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Chapter 6
The morning sun approached the Red Keep, shining brightly across the room, where a certain olive-skinned girl moaned softly. Arianne Martell wasn't a morning person at all. She has always been someone who took her time waking up. Yet, Arianne had to do so because she was not in Dorne anymore. Arianna was now living in King's Landing, in the Snake Pit, which woke her up. Arianne sighed as she removed the sheets, revealing her nude body. Slowly, she stood up from bed.
"These pillows are hard."
Arianne groaned softly, feeling how her body wasn't still used to the mattress they gave to her. Perhaps, Arianne would never get used to her bed, but she wasn't here for that.
"Uh, I am sore."
Arianne whispered, taking her time to use water to clean her face. It's been a fortnight since she has officially become a Lady-In-Waiting for the eldest princess—a position Arianna needed to use wisely. The Martell family wasn't in a great place to make any justice demands to the king. Truthfully, it wasn't as if the king would even dare to listen to them. But, it was just to represent how detached Dorne was from the royal court. They needed to play smart and gather more allies. And who better partner than the princess herself?
Arianne could now see the bigger picture before her if they wanted to succeed in their endeavour, in their revenge. They first must compromise in certain aspects. Arianne's father, Prince Doran Martell, has told her that while he does seek an alliance with the Targaryen in exile. It wasn't one made on trust but necessity. Since, after all, the Martell still remembered the way they were treated by the Targaryen during the Mad King's rule. The Martell and Targaryen weren't really allies, just geopolitical backers of each other by necessity. Yet, Princess Galadriel could offer more to them in terms of long-term benefits.
Since if they managed to get close to the princess and sway her to their side. They could use the princess's influence to their advantage. Doran wanted to avoid putting the Dornish army on the line as much as possible. If he could get the same result he wanted from supporting the eldest princess, he would. Yet, it was still in the future. So, for now, Arianne has a job to do. Yet, it was proving to be more difficult than Arianne anticipated.
"I am not the only one trying to get close to her."
Arianne muttered, annoyed. "That little flower believes she is so beautiful that no one would ever say no to her. Such an annoying little rose." Arianne angrily chose her dress and started to get ready for another day at King's Landing.
"I'll show that bitch, not mess with a snake."
Arianne was a woman with a mission and one she would not fail to execute. So, choosing her most attractive gown, Arianne got ready to depart. However, opening the door showed an ugly sight. Since waiting for her, the Tyrell rose was there, with that gentle yet enigmatic smile.
"Ah, Princess Arianne, how delightful to see you!" Margaery exclaimed, with that sweet tone of hers. "I was about to knock on your door to see if you were awake."
Arianne just growled internally. "Good day, Lady Margaery. How... lovely to see you awake so early."
Margaery giggled sweetly, making Arianne's eyebrow twitch more. The Princess of Dorne knew full well what that girl's game was. Margaery wanted to make everyone love her. The Tyrell girl wanted to seduce everyone with how beautiful she was and how kind and dutiful she could be. No doubt, one of their goals was to make Margaery queen. Yet, they still wanted her to sway the eldest princess to her side in whatever way necessary. The Tyrells wear flowers on their heads, but they could be snakes too. Arianne already suspects the Tyrell plot. Make Margaery marry the crown prince so she could become a queen while also seducing the eldest princess. Then convince her to marry one of the Tyrell heirs so that they could hold the King's Landing central bank. And try to persuade the Martell to join forces so that they could fight a Targaryen invasion in the future.
The plan was not precisely as Arianne thought. But it was a fair guess. Plots often changed, and everything was unpredictable. Yet, Arianne wouldn't just let Margaery do whatever she wanted. No, the Princess of Dorne had her own game to play.
"Your gown is beautiful. Although, showing too much skin, don't you worry, what the court would say?" Margaery asked with fake innocence.
"Not at all. Let the nobles here argue about my outfit. Let them see what they should never have."
Arianne replied proudly, puffing her enormous chest, and swaying her hips, showing her hourglass figure. Arianne was so proud to have it. Margaery chuckled as she sneakily moved her hair, exposing the pale skin on her neck and cleavage. Margaery had nothing to hide and show her own lustful body. She could also play the same game.
