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Chapter 2
Jon Arryn is dead.
Her friend is gone forever. Never had she felt so lost and remembered the feeling of being alone again.
Tyrion was kind enough to send her a raven and told her about it.
A fever had taken hold of him, and he cried out for her name before his passing.
Since everyone's whispers spread to the entire kingdom, in order to quell their rumors of her being a mistress or secret lovers' child, she will go to Kingslanding to dispel those gossips.
Lord Lannister had actually allowed her to attend his passing.
So, they packed everything, and she took her direwolf with her to Kingslanding.
Tyrion will greet her once she arrives.
Tywin gave her quite a large party for her protection. Daesanne scoffs at his reasons.
What's the point? She is his glorified prisoner.
Cathwulf whines as she places her head on the lap. She mused and petted her fur, and her Direwolf is the most precious gift.
Quickly smell the awful stench in the air. She placed a handkerchief on her nose and mouth to cover the foul smell.
Her carriage has entered the yard where the King's court entrance is there.
Opening the door and came out holding her pup.
"Welcome to Kingslanding, Lady Flowers." A page came and bowed to her.
"My thanks."
She walked and was escorted by the page to watch from afar as the Silent Sisters prepared the corpse.
"It is truly tragic." She turned and saw Lord Varys, another supposed company she kept.
"Lord Varys." She bowed to him.
"I see that you enjoy the last gift from Lord Arryn. I am glad." Varys stood by her side as Queen Cersei and Jaime Lannister was across from them.
"Tell me, what am I supposed to do now? Now that the only one who cares about me is gone."
"I would say be careful around you. For you are in the den of lions." Varys always advised her.
Daesanne never wants the throne, even if it is hers by right. She saw what happened to those on that throne, and history repeats itself repeatedly.
One goes mad or becomes great, but not without bloodshed and wars to grab power from others.
Never knowing if she was a bastard or legitimate of the dragons, she couldn't claim it without the support of the lord of the realm.
"As you say, Lady Danielle." Lord Varys bowed his head and left her for a moment.
The game has changed, but for what purpose.
For months since she has been on the court, she plays the naïve, meek, obedient girl.
King Robert had his meetings with her and asked questions about her and their relationship with Jon Arryn.
Daesanne used her charms and wit to bring laughter from the King. Throughout the life of Robert, he was worried that Tywin would use the girl like that, but he found out that he was keeping her company as a friend would.
Though, she noticed prince Joffrey is a cruel boy.
He tortures animals and mistreats human beings like his playthings. She kept her pup out of the prince's reach and brought her pup around with her.
She immediately noticed that all three royal children don't look like Baratheon's. Varys already informed her that Cersei is cockhold her husband.
For life out of her, she couldn't imagine doing that to her husband, yet the queen looked bitter about her marriage to the King. The King doesn't even care about the people's lives, the court, or his family.
What was it that they always said, once they put a crown on your head, you will lose sight and reason of being King?
This is why she doesn't want the throne.
She would look at the hideous sight of that so-called throne.
'Scoffs. Iron Throne, my arse. It looks more like the burnt metal of junk just put together.' Her eyes would slightly glare until she was out of sight from that awful seat of power.
"My lady," a kind voice called her.
Being guarded by Ser Barristan is good for her. He is a kind and gentle man.
"I am not a lady." She replies gently.
"No matter what status or birth, you had always been a lady." He nodded to her.
They walked the walking path to the rose garden.
"I heard King Robert is traveling and bringing his family to the North."
"Yes," Ser Barristan answered. "It is the reason to see his most trusted friend."
Daesanne went and gently caressed a white rose among the colorful ones. Barristan had heard the rumors of this lady.
In fact, the whole court heard about the company of Jon Arryn and Danielle Hill or Flowers since they said her mother is from the reach.
Though she briefly met a few courtiers and tried to see her facial or familiar that she could be a daughter form her parents.
For the past days, no word came until the King's party had returned with his new hand.
Daesanne looked afar and entered her private chambers to be with her direwolf, who had grown in a few days. Ser Barristan has been kind to her and escorted her to see the orphans.
She would read them stories and give them some food with sweets from the kitchen that was about to be thrown away.
Daesanne held a little girl in her lap as she played with a doll. She told them the story of Orys Baratheon.
Ser Barristan has been observing her and sees a flash of sunlight almost blinded him. As he blinked them away, Prince Rhaegar Targaryen sat playing his harp.
He shook his head to get rid of such delirious memories as Rhaegar vanished is replaced by Daesanne, who had been sitting there this entire time.
'What was that?' He thought in confusion.
"My lady," Ser Barristan called out to her. Daesanne nodded and placed the little girl on the ground with her new doll to play with.
She went past and gave the maid a few coins for the children.
"Thank you, my lady." The woman bowed gratefully.
A horse is outside waiting for them.
