Jaime Lannister's golden hair couldn't get into his face anymore like before whenever he was fighting someone. He grunted as he tried to swing his sword expertly towards Bronn who was much better at fighting than he was.

My hand, he thought bitterly. And what a beautiful hand it was.

He let out bitter laugh as he swung towards Bronn who suddenly stopped his advances, questioning, "What's so funny?"

"I was just laughing at my golden hand," he responded to Bronn.

"I heard that the Martells captured your sister...has there been any news? Knowing her though, she probably cooked a plan up and escaped, stabbing some people on the way. "

"How do you know my sister?" Jaime asked.

He shrugged. "I saw her at a market in Lys."

"Lys?" Jaime questioned, wanting to know more about his sister's life for the past years. "What in the seven hells was she doing there?Did you talk to her?"

"I tried to, but she broke my nose." Bronn laughed and whistled. "She was a spitfire little thing. I don't know what she was doing there, but I can tell you that she was up to no good. People chasin' her up and down the streets, laughin' when they were runnin' after her, but could never catch her. It was quite a show."

"I would expect nothing less from my little sister. Satine was always a troublemaker even when she was a little girl, driving Cersei up the walls with her incessant need not to dress or act like a lady. Cersei had a beautiful gown made for Satine and had her stuffed in it for her first ball. Later that night, Satine told us that a wolf came into her room when she was napping, and ripped up the gown. It truly was torn to pieces. Cersei wanted her to be punished, but our father didn't think that it would do any harm to her so he made her sit through ten classes of sewing as punishment," Jaime remembered, laughing a little bit at the memory of Satine smiling like a cat while Cersei's face turned tomato red in anger at their little sister.

Jaime chuckled again at just the mere memory of his little sister. He wondered how she would react to the loss of his right hand. Would she be just as disgusted and angry as Cersei was when she saw it?

"I'm calling it a day now, Bronn," Jaime told him, walking away.

He mentally cursed at Bronn for making him think about Satine. He would be lying if he said that he didn't miss her. He wondered many things about his sister...what life was like when she left Westeros.

Was it peaceful?

Or was it hell for her too?

. . .

"You let her escape!" Oberyn questioned his brother angrily while Doran was as calm as the warm breeze which passed by them. "Why-"

"We had came to a mutual view of something very important. She's our ally, Oberyn, not our enemy.," Doran informed him. "This is why I told my men to not go after her or attack."

"Why? She loves her family. She wouldn't be so quick to betray them."

"Tyrion is the one she cares about most. Letting her go is an advantage for us since the minute she steps out into the world then she can't be blinded by the truth. She was friends with the Stark boy…the King in the North."

"So you think that she is with us because of the extinction of House Stark?"

"She saw her beloved niece who was happy and not harmed in anyway which is enough proof for her to believe what we say to her."

"Careful, brother. You're starting to sound too confident."

"As are you, Oberyn," he reminded him. "Your charms will not work on her and if you think that they have then you are most likely wrong."

"If you think you know her so well, Doran, then you are wrong," Oberyn shot back at him. "I know that I do not know here. I know that whoever thinks that they may know her is wrong because no one knows anyone these days."

They glanced at each other and Doran said this, "You are right. No one knows her. She is unpredictable and this is why is so dangerous...much like the Dragon Queen across the Narrow Sea, yes? I've heard tales of her victories. Perhaps they are friends."

"If so then what?"

"Then that changes everything for our plans, brother."

. . .

The nights were cruel and bitter, much like a Harlot's curse.

Satine wondered as she stared across the sea if she would ever return to her childhood home...if she could forget it all and become the same girl as she once was before she was possessed was darkness. Satine's delicate hands swiped through the pages as her voice read the words off the pages. I was unlucky, she thought. I had to grow up. Too quickly in fact.

"M'lady?"

She shook her head. "I'm sorry. You were saying."

The handmaiden smiled at her. They had their secrets. Though Satine's secrets were the darkest of them all.

"He loves the sound of your voice. He's always smiling every time you are near."

"Thank you, Eliza." Satine responded.

"Lady Satine, he looks so much like...well, like you-"

"No, he doesn't," she interrupted sharply, the smile falling off her face. "I can see it the speculation in your eyes...the judgment. Who does he look like really?"

"I don't-"

"Yes, you do. You can say it."

Silence stretched between them as they stared at each other so Satine continued, "My son looks like my brother is what you meant to say, but you caught yourself."

The handmaiden couldn't speak for a moment and Satine guess that her thoughts were right. So she gently put her son down in the cradle, he smiled brightly up at her.

"I'm sorry, Eliza," Satine began. "You've been my handmaiden since I was a little girl...it has been so long since I've remembered us playing as little girls...both strangers to the cruelty of the world. Bitter is always was. You will always be my friend and I want you to know of the immense guilt that I am feeling now more than ever…"

Satine suddenly sliced Eliza's throat. Eliza's pale hand came up and gripped her neck to stop the bleeding. "But no one can know of my child. If they know then my child will be forever in the shadows, having to hide who he really is. Therefore, lies the reason why I must kill you. Only I now know he exists in this world."

She watched as Eliza's body thumped loudly to the ground, blood pouring slowly out of the wound on her pretty throat. Satine closed her eyes, whispering to her son, "Daemon...you've already caused me so much pain now. I will miss you dearly, but I have to let you go. If I don't then you will only know of suffering and rejection from your family and I can't have that."

~PRESENT~

Satine's eyes opened to see her own emerald green eyes staring right back at her.

"Hello, sister." Satine said softly

Cersei smirked at her in response. "Welcome home, Satine."

Perhaps I am just like my family and that fooling myself into thinking that I was nothing like them was only a way to protect myself from the reality of all of it. I was willing to do just about anything for my son, Daemon.

And the years have not made me kinder…

TBC…

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