The Rogue Stag
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Chapter 2- We're Going To Winterfell?
Aliviah awoke to a sunny day, not that she was particularly happy about that...
"Rosa?" She spoke heavily as she tossed around her bed not bothering to open her crystal blue eyes until a deep chuckle emitted from a figure besides her and her eyes flew open to see Jaime Lannister lounging in one of her comfortable cushioned chairs.
"Don't you have anything of import to do? I highly doubt staring at younger women is an important task, Lannister." Aliviah said, while her eyes flashed in anger for a brief second before they glazed over and she looked at him with interest.
"The King demand an audience." Jaime said as he looked at her with brief curiosity. She didn't miss the look he gave her and smirked in slyness.
"What's the matter, Jaime Lannister? My brother keep you up with his whores? How is your Cercei managing with that?" She asked with hate and chuckled at his confident face which quickly turned into a sour look. Jaime shook his head in anger, deciding not to say anything, he slammed Aliviah's chamber's door as he went past her with a 'whoosh'. Aliviah could see the fire in Jaime Lannister's eyes and could not help but feel a slight, warm flutter in her stomach. She had to admit that she felt sorry for any person who would stand in Jaime's way that day.
"Rosa!" Aliviah shouted after a while and waited for her caring handmaiden to walk through the doors of her large chamber, which she did after a few minutes of waiting. She enjoyed Rosa, she was a good handmaiden and never meddled in her business. That was how Aliviah liked it.
"Yes, my lady?" Rosa asked and bowed her head in a polite manner, Rosa was a pretty maid, her hair was as black as night and her eyes were so brown and warm anybody could get lost in them. She had an infinite amount of admirers who she immediately sent back. She was just a maid not a high-born lady but people loved her nonetheless and she loved them too. Unlike Aliviah, she was pleasant company who didn't trick you at every chance she got.
"Rosa, how many times must I tell you. It's Aliviah, I consider you as a friend. Friends call each other by their names." Aliviah said with exasperation before standing from her bed and stretching.
Rosa smiled and bowed her head with a soft small smile on her face, taking in what Aliviah said but considering not to act on it. "What would you like of me, my lady?" Rosa asked, stressing 'my lady' as Aliviah shook her head at the title but replied straight after.
"Stop calling me 'my lady' for one and a single braid please, Rosa." Aliviah said with a small smile on her face, knowing that it wasn't a good look to wear in King's Landing. Wearing your hair in a single braid wasn't extravagant and people in King's Landing would look down on you. The thing with Aliviah was that she simply didn't care what people thought of her. Simple.
Rosa raised her head, an eyebrow quirked in interest as she smiled at her mistress with amusement. "Just one?" She asked as she tilted her head to the side.
With a small burst of laughter, Aliviah nodded her head confirming Rosa's thoughts. This was King's Landing; known for big, fancy hair but Aliviah? No... She wasn't one of those prissy princesses who require such care. No. Aliviah was warrior.
"My brother, The King, demanded my audience. Do you know as to why he demanded such a thing?" Aliviah asked, curious. Her brother usually never demanded an audience with her. She was just a sister who fought in the war. Nonetheless, she was excited.
As Aliviah was thinking, Rosa walked over and started to braid her slick, dark brunette hair. Rosa did feel some sort of commitment towards her mistress, Aliviah saved her. Rosa owed Aliviah her life and nothing would stop her from paying her debt. Not only Lannister always paid their debts.
"No, mistress." Rosa replied and smiled briefly at her which Aliviah could see through the reflection of her grand mirror however at that moment in time she had only one thought in her bright, intelligent head; What did her brother want?
"Robert?" Aliviah asked, entering his large chamber. The smell hit her within a second and she shuddered in disgust, the stink of alcohol darted into her nose and she once again shuddered in disgust.
Walking ahead with caution, Aliviah felt a tad curious, she didn't know what she would find but she certainly didn't expect the scene she walked in on. Her brother, Robert, was in the middle of fucking a whore. She could see everything, his body, her body. Ew. She walked in on the middle of their act and even she had the decency of looking away but not without a squeak. She felt like wringing her hands onto his neck and cutting off his ability to breath. He was the one who demanded her presence and when she actually arrived he is fucking a whore. Perfect, this was exactly what she wanted.
Alviah shut her eyes and massaged her temple, why did she have to have such an idiot brother? At least, Stannis and Renly had some decency. Robert, obviously didn't. After a while of shuffling, groans and moans, she decided to open her eyes. Thankfully, it was a new sight and a much more satisfying one.
"You disgust me." Aliviah did not hide her disgust as her lip curled in a sneer and she looked at him with blue eyes that reminded Robert of their father's eyes when he was angry. They turned to ice crystals that could stab you with just a mere look.
Robert furrowed his brows and stood from his bed. "You should have knocked." He said easily as he turned to face her and look into her eyes without fear and intimidation.
"Since when do I knock Robert?" She humored him, knowing that he would find that a tad amusing, but he just shook his head. Suddenly, Robert looked tired and not the man that he pretended to be.
