We'll Never be Royals
Catelyn
Bran had fallen asleep a few feet away, it was past his bedtime, so she should be happy he was out like a light. Night-shift doctors and nurses drifted around the hospital. Dr Lemore's iPod dock was softly murmuring her ironic 50s music, constant, grating, never stopping no matter how hard Catelyn tried to block it out.
It's summertime, summertime, sum-sum-summerime
Summertime, summertime, sum-sum-summertime
She just wanted to see the kids and her husband again, she even missed the dogs. She was counting down the hours, she felt motivated to keep herself awake.
Summertime, summertime, sum-sum-summertime
It's summertime, summertime, sum-sum-summerime
Bran stirred quietly. Catelyn stared at him more intently, he was the only child she had right now. Within her reach. It reminded her of his accident, when she'd stayed awake next to him for hours and hours on end. He was so cute, he and Arya were the only kids she knew who could sleep sitting up straight. Catelyn found herself laying across the waiting room chairs.
Catelyn didn't tend to like thinking about the apocalypse, but this is how she imagined it. In her mind anyway.
Daenerys
Her phone vibrated again, this was honestly the last straw.
why do u care so much about the school board anyway Drogo had texted.
just trust me on this one
its not like we can just waltz in and say we want to own the board we're all under 18
so is joffrey
joffreys mom's dad is a judge who owns a literal gold mine, if we do anything against them we're fucked
k they're giving the starks shit now, like, i watched a lunchlady get shot
shit
exactly
if they ever do anything to you maybe ill think about it but until then yall can fuck right off
love u too
Dany tossed her phone aside, they'd be arguing about this back and forth all morning.
The Khatchadourian family had decided amongst themselves to not get involved with anything that could potentially put their family's money or safety in danger, a smart idea, but then again not a lot of people were coming up with smart ideas these days.
Doreah was busy with her sisters, shopping or whatever the fuck Kashishian girls did.
Dany was scared for Sansa's family, after what had happened at the school it was evident that something was very wrong. Viserys had told her it had been the same when their family went out of power, and now it was only a matter of time before something bad happened, really bad. She'd heard rumours from Irri and Jhiqui that Jhaqo had told them about some things going on in the city, the words 'Greek mafia' and 'calamari uprising' had been thrown around, apparently Theon's dad had been trying to stir up shit and it didn't look good.
Dany got dressed and left the house, November was already halfway over, winter was coming and it seemed colder than years before. Red leaves covered Pentos Crescent. Dany passed by Mr Mormont's house, there were two cars in the driveway, Probably his wife. Dany thought to herself. She kept walking, down different streets, Highgarden Avenue, King's Road, Direwolf Boulevard... the most pretentious street names she'd ever come across.
She wanted to go to the city, everything seemed so easy there. Not everyone was against you because not everyone knew who you were. It was big enough there to disappear, to not be a Targaryen anymore. Maybe she could change her name, become a stripper and start from the bottom and work her way back to being the next real Targaryen dragon, start the family over, well, minus the inbreeding... She could probably bring Drogo and Irri and Jhiqui, Qotho could stay behind for all she cared, maybe Rakharo could come if he promised to be quiet...
She could publish a book, or an album, lie about her identity, dye her hair brown or black or red or some hair colour that actually occurred outside of her family, the possibilities were endless.
But she was stuck here. Everyone knew who she was and they wouldn't let her forget. Until the day she died she would always be the Mentally Ill Dragonspawn that brought the Targaryen era to a sticky end.