Author's Note: Hello, everyone! This is the fourth chapter and I have to be honest, I am so excited writing this chapter. I'm still having trouble introducing new characters and at the same time limit how much they talk because I really find it hard for the characters to exchange too much words. But anyways, here's the fourth chapter. I still don't own Game of Thrones (obviously). Enjoy!

Long Live the Boy-King

Chapter Four: Feeling Blue

Cersei's Point of View

I can't believe I'm still having breakfast with these fools. They think that they belong here in Westeros just because my father knows this pathetic excuse for a lord. And this… this mouthy bitch dare speak to me in such tone. I am the Queen and even if you are not from here you will respect me. But no, they decided to talk back to me like I'm some peasant lying around in the streets, easy to kick down. Tommen can't come to my aid because what does he know? He's only a child for heaven's sake. He doesn't know these two well, yet. He hasn't seen how terrible they are, trying to steal my family from me.

Father, of course, defended them and tried to stop me from talking. I'm not surprised he's been brainwashed by these fools. Ferardo has always been that perfect son he never had. He's good in everything, he said when he came home from Bedoco. He could handle swords and wear no armor and still kill five men. He could speak ten languages and read ancient inscriptions. I tried to tell him that Jaime exists and I do, too, even the dwarf. I wasn't surprised when he dismissed the conversation immediately. I thought we would never hear about the perfect little boy named Ferardo.

What a shame that after all those years of silence from my father's adventures, this very boy, now a man, suddenly shows up dressed in fine coats and even brought gifts to my son. And guess what, my father still adores him like he's some kind of exotic toy. The perfect son he could never have.

"I'm sorry, your Grace. I'm not feeling well. I will go back to my chambers now." I turned to my son and set down the glass of wine that I have been clutching for the past hour now. I can't bear to be breathing the same air with these people. I don't like them and they certainly aren't fond of me as well. Good for them, at least they have the slightest hint of brains in their heads. I stood up from my seat and walked down the great hall and exited. I didn't need the King's approval. I'm his mother, I can do whatever I want.

Before I could make my first turn, heavy strides followed me. I know it's him but I don't dare look back. I might burst into a million pieces if I did. Instead, I continued walking and ignored him calling my name.

"Cersei!" Father shouted loud enough for the castle walls to echo with his own voice. I stood still and refrained from walking, weighing the consequences if I would turn back or continue walking. Before I could make a decision, he grabbed me by the shoulders and forced me to look at him. My eyes start to blur from the tears building up from them but I knew better than to cry. I blinked away the tears and tried hard to look at my own father with emotionless eyes. "What did you just do?" he asked, anger clear in his voice.

"I was only making small talk, Father. Is it so bad to talk to the perfect man and his perfect wife?" I said. I pushed his buttons too hard earning me a slap across the face. I could feel my cheek stinging from what he just did.

"You will not talk to them that way again, you hear me?" He took a step back and put his hands on his sides. He didn't even apologize at what he did but I'm not too surprised. He never appreciated me, not as a queen or a woman… or even as his child. I'm always overshadowed by other people. My brother Jaime, for instance. And now by this Bedocian fool. "If I hear you say those—"

"What? If you hear me mock them again? What will you do father?" I asked with much bitterness in my voice. "You'll have my tongue cut? My head chopped? You can't do that. Besides, I can do whatever I want and you have to be on my side because I am your daughter." My voice raised in anger and malice. All my life, I never knew who my real father was, what was he like besides being a rich soldier. He was too busy fighting wars, bonding with other children, and when he isn't he doesn't want to talk.

"You listen to me, Cersei, and you listen clear," he started with a stern voice. "You treat the Doreens properly and talk to them appropriately because if you don't I will cut that pretty tongue of yours. I will do it myself. Don't test my patience." And with that, he returned to the great hall leaving me with a stinging cheek and broken soul.