"Jon Arryn was found dead in his chamber on this morrow." Robert choked on his words and Aliviah looked at him, shocked, with the wave of emotion that she felt from Robert.
Jon Arryn; the man who took care of Robert for all of those years and took him under his wing was dead. Aliviah knew that the old man was like a father to Robert but he had never bothered about Stannis, Renly or her in general. It was always Rob and Ned. She could not feel a wave of emotions from herself at the prospect of hearing about his death because in truth; she didn't know him. Aliviah's face was unreadable as she looked down not knowing what to do or say to help ease the Robert was felling.
"Rob, I'm sure he passed in peace..." Aliviah tried to comfort Robert, using his old nickname for that reassurance but it didn't seem to have an effect as Robert gazed into the wall. Even if she and Robert didn't have a smooth relationship, they were still siblings and were together when they saw their parents drown. Blood is blood and Robert was her blood. Whatever either of Aliviah's brothers did, she would always love them with all of her soul, that was what family was about.
"Lysa Arryn! She is mad!" Robert exploded suddenly and Aliviah took a step back, afraid for her health. Robert was always a violent person and it was no lie when whores gossiped about his beatings meanwhile lovemaking... If one could call it that... To her it was an act of mere satisfaction. The act that Robert and his whores did wasn't what one would call 'love making'.
"What has she done to wrong you?" Aliviah asked curiosity dripping from her tongue like spit. Well, Robert and she knew from the first time Lysa Arryn arrived in King's Landing she was a crazed woman but now... Aliviah couldn't do anything to help the poor woman.
"She's taken the boy. Robin. Tywin Lannister will be angered, I don't need his anger." Robert replied in a way that she couldn't help but let out a small chuckle.
"Is that why you demanded my presence?" Aliviah asked, rolling her eyes at Robert. Aliviah was not permitted to show any emotions; this was King's Landing overall. The capital of Westeros and a fuck hole.
Robert looked to be thinking for a few minutes before he exclaimed. "Ah yes! We are going to visit Winterfell" Robert flashed Aliviah a grin and she gave out a loud laugh as her face lit up with mirth.
"You are not jesting with me are you?!" Aliviah exclaimed in an excited voice as he chuckled, shaking his head at her childish excitement. Robert just made her day a whole lot better, she was excited to see everyone.
"No, I'm going to ask Ned to be my hand." Robert said with pride in his voice and she furrowed her eyebrows, instantly going quiet. Ned would never want this. Didn't he realize what he would be doing to Ned's family?
"You would be taking him away from his family... Robert... Please." Aliviah choked out while looking at him with suddenly weary eyes as she continued with her voice breaking,
"He has children, Rob... Six of them, counting Jon Snow." Aliviah whispered and looked down as Robert's face quickly changed expression to rage, pure and utter rage that scared Aliviah down to her depths.
"You will not tell me what I can and cannot do! I am your king! Ned will be my hand and that is final!" He screamed and raised a hand to strike Aliviah with, however, this time she screamed back.
"How dare you! Mother always taught us to be good to our people! Who are you and what have you done to the Robert I used to know! Ned is not your brother or family! I am! I am the one who picked you up when you fell and what do I get for that!? A drunken fool that reminds me more of Aerys Targaryen then Robert Baratheon!" Aliviah screamed at him with tears in her eyes which slowly, one by one like crystal drops, started to escape and drip down her cheeks and onto the floor.
As soon as Robert's hand halted, he brought it back down again in a strike that would leave marks for weeks. At first there was silence. She could feel the hard painful lump in the back of her throat as the tears began to form. Slowly, her breathing hallowed itself and a small but intense pain struck the top nerve in her head. Before neither one of the siblings knew it there was shouting, they were Aliviah's, yet they seemed so distant. Tears streaked down her face. Time was non-existent right then and she knew when she would look up at her brother, his face would be unreadable and no signs of compassion or regret could be picked.
"I see now..." Aliviah trailed off, her hand on her cheek as she walked past the door. Not bothering to close it afterwards. Now, she knew that her Robert will never come back to her. Damn you Rhaegar! Damn you Lyanna!
"Look who we have here." A deliciously warm voice erupted from the side and Aliviah gasped as her hollow eyes looked at no one else but Jaime Lannister.
"Who? No one to you? I don't count to you, remember?" Her voice was filled with a tone of teasing and as she walked towards him; her hips swayed from side to side as she narrowed her eyes slightly. She was not in the mood for this, her cheek hurt like hell and she needed to get a rag with cold water.
"Well, your beauty astounds me." Jaime said and she snorted while shaking her head. Did he really think I would fall for that? No. Aliviah's thoughts were interrupted as her eyes darkened with anger and she came closer to him with each step she took.
"Be careful what you say, Kingslayer. We wouldn't want your sister to get jealous." Aliviah said and her lips turned into a sneer as she turned around and walked away from him with a look that said; 'don't come near me'.
What she didn't know however was that Jaime Lannister didn't have an angry heart just a sad one that was hers to fix.