1. Lords, Knights and Bastards.

3 years later.

"Sanjay, what are you doing?" Ellyn asked from the door of the small room.

It was long past Sanjay's hour to wake up from bed, but the little four-year-old was still hiding beneath the bed sheets. When he heard the woman's voice he lazily opened one of his big blue eyes and looked at her.

"I'm tired," he said with a voice that sounded too baby-like for him. Even though he was only four, Sanjay was already almost as tall as some boys three years older than him, and it was shocking the contrast that there was between his aspect and his real age.

Ellyn chuckled and approached the bed, sitting on it. She smiled at the boy and touched the tip of his noise playfully.

"Well, if you hadn't stayed up until past midnight last night, then you wouldn't be tired today!" she exclaimed, earning a low grunt as a response. "What were you doing up so late, young man?"

"I couldn't sleep..."

"Why? You usually sleep all through the night!"

"I had nightmares."

The smile disappeared immediately from Ellyn's face, and it was replaced by a worried frown.

"Oh. Again?"

Slowly, Sanjay nodded. He grabbed the sheets and his himself more underneath them, leaving only his jet black hair in view.

"What was it this time?" Ellyn asked.

"A lion," Sanjay said, recalling his dream. "It was coming to eat me!"

Ellyn's worried expression disappeared and she laughed in a sweet and joyful way. Sanjay usually scowled when people laughed at something he said, but he knew that Ellyn wasn't laughing at him so he smiled a little bit. If Ellyn was laughing, then it meant that what was worrying him wasn't so bad.

"Sanjay, you don't have to be afraid of lions! There are none around here!"

"Yes there are! Aylard told me that his father told him that there are white lions!"

"That's in the Great Grass Sea across the Red Waste. You don't have to worry, the lions won't come. And the other lions are even farther away, in Casterly Rock!"

Sanjay's eyes opened wide when he heard the name of that location, recognizing one of the great castles in Westeros, the land far, far, far away from where they lived, beyond the Free Cities and the Narrow Sea! Full of excitement characteristic of a boy his age, he jumped in the bed and got rid of the covers. He looked at Ellyn with wide and pleading eyes lighted up with awe.

"Westeros!" he exclaimed and he clapped his hands. "Tell me more about it, Ellyn! Please!"

"But Sanjay, you need to get dressed! You can't stay in bed all day!"

"I won't!" he promised. "Please! Please! I will get dressed if you tell me stories! I promise!"

Ellyn sighed, defeated. She knew that she had to give up trying to get Sanjay get out of bed before she told him some stories about Westeros, because he was stubborn like no one else! While most toddlers and little boys were stubborn, yes, Sanjay was three times more headstrong. He might be only four years of age, but he always got away with what he wanted! Apart from his stubbornness, the fact that he was one of the most adorable infants that she had ever seen in her life helped him a lot to get what he wanted, because it was difficult to deny him anything.

Besides, Sanjay had promised he would get dressed after hearing stories, and he always kept his promises no matter what. Ellyn wondered where he had gotten that from, but it didn't escape her notice that the little boy not once told a single lie.

"Alright, little one, we'll do it your way..." she smiled. She got up from the bed and walked to a small wood table that was out against the wall of the room, and on top of it rested a small book.

Ellyn was a commoner and had grown up poor in Westeros, but both her parents served a noble family in a castle and that had given her the opportunity to learn how to read, which helped her to become a better servant when her turn to take a job in the noble household came. When she came to Essos and found that book some moons ago in a market, she decided she needed to have it. The money she earned was enough to buy it, and so she did purchase it. It was a book about the recent history of Westeros, which talked about the War of the Five Kings. She knew it was a good idea to have it so that she wouldn't forget where she came from, and so that she could someday explain to Sanjay where his roots were. She had thought she would have to wait until Sanjay grew a bit older to tell the stories to him, but Sanjay was a very smart boy.

She returned to the bed, where the little boy had made some room for her, and she sat there at his side. She opened the book. It was illustrated with images of the castles of Westeros, the sigils of the great Houses, and there were some illustrations of who appeared to be some of the lords and ladies of those Houses. It was an expensive book, but with the money that Ellyn always received from Cersei Lannister, and the money she earned in some jobs that she took, it was more than enough to buy it. It was worth it.