Tommen's Point of View

My mother's departure from the great hall this morning made breakfast with the Doreens much at ease. I didn't see any more staring contests or harsh exchange of banters. Instead, we sat and enjoyed the rest of our meal with the occasional small talk and hearty laughter. Lord Doreen and Grandfather reminisced the years they spent in Bedoco.

I never knew that Grandfather ended up in their city after fighting with the rebels in Volantis. The Lannisters along with the other houses who defended Westeros crashed their ships in the city of Bedoco when they encountered one of the worst storms of the century. The late Lady Doreen, Ferardo Doreen's mother, opened the city's gates to them without hesitation and treated them like they were true citizens of Bedoco. The Doreens even helped them rebuild their ships to sail back to Westeros but while Grandfather was there, he served as Ferardo's teacher and mentor. Grandfather thought him how to read the map of Westeros and educated him on the different houses that reside in the country. Sometimes they would just play around with swords and tell each other stories. From what I've heard and what I've seen, they have a pretty good relationship. Grandfather talks to Lord Doreen as if he is his own son. It was such a rare sight, to see Grandfather happy. He always looks serious and proud.

After we were satisfied with the meals, I apologized to the Doreens about my mother's poor treatment of them. They said it was fine and she might just have been feeling under the weather. I dismissed them when Grandfather said they have other matters to attend to. And now, I'm left all alone in my chambers again.

I decided to sit in the balcony overlooking a small part of the gardens and the sea. I sat on my chair and stroked Ser Pounce gently as he lays down peacefully on my lap. My prediction about the weather this morning was right. Today, the weather is beautiful. Perfect, to be honest. The sun brightly shines on the blue sky. Puffy clouds accompanied the great bright orb. The air feels fresh and from time to time, the wind will blow gently making the leaves of the trees dance with it. The lovely smell of hyacinths and roses invade my nostrils and a very pleasing manner. But the most beautiful part of it was the sea. Its waters glistened under the sunlight. It's like a big piece of moving sapphire. I'm amazed at how wide the sea is. Myrcella once told me that our world holds more water than land. I've never travelled outside of Westeros before. I wonder, if I will take a ship someday and sail to nowhere, where will the waters take me? Am I going to crash into a perfect paradise? Or will I end up to a country that speaks differently from my mother tongue? Who knows… definitely not me.

I doubt that I will ever leave Westeros, not that I don't want to stay. But the idea of other people on the other side of the world fascinates me. I could only imagine how different their cultures are going to be, how different their food will taste like, how different they dress themselves. Right now, I shouldn't wonder about that. I have the Seven Kingdoms in my hands. What more could I possibly ask for?

I closed my eyes and tried to relax and breathe in the fresh air from my balcony. I could feel myself drift off to sleep until I heard a giggle, a rather loud one. I snapped my eyes open remembering the same encounter I had this morning. Then there it was again. I stood up from where I sat, disturbing Ser Pounces slumber, and looked around. I was trying to find the source of giggles, but to no avail. The wind started blowing on my face and ruffled my hair in an unlikely way. I tried to fix it but only had my fingers tangled up. I gave up and swept it to the side, not caring what I looked like.

"You'll never catch me!" I heard someone shout. Another voice came giggling, sending me at the edge of the balcony, and desperately trying to find the source of those giggles. I looked down and saw two little boys, both with black hair and dimpled cheeks, running around the gardens playing some type of game. I watched them chase each other wildly and noticed how similar they look. The only difference that I noted was how they dressed. The one being chased wore a blue tunic underneath a black coat and the one chasing him wore a black tunic underneath a blue coat. I watched them more and smiled at how fast they run. I would certainly laugh if either one of them trips.

My smile, however, dropped when I saw the one with the blue coat aiming a small dagger at the other boy. While running, he closes one of his eyes and stuck out his tongue, ready to fling the sword to the other boy at anytime. Just as he was about to throw the dagger, I involuntarily screamed, "Stop!" Both of them got distracted by my voice. Their heads snapped up immediately to my direction. The one being chased took advantage by snatching away the dagger on the other boy.

