Game of Thrones: Life on Canvas
Chapter 13 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.
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Chapter 13
Myrcella worked carefully, putting the finishing touches on her latest paintings. Finally done she straightened up in her seat and checked her work over. She nodded, satisfied and headed over to wash her hands. She had finally, fully, settled into her new apartment, new job and the changes this brought to her life. She was much happier now and she owed it all to the kindness of the Starks.
She did not forget that kindness, and despite their insistence otherwise, she was working hard to pay them back. Her relationship with Robb was also growing stronger by the day. She began to ponder; wondering where they could go for their next date. Robb was currently away with his family, he said he'd call her later. She was waiting for that phone call, maybe they could plan something then.
Her phone then buzzed, indicating she had a text. She dried her hands and went to check it, noting it was from Robb.
"Hey, everything's going great here, just thought I'd let you know, we'll likely be back about nine. I'll call you then, hope everything is alright with you?"
She smiled at that and replied. "Everything is fine Robb, thank you. Have fun, I'll talk to you then."
She hit the send button and, once the message was sent, she put her phone down. Things were certainly looking up, she began to wonder how she could spend the time from now until dinner.
As it turned out, she never made a decision, since, to her surprise, at that moment, there was a knock at the door. Confused she went to answer it.
'Who could this be?' She wondered, perplexed. 'I never asked anyone to come around.'
She soon got her answer when she opened the door. She froze, standing there, facing her, was her mother. Cersei smiled warmly at her daughter, yet wasn't surprised by her expression, or lack of response.
"Hello Myrcella." She said softly. "I understand your surprise, but I wasn't able to phone ahead."
Myrcella nodded slowly, before quickly recovering and clearing her throat.
"Hi mum, I…come in, please."
She stepped back and Cersei entered the apartment, with Myrcella closing the door behind her. Cersei looked around the apartment approvingly.
She then turned to Myrcella. "It's nice here…nicer than I thought."
Myrcella sighed and admitted. "It's a new place…my old apartment was, well, a mess basically."
She knew what her mother had meant by her statement. She also knew how her mother had found out about all of this.
'I don't blame you Tommen, you were just worried about me.' She thought to herself. 'But you and I are gonna have a serious talk next time we meet.'
Remembering her manners she spoke again. "Can I, get you something to drink, mum?"
"Thank you Cella, just water please." Cersei replied.
Myrcella nodded and headed through to the kitchen.
Myrcella's thoughts were whirling; wondering why her mother was here. She found herself suddenly very awkward, uncertain of what to say. She had scarcely spoken to her mother since moving away to become an artist. The only time she and her mother had interacted since then was the time Myrcella went around for dinner with the family. She returned to the main area of the apartment, setting the glass of water down on the table.
"Here you go mum, I…" She began, stopping when she saw her mother.
Her mother was looking at her recently finished painting, as well as the others she had done not that long ago. She felt her face heating up as her mother turned to her.
Bracing herself Myrcella began to talk. "Mum, listen, I know…"
But Cersei's words and smile surprised her. "These are really good, Cella. I'm impressed."
"I-I-You are?" She gasped in response.
Cersei nodded and went to sit on the couch, Myrcella sitting next to her.
"Yes; I'm also very proud of you." She revealed. "You're doing a great job, you're living your own life, you're also clearly very happy. That makes me happy."
Myrcella could hardly believe it. "I, I thought, but, I thought you…"
But then it made sense to her.
"You never were against me becoming an artist." She realized. "It was me moving away, wasn't it?"
Cersei nodded. "Yes, I was just…scared, concerned, you were moving up here. You would be alone, in the cold. I just wanted you to be safe."
Myrcella bit her lip, suddenly feeling very foolish.
She couldn't believe what she was hearing, it all made sense to her and now she realized her mistake.
'Mum was never against me being an artist, just against me going off to live in the North. She would have been happy for me to remain home and still follow my dream and make my own way.' She realized. 'I would have been safer there, but still…'
She smiled and nodded. "I understand what you mean mum, but, look at it this way. If I hadn't come here…I'd never have reunited with Robb, we would never have started dating."
"True, and that's what's made you most happy." Cersei admitted.
Then finally, smiling together, mother and daughter embraced each other as they finally reconciled their differences. Myrcella couldn't help but let out a relieved sigh; it was as if she was finally free of the last thing that had been weighing on her.
Now she felt much happier, she and her mother finally released their hold on each other and straightened up. There was a brief pause, but, unlike other times, there was no awkwardness. It actually felt comfortable.
"You know, if you're still looking for customers, I can talk to Taena." Her mother offered. "She's very interested in art and she knows others who are."
Myrcella smiled gratefully. "I'd appreciate that mum, thank you."
Cersei nodded, Myrcella had a feeling however, there was something else her mother planned to say.
Finally, after mulling it over for a while, her mother made up her mind and turned back to face her.
"Oh, there's something important I should let you know about." She said quickly. "It's, well, I was told you already knew about it. But, Tommen, he's…he's told the truth, about himself."
Myrcella tensed, realizing what this meant; her little brother had come out.
Cersei nodded. "He also introduced us to his boyfriend. He and Robin seem very happy together."
Myrcella smiled warily. "They are."
"Yes, that's what I thought too." She replied. "It's all good then."
Myrcella let out a relieved sigh, realizing that her mother had accepted Tommen. Finally, she was hopeful that her family would be well, now there were no more secrets.
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