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Chapter Ten: Related by Blood.

Sanira smiled watching Robb from her seat, she had no idea what had possessed her husband to get into the arena but she hoped that he would be careful; they didn't need him getting hurt or even killed fighting. Sanira couldn't imagine Karlon becoming King at such a young age, she would do anything for her sons and she feared that their lives would one day be in danger.

There was no telling what would happen when Daenerys finally came to Westeros, there was no way that the Targaryen would just come here in peace and there was bound to be another war. She had tried not to let this bother her but every moment that she spent with her children just reminded her of how short their lives might become if Daenerys decided that she wanted to destroy the families responsible for the loss of her family throne.

Sat not too far away from Sanira was Selyse who looked rather bored of the fighting that was happening below them; the woman never looked happy and Sanira wondered if she ever smiled. There was never a moment that Selyse spoke to the younger woman that was her equal and Sanira wondered just what the other Queen was thinking sometimes.

Sanira jumped when she heard someone clear their throat next to her, she turned to see Myrcella standing by her side looking rather nervous about approaching her. Raising an eyebrow, Sanira watched as Myrcella carefully sat down in the chair next to her and looked down at her hands; she looked nervous and Sanira wondered why she had approached her.

"I hope that you don't mind if I sit here," Myrcella said quietly, she noticed the look of distain from the woman that she had once called her aunt; she had often thought about what would have happened if Robert Baratheon had been her father. The three women that had taken the thrones of Westeros would have all been linked in some way and Myrcella would admit that it had been an amazing idea for a time.

Sanira took note of the look that Selyse had sent their way and sighed, she could see why Myrcella had left her own seat near the woman that looked at her like she was nothing more than dirt on the ground. The two young women sat quietly as they watched the fighting that was taking place below them and things didn't feel as awkward as either of them had thought it would.

"I'm pregnant," Myrcella whispered not looking towards the other woman, she hadn't told anyone else that she had missed her courses and she feared how anyone else would take that. It was no secret that people didn't like her because of her blood, she was a Lannister and most of them had been executed after the war.

Only Tyrion Lannister had survived the war and that was because he had defected to side with the Starks and Baratheons before it was too late; it had been the main reason that he had been named Lord of Casterly Rock. Sanira turned to look at her surprised that Myrcella had been willing to tell her such a thing, she didn't know what had made Myrcella confess to her in since they weren't close.

"I know people don't like me… I don't like being me sometimes," Myrcella confessed quietly, she felt relieved that she lived in Dorne where the whispers weren't so bad but being back here had shown her just how much people disliked Lannisters. It made her wonder how her uncle and brother handled being here all the time; Tyrion and Tommen never seemed to have too much of a problem when they spoke to her about how their lives were now after the war.

Sanira wasn't sure what to say to her about her little confession, she remembered how nervous she had been when she was told that she was pregnant with Osric; it had been her first pregnancy after what had happened. There had been moments where she had been terrified that she would lose him like she had lost the baby that had been killed when she was stabbed during the Red Wedding.

"I am sure you will be a great mother," Sanira reassured her gently, she wasn't sure what Cersei had been like as a mother but Myrcella was a very different person and was sure to do better. Myrcella peeked over at her husband, she hadn't even told him yet that she was pregnant and she knew that he would be thrilled with the news of them having a baby.

"I fear that I will die… and my child with be cast out," Myrcella fretted quietly, she feared what would become of her child especially as the child would be half-Lannister; she knew that people would hate the child for that reason alone. It was hard and Myrcella feared that things would only be harder for her child because of what happened; there wasn't a day that she didn't curse her parents for what they had done.

Sanira looked at her concerned, she had seen how Myrcella's husband treated her and she doubted that would ever happen; of course, there were people that would never like her for who she was. Even Sanira had that problem sometimes, her mother had been a Lannister and she carried Lannister blood because of that; however, Sanira refused to let that both her now. She had chosen to be a Stark and before that she had been a Tremaine, Sanira didn't care what anyone choose to say about her and the blood that ran through her veins.

"I want to ask you a favour," Myrcella asked quietly, she had no one else that she felt like she could turn to and she wanted to know if she did have any allies. Sanira was her cousin and while they might have been on different sides of the family tree; Myrcella wanted to know if she could trust her to have her back. Sanira raised an eyebrow at her, she hadn't expected this was how their talk would go and she peeked down at the arena where Robb was showing off; she wondered if he had even noticed that she was speaking to Myrcella.

"If anything were to happen to me and my child became some sort of target for those who hate Lannisters… would you defend them?" Myrcella asked quietly, she knew that the baby could be safe in Dorne where who she was wasn't so much of a problem but that didn't mean that the rest of Westeros didn't have a problem with her. There was just no telling what might happen especially now that there was the problem of the Queen Across the Sea; everyone was whispering about it and no one wanted her to come back bringing a war with her.

Daenerys Targaryen had no reason to like any of them, her family had been overthrown during a rebellion led by the Baratheons and the Starks. The Mad King had been stabbed in the back by Jaime Lannister and the Lannister army had been quick to side with the rebellion when it became clear that House Targaryen was losing. Sanira was silent for a moment taking in what Myrcella had said, there was so much happening right now and she knew that they had bigger things to worry about coming their way. It was only a matter of time before they truly had to deal with the threat that Daenerys Targaryen posed and they couldn't avoid what was coming for them.

"Of course… you and your child will always be welcomed in the North," Sanira assured her gently, they had to stick together in times like this and if one ruling family were to fall then they would all be done for. The three Houses had to stand together if they were going to stand against a woman who was determined to take back her family seat.

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