? Is that what I am to you?" She stood suddenly to face her mother who still towered over her petite frame.
"You're telling me that you are a pure and just young woman? That if I wandered down to that inn there wouldn't be a certain sell sword pining after you and writing bawdy poetry?" She replied puffing out her chest. Her daughter glared back at her.
"It's a stupid idea mother, I won't do it." She changed the subject as she sat back in front of the mirror and resumed combing her own curly locks.
"You will cast your little spell on him and have his bastard son." Maebyl told her daughter as simply as asking her to fetch water.
"A bastard son? Why would I ever do that?" Her jaw was hanging open. She knew the trials and tribulations of being a bastard.
"Jaime cannot have Casterly Rock, he is a knight and took certain vows, Cersei's son will be king and there is no way in seven hells that Tywin Lannister will ever give it to Tyrion. He's running low on options. If you give him a healthy Lannister boy, that he recognizes..." She gave a mischievous grin.
A million thoughts rushed through Saebyl's mind. How could she, a bastard, willingly let another be born but if her mother's plan went smoothly, they would have Casterly Rock. Her son would be a Lannister, one of the most respected names in the land. She would be set for life, and Tywin Lannister was an old soldier, surely he'd die soon. She stared at herself in the mirror and contemplated all possible scenarios.
"Will I get new clothes?" Her mother smiled broadly and nodded.