Chapter 1
Robert Baratheon, first of his name and all those other useless bloody titles stood at the entrance to the Red Keep, anxiously awaiting for the return of his daughter, who he had scarcely seen in the last five years. Robert hadn't wanted to banish Selene, because no matter what you called it was banishment, but after the way she had beaten Joffrey black and blue and knocked out at least two of his baby teeth Robert was really left with little choice in the matter, even if the little shit did deserve it. Unfortunately Joffrey was the heir of the Seven Kingdoms and Selene needed to understand that actions had consequences.
Robert had heard reports from various Stormlords and his old friend Ned about Selene and what they reported filled him with pride. An independent and intelligent woman who tolerated no useless shit from anyone, better at ruling then him it seemed. Not that such a thing was a great challenge, Robert knew that he was never meant to rule a kingdom. Give him a war and he'll win it, but matters concerning treasury, and agriculture and he was as clueless as a boy with his first whore.
"Where the bloody hell is she?" He muttered impatiently, as he ordered a nearby servant to refill his wine cup.
"No idea," Renly replied looking very amused, well more amused then normal. "She must be bringing a larger party then expected." 'Yep, Renly knows the reason she's late,' Robert thought, 'Stannis as well', he noted looking at his two brothers. For once Stannis didn't actually look like a complete wet shit, always going on about his imagined slights. Although Robert was annoyed that even though he was king, his brothers knew more about what was going on then he did.
Robert caught sight of Beric Dondarrion, a fellow Stormlord and one of the few in the capital, who he had sent ahead to greet and escort his daughter. "Dondarrion." He bellowed as the named man rode his horse in front of the king. "Where the bloody hell is she?" He snapped, patience wasn't his strong suite.
"She and her party were just entering the King's Gate when I met them." Dondarrion answered.
"About time." He grumbled. "And how large is her party?" he asked to which Dondarrion smirked as he proceeded to list the many Stormlords who had accompanied his daughter.
"Easily in the hundreds your grace, with men from houses Caron, Swann, Selmy, Errol, Buckler, Tarth and Estermont. And that was only from a first glance your grace, there are likely to be many more."
Robert was befuddled by the sheer number of Stormlords accompanying his daughter. He tried to remember the last time that capital held such a strong presence of Stormlords and unless he was mistaken it hadn't since the end of his rebellion. Robert turned to his brothers, and while both were surprised by the number of Stormlords, neither were shocked about it. "You knew about this?" He accused them.
"Selene sent me a raven asking if I had any problem with, I believe her words were 'putting the arrogant lions in their place'. And as it was I didn't." Renly despite being a 'frivolous dandy' as some called him, wasn't stupid and with the tension between the Lannisters and the Baratheons, King's Landing was a very dangerous place and more Stormlords in the capital was a very welcome advantage.
"You're always complaining about how the Lannisters strut about the capital as if they own the place." Stannis stated in his normal condescending tone of voice that just made Robert want to punch him. "Your daughter is simply reminding them of their place."
"And what is our place Lord Stannis?" Robert felt like groaning at the sound of that voice. One day, she couldn't have given him one day, no that bitch had to ruin it like she did everything else. Cersei was at the entrance to the Red Keep, a score of Lannister guards behind her, as well as her brother. At least Joffrey wasn't there, the little shit had been completely unbearable, even more so then usual, since he had found out that Selene was returning to the capital.
Stannis turned to face the queen but before he could snap out reply to her he was interrupted. "Realising that just because you shit gold doesn't mean that you own the world, and that it doesn't make you better then everyone else." Selene snapped from atop of her horse. It had been over a year since he had last seen his daughter and she had changed a lot since then. For one thing she had gotten taller, taller then Lyanna had been, and though he wasn't certain since she was sitting on her horse she looked nearly 5'7" or 5'8", a tall height, especially for a woman of only fifteen. Although she was dwarfed by the massive figure of Brienne of Tarth who sat on a horse next to Selene. That great beast of a woman looked as tall as Robert himself was. Selene also had her hair braided down her back and was not at all to his surprise she was wearing Dornish leathers as opposed to dresses, ever since she was a child she had always hated wearing dresses. From what Robert could recall she didn't look that much like Lyanna, oh there was certainly a resemblance and anyone could who knew Lyanna could tell that Selene was her daughter, but it was clear that Selene favoured him instead of her mother.
