Ahhh breakfast, the start of something very bad and the ending of something very good. Sleep.
When we returned from the hunt we heard of Bran, how he fell from the walls. Apparently he climbed quite a lot. Funny how the boy always climbed but once we arrived he fell.
Lady Cat was hiding tears, Robb and Lord Stark tried to comfort her and see Bran. It only reminded me of how my father was. The complete opposite of happy. And I was about to make it even more unpleasant.
Thoughts like that made it hard to speak during breakfast with the woman I was just about to ruin.
What would happen to Myrcella and Tommen was also on my mind, what if they to were bastards. I knew for a fact that Joffrey was, he looked and acted nothing like Father. How father would react was the dreadful part, how hard would he take it? Would he go so far as to kill my siblings?
"And a mug of beer to wash it down. And bacon burnt black." Uncle Tyrion ordered the servants. With a smile he lifted Tommen closer to me and sat.
Tommen laughed at uncle, Myrcella giggled, it just made my thoughts even more clouded.
"Little brother." Uncle Jaime greeted.
"Beloved siblings." Uncle Tyrion looked at Mother who never seemed pleased to see him.
"Is Bran going to die?" Myrcella asked, a question I asked myself.
"Apparently not." Uncle mused, biting into bacon.
I turned my head to Uncle, a bit surprised.
"What do you mean?" Mother asked, did she even try to hide her emotions?
"The maester says the boy may live." He replied.
"It's no mercy letting a child linger in such pain." I wanted to argue with that comment and many others but I held my own tongue.
However, it then crossed my mind, why's she was so inquisitive over the subject, she normally wouldn't care one way or the other unless it affected her.
"Only the gods know for certain. All the rest of us can do is pray. The charms on the North seem entirely lost on you." Tyrion said, taking mother's food.
"I still can't believe you're going. It's ridiculous even for you." She inquired.
"Where's your sense of wonder? The greatest structure ever built and the intrepid men of the Nights Watch, the wintery abode of White Walkers." He said towards Tommen making him laugh.
"Tell me you're not thinking of taking the black." Uncle Jaime scoffed.
"And go celibate? The whores would go begging from Dorne to Casterlyrock. No I just want to stand on top of the wall and piss of the edge of the world." I shook my head with a small smirk, and a giggle from Tommen. Little brother probably didn't even know what that meant.
"The children don't need to hear your filth." And with that mother and my siblings went back to their chambers.
I wanted to spend more time with them but that meant spending more time with mother too, as if she was protecting them all the time.
"Even if the boy lives he'd be a cripple or a grotesque. Give me a good clean death any day." Uncle Jaime said, taking a drink.
"What in seven hells does that mean?" I scoffed, turned my head toward Uncle Jaime. He looked as if he just said something wrong, which he did and definitely to the wrong person.
"Speaking for the grotesques, I have to disagree. Death is so final where as life is full of possibilities. If the boy does wake I'll be very interested to what the boy has to say."
"My dear brother, at times you make me wonder who's side you're on." Uncle Jaime whispered, looking both of us in the eye.
"My dear brother, you wound me. You know how much I love my family." Uncle Tyrion said, keeping his face to his food.
Meanwhile I was drinking my troubles away, why? The beer was there.
"Rohanne." Uncle Jaime said. "You're a Lannister before you are a Stark. Remember that." He gave a head tilt as if that was the lesson of the day.
"I remember plenty." I hushed under my cup making his head snap in my direction.
"Niece, Brother please, let's enjoy our breakfast. I don't want to get indigestion." Uncle Tyrion said, eating away.
I huffed and walked away to where I could think. It was to evident. I still remember every last time I caught mother with Uncle Jaime. Twice, once when I was ten and again a week ago.
Going to mother's chambers as a ten year old I didn't think twice of knocking, I heard noises and a shadow. I didn't know much but I knew that wasn't normal and that wasn't father, I quietly left before anyone knew I was there. And the most recent time was during our travels, Uncle Jaime got careless and I over heard them speaking. Using words like "our children" those few years of their time spent together made perfect sense and left me disgusted.
Once father told me I was to be heir I knew that it wouldn't happen without a fight, if he died the first person to undermine me after his death would be Uncle Stannis or Mother. She mostly would think she could control beloved Joffrey.
If I was to be queen I had to be patient and clever about it, going headfirst into anything never helped anyone. I needed Joffrey out of the picture and what better way than to prove he was a bastard?
The only danger was what Father would do to Myrcella and Tommen. Would he really just take my word for it? What would he do with Mother? I hissed under my breath, as I wondered Winterfell.
Without knowing it I stood on the battlements, overlooking the North. I had to tell him before he left for king's landing.
"Lady Rohanne."
I snapped my head out of my thoughts and onto Robb Stark's eyes staring me down.
"Oh, hello." I nodded, looking back at the land. He was the last person I wanted to see when contemplating a plot. "My sympathies for your brother Bran. I hope he recovers." Like Uncle Tyrion said I was most interested to hear what he saw that was so important to kill him over.
"Thank you, my Lady." Robb nodded, standing beside me. I looked over a bit surprised, I thought he hated me or is pissed about his brother but he looked fine. I couldn't tell what was going on in his head, what did he want? The Iron Throne? Gold? Love? What? It was beginning to be odd...
