Disclaimer : I do not own the names , places or anything thing else that comes from the Black Jewels. Only the story line is mine for the most part.

As those who follow my stories know I have an odd take on the "what if" of the book. This is no different. If a reader had a better title please do let me know. I am working with a beta on this one so don't expect quick updates. I am also working as I can on my Dream again book 2.

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Lucivar cried out in pain. He didn't know how he had gotten here or where "here" was to start with but he knew with great clarity that the bitch who was set on pulling his limb from his body was going to die. It didn't matter how long it took to get his hands around her neck… he was going to kill her.

"That's enough. Leave him." The woman spoke with too much authority to be anything else but a queen.

"Let me go and I promise I'll make your death quick." Lucivar hissed out.

Her boney fingers traced the joint of his arm that was ready to pop from the skin and smiled as tears were jerked from his eyes. "You'll be dead before long, Prince. But I did hope that your sadistic brother would show up. It wouldn't be much fun if he didn't watch you beg for your life."

He didn't know where he was but he knew Daemon wouldn't let this bitch kill him. Hell his Queen wouldn't let anyone kill him. And that was another thing, how did he get caught by some bitch that wanted him dead without having the entire first circle here tearing down the doors and helping him? Clenching his teeth he hissed out, "It would be entertaining once he arrives. Perhaps you should send a written invitation."

She dug her fingering into his arm, "Your blood should be enough to get him here… Unless he doesn't care anymore."

He was going to speak but the door that was much too blurry suddenly opened and a woman was tossed into the room. "I told you that I came willingly you piece of …"

"Marian." It was both a question and command to be quiet.

Marian took in the sight of Lucivar's body. Saw the cuts that were bleeding slowly, The joints that were ready to leave their joints. And his wings. His poor wings. Tattered and looking more like dark bloodied rags then anything that an eyrien would have attached to their backs. Then she locked eyes with the Queen, "Prince Sadi sends his regards but hasn't the time to be bothered to come," She took a deep breath, saying the words made her sick, "To watch his brother die."

"You're lying."

"Am I? Then why is a lonely housekeeper here rather than an enraged Warlord Prince?"

"And whose housekeeper are you I wonder?"

"I was his," Which was true at one time, "but it seems I will be looking for another employer."

Lucivar watch the exchange. He had known her for years and never had he heard her tell a single lie let alone sound so callous. He only hoped that this little performance was for the bitch's benefit and not because she was really this pissed with him.

"Very well then as your first task as my new housekeeper get him cleaned up. After all I plan on ridding him till he bleeds out."

"Of course Lady." Marian called in a bucket of milky water and a few rags.

"You always carry Water with you?"

Marian shrugged, "Never know what I might come across that needs a good cleaning."

"Very well then I'll leave you to your task." And with that she stormed from the room.

"Marian?"

"Don't even think about talking to me right now Prince." She leaned in close enough to whisper in his ear. "Your Queen will be here in a moment. And The Lady is not at all pleased."

Ah shit. "And the water?"

A wicked smile bloomed on her face and just before the world went dark it was Karla not Marian standing before him.