'At least one of my children looks like me,' he thought feeling pleased. Joffrey, Tommen and Myrcella all took after their mother in appearance, though at least only Joffrey took after her in personality. Both Tommen and Myrcella were sweat children, and more then once Robert wondered how they could possibly have come from that bitches cunt.
"Is that so, princess?" Cersei spoke through gritted teeth as she glared hatefully at Selene while his daughter, completely unbothered by it simply got off her horse and walked straight towards Cersei so that the two of them were barely a feet apart.
"It is your grace," Selene spoke with enough mockery to put Littlefinger to shame. "I have a question Cersei, in the Riverlands they call Walder Frey the Late Lord Frey because he didn't get to the Trident in time for battle, so in the Westerlands do they call your father the Late Lord Lannister because he didn't stir himself from Casterly Rock until after the war was all but won?"
Everyone watched the exchange near speechless. No one ever said that about Tywin Lannister, especially not to his daughter who held more pride for the Lannister name and legacy then any other member of her house.
It was at that point that Robert couldn't help it anymore, he let out a massive booming laugh while Cersei's face created interesting new shades of red out of anger or embarrassment. "You've got balls bigger then any man Selene, like a true Baratheon." He announced proudly while Selene turned towards her father, the frown on her face turning into a large smile.
Not caring about the people around them, Robert embraced his daughter in a large hug which she eagerly returned, neither of them giving two shits about the glare Cersei was sending there way. From his daughter's strong build and the impressive amount of strength with which she returned the hug, it was clear she had recieved some form of martial training. Not really surprising considering the strong martial culture of the Stormlands. While they didn't exactly send woman off to fight their wars, several houses in the Stormlands, especially within the Dornish Marches trained woman in at the least basic forms of combat.
"It's good to see you Selene." Robert said as they pulled away.
"And you father." Selene replied. The two of them fell into mostly small talk about the last few years, how everything had been, etc. Then Robert got to a sensitive issue.
"So when are you planning to travel to Winterfell?" Robert questioned, after she was fifteen now, and he presumed she had already done her mourning rights within Storm's End and now she had to do it in Winterfell. It was a Durrandeon tradition that had been adopted by the Baratheons, spending every night for a month among the tombs of your ancestors on both sides of her family. Robert and his brothers had all done the same thing when they were fifteen, spending a month within the tombs of Storm's End and then a month within the tombs of Greenstone, the ancestral keep of their mother's house.
"Roughly a few moons before I turn sixteen, after which I intend to stay for the remainder of the year." Selene told her father. Though she had visited Winterfell several times in the last few years she had never stayed there long and she wanted to use the oppertunity to better get to know her cousins.
Robert nodded in understanding. Hell, maybe he would join her there, it would allow him to see Ned again and get out of the shit pool that was King's Landing. The fact that Cersei hated the North for their 'barbaric ways' only meant that she would be unlikely to join, an added benefit.
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Selene walked the halls of the Red Keep, familiarizing herself with the layout of the castle. The tension within the capital could be cut with a knife. The nobles in the court were set into two groups, the Stormlanders and the Westerlanders. Though truthfully at the moment Selene had more important things to worry about then the relations between the two kingdoms. There was magic in King's Landing.
She hadn't been able to sense the magic before she was sent to Storm's End, her magical core being too under developed and the ever watchful eyes of the queen, the mockingbird and the spider prevented her from practicing her magic in the capital in order to become stronger. But near five years in Storm's End, without countless spies following her every move, and Selene had been free to practice and focus her magic.