"You look dashing as always." I tried to compliment, I just wasn't good at that without a drink or two. Why did I even try??
"Thank you, my Lady." Robb replied, looking onward with a half baked frown.
"Is that all you know to say? 'Thank you, my Lady.'" I scoffed, making my best impression of him, moving my shoulders as he did.
He hid a smile before scoffing and looking away at the distance. "What would you like me to say, my Lady?" He asked, his blue eyes snapping back. They're attentive sapphire seemed to look straight through me and see every last thing I thought. Which of course was ridiculous.
"I don't know. Anything, anything on your mind. You're so hard to read." I huffed, leaning on the battlements.
He slightly chuckled; "let's see I was just thinking about how good my breakfast was, hah should had your—"
"Boring." I sighed, my elbows leaning on the battlements. He gave a bit surprised expression. "Tell me about all your secrets." I grinned.
Robb's eyes become dull and he became silent for sometime. "I don't have any secrets, my Lady." He finally spoke in a hesitant manner.
"Ahh I deserve that for asking a direct question." I sighed, the cold breeze was welcoming that day. Robb's curly brown hair drifted with it. His full lips, everything made him handsome I thought, nonetheless he still had those distant eyes, like we were worlds apart. As if I was a vicious dog ready to attack.
"Why are you wary of me, Robb?" I questioned to my own surprise, I usually guard my words yet they still slipped out sending a spark in Robb's eyes.
"You think I'm a wary of you?" He amused, his casually placed his hands behind his back.
I stepped forward, Robb stepped back making me scoff, "you have this look like I'm about to do something horrible to you. Or do you just have a boy's innocence?" I smirked walking closer till we were an elbow away.
He scoffed; "I assure you, my Lady, I do not have the innocence of a child." His voice became a bit louder and a smug grin began to show.
"Are you trying to flirt, Robb Stark?" I snickered, putting a hands behind my back.
Robb closed his eyes for a second in embarrassment, I laughed finding it 'cute'
"It's not as if you do any better." He replied, with an amused smirk.
I scoffed. Not knowing how to reply to that.
"Did they not teach you how to speak in King's Landing?" He gave a smug smirk, standing his ground.
I was a bit surprised he was finally holding a conversation with me, all I had to do was not mess it up. "Yes they did, but I said fuck the rules and rode off. Got away with it too." Robb scoffed, his expression warmer than before, he was nice to look at, I wouldn't mind staring.
Just as we were finally having a conversation a certain blonde piece of shit walked by. "Oh look if it isn't my sister the woman warrior." Joffrey said with a smug grin.
My eyes shot towards him in annoyance. Everyone has their annoying sibling, mine was this piece of shit. "That's dry even for you. Lost your way little brother, do you need me to call a nanny?" Even Robb's eyes grew bitter, I didn't even know if he knew him.
"Do you need any advise to learn how to spread your legs for a Stark?" Joffrey gave his pathetic look towards Robb and I, I wanted to hit him. I always wanted to just make him... normal.
"Prince Joffrey, that is no way to speak to your older sister and future brother-in-law." Robb spoke up, his face screaming displeasure.
"Why? I can do as I very well please." Joffrey did his typical head tilted high.
"I think you should go back into your home called a trashcan, the assholes' are looking for you." I grinned, although my eyes said otherwise.
"Do you need me to remind you who is superior?" Joffrey spat, even if I was taller than him he still tried to look bigger, which he failed horribly at.
"Yes I'd like that." I kept my grin as I kicked his leg, he hissed and limped back giving me a look of 'I'm telling mother!' As always before tooting away.
"You and you're brother clearly don't get along." Robb said, clearly disturbed.
"For obvious reasons. You don't seem too fond of him either." I answered, leaning back on the battlements.
"The minute I laid my eyes on him I didn't like him." Robb said, his tone saying it all.
I laughed, a little too loud. King Joffrey Baratheon, that wasn't even laughable that was distasteful. I was going to be queen even if everyone laughed in my face, disagreed or fought me I would become Queen and sit my ass on the Iron Throne, it was my one goal in life. Fixing and keeping it was something I'd worry about once I was there.
Mother would probably want Joffrey, so she was a problem as well, she always "loved" me and knew what was "best" for me. It might sound childish and it might sound selfish (perhaps I am extremely selfish) but through all the "love" one day I woke up and realized her kind of love wasn't healthy, that deep down she was just a control freak.
If I played along I would be controlled my whole life, married off and expected to be a breeding tool and nothing more. I'd be damned if that was my life, that was the life my dear mother wanted for me.
"Princess!" Robb called out a bit agitated, my eyes shot open from their daze and turned towards him.
"Hm yes?" I hummed.
"Do you daze out like that a lot?"He asked, a bit concerned. I wasn't paying attention, I wondered what kind of face I had.
"No." I shook my head. "If you'll excuse me." I swiftly said before walking to the staircase.
"Of course." He nodded, and stepped aside— his eyes darting down. My head was too in my thoughts to notice, I had to decide.
I wouldn't see father again for sometime and I would stay in Winterfell for the rest of my life, it would be that way. I wasn't about to wait around. I had till the wedding to tell him the truth, the next day he would leave and I'd never get the chance. The only question, was I really prepared to do anything for The Iron Throne?
[A/N: I can't wait anymore! I'm publishing it all! :) ]
