A.N- Ok this is the redo, sorry just bear with me for a little longer. Spoiler alerts are within this story. Please no flags! I own nothing!

Mira sat at her desk and stared at the paper's scattered across it. 'Dock plan's and routine, guard schedules, Andros's schedule, his routine, etc, etc, etc…. When will it end?!' she thought picking up the Dock's weekly exports. 'Ok, no planned departure of armies. No large sums of money coming and going. Good…' So far she has been able to fort any plans Andros has had but she could never be sure if he'd try to start up once more. 'I must be vigilant. I cannot slip now..'

It's been a few days since the young king's Coronation and she has been able to receive sympathy for on lookers. Andros, being the monster he is helped greatly. A tear here, a quivering lip there and Lyman Lannister helped without even knowing it. Whenever the "Northern girl" came up in conversation he jumped to Mira's defense.

Mira felt slightly bad about tricking him but it wasn't all make-believe. He truly deserved to know and Mira thought a kinder stance would work better in her favor, and Mira was right. Now she had a 'Champion' defending her as well as stopping all business with Andros and the Whitehill's. "And we can't forget about Tom…" Mira said rubbing her temples to ease her headache.

Tom has also made a great impact on her plans. 'But I can't expect him to keep doing these things for free…' She thought. With her not being able to leave the Keep openly; it has been Tom who has gotten the things she needs, as well as fallow the people she needed to know everything about, he even covered up the 'Accident'. She would never forget that he not only saved her life but killed Sir Damien after she fled. She tossed the knife in to the bushes before she got to her room. 'I was a coward for running… I should have helped.' She thought remembering how mad he was when he found her the next day.

"If he ask about some-kind of pay, maybe I can make a deal… But what? I have nothing…" Mira picked up a blank sheet and jotted down a few ideas. "Maybe… Agh! I'll cross that river when I need to!…"

Mira stood, it was will passed midnight and her headache wasn't getting any better. She changed into her night dress, a knee high sleeveless dress. 'It's getting cooler because of winter… I'll have to start wearing my heavier gown..' She sat upon her bed and was about to blow the candle out but the letter she received hours ago from another handmaiden stared up at her. Mira stared back, unable to open it or just not wanting to.

"It must be from Lady Margaery…" She said slowing picking up the letter. She half wanted to just rip the letter. After everything Mira had done for her, never once asking for help, telling Cersei what she wanted to hear, and obeying her order to not talk to Lord Tyrion. "She doesn't understand, I've done everything she's asked but I will not stop helping my family." She opened the letter with a steel heart expecting to read that she was heading home. She was only slitly surprised that it only said;

Mira,

You must come to my room first thing in the morning.

Your Lady,

Margaery

Mira became very upset and tears started falling. Everything had been starting to go her way in King's Landing. Sure she has angered her Lady Margaery but it has always been worth the risk. She even accepted Sera for cutting her off because of her marriage talk to Lord Tarwick. She knew how much it all meant to her.

Mira loved it here, in court, and she was sure Rodrik and Asher could pull off wining this war. And war it would become.

Asher had gotten the army her family needed and Mira had fortied Lord Andros's plan to hire an army for Ludd Whitehill, she cut them out of the deal for Ironwood, and she even publicly made a fool of Andros! She was able to do all that and yet Margaery just couldn't understand. Right then she wished she was home in Ironrath. She wanted to be there when Asher and Rodrik tore the Whitehills apart but she still had work to do. Her headache grew worse. The stress seemed like it was winning at the moment. Mira can't afford to let that happen. She wiped her tearing eyes and thought about the last couple of days.

Mother Queen Cersei had forced Mira to get info out of her brother Tyrion for the murder of her son the king. She had already talked and wasn't able to get anything from him but Cersei said that it didn't matter. Now Mira waited to know her fate.

Would the mother queen keep her promise? Would she be forced to leave King's Landing? Would she be exiled by Margaery?

She didn't know.

But she couldn't afford to stop now. "Rest… I just need to Rest right now…"

She crawled into bed and lay down facing the wall. Her tears started once more, "…" She didn't get much sleep that night.

~~~ Somewhere else~~~

The man watched the 'women' love each other's months and sipped from his cup of wine. His mind was focused on another, namely his little viper Mira. He couldn't understand why he was so focused on her and not the whores sited upon his room floor. The whores were still fondling and kissing to his heart's content. He looked down and saw the bulge in his pants wanting to be free. 'At least my body knows what it wants…' he thought looking back to the girls as he drank some more.

The older women seemed to grow bored with each other and started eyes the handsome Lord. He couldn't blame them, he knew he was handsome and he was already half undressed. The blonde whore spoke, "Me Lord, wouldn' ye like ta join us her'?" He paid no mind the blonde whore. His eyes fallowed the dark haired one, she was starting to look a lot like Mira. He watched her fondle the older blonde one. He grew angry, half drunk on the wine, jealous of the blonde women.

In his drunkin' mind he saw Lady Mira smirking at him. 'How could someone so young out smart me?!' he thought to himself as he yanked the dark one off the blonde. In his mind Mira was the one looking up at him scared and confused but that damn smirk still lay upon her soft pale rosy lips. His eyes trained on those lips. "So young and beautiful.." he said aloud on accident as his other hand came up to stroke 'Mira's' lips with his thumb.

"Thank ye me Lord."' Mira' said in a voice not her own, looking from his face to the arm that still griped hers. Still holding 'Mira' he dragged her to the bed and threw her on it.

"Do not move!" He ordered pushing her back down when she tried to sit up. "Lay there!" He undressed her part way always imagining Mira. He pulled her blouse down around her waist and watched as she tried to fondle her own breast. "No!" he smacked her hand away and started doing it himself. The blond came over and started rubbing his naked back. He sat up and turned to the blonde.

"I only need one…" he said slamming the door when he pushed her out. He turned and saw 'Mira' sat upon his bed half naked and covering her plump chest. "Only one…" he smiled. The 'Mira' he saw stared at him fearful and the smirk was gone. 'Finally…' He thought as he grabbed her hair and forced his lips on hers. 'It's a shame little Mira will be dead soon.' He thought smiling as he 'forced' himself on 'Mira'. He couldn't wait to see her head roll and that beautiful smirking face finally gone.

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