Anastasia stared into the darkness, the confrontation in the throne room was a blur Anastasia felt as though she wasn't even there, and she was separate from her body watching as they fought the Lannisters. It was going well until the gold cloaks turned on them. It wasn't a surprise when they tossed her and Ned down in the dungeons. There was darkness all around them; Anastasia could barely make out the shape that was Eddard Stark.

It was dark and there were leaks but it beat being stuck in the presence of Cersei and her little brat. Ned started to stir as Anastasia thought to herself he'd passed out as they brought them down here, his leg was still giving him worries. She heard the chains as he moved around confused. "Ned sit down we're going to be here for a while, best to just and sleep until they drag us away."

"Anastasia where are we? Where are my daughters?"

"We're in the dungeons, as far as I know your daughters aren't hurt."

"Why are we here?"

"We are in here because you and I are being accused of treason and trying to usurp Joffery's throne by spreading malicious lies as to the origins of his birth as well as attempting to seize the throne by force."

They sat in silence for a time before Ned drifted back into the realms of sleep Anastasia wept silently in the dark, looking only at her chained feet and the rocky ground on which she sat, while Lord Stark slept, she missed her father. "You really mean it don't you?"

Anastasia looked up; her vision was blurred by the tears still in her eyes, to see Ned sitting stiffer then when he slept. "I'm sorry my Lord did I wake you?"

"A shadow could wake me in these cells. The tears you shed in front of Cersei and the king's guard were not false." He stated.

"No I spent most of the night crying as I sang to my father. I didn't stop clutching his hand until a time after he was gone and the heat of him started to fade. My father was an average king, he was neither cruel nor especially kind, and I think I'll be the only one who weeps for him."

"Robert was my good friend and I know he loved all his children even if they're not his, they'll weep for him."

"No they won't Cersei put as much distance between those children and my father as possible she didn't want them to learn any of his habbits, to think he had fourteen children, seventeen if you include his 'trueborns' and only I will even miss him. Robert was more my father then any of them and now they'll say that I betrayed him."

Another day passed before Anastasia was able to speak to Ned again; there was something she needed to say before they both died. "Lord Stark, I need to beg you for forgiveness."

"Have you wronged me?"

"No but my family has, I know what is like to lose a brother and a sister and now a father. I even know what it is like to lose a child and a mother and I would never wish any of these things on someone like you and yet my family took your brother and your sister and your father."

"The Baratheon's never wronged me in such a way." He was confused by all the things she said.

"It is not my father's side that I mean to seek forgiveness for, it is my mother's." Ned looked around in shock as if he could not believe what his ears were telling him. "I wish to put the bad blood behind us that our families shared. I wish to beg your forgiveness for the atrocities they have dealt your family with all their blood and fire."

"Did Robert ever know?"

"No, my father was unaware until the very end that I am blood of the dragon. There was a time where I was going to tell him a secret can't be used against you once it is known. I started off slowly but as soon as the name Targaryen passed my lips he flew into a rage claiming he'd hunt them all down and kill them all, even the children I asked him and he told me them especially since they would rise against him in his old age when he couldn't defend himself. When I leant over his body I wanted to whisper my truth in his ear but I couldn't bring myself to even in death I thought his rage would not subside."

"I forgive your family, I never held your line at fault merely those who committed the crimes, I hated Ayres and Rheagar, I don't hate you. But how is it possible that a Targaryen was in the city all this time and nobody gave you up."

"Because we keep our cards very close to our chest and lived in fear every day that we would be discovered, my mother was terrified after she told me that I would let the secret out, she said she couldn't bare it if she had to know her children had met the same fate as Rheagar's, she said that I should rule the seven kingdoms with the blood of both old and new king running through my veins, though I thank you Lord Stark for your forgiveness you did what my father never could." She dipped her head. "Lord Stark it won't be long before they come to collect us for the execution, I've made arrangements for us to safely take from the city." Anastasia leaned as close as she could and whispered a softly as possible what would happen when they were taken to their fates.