"Pardon me, my lady." Ser Barristan kneeled, and Daesanne had to use his shoulder to lift herself to the horse saddle.
"Thank you."
Ser Barristan took the horse rein and walked back to the keep.
Two maids were waiting for her as Ser Barristan helped her off the horse and walked back inside with them.
"Ah, if it isn't a lady of Flowers." A smug voice paused her walk and looked back.
Ser Jaime Lannister.
Honestly, she hated his cocky tone of voice and was careless about his existence, and she knew what he did.
'How dare they compare themselves to Targaryen's? How can they live without shame and disgust of what they have done to this realm?'
"Ser Jaime." She monotone answered him.
"Imagine my surprise that now Jon Arryn is dead. What does that leave you?" Jaime taunted her.
"Stand down." Ser Barristan ordered Jaime. "Show proper courtesy to your lord father's ward."
"My apologies." He did not mean it.
Jaime Lannister for his life of him. Never thought his father would take in a ward, and rumors go around that same story. A member of a lesser branch of Lannister soldier who saved Tywin's life and took the poison.
His baseborn daughter, Lady Danielle Hill/Flower, was that child.
Jaime admits she is pretty, but Cersei would always be more beautiful in his eyes.
"Let us leave." She said as the maid escorted her back as. Jaime said, "Did you intend to leave without proper hello?"
"I am leaving without saying a thing to you." Her voice coldly said to Jaime Lannister. She left with the maids to take her back to the chambers.
"Must you say such things?" Ser Barristan lectures him. Jaime shrugged and said, "She never shows much of her face."
Jaime likes it when her purple eyes seem to be burning in rage. She is not one to care about Jaime nor wishes to be around him even though he is the son of the Lord of Casterly Rock.
He likes it when ladies are playing hard to get.
Months later…
Daesanne is attending court and heard about the Riverlands being burned.
"They burned most everything in the Riverlands, our fields, our granaries, our homes. They took our women, and they took 'em again," he said as the court gasped in shock. "When they were done, they butchered them like animals. They covered our children in pitch and lit them on fire."
Varys had informed her that Tywin Lannister is furious at Tyrion's kidnapping, and lady Stark is accusing him of attempted murder of her son.
"I keep… I used to… I used to own an alehouse, m'lord, in Sherrer, by the stone bridge," another petitioner spoke up. "The finest ale south of the Neck, everyone said so, begging your pardons, your grace. It's gone now like all the rest. They came and drank their fill and spilled the rest before they fired my roof, and they would have spilled my blood too if they'd caught me."
"It is Lord Hand." Pycelle corrected the man.
But Eddard Stark waved him off, careless about the titles.
Daesanne's mind wondered. It doesn't make sense. Tyrion is many things, but he is not a killer.
Something is not right.
Jon Arryn's death felt off. Who would benefit from his death? Certainly not the Lannisters. Everyone knows King Robert won't allow Tywin Lannister to be the Hand of the King.
Who else?
Wasn't it the Lannister or someone else who wanted this tension to happened?
She had this second that someone wanted the Starks and Lannisters to fight each other.
Cathwulf is almost grown fast, but not big enough.
Varys came to visit her that night.
"Tell me the truth, who hated the Starks more than Lannister Queen?"
Varys looked calm and spoken that night.
Lannister war camp…
"Summoned to court to answer for the crimes of your bannerman Gregor Clegane, 'The Mountain' . . . uh, 'arrive within the fortnight or be branded an enemy of the crown." Jaime read the letter. "Poor Ned Stark . . .brave man, terrible judgment."
Tywin looked calm, but deep inside, he was angry.
He finished sharpening his knife and lifting the front leg, "Attacking him was stupid."
He jabbed into the stag's pit region and the seam's vertical surface before reaching the ballsack, cutting them off, and removing the organs.
"Lannisters don't act like fools," Father dropped the entrails in a bucket. "Are you going to say something clever? Go on, say something clever."
"Catelyn Stark took my brother," Jaime said.
Father cleaned his hand and knife before going back to carving the stag, "Why is he still alive?"
"Tyrion?" Jaime asked.
"Ned Stark," Father answered.
"One of our men interfered, speared him through the leg before I could finish him," Jaime explained.
Why is he still alive," Father asked, lifting the skin, cutting the fat that held the hide to the flesh. I grabbed hold of it, making it more accessible.
"It would have been clean," Jaime answered.
"Clean?" His father spoke. "So, you left the man to suffer than a quick death?"
Jaime held back his tongue.
"You spend too much time worrying about what other people think of you," Father murmured.
"I could care less what anyone thinks of me," Jaime countered.
"That's what you want people to think of you," Father noted.
"It's the truth," Jaime defended.
Father went deep into the skinning, "When you hear them whispering "Kingslayer" behind your back – doesn't it bother you?"
