Saebyl Waters was a dead woman, Queen Cersei had all but sentenced her. There was a war raging beyond the walls of this room where so many of the court's women had found refuge in, but win or lose, she was dead. Sat in the corner of the room watching the Queen drink herself into a stupor, Saebyl tried to maintain a calm exterior, like her life had not just been threatened and her safety now doomed. Mind racing, she plotted the best route of escape but none were coming easily to her.

She always had a tendency to run her mouth, saying the things most people were thinking but with a talent for twisting them into an amusing anecdote. Most of the time people found her clever and entertaining but she had pushed one inch too far with Cersei Lannister, even knowing all too well how thin the ice was around the Queen. Saebyl had made a crack about Joffrey on the battlefield, which made Cersei 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.

Sae knew enough to know when Cersei was serious. The Lannister's didn't make idle threats, so she had to run, there was no other option. To where, she had no clue, and how, that was even more of a mystery. She had come straight from Casterly Rock to Kings Landing, she had no real family except her mother back at the Lion's den. A cushioned life is what Saebyl had lead, spending her days gossiping, 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 she was a young woman. She was smart and kept to herself, but quickly learned her Lords behaviours and how to manipulate them to gain his favour. Maebyl quickly became a favourite and was brought to King's Landing when Tywin was made Hand of the King. Her wit and charm served her well in the capital, maybe too well when she found herself with child.

When Tywin resigned his post as Hand of the King, Saebyl's mother went back to Casterly Rock with him, where she gave birth to her daughter Saebyl. Sae was raised to become a proper lady of court despite her last name and no knowledge of whom her father really was, though her silver hair betrayed he obvious Targaryen lineage. Her mother kept her ignorant on purpose, having dragon's blood became very dangerous very quickly since King Robert's reign. Instead she trained Saebyl in the art of the 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, the student had far surpassed the master, and was the centre of all attentions. Women wanted to be her friend, men wanted her in their bed. Occasionally, her mother worried that the attention would go to her daughter's head and she'd overstep her bounds but that changed when she caught Tywin Lannister's eye. 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. She wondered if there were no person Sae couldn't ensnare.

"I noticed you chatting to Tywin Lannister today." Mae said to her daughter as she brushed out her long curly silver hair.

"Of course you did, nothing I ever do is a secret to you." She replied with a laugh that lacked in humour.

"He stares at you." The mother stated, ceasing the brushing.

"Of course he does. All the men do. They're so obvious." Saebyl starred vainly into the mirror, running fingers through her locks.

"Your going to seduce him." She informed her daughter so bluntly it nearly came across as harsh but that was their way. Maebyl often appeared more as the bossy older sister than mother

"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." Her tone almost sounded jealous.

"He's a man, he just wants some where to stick his prick." Sae shot back.

"And you're going to be the place he puts it." Her mother deadpanned.

"Mother! You're whoring me out now? Is that what I am to you?" Sae 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 sellsword pining after you and writing bawdy poetry?" She replied puffing out her chest. Her daughter glared back at her. It had always been a sore point between them, despite all the training Maebyl gave her daughter, she craved a man who could handle a sword and had no desire to be a rich lord sitting on a throne.

"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 hair.

"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 and she'd be free to marry whomever she wanted. She stared at herself in the mirror and contemplated all possible scenarios.

"Will I get new clothes?" Her mother smiled broadly and nodded.


Thank you everyone who responded to me redoing Outcasts. I'm going to try and get a chapter up every week. I've got a couple done already but I don't want to burn through them right away. So you'll just have to be patient. So please, leave me a review letting me know what you think of this remastered version.

Of course there will be changes later down the line as when I had finished it the sixth season hadn't come out yet. So stay tuned!