Chapter 9: Confession

In the South….

Myrcella Baratheon POV

Myrcella was in her cabin, waiting to be informed by Ser Davos of their arrival in Lannisport.

Today is the day that she will meet Prince Gerion Lannister, her cousin, and this caused her some fear. She has never met him, but the Princes were all the same, and they only wanted one thing. At least that's what Joffrey told her, who, in quality and quantity of women, had a lot of them. Everyone knew his pastimes, and sometimes he exaggerated with the pleasure. It was this kind of exaggeration that Myrcella feared the most, especially after her mother told her how many times her father raped her when he was drunk or even when he wasn't. It was a bad thing to admit it, but she was thankful that he was dead, so her mother would no longer suffer from his abuse.

Myrcella heard a knock on her door. "Yes."

"We are docking at the port, princess. I suggest you, to prepare yourselves."

"Thank you, Ser Davos," she replied.

Taking a breath Myrcella began to prepare herself, putting the cape on her shoulders, with the hood, and a little dagger wrapped in a band on her right thigh. This may be her mother's land, but she doesn't know it and doesn't know what dangers she might run into.

As she stepped out of the cabin, she saw that her guards were already waiting for her, and there was also Lady Brienne of Tarth her Sworn shield.

"Brienne."

"My lady."

"You can call me Myrcella if you want, you know."

"I think my lady is more appropriate."

Myrcella smiled. And began to head to the dock of the Ship.

Once there, she saw Ser Davos looking towards the city's harbor.

"It's a beautiful city, isn't it, princess?"

"Yes. It's a walled city, and well defended, it seems.

"Yes. But that didn't stop the Ironborns from attacking and raiding it. "

She nodded. On this side of the continent, the sea seemed so calm. Not like on Storm'end.

Once the ship had entered the harbor they got off and were greeted by the Lord of Lannisport.

"Welcome, Princess Myrcella. I am Stafford Lannister, Lord of Lannisport. Come, the Prince will be here soon. "

As they walked through the city down a small street, Myrcella saw that Brienne began to look around, with her hand on the sword, and so she began to worry. Suddenly she heard someone shout "Death to the Lannisters!" and arrows began to rain. The guards rushed to protect her with their shields and Brienne tried to take her to safety but was thrown to the ground when other rebels threw themselves on her.

At that point, she was helpless and was captured and taken to the tunnel, and out of the city. With a sack on her head.

After a few hours, she found herself in a cave, and saw a man with gray hair, and a covered face, looking at her.

"Who are you?"

"Are you afraid of me?"

"No! I am Myrcella of House Baratheon, daughter of King Robert and Queen Cersei, of House Lannister, and future queen of the Kingdom of the Rock."

"How much ardor. Of course the same cannot be said of your guards."

"What do you want?"

" Me?" the man laughed "Nothing. I'm just waiting for a friend to come."

After a brief silence, she asked, "You are rebels or bandits."

"Aren't they the same thing?"

"The Prince will find me."

"I really hope so. He's the one we're waiting for." After a brief silence and looking directly at her, he said "Your sworn shield is dead And Myrcella feels the tears coming down from her eyes. Brienne was dead and now she was left alone in this land.

When the man left the cave to give out, Myrcella put her hand on his thigh, trying to take the dagger. At that point, she began to cut the ropes, but saw some men coming and immediately hid the dagger.

"Well, well, well, look what we have here. A princess of royal blood. And a virgin, I'm sure."

"I love virgins. You don't know how many I raped," the second answered.

"Are you going first, brother, or me?" asked the first one.

"I'll go, and who knows that soon we won't have a bastard of royal blood."

Dread takes over her, and her eyes are widened. Her heart began to beat fast thinking about what they were going to do to her and tears began to fall.

"Oh! The little princess is about to cry?" said the first one with a smirk while he was undoing his trousers and Myrcella took the dagger she had hidden. If he tries, she will use it.

"Did you hear that?" said the second as he turned towards the entrance to the cave, but the first one only smiled. "We need to go and see what's happening."

" You go," he answered, still looking at her. "I want to savor this little bite."

Myrcella was petrified. Her feet refused to stand up and her heart continued to beat fast.

But then she heard a voice say, "Get away from her! You bastard!"

The man turned around and immediately got down to take his sword.

Looking towards the entrance, she saw that the second man that was leaving, was lying dead on the ground, and standing next to the body was a young man, a bit older than her, blond with green eyes and very handsome. He wore a black tunic.