She opened the book, and it opened on the page of House Tully. Sanjay gasped with excitement.

"My favorites!" she exclaimed, and Ellyn raised her eyebrows.

"Really? Why?" she wondered, tilting her head to the side.

The four-year-old shrugged.

"I don't know... I like their hair!" he said, putting his hand on the page, touching the drawing of a Tully woman with auburn hair. "It's very pretty..."

"Yes, it is. The members of that House were famous for their hair. And their eyes."

She had seen one of the Tully ladies once. Ellyn had been surprised by her beauty, but most of all by her blue eyes. They were impressive, like the sky of the clearest day of summer. She had often found herself thinking that Sanjay's eyes had that same tone of blue...

"I don't like the fish," Sanjay said, wrinkling his nose and snapping Ellyn out of her thoughts. Sanjay turned some pages and when he found what he was looking for, he pointed at it. "I like their sigil!"

The falcon of the Vale. Yes, Sanjay liked birds very much...

"That is where I am from," Ellyn told him, smiling and remembering the little town in which she had grown up, next to the impressive mountain where the Eyrie was. "When I was older I went to Dorne, and then I moved to the capital, King's Landing."

"That's where I am from, right?"

"Yes."

"Who is this?" Sanjay asked then, pointing to the image of a young man with auburn hair and blue Tully eyes with an iron crown on his head in the form of swords and a wolf by his side.

"That is Robb Stark, the... the King in the North," Ellyn whispered, and Sanjay looked up at her frowning.

"Why are you whispering?"

"Because it is a secret. You see, Lady Cersei doesn't like it when people call Lord Stark the King in the North. He was at war with her son and many bad things happened."

"What things?"

"I will tell you when you are older."

Sanjay wanted to protest, but he knew that when he was told that something was better kept a secret until he was older, it was for a good reason.

"Besides, Lady Cersei doesn't like his sister, Lady Stark."

"Why not?" Sanjay asked again.

"Because she won the war against the Lannisters. She helped the Dragon Queen conquer the city... and that is why now you and I live here."

"I like it here!" Sanjay exclaimed. "But why did Lady Stark help the Dragon Queen? I've heard she's bad..."

"Because Lady Stark wanted to marry a man, and they wouldn't let her. So she fought and ended the war that her brother had started."

Actually, that wasn't the real story, but Ellyn didn't know all the details and she didn't know how to explain it any better, so she thought that was as close as she could get. Rumors about Sansa Stark had spread all over Westeros back in the day, and the wenches talked in the kitchens about how the the King's betrothed had betrayed him with none other than the Hound. What happened between that and more than a year later, when Sansa Stark helped Daenerys Targaryen attack King's Landing with her dragons, Ellyn didn't know. She wished she did, though.

"Who was the man, a knight?" Sanjay asked. The little boy loved knights, and he got overly excited with stories about them and how valiant they were, doing good for the people and rescuing fair maidens and the people that were weaker than them.

The Hound wasn't a knight as far as Ellyn knew, but he was of the Kingsguard before he committed treason. She shrugged.

"More or less. Not exactly but I guess you could say so."

Satisfied with the answer, Sanjay turned the pages, and he found an image of the sigil of House Lannister, with the golden lion on a field of crimson. Sanjay wrinkled his nose, not very happy about the image of the lion.

"I don't like this House very much."

That took Ellyn by surprise.

"Why?! Lady Lannister is our Lady! Well, she is our Queen. She gives us everything that we need to live and more," she said, looking around at the small but fairly accommodated house in which she and the child lived since almost three years ago. Back in Westeros she couldn't have afforded to live in a place half the size of that one, or eat good food every day and buy new clothes for her and the child that had been placed under her care.

"I know, but..." Sanjay murmured, suddenly sounding very sad. He pouted, which he only did when he was very disappointed or worried about something that he had done. "She doesn't like me."

"Don't say that!"