Jaime shook his head, annoyed, "Of course, it bothers me."
"The lion doesn't concern himself with the opinions of the sheep," Father reminded. "I suppose I should be grateful that your vanity got in the way of your recklessness. He stopped talking for a moment, then said, "I'm giving you half of our forces – 30,000 men. You will bring them to Catelyn Stark's girlhood home and remind her that Lannisters pay their debts."
"I didn't realize you placed such high value on my brother's life," Jaime murmured.
"He's a Lannister," Father scoffed. "He might be the lowest of the Lannisters, but he's one of us. And every day that he remains a prisoner, the less our name commands respect."
"So, the lion does concern himself with the opinions of –"
Father turned around, giving a warning look, "No, that's not an opinion. It's a fact. If another house can seize one of our own and hold him captive with impunity, we are no longer a house to be feared."
Jaime gave him a challenging look. Father sighed, going back to the stag.
"Your mother's dead. Before long, I'll be dead. And you and your brother and your sister and all of their children. All of us dead; all of us rotting in the ground. It's the family name that lives on. It's all that lives on. Not your personal glory, not your honor, but family." Father said and turned to face Jaime. "Do you understand?"
Jaime only nodded in response.
Father stabbed the knife into the table and grabbed the rag to clean his hand.
"You're blessed with abilities that a few men possess. You are blessed to belong to the most powerful in the kingdoms. And you are still blessed with youth. And what have you done with these blessings, huh? You've served as a glorified bodyguard for two kings – one a madman, the other a drunk."
He tossed the rag down and walked over to Jaime, "The future of our family will be determined in these next few months. We could establish a dynasty that will last a thousand years. Or we could collapse into nothing, as the Targaryens did." He then cradles Jaime's cheek, "I need you to become the man you were always meant to be. Not next year. Not tomorrow. Now."
Jaime nodded silently but paused when Tywin said, "Wait a moment. I need something more since you will forsake your Kingsguard duty, and I command it. You will marry a girl of highborn of a royal bloodline that would ensure our legacy. No argument this time."
Jaime's hands shifted into a tight fist, and he left the tent.
Tywin thinks back, 'This time. The Lannister would finally grab a dragon into our bloodline this time.'
How very little does he not know his ward would rebel.
The hours after the execution of Ned Stark….
"Where is she?!" Joffrey yelled as Sansa Stark was missing since she was escorted back into her chambers.
"We search everywhere, your majesty."
"Then find her!" Joffrey ordered his Kingsguard. Everyone searched everywhere until one spoke, "Where is Lady Danielle Flowers?"
One sentence sent everyone to go crazy.
It looks like Lady Danielle Flowers packed belongings and disappeared. Many say that she decided to pray inside her chambers and even saw her eating the food they brought her.
The Kingslanding is under guard as they search for the missing ladies.
A carriage and rider were driving up for routine checks.
"What's your trade?" A guard questioned the older man with a hood.
"Oh, pots, pans, and few fabrics that the whores thrown away."
The second didn't notice he was hiding a sword inside his cloak.
"Heh. Trash like all of them poor shits are living on the streets." He joked to himself.
"Of course."
"Well, go on then! His papers are cleared."
The hooded man thanked them as they rode up to the hills and saw the capital going smaller.
"My ladies," He called to them in the back.
It revealed Daesanne with her direwolf still laying back there. She took the peasant clothing to disguise herself.
"You truly are bold."
The hood man is revealed as Ser Barristan the Bold. King Joffrey had dismissed him from his duty as a scapegoat for not protecting King Robert.
Varys came to him, and Daesanne planned to escape from the Lannister's grasp.
"Where will we go?" He questioned as the covered tent carriage revealed Sansa, thou she was a bit bruised from the beatings.
"My Lady," He startled but not surprised.
"Lady Sansa, you remain hidden." She told her. They managed to avoid the watchful eyes of the Lannister, but it won't be long before Joffrey orders Varys to start telling him things.
"I'm sorry. It was crowded a bit." The stark girl said.
"I understand, but at least wear a hood to cover your hair. If anyone noticed you, they would chase us." She persuaded the girl to remain hidden.
Sansa nodded but questioned them. "Where are we going?" Cathwulf's head popped out, panting as she wagged her tail.
"Perhaps the North or Riverlands at least," Daesanne said since Varys told them where to find her brother.
"Then, my ladies, we have a long journey ahead of us. Yaw!" He tugged the two horses to walk faster.
Daesanne nodded as she looked ahead of them. It was ashamed that they couldn't find Arya Stark anywhere.
No word of where she is. Varys commented that if he didn't hear from his birds, then no doubt Lannister didn't grab her.
That would mean she escaped.
She prays that Sansa's sister is safe.
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Next Chapter, North men caught them and brought them before the King of the North. Another prison for Daesanne, but Robb is intrigued by her presence.