"You must be the young lion. I will cut off your head and send it to your grandfather."

But before it was over he was already headless, because her savior with a rotating slant and a speed she had never seen, cut off his head, and the bandit couldn't even react. Her savior got down and asked, "Are you hurt, my lady?"

She shook her head to say no because the words didn't come out. He helped her to get up, "I am Gerion Lannister, Prince of Castamere."

But while she was standing her ankle was hurting, and she said with embarrassment "M-My a-ankle is hurt... I-I think I sprained my ankle."

He looked down and then at her and said, "Forgive me for this." And he took her in his arms to carry her out of the cave, and she leaned her head on his shoulder.

Outside the cave, she saw a dozen of dead bodies, and she immediately turned to the Prince, so she wouldn't look at the dead.

Don't worry. No one will hurt you. These are my men, and there is also your sworn shield. And then Myrcella heard "My Lady. "And she saw that Brienne was there and alive. She gave her a smile and the prince took her to his horse.

Soon we will be at Castelly Rock and you can rest, he said kissing her forehead, and Myrcella became red, but buried her head in his chest and then closed his eyes.

In the North….

Daenerys POV

Daenerys was in her room, with her arms around her knees. Her hair was a mess because she hadn't left this room for two days. And it was now two days since she discovered the truth about Daario. About the monster that was the man she had fallen in love with, and that had always lied to her. And he raped Irri, causing her death. Irri. That beautiful young girl that didn't deserve that fate. Every night she sees her face, and every other night it's as if she heard her calling for help. And all this because of Daario.

The king didn't come to visit her and how could he blame him after what he found out. And above all, he has more important things than wasting time with her girlish crush and her little games. He had a realm to run. Missandei was the only one who came to her. Not even her father came after their fight.

Her attention was drawn when she heard the door open and saw a woman enter. She must be the second wife of the dead king, although they have not yet had the pleasure to meet each other. She was a beautiful woman, with fair skin, long auburn hair and blue eyes. She has long fingers and high cheekbones.

But anyway, Daenerys couldn't understand how the king could set aside Lady Ashara Dayne, who was an even more beautiful woman, for her. Maybe because the kings do what they want, and she has to get used to the idea, because even Jon, as soon as he meets the woman of his life, will put her aside. Because although he confessed those beautiful words to her, Daenerys knew that she should never trust the words of a king.

"You should do the reverence when you are in front of the queen," said Catelyn, but Daenerys did not answer. She wasn't in the right mood for an argument about these things. And above all, her father told her of the nature of this woman and how much she hated Jon.

"I heard the king refused to lie with you!" And Daenerys felt embarrassed "But how can we blame him? Being married to such an ugly woman. Not like my Sansa. The jewel of the North. The most beautiful woman in all of Westeros."

As she approached and looked her in the eye, Catelyn added, "I wouldn't get too fond of the position you're occupying. Soon the Usurper will lose his crown and the rightful King will take his place. And your family will have the end that she deserves."

'What a hopeless woman' Daenerys thinks. By insulting and threatening she thinks she'll scary.

"Your so-called husband will bring this kingdom to its ruin."

At that point, Daenerys had enough. Getting up from the bed and looking her in the eye, she said, "You're wrong, my lady. My husband, the King," Daenerys responded, emphasizing the word husband, which had a strange sound admitting it, and the word king, "will bring this kingdom to its Glory."

Daenerys, seeing the rage growing on Lady Catleyn's face, added with a smirk " As for the jewel of the North, you give that title to the wrong princess. The beauty of the North is Arya Stark. A true Northern, not like your southern daughter."

"Insolent girl..." but she was cut off by a voice from the door.

"Catelyn Tully. I suggest you step back from my daughter-in-law." Turning they saw it was the king's mother, and Daenerys was really glad that she had come.

"Stark!" Catelyn responded, in a harsh way.

"You may have married the king, my husband, but you're not worthy of that name. Those who wear it should love the North and its people not only think about the power that it gives," Ashara replied approaching "and now step back from my daughter-in-law."

Catelyn began to laugh, in an almost evil way, and said, "Soon the usurper will lose his crown and my Brandon will take his rightful place. He can't do anything to me if he doesn't want to risk the wrath of the South. Your son has his days numbered." And she left the room.

