We'll Never be Royals

By the way, the song Irri is singing is an Armenian children's song called Sun, Sun, Please Swim Out. (Arev՜, arev՜, durs logha) If the Armenian isn't accurate I'm v sorry, I don't speak the language myself and I resorted to Google Translate smh.

Sansa

Dad still hadn't come home, but Varys had called the house saying that he was fine. As much as Dickless creeped her out, she wasn't about to say he was a liar. Mom had called Jory Cassel to take them to school, and everything seemed okay. Jory was pretty sturdy.

Dr Pycelle had been rambling about tidal energy for about half an hour, he kept going off on tangents about Communism and his time in 'Nam. Sansa could almost hear the copious eye rolls around the room. Just behind her, Kyra groaned and hit the deck like she'd been knocked out, a collective titter sounded around the room. Pycelle narrowed his eyes and beat on the blackboard with a meter stick,

"Now you adolescents really must pay attention-I'M TALKING TO YOU, MISS SNOW!"

"I'm up!" Kyra barked, climbing back into her seat, a hushed laugh sounded around the class again and Kyra saluted. Pycelle just glared at her.

Pycelle muttered something to himself about 'the Twerk generation' and started writing on the board again. It was then that the announcement came on,

"Attention students, attention. This is your vice-principal, Cersei Lena Lannister speaking to you-"

No, this was wrong... Dad was the vice principal, what was she doing?

"Weirwood Heights Collegiate Institute is entering the dawn of a new era, an era of accomplishment and pride. Under Principal Joffrey Baratheon's leadership-"

No, absolutely not. Sansa knew then that something was very wrong.

"...Some sacrifices must be made, but you are the future." Cersei announced, "And I know that as the golden light rises on Westeros Acres, we will shine brighter than ever before, and each sacrifice made in order to move forward will not be in vain, but will fuel the fires that burn inside each and every one of you!"

That was when they heard the gunshots.

The first one seemed far away, and the second was so close it shook them. Pycelle jumped a foot in the air, Irri screamed and Edric jumped forward to slap his hand over her mouth.

No, no, this can't be happening, Joffrey wouldn't do this. He can't do this, he just can't.

Sansa felt as if she was about to vomit, her hands began to sweat brutally.

"Everyone, get under your tables." Pycelle barked, no-one stirred, they were petrified, "NOW!"

Sansa scrambled under the table, along with Jeyne Poole and Mya Stone.

"Oh my God... No, no no no no..." Jeyne peeped, hands over her eyes.

"Shut the fuck up." Sansa snapped, voice cracking. "If you make noise, they'll come in here."

"My dad's out there... he's just a janitor... oh God, why..."

There was another shot and a strangled yelp, Jeyne whimpered and buried her face in Sansa's shoulder. Mya was praying a few feet away.

Oh no, Robb and Theon are out there, Jon was still away but... they're probably going after Dany or one of us... What did we do?

Sansa closed her eyes and tried to think of Joffrey, but his blonde hair and green eyes kept morphing into his mother and her knowing smirk, her green eyes with those little streaks of gold, her pointed eye-teeth...

The room was so silent it seemed to spin, the only noises were Jeyne's shuddering breaths and Irri singing to herself in Armenian, her hushed voice almost non-existent.

"Arev՜, arev՜, durs logha, jermats'ru u shogha, Vor ashkharhum voch' mi shunch', Ch'mrsi u ch'dogha, Arevn yelav, yelav durs. Voske tsamer t'ap'yets' durs."

Kyra burst into violent tears, "Oh God, Theon, you can't FUCKING DIE!" she screamed, "PICK UP YOUR FUCKING PHONE YOU ASSHOLE!" Irri covered her ears and began to sing louder,

"Ghoghats'voghin, mrsoghin, Shoghern ir՝ shal voskehyus- I'm gonna die..."

Another shot sounded, Kyra started to sob louder, Sansa heard a slap, Trystane Martell had slapped her in the face. Oh God, they would kill each other in here before the shooters found them.

"NO, YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND, I HAVE FIVE DAUGHTERS-" a man's voice pleaded, followed by a gunshot and the sound of a body hitting linoleum. Jeyne squeaked and Sansa felt her relax, she had passed out.

"...get the girl..." Sansa could make out from outside the door, "...Cersei... big money for us... her father... bitchy little sister ran away... brothers..."

Sansa broke into a cold sweat, every eye in the classroom was staring at her.

"...that Cassel kid... right through the face... like a watermelon..." the men began to laugh. That's when Sansa heard the horrible noise of the doorknob turning. Pycelle had locked it... hadn't he?

The door swung open nice and easily. Pycelle said nothing.

And then they were upon her.

Daenerys

Her shoes beat at the concrete with an astounding velocity, her stomach churned and her head spun. Red leaves scattered away from her on the sidewalk as she ran by, throat raw, breathing heavy...