Without a wand, or any type of focus, channeling magic was much harder, though not as hard as it should have been, considering her attempts at learning wandless magic in her last life. Selene theorised, and it was only a theory since she had no way of proving it, that the mark of the Hallows on the back of her hand, provided some sort of pathway for her magic, making it easier and far less exhausting to call upon. This was proven by the fact that despite being right handed she found it easier to channel her magic with her left hand.
In theory this should mean that she shouldn't require a wand, but in reality it was far from true. Wands didn't just allow you to better access your magical core, they also had their own internal magic that bonded to your own magic, and added it's own strength to yours, making you much more powerful, and that was the reason why very few wands worked properly for anyone but their true owner. That was why so few wizards bothered mastering wandless magic, not only did it take years, or even decades to master but you were far more powerful with a wand then you could ever be without one.
Without a wand, and even with the mark of the Hallows on her left hand, magic was dangerous. Spells left you weakened, in fact Selene had even fallen unconscious a few times when she had done a few particularly powerful spells. And if Selene attempted a spell too powerful before she was ready, it was possible that the result could very well be her death.
However not all forms of magic was potentially life threatening, such as how she was trying to locate the magic within the Red Keep. It involved using your magic to expand your senses and to sense everything around you. For a lack of a better explanation it was a lot like the Force from the Star Wars movies in her last life, though significantly harder to achieve then what the movies made it seem.
Selene followed the magic until she was deep within the lower levels of the Red Keep, near the Black Cells. Following the source of magic Selene walked through a clearly unused corridor by the signs of cobwebs and spiders. Selene didn't need a torch, her training under Jaqen had taught her to adapt to all situations and adapting to darkness was one of the first lesson. It didn't take long for Selene to realise that she was within the infamous secret passages of the Red Keep.
'Huh, I thought that they would have been better hidden,' She thought with a little surprise. It hadn't exactly been difficult to find the secret passages, which lead to her wondering who else was aware of them. Varys was bound to be aware of them, he'd be pretty shit spymaster if he wasn't, but who else? It was certainly something to find out about, if she could find these passages then so could others.
The pull of the magic was much stronger in the passageways, and it allowed Selene a better opportunity to study it. The magic in nature was very strange, and old. Not as old as the magic that existed in foundations of Storm's End, that type of magic was ancient and completely alien to what she knew of as magic. The magic beneath the capital however was more elemental in nature then anything.
It did not take a genius to realise that the magic had obviously been done by a Targaryen. It was obvious that the Targaryens had clearly wielded some form of magic, after all the Targaryens, and the other forty dragonlord families of old Valyria had been able to do what to what wizards from her world had been trying and failing to do for centuries, tame and control dragons. Though the dragons that used to live in this world were clearly a very different bread from the dragons that had existed in her own, if the dragon skulls within the dungeons was any indication.
The Hungarian Horntail was one of the largest dragon breads in her world, and yet the skull of Belarion the Dread was at least three times the size of the skull of the Horntail she had faced when she was fourteen.
Selene continued her walk through the passageway, following the trail of magic, until it led her to the end of the passageway, with a wall blocking her path. "This is it." She muttered out loud as she studied the wall, particularly the magic on it. The magic was weak and frail, nowhere near as powerful as it once was. But despite it's almost foreign nature to it, she recognised it for what it was. Blood Wards.
Selene was something of an expert on Blood Wards, and despite having little to no knowledge on Valyrian magic she could easily recognise it for what it was. Blood Wards demanded payment for entry, and usually only allowed a member of the bloodline of the one who cast the spell.
Taking her knife from its sheath she cut open her palm and placed it one the wall. House Baratheon was a cadet branch of House Targaryen, not to mention her great grandmother was a Targaryen, so she should be able to gain access. Also due to their weakened state, even if the magic denied her it shouldn't be powerful enough to cause her any harm. Hopefully.
A slow rumbling sound filled the area as she wall slowly shifted backwards and opened up.
Slowly moving forward Selene entered the chamber, and when she did the wall slammed shut behind her, cutting off what little light that there had been within the underground passageways. Selene could normally see very well in the dark but in this pitch blackness she couldn't see a thing. Raising her left hand she cast a spell. "Lumos." She muttered and a small white light appeared in the palm of her left hand.