"Hey! Give it back!" They proceeded to run again wildly. I was expecting them to halt when they neared the tall marble wall, built to separate the gardens from the training grounds. But no… These two kept on running and just when I expected one of them to break their face, the one with the black coat climbed the wall like it was no big deal. I didn't know what to do so I stayed rooted to the spot before my senses kicked in.

I headed out of my chambers and decided to follow the two boys in the gardens before they kill themselves. I shouted, "Don't follow me!" to the knight guarding my door without looking back at him. I took larger steps out of the castles and before I was even aware of it, I started running. I ran past people who greeted me and didn't mind them at all. Right now, I don't want two small children causing problems in my castle. I made it to the secluded part of the gardens, the one near the marble wall that's visible from my balcony. I looked around and saw no sign of the two dark-haired boys. I looked around and saw nothing but trees, bushes, and other plants but no small, laughing children.

"Where are you?" I shouted at them half-expecting them to show themselves or at least shout back. I walked to the wall and looked up at it. It was very high up and it's impossible for the kid to make it to the top but somehow, I think they managed to do it. I looked around again and faced the path opposite the wall. These kids might just be hiding behind the bushes. I examined some of the plants that they might hide in but they weren't there. Did they make it to the top of the wall?

I looked back at the high wall again and sure enough, there were two little kids, both with black hair and even blacker eyes, stood menacingly at the foot of it. They both have daggers in their hands. "Hello there." The one with the blue coat said. They both approached me slowly as if preying on me. I stupidly took a step back. My heart raced horribly fast and I could feel my knees starting to shake. I was intimidated by these two little boys and I couldn't do anything about it. I don't want to go this way. I closed my eyes accepting defeat. If I die now, might as well not see their little smiling faces.

"Gino! Cosimo!" I heard a loud voice behind me shout. I closed my eyes tighter expecting their blades to touch my skin but it never did. I slowly opened my eyes and there I saw them. Two little boys, each having two daggers by their sides, hung loosely on the wall as if their nothing but dolls. I took a step forward and saw their eyes closed, their heads hanging limp on their side. Are they… dead? Oh no. Did one of my men kill them? I didn't know what to do. My feet were frozen on the spot and my heart started pounding even wildly. I saw someone come close to them. A lady with black, wavy hair that reached her waist approached the two boys and stood in the middle of them. I couldn't see her face, only her back and her dress that grew sheer as it went down below her knees.

"Are they dead?" I asked, trying to control my voice that's starting to shake. Sweat slowly rolled down my face as I look at the two bodies longer.

To answer my question, the lady slapped each of the boys faces making them shout in surprise. "I told you not to play with strangers. This is not our land, idiots." She pulled the four daggers that pinned the boys in place all at once making them fall down the ground hard. She didn't mind their groans of pain. She just carefully put back the daggers back on some sort of sash. "Now, give me back your daggers," she said sternly while reaching out her hands. Both of the boys seemed unimpressed by the lady's command but they complied anyway. They must know her for some reason. "Go back to your chambers after you apologize to the boy."

Both of them took a step back and it made me cringe at how synchronized their movements were. "What?" they both said. "We didn't do anything! We already gave you our daggers," they argued. Both of them received another slap in the face.

"Apologize… Now!" I heard the lady raise her voice. The two of them seemed scared of her so they hurriedly ran in front of me and said their apologies. I didn't quite understand what they said. They talked too fast for me to comprehend given the situation that just happened before me. Before I could even respond, they both ran back to the castles. I watched their quick moves as they neared the exit to the gardens.

"Are you alright?" I heard the lady ask behind me. I turned to face her. I wasn't quite ready at what I have seen.