"Don't believe her words, Daenerys. She's just jealous... and hungry for power. She knows that through her son she will rule the North. And through her brother, Edmure Tully, who hangs from her lips, the Riverlands. But that's not why I came to talk to you."

Daenerys saw her taking a breath. "Come, my dear, sit on the chair in front of the mirror." Daenerys sat down and the king's mother, taking a hairbrush, she began to put her hair in place "You haven't combed your hair in a while, have you?"

Daenerys didn't respond. It was true since the argument with her father she didn't have the strength to have her hair done, and she didn't even let Missandei do it.

She began to comb her hair, and they were in silence until it was the King' mother to break it.

"So it's true? You are in love with another man?"

"Was!" said Daenerys, immediately turning towards her. "And I'm ashamed of that."

"Why?" The queen asked and continued.

Daenerys looked down and didn't want to answer, but she knew that one day it will come out. Taking a breath, she said, "Because the man I was in love with is a liar, a rapist, and a murderer." She felt the tears coming down.

"Shhh, my dear. You don't have to cry for someone like him. He doesn't deserve your tears." She said hugging her and stroking her hair.

"I know. I know. But it's not for him that I'm crying. It's for Irri, my friend who he raped, and who killed herself" she responded sobbing and hugging the King's Mother wrapping her arms around her waist.

After a moment of silence, the queen said, "You know. Your mother is the only true friend that I have" and she smiled. "Well, apart from my brother, who I love dearly. But he is still a man. He is a hot head, who is quicker to draw out his sword than talking. Instead, she had a way of speaking and consoling that I had never seen before. And the day I saw you born, I was sure you would marry my son. On your wedding, day" and Daenerys looked down remembering it very well that day because it was both the most beautiful day and the ugliest one. Her attention returned to the king's mother "my dream came true." Sighing she added "But now I realize the mistake I made in insisting about the wedding and going behind my son's back. And that's why I want to ask your forgiveness, Daenerys."

Kneeling beside her chair and looking her in the eyes, the King's Mother said with tearful eyes, "Forgive me for trapping you in this marriage, that you didn't want and with a man you don't love. I, your mother, we have married for love. You know, mine was a happy marriage with the king until he met Catelyn. Your mother and your father have loved each other since they were children, despite the blood ties that bound them. But I'm sorry you didn't get that chance."

"I have nothing to forgive you, Your Grace," Daenerys said standing up. "But if you really want to hear it. I forgive you." And he hugged her.

"However, if your son doesn't love me, he can always annul the marriage, or marry another woman. As the kings of the past. The law allows him."

"Unfortunately, that is not possible. My son, after he saw how much I suffered because of his father, he made a promise to the gods. But that is up to him to reveal it to you."

Daenerys was very curious.

"But I ask you to try to give your marriage a chance before you give up. The kingdom will need an heir." As she approached, she kissed her forehead and added, "I know I ask you a lot but I want you to try." And with that, she walked out of the room.

Daenerys began to think and knew that she needed to speak with the King tonight. The gossips were running fast and soon everyone will know that she hasn't slept with the King.

Jon

Jon was in the crypts in front of a door he hadn't seen in a long time. From inside began to exit winds of winter, with frosty air and suddenly he heard a loud, icy voice, that he hadn't heard in a long time, saying "I was expecting you, my prince", putting her icy hands on his chest from behind. "Or should I say, my King," she added.

Jon immediately drifted away from her.

"What is it, my king? You don't want me anymore."

"No. And I never wanted you."

"What has changed in these years? You promised that you would free me and together we would dominate the world."

"I was just a little boy at the time. And I never promised you that. It was you who wanted to teach me the old tongue."

"Who is she? Who's the woman that took your heart? "

It was at that moment that Jon felt terror taking over, not because he was afraid for himself, but for Daenerys because now she knew that his heart belonged to Daenerys.

"Your heart must be mine!" The Night' Queen screamed. "You will never be king of Winter as long as he lives and you will never be king of the whole North. I will make sure that you die...by ripping out your heart!"

She buried her nails in his chest. He couldn't see her face only her light blue eyes and her hand.

It was at that point when he thought that all was lost, that he heard the beautiful voice of Daenerys in his dream calling him "My King? Jon?"

"You will never be king!" screaming the Night' s Queen, and he immediately woke up. Starting to breathe with difficulty and taking the air. He then touched his chest where his heart was and where she stuck her nails. There was nothing.

It was only a bad dream he closes his eyes to go back to sleep.

