Year: 292
My father had not lived but for a few more years after Robert took me as his ward. His steward and my regent over Mistwood until I was returned home had told me he believed my father died so early because of a broken heart. For some reason even knowing it was my ability as a Gamer that had brought him into this world and the knowledge he wasn't going to live long enough to see me 'become of age', I knew Ser Rosin was right. My father had died before his time and that was due to Robert. A crime I would never forgive him for.
Years had passed in Kings Landing, nearly ten to be exact, and with it my missions had begun. I had gone out of my way to ensure Robert saw me as more then a Targaryen and a cousin or ward. No, now he saw me now as a daughter-figure despite my Valyrian looks only growing stronger. It wasn't long after I arrived that I realized that Jaime Lannister wasn't as much of a prick as he was originally shown to be in the beginning, so long as Cersei wasn't around anyways. Joffrey had been born shortly before my arrival at the Red Keep but I had realized that when I looked at his info his heritage as I knew it, showed Jaime's name in quotes. I quickly learned that Jaime while a possible father of Joffrey, was not the only Lannister Cersei was bedding. No, Cersei enjoyed the company of her uncle, Gerion Lannister, as well. It was then I received the quest Sworn-Shield. I made use of my charm and quickly wrapped Jaime and Ser Barristan around my little pinkie within months. I may have been a toddler but it was simple enough after all my charm was already high from the start. Add in puppy dog eyes and the arms of a toddler reaching up for you and who but a baby hater could possibly resist? And hadn't it been a shock to learn that Puppy-Eyes was actually a skill! One I maxed out easily. Regardless, Jaime had caught Cersei and Gerion in the act during a game of hide and seek. Neither knew that had been just my plan and he of course kept silent but it was enough that he never graced her cunt again.
Joffrey Waters, I mean Baratheon was another that was quick to fall for my charms. A simple little smile here, a little attitude there so he didn't think he could walk all over me like he did others and he was gone. Though it may have worked too well considering his growing obsession with me. His mother, Cersei, was another matter entirely though. While Cersei didn't fall into my sphere of influence, she didn't detest me either. Rather it had come to something far worse, she saw me as a future good daughter which was something I planned to ensure would never happen despite her and her son's machinations.
When it came to House Arryn, Lord Arryn himself was easy to pull by his heart strings what with having been orphaned young and his ex-ward's actions that likely led to my father's broken heart and eventual death. His wife though was even more a piece of work then Cersei. I had always wondered about Lysa Arryn née Tully's state of mind and if she'd simply lost it due to her marriage, the pressure of Kings Landing or if there had just always been something missing. Clearly, something had always been missing. Oh, don't get me wrong she knew how to hide it but to someone who was actually interested by psychology in a former life, even if what I'd chosen to study, it was clear as day. She came off as a simple girl with her head in the clouds for the most part but it was when looking into her eyes that you could see something just wasn't right. Robin was three now and sought me out as often as Myrcella and Tommen did. They quickly grew attached to me, something that while Cersei enjoyed and said was proof I'd make for a good mother one day, infuriated Lysa. Robin no longer remained locked within the room with her but instead ventured out to see me and I taught him all I could. No Sweet-Robin for Lysa would be found in this child. He would eat with either myself or his father and spent time learning his lessons well, even sitting in some of my own regardless of the fact he did not understand half of it but was satisfied just sitting near me and my hand raising to play with his hair as he napped, head on my lap. I always thought Robin had been the son of Baelish but apparently not. His once sickly nature didn't come from Petyr Baelish but rather from being with Lysa as she tried to mold him into the Littlefinger's very image. Oh, I knew she hoped Robin was his, even had her fantasies, and had likely told him that Robin was but she couldn't be more wrong. Robin Arryn was just that, an Arryn, and this time around he wouldn't be so weak or easily manipulated (by any but myself) instead the Vale would firmly stand at my side and that of whoever I joined House with.