Satine had already regretted her decision to come back home. Her ever so lovely family decided to throw a fest in celebration of her return and practically proclaimed that she was home for good. Satine could already feel the invisible chains about her ankles and wrists, holding her tight.

Satine watched her handmaidens/spies which were provided by Cersei, scurried around the room, as they put together her outfit. "Leave. Now."

They quickly went out of her chambers as Satine eyed the dress in disgust. I wonder if she would be crossed if I were to wear my hunting clothes...instead of the dress. Satine walked around the familiar chambers, sighing as she felt the memories flash into her mind the moment she stepped into King's Landing.

Satine opened a book and took out the poorly sewed patch of the white blanket from her son. Satine chuckled as she remembered how frustrated she was that she couldn't sew a perfect blanket to keep her son warm when he left. As a distant memory, Satine cut a patch off from the white blanket that had Daemon's name sewn into it as well so that she would never forget him until the day she died. He was hers forever.

A knock on the door jolted Satine in the air, the piece of blanket nearly falling from her fingers. Satine quickly put the patch back in the book and closed it. She hid the book away as she called out, "Come in."

"You know I could've been a bad man trying to kill you, my dearest sister."

Satine smiled widely. "Tyrion!"

She ran to him, hugging him as tightly as possible. "I missed you…"

"Believe me when I say that seeing your face has brought me relief in some way..and I suppose some happiness too," Tyrion told her which made Satine laugh.

"I know the feeling."

"How have you been, Satine? We were all worried when the riders came in the night, telling us of what happened to you. Who knew that the Martells actually had balls?" Tyrion laughed.

"Trust me when I say that I was the most surprised by the viper," she replied with a little growl.

Tyrion eyed her curiously. "Prince Oberyn chased you? Well, Father did say that he's always been half-mad."

"He would not stop until he caught me. They're up to something and it involves me somehow. I was already attacked by his eldest daughter the minute I stepped into the palace."

"Did you provoke her?"

Satine shrugged. "I may have strike her father."

Tyrion frowned. " Why?!"

"My reasons for doing something are my own," Satine said as she tilt her chin up a little in defense. "Trust me when I say that he deserves it and I don't need to explain myself to anyone.."

Tyrion came closer to her, asking softly, "I...what happened in Dorne that's changed you?"

"It wasn't Dorne that changed me. Essos did since there were wars when you turned every corner. I had to leave my men behind to visit all of you while I still can."

"Does it look like you are losing?"

"No, but you never know what can happen in a war...like the extinction of a House you came to love and respect a little bit."

"The Starks-"

"Were the only honorable family here in Westeros. I've met them and I can say that they live up to the name."

"No one is ever that honorable."

"They were to me at least. I'm ashamed by all of you right now that it's taking everything in me not to forget all of you and change my name."

Tyrion sighed heavily. "It's rather funny seeing as only father and I expected this furious reaction from you."

Satine raised an elegant eyebrow. "I am curious why none of you started a war."

They laughed and Tyrion poured them both a glass of wine. Tyrion handed the glass to her, saying, "I think that it was because of our history with them. We are stepping on very thin ice and starting a war with them would completely-"

"Fuck you all over," she finished with a secret smile.

"You said you...you did not include yourself in our family. Why?" Tyrion asked softly, suddenly afraid of losing the one person who always saw him as their brother and not the beast who killed their mother.

Satine licked her lips which tastes of the Dornish wine still. She set it down on the table next to her, answering, "It's hard being apart of this family. I already had threatened to kill someone just two days ago because I didn't like the way they spoke of me and Doran. Then they proceeded to tell me about the current events of Westeros. So like I said before, my dear brother, it's hard being apart of a family who everyone hates and for terribly good reasons...sadly though I still love all of you."

Tyrion let out a sharp laugh of amusement. "You sound almost like our father, hiding your true emotions behind words. Somehow I think that you've gotten better at it."

"I should be offended...yet I am not. Why is that?"

Tyrion frowned a little. "Can't seem to get enough of us? We're always in your thoughts maybe."

"I'm tired as you can see. I would like to rest," Satine explained to him. "It's exhausting being kidnapped and then almost killed."

"You almost sound like Jaime. He missed-"

"I know. My men told me. He wrote many letters...then gave up on the notion that I would actually reply to any of them. I did not receive anymore after that, but I always did wonder how either of your letters found me," she questioned.

"He didn't mention anything about his letters to you."