"Jon?" And he now realized that Daenerys was standing next to his bed.

"Old Gods. You scared me."

I'm sorry my king. But we have to talk.

Can't it wait until tomorrow?

No, she answered shaking her head. So Jon rose into a sitting position leaning against the headboard of the bed, and he saw that her eyes were moving down his body, and he noticed that he had no shirt.

"Does that bother you?"

"No," she responded blushing.

Folding his arms over his chest he said, " So...what did you want to talk about?"

Sitting on his bed and taking a breath she began "First. I want to ask your forgiveness. I know that I've caused a lot of trouble to you and I lied to you. And after the conversation with your mother, I know you won't put me aside. She talked about a promise... which I didn't understand."

"Listen. If my mother told you to come here and talk to me, you didn't have to. What's done is done. You can't undo it."

"I know. But forgive me for lying to you, Your Grace."

Sighing, he replied, "Yes, Yes. I forgive you."

"I know we didn't start our lives the right way. I was a girl with a dream, believing that I knew what love was. And believing that I was in love with a good man who respected me and loved me." She said and Jon saw that tears were coming down from her beautiful violet eyes.

"Daenerys, you don't have to... "But she raised her hand to stop him.

"But I was wrong. And it was my father the one who made me opened my eyes on the monster that is Daario."

Monster, that word again and Jon didn't know why, but it was time he discovered what who is this man.

"Daenerys. Both you and your father used the word monster to describe him. If he damages my kingdom or is plotting, I need to know."

"I'll tell you only a part of it, Jon. Only the one that upset me the most. The other one you'll have to ask my father."

Taking a breath she said, "He raped one of my handmaid, who was also my friend, and this caused her to kill herself. Together with Ramsey Bolton, he killed a lot of women from the brothels of the North."

Ramsey Bolton, the worst bastard that ever lived in the North. But he shouldn't be underestimated, and Jon knew that well. His father was Roose Bolton, the so-called ice man. He was emotionless, and he was the Lord that Jon trusted less. But he was also one of the lords who had more men at his command, and who could challenge him.

But his attention was drawn to a weeping, and then he saw that she was crying. He leaned toward her and hugged her. She welcomed him, crying in his crock neck. After she cried and starting to calm down she said, "I want his head, Jon. I want him to pay for what he did to Irri and all the other girls of the brothels. And I want Ramsey's head too."

"I would give them to you, Daenerys, but I can't start a war without proof and especially with an army of wildlings at the gates of my kingdom" Jon answered cleaning her tears with his thumb.

She nodded. Bowing her head.

"Daenerys. Considering what you have revealed to me you should learn to use the sword."

"Really? You will teach me how to use the sword?"

"Yes. Because I will not be able to always be there with you, or the guards, so it's better if you know how to wield a sword."

"Thank you!" she responded smiling and throwing her arms around his neck, to which he chuckled.

"I'll see you tomorrow in the courtyard, after the council meeting."

She nodded smiled and getting up, she started unbuttoning the dress on her nightdress.

"What are you doing?"

"We must have an heir Jon, As you told me your kingdom..."

"I told you that I will not lie with a woman who does not want me."

"But..."

No! He raised his voice." Now go!" Then drifting under the fur and putting them on him. He was tired of all this.

But she wasn't leaving instead asked"Jon... Can I sleep here with you?"

Jon didn't know how to answer. He was taken aback and after a while of silence, seeing that he wasn't answering, she began to head for the door.

"You can stay" and she turned towards him, going back to the bed quickly, lying down on the other side of the bed.

Jon felt his heart, beat and said to himself, 'This is going to be a long night.'

"Jon? Would you like to talk about your dream?"

"Another night, Dany. I'm tired."

He heard her chuckle.

"What is it?" he asked worried that he may have said something wrong that made look him as an idiot,

"Dany. Not many people call me that. It's a very intimate word."

"Forgive me..."

"No, that's all right. I like the way it sounds from your lips." And Jon feels he was blushing.

So he turned to the other side, but he heard her call him "Jon..." again.

"What is it?" He responded sighing. He really wanted to sleep. Today was a long day and tomorrow will be even longer day.

" Can you... "she seems to hesitate.

"Spit it out, Dany. I want to sleep."

"Can you hug me?"

"What?"

"It doesn't matter," but he immediately put his arm around her waist and hugged her.

"Thank you, Jon."

'Old Gods, help me resist and not get hard.' And then he went to sleep.