"It's true!" the little boy protested. "She has a bad face when she sees me, she's never happy. She doesn't let me play with the other boys, she always tells them to go away. She's mean," he pouted again. "What did I do? Why doesn't she like me?"

Ellyn sighed, not knowing what to say. What Sanjay was saying was, sadly, true. Cersei Lannister did not like Sanjay, and she was displeased whenever the boy was anywhere near her. It didn't go unnoticed to Ellyn how the Lannister woman always referred to Sanjay as "Waters" and seldom said his given name; the boy was just a bastard to her, and she made sure to express how shameful that was in her eyes. Sanjay was right, that woman did not like him, and Ellyn still had no idea why even after four years of having taken care of the boy under Cersei's orders. A chill ran down her spine when she remembered the day they escaped King's Landing and the Lannister woman had ripped the baby off her arms and almost threw him overboard to let him drown or be eaten by the sea monsters.

She could not tell that to Sanjay, of course. That was not a proper thing to tell a four-year-old, and Lady Lannister (or Her Grace, as she was still addressed as by some people) would be extremely displeased if she were to find out that Ellyn had told Sanjay about that. So instead, she decided to simply shrug her shoulders.

"I don't know. I don't think she dislikes you. She's just a busy woman and has much in her mind and often acts in ways that might look aggressive to you," she said. "But she's a kind woman. She gave you to me to take care of you."

Sanjay didn't say anything in response. He entertained himself looking at the pages that had Tyrell and Baratheon illustrations, and after a few moments of silence he looked at Ellyn again.

"Can I be a lord when I grow up?"

Ellyn laughed a little bit, amused by the question. Oh, the innocence that small children possessed...

She shook her head, heartbroken to have to said "no" to him.

"No, Sanjay. Only sons of lords can become lords..."

"Oh..." he murmured, disappointed. He thought about something for a few minutes before asking, more hopeful: "And a knight?"

This time Ellyn nodded.

"Yes, you can be a knight."

"Good! I'm going to be the bravest knight of them all!" he exclaimed with renewed excitement.

"And the tallest and strongest, if you continue growing like this!" Ellyn exclaimed, admiring again how much the little boy had grown. If she didn't know him, she would think he was much older.

Sanjay smiled, pleased with himself. Ellyn chuckled, and then she closed the book about Westeros.

"Well now, what did you promise me before?"

In less than the blink of an eye, Sanjay was already jumping out of bed and running towards the tub in which he usually took a quick hot bath in the morning to be clean for the day. Ellyn laughed and followed him; she helped undress him and bathe him, and then Sanjay put on his own clothes, saying that he was already a big boy and wanted to do things himself. Ellyn found herself feeling sad with how quickly the boy that had been given to her as a ten-day-old babe was growing up. She felt very motherly instincts towards Sanjay, and truth was that she feared what would be in store for him I the future. The Lannister woman wanted him for something, yet she did not love him? What were her plans? When would Sanjay be old and big enough for those plans? Would the little and sweet boy that she had cared for like a son be safe?

As she broke her fast in company of the child, she wondered silently what secrets laid there behind his existence. She often wondered about those kind of things, although she had been told not to ask questions, but she couldn't help it. Who were his parents? Why had he been alone at such a young age? Why did the Queen have an interest in him, yet hated him so much?

Even if she didn't want to think about it, Ellyn couldn't help but worry about what would happen to that boy when... When she wasn't able to take care of him anymore.

"Are you sad, Ellyn?" Sanjay asked then, breaking the silence that had reigned over them for the past minutes. She snapped out of her thoughts and smiled.

"No," she said, shaking her head.

Sanjay wasn't very convinced. He had always been fairly good at reading people's emotions, specially Ellyn's, so he frowned when he got that answer. However he didn't say anything.

"We are going to be late!" Ellyn exclaimed then. She had to go to her lady's palace to do her job. Since Sanjay had grown up and she was finally able to leave him alone, she had taken a job alongside the wives of the soldiers in the Lannister army that had fled with Cersei to Essos and worked as a seamstress. While she worked, Sanjay spent time with a master that Cersei had assigned to the boy so that he would become a great rider. Despite the dislike that Cersei Lannister had for the little boy, Ellyn was surprised by the things that the woman gave to the boy. She had also made sure that he could learn to read and write.