The light it provided wasn't very strong or bright, but it allowed her to see what was around her. One thing that she noticed was that it wasn't as dusty or messy as it should have been, for starters it was also organised. Though it was clear that no one had been within the chamber for many years, it was obvious that someone had clearly been within the room, maybe around a decade ago, a few years longer.
The chamber itself wasn't very large, probably around fifteen by fifteen feet. There wasn't much in terms of gold, she could see three small open chests that were filled with gold, but it wasn't a massive amount. The dozens of stacks of scrolls and old books that littered the floor she imagined were far more valuable. There was a small desk against the back wall and Selene walked towards, finding it covered with parchments. Selene was about to turn back when she noticed that on one of the parchments was the mark of the Hallows.
Sitting on the dust covered silk chair next to the desk Selene picked up the piece of parchment. "I was furious when I learnt that Lyanna was pregnant with Baratheon's seed. I was tempted to force her to take moon tea, but she was too far along the pregnancy, moon tea would have left her damaged." Selene felt her hands clench in anger and her face turn into an ugly frown as she realised that Rhaegar Targaryen had written this.
'Calm yourself down,' Selene scolded herself, 'He's dead and will stay that way'. Pushing down her anger, no easy task as she possessed written proof that Rhaegar wanted to have her aborted, although she didn't understand why her mother's health was of any concern to Rhaegar at all.
"But I decided to let Lyanna keep her child, if she gave birth to a son, then the child would be the Heir to Storm's End and will be raised alongside my son, an Orys Baratheon to the three heads. After all the Baratheons had been strong allies to my dynasty before Robert Baratheon broke faith with House Targaryen."
'Broke faith. BROKE FAITH,' She thought enraged as she resisted the urge to slam her fists onto the table in anger. 'That bastard kidnaps my mother, while his father burns my grandfather alive, and forces to my uncle to watch, yet WE broke faith with those sister fucking inbreds'. Counting down from ten Selene forcibly calmed herself down before she continued reading.
"But when I saw the mark on the back of her hand, I knew that the girl would be far more valuable then I had thought. I remember seeing the mark within several of the old scrolls that my family was able to salvage from Valyria before the Doom, a sign of the Gods and of great power. I had intended for Aegon to marry his sisters, as Aegon the First did, yet now I believe it more beneficial for my son to marry this girl, Selene Baratheon, and her offspring will restore the magic of house Targaryen, or else..." That was all that was written on the parchment.
Selene felt sick about the way that Rhaegar wrote about her, in fact she actually swallowed because she felt some bile forcing its way up her throat, as her mind teamed with possibilities of what could have possibly happened to her if Rhaegar had won the battle of the Trident. What if she had been born without her magic, or the mark of the Hallows? Would he have slit her throat, declaring that she was worthless to him? With all the atrocities committed by his family she wouldn't put it past him.
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Selene walked up to her chambers in the Red Keep, the same one she had five years ago, though she had made some changes to it, for starters there were now two large tapestries in the room, each representing her Baratheon and Stark heritage, and she had also had the servants put a desk in her office, she needed to work after all. Selene sat down at her desk, a cup of Arbor gold in her hand. If there was one similarity between her and her father it was there love of wine, though unlike her father Selene made sure to pace herself. She had no intention of developing a bear belly. Though after everything she had read within that hidden room she needed a good drink, though she didn't have time to binge herself at the moment.
Selene sipped the wine as she looked over the reports, as well as a deteailed map of the Stormlands, waiting for her uncles to turn up, and so the three of them could work on further strengthening the Stormlands. Her uncle Stannis' knowledge of warfare was more then capable of adding to the defenses of the Stormlands, and her uncle Renly, though not a warrior or a politician was good at securing alliances and he was also very popular. His friendship with Loras Tyrell could also be a benefit. The Tyrells were a very powerful and wealthy family.