Staring directly at me with concern was a pair of eyes that I have never, in my whole existence, have seen before. They were the bluest and roundest eyes I've ever seen. I was mesmerized at how bright they looked. It's like the sky is trapped in her orbs. One look from her and I felt like I was swimming in the bluest ocean this world could ever have. It's like this lady, this very gorgeous lady, has sapphires for eyes. Literally. "I…" I started to open my mouth but I couldn't form any word at all. I was caught up by her majestic eyes. I could stare at them all day and not care about this world. Her black hair even made her eyes stand out from her fair face. Her little nose looked adorable. And her lips, plump as they are and pink like roses, made her look like a goddess. I held my breath at the sight of her. She's magnificent. She's beautiful… Very very beautiful.

She took a step back when she noticed my jaws hit the floor. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. She's too good to be true. I can feel my heart pounding wildly in my chest and my brain melt to the ground. My bones starting to weaken but my eyes are still fixed on her.

"Should I call someone, boy?" she said. One of her eyebrows raised and her hands grabbed me by the arms, trying to steady me because I swear I thought I was going to faint. Her delicate hands made my skin burn in a pleasing manner. Who is this girl and why am I feeling like this?

Finally, I managed to collect my thoughts and spit out the words on my head. "I… I'm… I'm fine. I j-j…just need to… sit… sit down." That went worse than I expected. I stuttered out my words annoyingly. But this only made her smile. My god, what is happening to me? Her face was brighter than sunlight especially when she smiled sweetly. Who are you?

She guided me to the nearest bench and let me sit there. I thought she was going to leave me but, fortunately, she sat beside me… close. My eyes never left her extraordinarily blue ones, I felt like holding her gaze forever. She let go of my arms and scooted away slightly. I watched how she blinked lightly, her long eyelashes brushing softly on her face. I noticed her cheeks turning pink. I adored how much it suited her.

"I wanted to apologize for my brothers' behaviors. I swear they are not bad people. They just tend to fool around a lot and mess with strangers." She explained. Her voice sounded sweet, like a thousand angels singing at once. But at the same time, when I heard her shout earlier, she sounded dangerous, like someone I should not be messing with. I saw her handle those daggers with ease. She must be a fighter, or well taught in the art of combat, at least.

I smiled at her and turned to my side to face her directly. "You don't need to apologize. They didn't do anything wrong." That was a lie, of course. I know they were going to do something bad to me. But I didn't mind. If it weren't for those rascals, I wouldn't have been sitting here with this goddess now. "I… I don't think I have seen you here before." I said slurring some of my words out. She giggled softly.

Wait… Her giggles. It… it sounded too familiar. I've heard it somewhere before.

"No, I'm afraid you haven't seen me," she looked at me again, this time with much more amusement in her already amusing eyes. "I travelled here with my family from the East to attend the King's coronation." What? She said it like she doesn't know who the King is. "But, I was not really interested in seeing a boy be crowned king. So, I left the ceremony before it even began. I never got the chance to see the King. My mother said he is very young but very handsome."

"You haven't seen the King yet? What do you know about him?" I wanted to shout out that I am the King she is talking about but I thought it was rude and egotistical of me to do that. I don't want to offend her, not right now when I'm still lost in her eyes.

She stared of the distance and took a deep breath, readying herself for whatever she was going to say. "Well, my mother told me that he is very young. They gave him gifts yesterday which he really liked."

Gifts? What gifts? The only gifts that I received were from the Doreens… unless… wait a minute.

"He is a gentleman, too, said my father but I don't know what to think of him yet. He seems nice but people with that kind of power seem to have their egos inflated. Some say that his brother, the one who was killed in his own wedding?"

"Joffrey." I said sharply. The sound of his name felt disgusting in my tongue.

"Yes, that's the one. They said he was cruel and sadistic. I wouldn't be surprised if the new boy-king is the same."

"I'm not!" I quickly snapped. No, I can't reveal who I am at her. Not now. She still thinks that I am a narcissistic brat. I have to change her mind without blowing off my cover. "I mean… the King… The King isn't like that. He is very nice and very polite," I said, correcting myself.

She chuckled again. And again, I felt my brain melt and my heart pound fast. "I think I'll judge that myself. My parents talked to him this morning and even his mother, the Queen, was rude. I'm surprised my father hasn't battled with any of his men, yet."