They hurried to clean up after themselves and ran out of the house, throwing themselves to the streets of Qarth.

Qarth had been their home for the past three years thanks to Cersei Lannister. She had travelled with her people by ship until they reached the glorious city, which was the farthest they could get from Westeros without starving first. They couldn't stop in the Free Cities because Queen Daenerys Targaryen would immediately find them there, and neither could they go to Slaver's Bay because those cities were under the rule of the Dragon Queen as well. Qarth, however, had declared war upon the new Queen, and they gladly invited the enemy of the Mother of Dragons inside their walls. Cersei had quickly made sure that her and her people's places in the city were permanently secured by doing what she always did best... take a lover. It wasn't common knowledge, but gossip was always quick to spread, and not many secrets could be kept in that city... Secrets couldn't be kept anywhere, really, and the people of Qarth weren't really quiet about private matters like those.

Cersei Lannister's relationship with one of Qarth's rulers was what kept her treated like the Queen she was back in Westeros: she lived in one of the biggest and most beautiful and luxurious palaces in the city, surrounded by servants and jewels and gold and the most exquisite fabrics, the best food and the sweetest a wines of the world. She desired for nothing. At the same time she had protection, and her army and the people that had come with her from Westeros were taken care of as well, even though they were treated like the commoners they were, but they couldn't complain about anything. Ellyn certainly couldn't complain about anything! She had everything she could want to watch after Sanjay and herself, even though she did need to make extra money for some things. The fact that Cersei have her a place to live and money to buy just enough food didn't mean that no more things were needed from time to time. After all, she wanted Sanjay to have the best. The poor boy deserved as much.

They reached the stables of the palace where Cersei lived in Qarth, and Sanjay raced inside followed by Ellyn. His master, a Dothraki man that had left his khalasar years ago after an accident that left him unable to ride a horse, was already waiting for the boy. Ellyn looked nervously at the copper-skinned and dark-eyed man; he always intimidated her.

"Rakhi!" the riding master said in Dothraki in a rather disdainful way. He always spoke to little Sanjay in a harsh tone, although the boy didn't mind. Although the man spoke the Common Tongue, he always ordered Sanjay around in his native tongue, and the boy was quickly learning to understand the language; he better understand the orders that were given to him of he wanted to avoid being reprimanded. Ellyn hated it when Sanjay's masters treated him harshly in any way, but there was nothing she could do to avoid it. She wasn't his mother after all, and she wasn't paying for his upbringing. "Gwe!"

"Ai!" Sanjay responded also in Dothraki. He looked at Ellyn one last time before running off to start his lesson. "I'll see you later, Ellyn!"

She waved goodbye for a couple of seconds and saw him run towards the end of the stables, where the pony that he always rode was waiting for him. Sanjay wasn't old enough to ride a normal sized horse and that was the reason why he rode a pony, but the animal was big enough to look like a small horse instead of a pony, and it was very ill-tempered. Ellyn was afraid of Sanjay mounting that animal: it was a black wild beast. She feared that someday it might throw Sanjay off it's back, but the boy always managed to easily climb on the beast's back in a matter of seconds as if it was the easiest thing in the world, and then he rode the pony (or small horse) with the same incredible ease.

She couldn't stay in the stables anymore, and Sanjay was going to leave with his master for his lesson that morning anyways so she left and made her way to the entrance of Cersei's palace. Once she was inside she walked through the hallways full of wealth towards the room where every day she and the other women gathered to work. Cersei refused to have them all love off her money without anything in return. Only a very small number of women had come with her, around ten, and all the other women had been left behind in Westeros because there was no place for them in the ships or because they were in Casterly Rock and not in the capital with their husbands. A great number of Lannister soldier didn't even have wives.

The women were already in the room, sitting down on comfortable cushions while working on their needlework. The room had big windows that allowed the air to come in and maintain the place fresh so that they could work. Some of the women were talking, telling each other stories of sharing a little bit of gossip. They greeted Ellyn when she arrived.