Selene had nothing against her uncle's preferences, in fact she was more then slightly experimental herself, though the two of them could be more subtle about it. Half the realm was aware of their relationship. Still, their feelings for each other were genuine and neither cared what everyone thought of them so it didn't really matter in the end.
Both her uncles arrived at the same time, but when they both took their seats opposite her they slowly pushed the chairs back in order to inch away from the other. Their behavior wasn't anything unusual to Selene, neither of her uncles liked each other due to their polar opposite personalities. "Why did you want to see us Selene?" Stannis asked in a tone that could almost be considered rude but for her uncle it was practically the only way he spoke. In fact the only times that Selene had seen her uncle Stannis speak in what could be considered a warm and feeling tone of voice was when he was with his daughter, her cousin Shireen.
"I'll be blunt uncles, I'm of the belief that the Stormlands isn't achieving its full economic potential, and I wish to fix that." She stated getting straight to the point, Selene never had any patients for politics, preferring blunt and hard truths, and she valued those who did the same. If Dumbledore had more like that then who knows how much more successful the war could have gone, or how more equipped she would have been to stop Voldemort.
"You've already increased the revenues of the Stormlands, and made the land far more self sustaining." Stannis stated and she accepted the compliment with a nod of gratitude.
"True but there are ways in order to further increase it's success." She told them taking a sip from the wine as she pointed at two areas on the map.
"The Kingswood and the Rainwood." Stannis observed. "Taking advantage of these forests would benefit the Stormlands."
"But there's one problem," Her uncle Renly began as he assessed the prolems, "the Kingswood, while part of the Stormlands belongs to the crown. And while we could convince Robert to hand over all rights of it, it doesn't change the fact that many bandits exist within those woods, and clearing the bandits would be costly in both men and money."
"They're should have been dealt with long ago, by you of all people since you are Lord of Storm's End." Stannis snarked at Renly while Selene resisted the urge the rub her eyes in annoyance. 'Please not this argument again,' She prayed to whatever gods were out there. Yes Stannis should have been Lord of Storm's End but he wasn't, it was high time that he got over it.
"While you are right Renly, Stannis does have a point and it's high time that these bandits were dealt with." Selene spoke, taking both sides and hopefully bringing her uncles back to the matter at hand. "But there's also another way of strengthening the Storlands, and that's increasing it's population." She added.
"There are thousands of people in King's Landing especially within Flee Bottom, who live in appalling conditions, they shouldn't be hard to convince." Stannis stated, and it was something that she had considered as well.
"But most of them lack a beneficial trade, and while it shouldn't be hard to teach them farming, even if we add fifty thousand farmers to the Stormlands we would never be able to contest with the Reach."
"We need shipbuilders, smithies, architects and the like." Renly stated in concentration. "People always go where there's work and so we can send out word about there being well payed jobs in the Stormlands. It should attract people from the more populous regions of Westeros."
Three cups of wine later, and dozens of different plans to enhance the Stormlands and her uncles bid their goodbyes to her, or Renly did, Stannis howevered at the door, waiting to say something. "Tell me Selene." It was not a request but a demand and she nodded to him to continue.
"Economic enhancement is often a method of preparing for war." He said to her, expecting an explanation. It was a question that she had been suspecting and she was a tad surprised that Stannis had waited until Renly was gone before questioning her.
"It is." She answered. Stannis sense of duty and justice was a rarity and she wanted his support.
"And are you planning to go to war?" Stannis questioned accusingly. He may be a skilled soldier bu just because he was good at war didn't mean he reveled in it like Robert did.
"Tell me uncle, do you know how many wars have been fought in the last century?" She asked him. Stannis was confused by the question and simply gestured for her to continue his explanation. "There have been eight large scale conflicts in the last century, and thrice that many smaller scale conflicts. Confrontation is unfortunately human nature uncle. I have no desire for war, it brings nothing but ruin and death, but that doesn't mean I don't want to prepare for that eventuality." She told him as he nodded once in acceptance of her explanation.
"So defending the Stormlands..."
