The wedding was days away and what was I doing? A typical Princess would be in a daydream, handsome groom, good benefits. Was I just an idiot?
As I walked my mind wasn't there, I almost felt sick to my stomach. It was the only damn way.
"Hello, Princess." Jon nodded with a small smile.
"Hello Jon." I nodded.
"It's look like it's going to storm, best get inside." He said, walking past with his forehead squinting.
I nodded before walking back to the route I was going, Father's dinning room, he'd still be there especially if Lord Stark is eating with him.
As I stepped in the situation became real to me, I was about to tell father something that would kill mother and probably my siblings. What was I doing?
No! If I really wanted that damn throne this was the best way! My hands shook as I held them tight behind my back.
Father placed his eyes on me and gave a small smile; "Ah Rohanne, come in, girl." He waved.
It was a typical northern dinning room, a table and a whole lot of table. Light coming from all sides, it only made me more inpatient. I didn't know where to put all the energy and dread of what I was about to say.
"Did you already have your breakfast?" He asked, his head stuck to his plate of eggs and bacon.
"Yes." I said, sitting in a chair across father. "Lord Stark." I nodded.
"Princess Rohanne." He nodded back, he had a completely different manner about him than others I'd met. I felt comfortable around him, unlike everyone around me, however it only made me more suspicious, how could someone be so respectable?
I shifted my attention back to why I was there, I clenched the armrests, my hands still shook and my heart pound, there would be no going back. "Father, if you don't mind speaking in private." I spoke without my own permission.
"Nonsense, you sound like your mother. Whatever you have to say say it now." Father answered, still finding his bread more interesting.
"Alright." I breathed and poured myself a cup of ale, quickly drinking it up and sat back. The silence in the room grew louder, from Father's questioning look, to Lord's Stark concern I could feel the tension.
"Is this about Robb?" Lord Stark asked, tilting his head.
"No, no" I slowly disagreed, shaking my head.
"Than what is it? I never took you for a shy one." Father looked like he was about to get pissed out.
I breathed and looked at my boots. "It's about Mother." I finally said, almost a wave of relief but it wasn't over.
"Ah? What she do this time. Beat a handmaiden?" He laughed, looking at Lord Stark to laugh as well.
"Mother is sleeping with my Uncle Jammie." I suddenly said, his smile he had seconds before slowly turned to disgust, his eyes growing with fury.
"I've seen it when I was a little girl and on the road here I heard them mention Joffrey as their son." I choose my words carefully, Tommen and Myrcella has no part in this. I should have brought my weapons and armor, but I didn't want to look suspicious, my intentions would be too clear.
He no longer found his food interesting, an aura of rage was becoming apparent, he stood up and slammed the table.
I flinched, looking at Ned who looked cautious, almost afraid of what he was going to do.
Father paced, not saying a word, I knew he's mind was blinded with anger, I didn't blame him, I would be as well.
"Father, Myrcella and Tommen have nothing to do with this, they're still only children." I stood and walked beside him, caution written all over me.
Suddenly he bolted out screaming; "guards! Guards!" I immediately ran after him along with Lord Stark.
We followed him all the way to the courtyard where more than half Baratheon and half Stark men stood. Along with Robb, Jon and Theon Greyjoy.
"What are you going to do, your grace?" Ned asked as we finally caught up to him.
Father walked all the way to the center of the courtyard and yelled; "Men, your queen is a traitor, the King's Guard Jaime Lannister, Joffrey, Tommen and Myrcella are all Bastards! Serve your King and kill every last one of them!" To my horror Father held an axe high, his face blind with rage.
I almost ran near him, the mud making it harder. "Father please, leave Myrcella and Tommen out of this! They have nothing to do with this!" I pleaded, looking him in the eyes with dread. He was never going to listen.
"Do you think I'm stupid girl?" He suddenly asked causing me to freeze. "Do you think I don't know what you're playing at?" His eyes were bitter, as if he no longer even trusted me, as if I was going to supplant him. He walked past and made his way towards the courts, Baratheon men walking along.
However the Lannister nor the Stark men knew what to make of the situation, the orders were given by a mad king. Ha, ironic. Do they all go mad? I couldn't let them be killed like cattle, I had to stop it! "Father! Don't kill them!" I yelled, firmly grabbing his shoulder.
Father turned and looked me in the eyes,
"They're not my blood!" He snarled back.
"You can't!" I gritted through my teeth, my grip on his fur grew tighter with every thought of Myrcella lying on the floor lifeless, Tommen a little boy killed! "What's life to you if you're going to kill children?" I snapped, I didn't care if I would cry, what people would think. For once in my life I didn't care, all I thought about was saving my siblings. From a situation that I made!
Thunder roared, the dark clouds over our heads grew blackened, and small raindrops slowly fell— dripping on metal and ground making a charming sound yet nothing was amusing that day.
"Let go, Rohanne!" He spat, trying to rush past.
I held even tighter, stopping him, even if he was stronger I would hold as long as I could. "I won't let you! I told you the truth in good faith!"
With a steady gloved hand father slapped me across the cheek. It stung so much I let go, the pain grew with every pulse.
Just as he was about to walk again, Ned Stark, all his sons and men stood to confront father. I felt a bit relieved, yet it would only end one way. "I've known you for a long time Ned, don't let it end here." Father gave a stern eye, holding his axe slightly leaning on it.
"I watched as you killed children, I won't stand by again." Lord Stark said his voice remorseful, his whole demeanor showed how sorry he was.
To make matters worst Joffrey and Jaime walked in the courtyard, no too bad. Joffrey, the whole reason I started that whole mess.
"Joffrey, go inside." Uncle Jaime ordered dropping whatever he was doing and walking up.
"What's going on, father?" Joffrey asked, not the less bit concerned over what was happening.
"Don't father me, boy! You're a bastard!" Father snarled, laying his axe in his hands steadily.
The shock was written all over his pathetic little face, he gasped and placed a hand to his chest, utterly speechless.
Jaime drew his sword, along with every Lannister. It was going to end badly for Father, his men were spread all around Winterfell, not too mention there were more Stark men.
Lord Stark stepped in front of Jaime and Joffrey, his massive Valerian steel sword shining in the rain.
"Step aside, Ned." Father warned, his whole voice screamed with rage towards Joffrey.
"Not again. Never again." Lord Stark shook his head, strong as ever, along with all of the North. Jon Snow, Robb, Theon and all his men ready to fight.
"You really want it to end like this?" Father asked almost in disbelief.
"You're not killing innocent children in my own home." Lord Stark answered, his hair beginning to get wet from the drizzle.
"Innocent? Since when were whores and Bastards an innocent thing?!" Father yelled, tightening the grip of his axe.
"Father, Just think about this!" I snarled, regretting not having a weapon.
Nonetheless, he was too far gone, it was clear how it would end, it was all what I needed yet not what I would wanted. My family, the twisted family I knew was about to change, all because I wanted the Iron Throne as badly I did to do anything to get it. I dreaded the regret of what came next.
Father; King Robert Baratheon charged towards Ned Stark, welding an axe his size, Ned Stark clashed with a sword just as deadly and furious. It was the beginning of a storm.
[A/N: can't wait to hear your thought! Good or bad]