"Good day, Ellyn," one of them, a dark haired woman called Sarah, said with a gentle smile. They were of much better birth than Ellyn, the only difference between them was that they were married to soldiers and she wasn't, but their background was almost the same and so they never mistreated the young woman when she was in their company.

"Good day," she said, smiling as well. She took her usual place sitting on a cushion and picked up her day's work. She had been working on a dress sewing some flower embroidery into it for the last two days.

"You were a bit later than usual today, Ellyn," Sarah mentioned casually while she focused on her needlework as well.

"Yes, I got distracted back in the house. Sanjay wanted to hear some stories, and I couldn't say no," she smiled.

"Stories?"

"He is a very curious boy," Ellyn explained.

"I've always been curious about the origins of that boy, haven't you?" Sarah asked, frowning. "He isn't your son, isn't he?"

Ellyn shook her head, and Sarah continued speaking while the other women sewed and listening.

"It's rather interesting how Queen Cersei treats him," Sarah mention in a hushed voice. She didn't really want unwanted eavesdropping ears hearing that. "It's known that she doesn't like him."

"She hates him, actually," a blonde petite woman, Lysa, said then, joining the conversation. "Everybody can tell."

"However she makes sure that you care for him, hires masters for him?" Sarah added, raising her eyebrows. "I've heard that she allowed him to learn to read and write alongside the richer children. And hasn't she hired a master rider to teach him how to ride?"

"A Dothraki rider, yes," Ellyn nodded, not taking her eyes off the the roses she was sewing into the fabric.

"The Dothraki are the best riders in the world!"

"Queen Cersei is just very generous, that is all..." Ellyn said, trying to take importance off the matter. She didn't like the amount of attention that Sanjay called from everyone else because of how odd everything about him was. Even she thought there was something suspicious, but she didn't want other people sticking their noses in things that were none of their business.

"Oh, I don't think that is all, Ellyn!" Lysa exclaimed then, rather excited, and the other women nodded. "There is something odd about that boy. I think he's a very important bastard, and you don't know about it!"

Ellyn shot daggers through her eyes. She hated it when people openly called Sanjay "bastard", but there was nothing she could do about it. After all, it was the truth, but she found it very distasteful. Lysa didn't notice the way in which Ellyn was looking at her.

"An important bastard? What do you mean, Lysa?" Sarah asked with genuine curiosity.

"Well, he is not just some commoner's bastard, that is for sure. And he's from King's Landing... If Queen Cersei hates him but at the same time cares for him, could it be that he is a Lannister bastard? What is he's a bastard of the Imp?!"

"Impossible," Ellyn scoffed, amused by such a stupidity. "Does he look like a Lannister to you?" Sanjay completely lacked the Lannister look, with his black hair and blue eyes.

"Besides, look at his size!" Sarah chuckled, provoking an explosion of laughs from the other women.

"Might be he's a Baratheon bastard? He has the looks, with that hair and the blue eyes... I've heard King Robert was like that, and he had many bastards... He looks like a strong boy, too!"

"A Baratheon bastard? Isn't he too young to be one of them? If he were a year older or so, I could believe it..."

The women continued their speculation, but Ellyn decided to stay out of it and keep to her needlework quietly. She didn't care about all the gossiping going on around her, even though she couldn't deny she did want to know who Sanjay really was... Maybe someday, hopefully, Lady Lannister would reveal it...?

Not an hour had passed when she started feeling unwell. At first she thought it was the heat, characteristic of Qarth, and she dismissed the dizziness that she was feeling and the discomfort inside of her. She tried to focus on her needlework again, but a minute later she started coughing and she dropped the fabric and the needles to her feet, and she bent over while coughing. She covered her mouth with her hands.

"Ellyn?" Sarah asked, alarmed. "Ellyn, are you alright?!"

The woman made an attempt to stand up and go to aid her friend, but Ellyn raised her right hand and stopped her. She was still coughing, though a bit more lightly now, and she covered her mouth with her left hand.