"How long before the Martells get tired of peace and decide to fuck us up the ass and invade the Marches?" If her father had handed the Mountain and Lorch to the Martells then they would have been content, if unhappy, with a Baratheon sitting on the Iron Throne, but his refusal to punish them meant that the Martells wouldn't rest until the Baratheons had been kicked off the Iron Throne.
Selene had actually visited Sunspear nearly a year ago to discuss trade between their Kingdoms, and while Doran and Oberyn didn't actively despise her, they certainly had been very cool with her and she had got the message that the Baratheons weren't wanted in Dorne, and she had left before an angry Dornishmen decided to take things into their own hands.
"Indeed, and much like the Riverlands, the Stormlands are surrounded by rival kingdoms, who all possess some form of advantage over us. The Martells have their deserts and natural defenses while the Tyrells have the numbers." Stannis stated.
"Hope for the best but prepare for the worst is my motto uncle." Selene said as she finished what was her fourth cup of Arbor gold, leaving a pleasant taste in her mouth.
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Selene headed towards the training grounds of the Red Keep, Brienne following a few steps behind her. "So what do you think of the capital after two weeks?" She asked her sworn shield.
"It still stinks of shit." Brienne replied wrinkling her nose in disgust.
"Ha, don't worry you get used to it." Selene told her.
"You said that when we got here." Brienne replied. Honestly the heiress of Tarth didn't understand how this, the capital of the Seven Kingdoms, was probably the most deplorable region in Westeros. How the half a million people who lived in the city could tolerate the smell she would never know.
"Oh, hush Brienne," Selene said with a smile on her face. "You don't hear me complaining about King's Landing." Brienne held back a scoff at that, Selene always complained about King's Landing.
The two of them continued to the training grounds, making idle small talk along the way. When the two of them arrived to the training grounds they found that it was already filled with various knights and gold cloaks. Seeing them there, Ser Davon Lefford, a cousin of the main branch that ruled the Golden Tooth, and was possibly the second richest house in the Westerlands after the Lannisters.
"Can I help you two, Princess?" The man asked, more polite then the average Westerlander, though his posture held the same 'better then you' arrogance that was common within the nobles from the Westerlands.
"Yes, we're here to train." Selene told him in a charming voice.
"Train?" The man questioned as he looked them both up and down with a condescending gaze as he stared at their armoured forms with swords at their sides.
"Yes, to train." She answered him as she and Brienne walked straight past him into a portion of the training grounds where no one was occupying. Though she was stronger then she looked, Selene couldn't match Brienne in terms of raw strength and therefore needed to rely on her speed and stamina in order to defeat her. As a result she decided to forgo her traditional armour and instead wore the boiled leather armour that was common in the North. "To first blood?" She challenged as she drew her shortsword and Brienne drew her longsword.
"To first blood." She answered back.
Selene looked directly into Brienne's eyes. The eyes was key to combat, they twitched, glanced and shifted, all indicating when an opponent was going to strike at you. Brienne made the first move, lunging forward with her sword, which she was easily able to parry as she then launched her own attack which Brienne blocked. Selene feigned right, and then striked at the left but Brienne still blocked the blow and swing her left fist in her direction, which she was only just able to dodge in time.
The spar between the two of them continued on like that for some time, with Brienne striking blows at her, and Selene dodging them. Selene hed a few bruises on her from where she was forced to dive on the floor to dodge Brienne's strikes, not to mention when Brienne had managed to get an opening and kicked her in the stomach, sending her to the floor. That was what Selene liked about Brienne, she went all out in training and wasn't afraid to hit her just because she was a princess.
But even Brienne's immense strength wasn't able to keep up with her heavy armour and longsword and Selene was about to notice the way Brienne's moves became more sluggish, and she stopped attacking as often. Capitalising on Brienne's tiredness she immediatly went onto the offensive, launching blow and blow onto the large woman. Seeing an opportunity she placed her sword at Brienne's throat.
"Dead." She said with a large smile.