Her parents? Is she… Is she who I think she is? Or…

"You really haven't seen the King, yet? When will you meet him?" I asked. I'm taking advantage of her obliviousness for the moment. I have to admit it's because I want her to keep talking. And because I want to hear what her initial thoughts of me are like.

"No. I heard he was betrothed to Lady Margaery. I saw her yesterday. She is very beautiful."

Not as beautiful as you. What? Tommen, what are you thinking about? This is Margaery we're talking about here! No one is more beautiful than your betrothed. No one is more beautiful than you soon-to-be wife. I feel guilty for comparing Lady Margaery and this… this Lady beside me.

"We're going to attend the dinner feast they're going to have for their engagement. I'm sure I'm going to meet that boy-king they're all so hyped about. Tommen of the houses Baratheon and Lannister. Even his name sounds odd to my ears." She covered her mouth while laughing hard. I didn't know if I should feel offended by what she just said or let it pass. After all, she doesn't know who she's talking to right now.

"You think his name is funny?" I asked slightly amused.

"Yes, a little bit. But don't tell anyone," she whispered close to me. I could feel her warm breath against my cheek and her smell... She smells like roses and hyacinths and vanilla. I swear I sniffed her when she came close to me. I hope she didn't notice.

"Sister! Sister!" We heard someone shout from afar. When we looked at the owner of the voice, we saw not one but two little boys coming our way. "Sister!" Corabella stood up and looked at the two little kids. "Mother needs you right now. You have to choose your gown for this evening at the feast!"

"I can hear you fair enough. No need to shout. Run along, I'll go there myself." Sister? It must be… Of course! She shouted their names earlier. Cosimo and Gino? They are the twins. Why haven't I noticed? "Excuse me, I have to go now. Will I see you again?" she asked. I felt my stomach drop down in anticipation. Thank you for asking.

"Yes, I think we will. But right now, you have to choose a gown." We both laughed.

"I'm sorry. I'll see you later, then. It's nice having a chat with you. I don't think so badly about the people of King's Landing anymore," she teased. She turned on her heel and started to walk. I didn't let her go just yet. Building up too little courage in me, I decided to grab her by the arm, forcing her to stop on her feet. Her skin felt delicate in my own. I thought I would never let go.

"What is your name again?" I asked even though I know what her answer is already.

She smiled sweetly at me and looked me straight in the eye with those blue orbs she has. "Corabella. My name is Corabella Doreen."

I let go of her hand and she resumed to walk away. I felt myself smiling at our encounter. I shall see her again tonight at the feast. I will tell her every tale there is about Westeros. I would get lost in her beautiful eyes again.

"Tommen?" I felt someone tap my shoulder. When I turned to look who it was, there I saw her and suddenly I felt confused. "I've been looking everywhere for you. You have to come with me now." Margaery said with an urgent tone but never losing that charm she always has. "We need to prepare for tonight. We don't want to disappoint our guests."

I struggled to find the right words to say and right emotions to project. So I ended up saying, "Of c-course… Of course, my Lady." She led me out of the gardens feeling confused and excited all at the same time.

Author's Note: Hey hey hey! So what do you guys think of this chapter? I really had a hard time choosing the right and deeper adjectives to describe Corabella. I want her to have this great impact in the readers but I think I failed in that. But I wouldn't worry too much. This is just a piece of the whole package, a little snippet of Corabella's whole personality. I forgot to mention in the last chapter that the actors in the original Game of Thrones are the ones portraying the characters here in LLtBK. I picture Ferardo as Orlando Bloom, Edvige as Cote de Pablo, Cosimo and Gino as Cruz Beckham (also, I'm changing the twins age to ten years old instead of six and yes I chose Cruz because I can't find a child actor with a twin), and Corabella as Kira Kosarin with really really really blue eyes.

Again, please please please do leave a review, comment, suggestion, like, favorite, follow, all those stuff because it really really makes me happy and inspired to write. Thanks!