She remembered the huge man who had grabbed her by the wrist, dragging her out of Math. Mr Lannister just stood there, looking somewhat guilty, Dany remembered him mumbling something about 'doing this for the greater good' as he shut the door and Jhiqui leapt at the small square window, beating the glass with her fists and screaming. He had a gun in his hand, and a syringe, Dany remembered seeing him hit the ground as the shot began to take effect, and Mr Mormont standing over her, telling her to run home. He had picked her up and thrown her onto a sidestreet near the school, and told her not to look back or close her eyes, to just run as fast as she could.

She was past Rakharo's house, she knew that. The cold had started to wake her up a little, but she was still so dizzy... Sprinting down an alleyway, she found herself on the front step of her house... she couldn't find her key... where was it...

She fell into the foyer as Doreah opened the door, eliciting a choked gasp,

"Dany, what happened? Talk to me!"

Dany felt a sob rush through her body, she jumped up and began to vomit rigorously into the kitchen sink. "Oh God..."

"What in the hell happened? Did you get attacked, you're bleeding!"

"They're killing everyone... They shot this janitor and they tried to drug me..." Dany retched again, Doreah gathered her hair back as her intestines contracted roughly once more.

"Who's killing everyone?!" Doreah half-cried.

"...Lannisters..." Dany leaned back, her vision slightly blurred at this point, Doreah began to shake her,

"Stay awake, for the love of God. Where's everyone else?"

"Drogo and Rakharo were skipping... But I saw Jhiqui in Math and Irri is in Science with Sansa..."

"I'm calling Poison Control, you've been drugged. Call Drogo, if he doesn't pick up, call Rakharo, if neither of them pick up I'll call Bharbo and Adelina."

"Don't..." Dany whispered.

"Hold on, I'm calling. Just get on the phone with one of them."

The door suddenly swung open, Dany almost puked again and fell back against the wall. Drogo and Rakharo were standing in the doorway.

"We saw you run past the house, then Jhiqui texted us saying someone tried to fuck with-" he paused, "Oh God."

Dany started to sob into his shoulder, "The whole school is dying..."

Drogo turned to Doreah, who was already on the phone with the paramedics.

"Hi, my sister was drugged... she's 14-."

"Who did this?"

"I don't know... they had Casterly Incorporated uniforms on. Irri and Jhiqui are still at the school but it was me they wanted. It was me..."

A look of intense loathing came over Drogo's face. "Okay. Alright, Rakharo, go start the car."

"I have to wait for the ambulance." Dany pleaded.

"You stay here, I have to go see some people."

"but..."

"I'll call you later. They won't fuck with you again, I promise."

He kissed her and left. Dany collapsed to her knees.

"He's going to get himself killed." she whispered. Doreah smiled a little,

"Hold on, Dany. The ambulance is coming."

Cersei

The wreckage of the school hallways resembled something out of a horror movie.

I will not cringe for them. Cersei thought to herself. Those vicious idiots led a fucking shooting. I told them, get the girls but they didn't fucking listen. Only one person had to die today, and now she's loose somewhere in town. This is going to get us shut down for sure, I'll have Varys and Littlefinger hush it all up before the news people get involved.

Janos Slynt came up to her, a smug look on his face. "It's done, we got her."

Cersei felt anger bubbling up inside her, she smacked him hard across the face. Her ring made a gash on his face and her palm began to sting and turn red.

"You dumb fuck. You gave away our position! I told you, get Sansa Stark."

"Which I did." he said, holding up a duffle bag, "Don't worry, she's nice and alive. For now, anyways."

"And the Targaryen girl?"

"Clegane tried to get her, but the History teacher took him out and she escaped."

"She was the only one who was supposed to die, and we were going to call that Kashishian slut and say she shot herself. Where is he, where's Clegane?"

"You can't hide a Mountain, he'll turn up soon enough." Janos dropped the bag, hard enough to wake Sansa, Cersei gave him another slap.

"The fact that my husband hired you really does say something about who should be running the board."

"People got underfoot. Generally people don't tend to like seeing young girls get taken."

"Janos, you're a big man. If Jorah fucking Mormont can knock the Mountain out or at least stun him long enough for that little girl to slip through his fingers, you can certainly subdue a janitor."

"Vayon Poole was outside the Science room, he wasn't going to come quietly."

"He has five girls." Cersei almost felt bad, "One of which was in that class. I'll have Baelish inform the mother but that doesn't excuse you. Who shot the Cassel boy?"

"I'm not sure exactly, one of the guys your brother sent out."

"Daenerys was in Jaime's class today, I should have had him deal with her."

"Lorch almost got her as she was coming in today. He could have dealt with her the way he dealt with her little niece all those years ago." Slynt laughed.

"What Amory Lorch did was disgusting."

"This is why politics is no place for women."

Cersei felt her face turn hot, she nailed him in the crotch with her knee and picked up Sansa's incapacitated body. "We're going to be putting her father on trial tomorrow. I expect you to be there. I'm excited to see the motherfucker get at least five years."

"Can't wait for it. The boy will do something good, I can tell. He always does."

Cersei stalked away, back into the office. Dragging Sansa Stark behind her.