"I'm fine, cof cof, Sarah, don't... Cof! ...worry... Cof cof!"

"Are you sure?"

"I'm fine!" Ellyn insisted, feeling her throat sore and something wet in her mouth and in her hand.

She managed to convince Sarah, who returned to her needlework. Ellyn coughed a couple more times and then recovered. She had a foul salty taste in her mouth and tears in her eyes. She tried taking a deep breath and then she looked at her hand...

...There was blood on it.

She quickly cleaned her hand in her long dark skirt and looked around to make sure no one had noticed what had just happened to her. Luckily for her, all the other women were focused on their work and didn't pay attention to the blood in her hand. If news that she was sick reached Cersei Lannister, Ellyn was sure that the woman would kick her out to the street and she would place Sanjay under somebody else's care. It was the last thing that Ellyn wanted, but she knew that it would happen of she wasn't careful.

She hadn't felt very good for some time, but she didn't think that it was anything serious. However, now having seen the blood that she had spat into her hand, she was afraid.

"Ellyn, are you sure you are alright?" Sarah insisted, putting down her needlework for a second to look at her. "You look pale!"

"I'm fine," Ellyn said again, nodding her head and hiding the part of her skirt that was now stained with her blood. "It was just a bit of coughing, nothing else."

The hours passed quickly, and soon her work day was done. Once she was finished with that day's needlework she put everything away, ready for the next day, and after saying her goodbyes she left the room and the other women behind. She didn't want to stay in the palace any longer than she needed to because she wanted to be on time to pick Sanjay up from the field where he practiced his horseback riding inside the city, not far from the palace. In most days it wasn't possible for him to practice outside the city walls, even though his Dothraki master thought that riding in the Garden of Bones under the dessert sun would make him strong and fierce. Well, Ellyn didn't want Sanjay to be strong and fierce, she wanted him to be safe, so she was glad when most of the days the guards would not open the city walls for the boy to go outside. There were special areas in the city that were used as riding fields and were owned by the rich people of Qarth, and Sanjay could always rode in the one that now belonged to Cersei Lannister's household.

The sky was already turning dark. The days were short because it was winter, and the nights were very cold. Ellyn did not appreciate the weather, but she tried to avoid complaining because she knew that in Westeros it was much worse. In Qarth at least she had shelter and food and a hearth fire to keep her and the boy warm, and she wouldn't starve or freeze to death in the winter nights like she probably would have done back in the Seven Kingdoms.

She walled through the streets of Qarth until she reached the field in which Sanjay was riding under the close watch of his Dothraki master. Usually Ellyn went to pick him up at the stables, or he was already done with his lessons in the days that she went to the field. That day, however, when she arrived the boy was still riding, even after having been hours and hours on too of that enormous and ill-tempered pony.

Ellyn knew already that Sanjay was a very good horse rider. He was a natural, actually, and she had always wanted to see with her own eyes just how well he rode. Everyone who had ever seen him had expressed to her their amazement with the boy and how skilled he was a such a young age, when most Westerosi boys couldn't even gallop properly at an older age that him.

Even though he had been galloping for many hours already, Sanjay didn't look tired at all, at least not from the distance. His face, normally cheerful and relaxed, had an expression of deep and in breakable concentration as the big pony galloped through the place at a high speed. Ellyn hadn't expected Sanjay to ride so fast! Her heart skipped a beat when the pony reached the corner and turned around all of a sudden, making it look for a second like Sanjay was dangerously close to falling, but the four-year-old knew well was he was doing and he had his legs tightly wrapped around the pony's sides and his feet firmly placed in the stirrups. But what surprised Ellyn more wasn't that; it was that Sanjay wasn't holding the reigns, but a bow and arrow instead.

The bow was small, for for his size. Sanjay held it firmly with one hand and pointed with the arrow towards a target placed on top of a wooden pole several yards away from him. His Dothraki master shouted an order in his native language, and Sanjay shot the arrow. Ellyn watched it fly towards the target on the pole and hit it right in the middle, sending it flying off the pole. Ellyn stared in awe, amazed that the boy had managed to hit that target. Surely it had been beginner's luck? Or had he been doing that for a long time and she just didn't know?