She scoffed, not surprised at all by his words. "I would be shocked if he did. You and I have always knowns that he doesn't like to share his feelings...or anything really."

Tyrion laughed then said, "I will leave you then, sister. Rest now, you're safe."

For now, she thought bitterly as she watched him leave the room.

Satine sighed as she sat on the bed. She jumped when there was a sharp knock on the door, disturbing the peace of silence she possessed for just a second. "Enter."

Cersei glided through the door gracefully, her skirts swishing from side to side. "I hope your room is to your liking. Father had the decorators spend all of their nights perfecting it."

Satine nodded. "I like it. Where is he?"

"Small council meeting. We're throwing a feast in honor of your homecoming so I expect you to be there and to look...nice-looking for once."

Satine rolled her eyes at her older sister. "I'll try, but nothing about me has changed since the last time we spoke."

There was a long moment of silence as the sisters who were like strangers to each other, stared at one another.

"How is she?" Cersei asked softly.

"I talked with her..she's happy, but misses all of you," Satine answered. "She's happy there and safe as well, Cersei. I told her that you miss her as well."

"Good."

Cersei had threatening tears in her eyes, aching to come out as she turned around and strode out of the room. Satine stormed out of her chambers a couple of minutes later, going to the gardens. People stared at her as she kept on walking further into the gardens, ignoring all of them. Soon the trees became higher-taller even while the flowers occurred less in the bushes, but became more exotic. Satine's fingers reached out to them, her fingers brushing against the soft petals.

When she was further away from everyone, she let out a secret that she had kept to herself for a while. She kept it inside ever since she was a little girl and her mother died...she remembered this one song that her mother would sing to her and her alone whenever the night terrors got to her.

"Lavender's blue, dilly, dilly, Lavender's green.

When I am King, dilly, dilly, you shall be Queen.

T'was my own heart, dilly, dilly, that told me so-"

"Satine?"

Satine immediately stopped singing, freezing in her steps. Jaime.

She turned around, eyeing him cautiously. "Hello, Jaime."

"I swear as though you have not aged a day since the last time I laid eyes on you," Jaime told her.

"You look older," she commented. "Still have youth I see."

"Why?"

"You know why." She said, turning away from him, continuing her walk as Jaime followed her.

"Did I frighten you?"

"You all did honestly," she answered him with a grim look. "I knew that if I stayed here then I would become somehow married to someone I will come to love and I would like Cersei. I didn't want that. That's not me. So I ran away to Essos where there were new experiences and adventures for me. It was memorable."

"Do you plan to leave again?"

"Jaime," she sighed. "We've been through a lot these past years-"

"And you weren't there."

"What do you mean?"

"Cersei lost her baby, you weren't there. Myrcella taken away to Dorne, you weren't there. King's landing almost crumbling to fucking Stannis Baratheon, gone you were. Tyrion almost dying, me getting captured, Father becoming colder than ever because you left, and my hand getting cut off. YOU WERE NEVER THERE! You left us!" Jaime practically roared at her. "You don't get to lecture me on past troubles. I know what they are. Everytime when I needed my sister there when I needed you most and you were nowhere to be seen. Seven hells, I just needed the woman that I love there to comfort me."

Satine chuckled. "You love Cersei, not me. I'm a younger version of her, you said yourself once before."

"I was drunk when I told you that and angry," Jaime explained. "You forgave me!"

"I gave up so much for you when I was young, Jaime. I can't love anymore because of everything that happened with you-"

"What exactly happened between us to make you so afraid of me?!"

The secret about their son almost came out of her mouth, but then she remembered herself and everything that she fought to protect the both of them from. Satine frowned and backed away slowly, telling him, "I don't have to explain myself to you-any of you actually. Why do you all feel the need to do so?"

Jaime grabbed her hand in his left hand and Satine ripped her hand away from him, holding instead onto the golden hand which gleamed in the sunlight. She relaxed a little bit as she let out a heavy sigh. "I am sorry for what happened to your hand...I did not know until it was too late just like everything else."

Jaime's other hand came to her face and caressed her cheek softly. "I love you."

Jaime's lips came closer to her own, hovering over them. Satine shook her head and backed away from him quickly. "We can't...especially after everything that has happened."

As Satine walked away from him, Jaime told her, "You have a beautiful singing voice, Satine."

Satine strode out of the gardens, trying to move her thoughts away from Jaime, her brother.

No one can know, she reminded herself. I need to speak to father.

TBC…

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