CHAPTER 7
***Suicide Attempt Warning***
Laenna had after that traumatic experience decided death would have to come sooner rather than later for her.
She had to greet the Stranger and leave with him.
Knowing the mad tyrant would fall, she could not risk taking away the element of surprise for Robert Baratheon and all his allies.
She had decided to do this as soon as she awoke after passing out in her room after another hour of dancing.
But she was still heartbroken over this choice she had to make.
She wanted to get out of here, she wanted to live.
Even if only as a fuck you to the king.
But that choice of life was taken from her, and like how life had broken her, she destroyed all she could.
She broke her hands banging on the walls, she pulled out her hair in bloody chunks, she tore her bed blankets and straw mattress.
She had ripped her rags completely and stood naked now, free of the burden of her humiliation.
She screamed and screamed her throat raw, to the point of losing her voice.
She was quite a picture sitting there at the end.
A broken child on the verge of womanhood, completely broken, surrounded by broken things.
She looked to the sun in the sky and hoped surely this meant something better was coming for the land.
She needed to hope somewhat.
That this land would have a better time ageing and growing once more than she did.
Because of course, atleast, in her point of view, tyrants would always fall eventually and for her that was enough for a better land - even if only for a little while.
She started thinking of Eddard and hoped nothing but the best for him and his family.
She wondered looking at the sun how it was to play in the snow.
Laenna wished she could've played in it.
She wished for a happy ending in all this sadness despite the fact her dreams seemed to not spare misery for everyone involved one way or another.
She prayed for Lyanna to be saved.
She prayed Jaime would be safe and would survive and find love and have a family and still be a great golden lion like he was always meant to be.
She also pondered how many people would remember her.
After having her very physical tantrum and destroying everything in her room, she with tears falling and eyes red rimmed and even snot flowing, she knew she was for sure abandoning Tyrion, who would no doubt be destroyed by her passing and be left all alone. She would no longer be his fellow sufferer in arms. She would no longer be there for him. She begged the gods to forgive her for leaving her baby, her closest friend, her confidant, her brother in arms, who felt her pain in a way nobody else ever would.
She wished she could tell him happy endings still existed.
But she didn't think so anymore.
Happy endings seemed as elusive as dragons now are.
"I'm sorry," she mumbled over and again through tears and snot, "I'm so sorry."
With a few more deep breaths Laenna put her plan into action as quickly as she could, listening at the door to hear the guards had walked a bit away and were now animatedly talking about their plans after work.
She then proceeded to push her bed in front of the door as quickly and quietly as her strength would allow could, followed by her bed.
Laenna then took the knife she had hidden and without further ado - proceeded to slash her wrists.
She cut and cut with a knife she had gotten from Jaime when he brought her a rare meal of meat, which she had hidden in a broken brick in the wall, and sliced herself like she were pig and as soon as the pain become unbearable, she dropped the knife and fell.
Red Blood started to seep out rather quickly and she screamed as a sense of survival seemed to return, she was sobbing and crying from the pain.
Which she was, a child in pain.
"What's going on in there!" She heard. The scream must've sounded different and made them curious.
She tried to stifle it, but she knew they were aware of the bed in front of her door.
She felt sick and her feet no longer felt the ground and she fell.
Her consciousness was slowly blurring but she was still able to notice the door being broken down as her blood had apparently spilt under the door and her silence being too loud and deafening had alerted the guards.
"Fuck no!"
"Oh gods! Oh shit! Wake up, you useless-"
"I swear if you say one more word, I'll beat you myself"
"What do we do?"
'My lady! Please! He'll kill us!"
Laenna knew they would be burnt alive for this and in her heart she was glad that at least somebody would be punished for hurting her.
After this, Laenna became sick, her wounds had been bandaged and she survived, but she had become extremely sick.
Her wounds become infected.
The maesters struggled and struggled.
Yet, despite their pleas out of fear Laenna would die (and thus they would die), one last blood vial would pass Laenna's lips.
This one almost spelt her death and it was the prophecy that would change everything.
"The Prince that was promised. Tower of Joy," were all that was muttered but soon it became the king's desire beyond anything to keep his valuable asset close to the potential future of his dynasty. One could argue that King Aerys should never have sent her off to be near Lyanna Stark and Jon Snow, far away from his clutches. But it truly seemed like he feared not knowing anything else if Laenna was killed in the upcoming siege or from the war so close nearby and also feared the baby potentially dying if Laenna wasn't near with all her magic blood. So there a comatose Laenna was put on a carriage with three maesters and under strict guard and shipped off once more to the Tower of Joy and everything would now change forever - once again.