Brienne just laughed in response as the two of them walked over to a nearby bench, a bucket of water next to it. Not caring that people were watching her, Selene dunked her head into the water, the cold liquid refreshing her and cooling her down. "That was refreshing." She said as sh sat next to Brienne on the bench. She simply let out another small laugh.
The two of them merely sat their for a while, gathering their strength before Selene caught sight of someone that she did not under any circumstances want to speak to, and he was walking straight towards her, the Hound following his footsteps. Her younger brother Joffrey, though the fact that she actually shared the same blood as that vicious cunt sickened her.
"Well, well, well, Hound," Joffrey drawled in an attempt to attract attention. "An ugly beast and a stupid woman who fancies herself a warrior." Joffrey insulted before his face turned into an expression of confusion. "Though I can't tell which is which." Brienne didn't even bat an eye at the insult, she'd heard far worse said about her and she couldn't care less what the pampered little shit thought of her.
Selene clapped her hands in an antagonistically slow and sarcastic voice. "Well done Joffrey," She spoke in a tone of voice so brightly that not even Joffrey, thick little shit that he was, could mistake it for anything other then sarcasm. "Did it take you the entire two weeks that I've been in the capital to come up with that insult?" Chuckles filled the training area and Selene even saw the Hound choke on what may have been a small laugh.
Joffrey's face turned a very interesting shade of red at that, not helped at all by the various knights around that were mocking him. HIM, the Crown Prince and future King of the Seven Kingdoms, he would have their heads put on spikes for their insolence. Putting his hand on the hilt of his sword, he drew it a few inches out of its sheath. "Do you like it Selene? Lion's Tooth I named it, and I'm very curious about what the blood of a spawn between a stag and a Northern slut looks like."
Joffrey had an insidious grin on his face and not for the first time Selene wondered how the fuck Joffrey was as twisted as the way he was, it wasn't natural. Not showing an ounce of emotion as she stood up from the bench, not even bothering to pick up her sword from off the floor.
Joffrey twitched slightly as he saw the way that Selene was looking at him, it unnerved him. The look was so cold that he actually felt his blood freeze. He was tempted to run and find his mother, but remembered the presence of his Dog at his side.
"I certainly hope the rumours about you bullying our brother Tommen are false Joffrey, because if they aren't," Selene's smile became completely shark like as she showed all her teeth, much like a wolf that had caught its prey, "Well I would so hate to repeat what I did to you after I saw you with Myrcella." That wasn't true, she would love to beet the shit out of him again.
"If I tell my dog to cut you in half he'll do it without question." Joffrey threatened, regaining his arrogance.
SLAP. Everyone present, who had been watching the exchange between the half siblings in silence broke into whispers as they saw the princess slap the Crown Prince in the face. Although she didn't realise it, in that moment Selene became the envy of many people who had long wanted to slap the Crown Prince but couldn't do so without losing a hand.
Selene flexed her fingers, slapping Joffrey had been far more pleasurable then she had thought it would be. Though she kept her eyes on Sandor Clegane and the fact that he didn't so much as twitch a muscle as she hit Joffrey proved a theory of hers. Sandor did not obey the orders of Joffrey or even Cersei, but like his brother Gregor he answered only to Tywin Lannister.
"Say something as stupid as that again and I will slap you again." Selene told him.
"I'm telling mother." 'Well I'm not one to look a gift horse in the mouth,' She thought as she then slapped him again.
"Get out of here." She snapped at him, and picking himself up off the floor Joffrey ran for it as fast as his legs could carry him, Sandor reluctantly following him. "That was good." She told Brienne.
"Not good, brilliant." Brienne corrected. "I swear he looked like he was going to piss himself." And the two of them shared a laugh at her brother's expense.
End of chapter 1. Please review.
Guest: Selene isn't aware of what happened at the Tower of Joy, she was less then a year old and can barely remember it. As far as she knows Jon is merely her bastard cousin, not her half brother.
917brat: The incident between Joffrey and Selene will be revealed in the next chapter in a Mycrella POV.