She confirmed hat it wasn't beginner's luck when she saw Sanjay shoot five more arrow. Into other targets at different distances and hitting all of them right in the middle. She didn't know whether she should be proud of his skill, or horrified. What was he doing, shooting arrows at such a young age?! He was no Dothraki savage, he was a little boy from Westeros!

She was still a bit in shock when suddenly she saw the Dothraki master open a small cage that was at his side and releasing a pigeon from inside of it. The pigeon flew away over his and Sanjay's head while the boy was still galloping on his pony, still holding the now and another arrow in his hands. The master shouted the same order as before, but this time Sanjay hesitated. The man yelled the order yet again, and Sanjay obeyed.

He raised his bow and arrow and shot the pigeon down. Ellyn gasped.

"Sorohis!" shouted the Dothraki master, and Sanjay halted his pony. He jumped off the saddle and went to retrieve the arrows from the shot targets before meeting with his master.

The man started talking to Sanjay (or rather shouting) both in Dothraki and in the Common Tongue, but Ellyn could not hear what he said. She saw Sanjay looking down at his feet, and then his master shouted something else before smacking Sanjay in the back of the head. Ellyn gasped again and took a step forward, wanting to go and protest, but something stopped her. After saying something else, the man took the pony's reigns and sent Sanjay away. He walked in Ellyn's direction and looked surprised when he saw her standing there waiting for him.

"Ellyn!" he exclaimed.

She was still angry about the Dothraki man's behavior towards the little boy, and she was also still a bit in shock over what she had just witnessed.

"Sanjay, that was..." she tried to find the right word to describe what she had just seen, but she couldn't seem to find one, "crazy," she finally said, realizing that that was the only fitting word that she could come with. "How long have you been doing that?!"

"Since I stopped falling from the pony while galloping," Sanjay said, which meant that he had been shooting arrows almost since the beginning because he had stopped falling very early after getting on the animal for the first time.

"Why?!"

Sanjay shrugged.

"It's what the Queen wants."

Ellyn was shocked as well by the answer.

"Cersei Lannister wants you to learn to shoot arrows?"

Sanjay nodded.

"But why?! You are so young!"

"So that I become a great warrior, apparently. That's why my master was angry with me. I'm too slow shooting the birds, he says. A real warrior will not wait for me to shoot him when he tries to kill me, he says. I must not hesitate. Hesitation is for the weak, and there is no place for the weak in the world," he said, and his expression turned sad suddenly. "I don't want to shoot the birds, but I don't want to be weak. I want to be a knight, and knights are not weak."

"You are not weak, Sanjay..." Ellyn murmured, not really knowing what to say. What kind of things were they teaching that poor boy?! But if those were the Queen's orders, she was no one to contradict them... She kneeled on front of the boy and pulled him into a right and protective entrance. It was the only thing she could do at the moment. "You are not weak at all. You are the strongest boy I've ever seen in my life."

"Really?"

"Yes, really," she nodded. Then she let go of him and stood up. She looked into his bright blue eyes, still so innocent, and wondered for how much time they would keep being so pure and innocent. How long would it take for the Lannister woman to destroy that goodness in Sanjay, if she continued with the plans she had for the boy?

She sighed. They both had had enough for one day. She took his hand.

"Let's go home."

Upon hearing those words, Sanjay smiled. It made Ellyn smile too.

Okay, so I wanted to show a bit of what Sanjay's life looks like when it's somewhat kind of normal, before it's all chaos xD

I found the Dothraki words in an online Dothraki dictionary that I found, and the meanings of the words are:

-Rakhi: "Boy."

-Gwe: "Come", "let's go."

-Ai: "Yes" (obedient way.)

-Sohoris: "halt" (a horse.)

So I hope you liked this chapter showing a bit of Sanjay's early life. The next chapter will show more of his POV, while this one showed more of the woman that raised him, the only sweet person that aced for him in his childhood. More action is going to come! But now, being 4 years old...

Pleaaaaaaaase, review? :D