"Indeed, hiding such a body would be sinful. I do think our princess do love sneaky glances in your direction," Margaery said, with one of the most gentle and fake smiles Arianne has seen in a long time.
"Is that so? I didn't know."
Arianne replied innocently while Margaery giggled. "The Princess has problems when it comes down to beautiful women. Such as us. I wonder if she does lean that way?"
Arianne just looked away, refusing to stare at that pesky smile. You already know the answer. She thought, irritated.
"In anycase, our princess should be awake now. We shouldn't make her."
Arianne had to force a smile as both of them walked through the halls of the Red Keep. The castle itself was now more prominent and more prepared than last decades. The new red towers do allow for more rooms and better-equipped defences. Everyone could still remember that night when rebels sneaked in. King Stag has made sure not to let such a thing happen again. So, he ordered better walls and a more extensive barracks inside the keep. Not only that, for the princess who made it all possible, she had a tower for herself—one of the most enormous and towering walls and most elegant roofs. The princess had her own enclosure and garden, only for her.
Princess Galadriel's room was located in her own fortress, deep in the castle, with the tower under her control. Not even the Maidenvault or the hand's keep was as protected as the princess's residence. And not many people were allowed there.
Only the most loyal servants and soldiers were allowed to set foot there.
Arianne glared at the Lannister soldiers who passed by them. She scoffed quietly. Yet, both ladies reached the grand metal door, made of gold and silver, with Lion, Stags, and Dragons statues inserted in it. No matter how many times Arianne or Margaery saw it. They were surprised by the craftsmanship and the immaculate details.
And it wasn't just that, since, on the door, guarding it, weren't Lannister soldiers but two siblings looking at both ladies with stoic faces.
"My ladies," Gendry and Mya said with a drawled voice.
Arianne and Margaery had learned relatively quickly that one of the ways to get into the princess's intimate circle was to get through her half-siblings. And that, both Dornish's Princess and Tyrell Flower learned it wasn't something easy to do.
"Is our highness awake?" Margaery asked amicably.
"She is currently taking a bath. Please wait until she is ready."
Mya politely said, although Arianne noticed the lingering threat on the rather tall woman. She looks more muscular than Obara, and she is even taller than many men I have met before. That posture, the way she looks at me—such hostility. Arianne thought, slightly amused.
Margaery was thinking something along the same lines as the tanned-skinned girl.
These two are not easily swayed by honey words of promises of fortune and lust. They are absolutely loyal to the princess.
Margaery wondered what she could use to get them to be more open with her. Yet, it was something she had to still think about carefully. It's been only a fortnight, not enough to learn about them and find cracks in their resolve.
Arianne was thinking the same. But, perhaps, her approach would be different. Maybe, she would try to sleep with either of them to secure an alliance. Yet, Arianne and Margaery would learn that the Baratheon siblings wouldn't fall for their schemes so easily.
"Oh, she is bathing? Maybe, we could help her change?" Arianne asked gently, with a rather sultry tone of voice. Margaery decided to join Arianne's action just to see where it does it takes.
"We are here to be her Ladies-In-Waiting, after all. It's only obvious that we help Your Highness with her gown."
Margaery added, much to the nuisance of Arianne, who took her aid for the time being.
"Our Highness likes to shower alone. And the princess rings a bell when she is ready to be dressed. You don't need to be bothered by that."
Gendry replied in the most courteous tone possible.
"How would maids know when to come?" Arianne asked.
"There are inside already, don't worry."
Arianne hissed but kept her calm. And Margaery hummed, wondering how she could do things.
Then, they heard a bell coming from inside the room, signalling the princess bath was over. Mya then surprised Arianne and Margaery by simply entering the room without saying a word to them. Now, that was perplexing. Margaery has noticed that The Princess favours Mya's protection a great deal. And it wasn't as if the princess wasn't someone who didn't show love for both half-siblings. But, there was something more intimate in Mya, and the princess's relationship met the eye.
Could it be...? Margaery wondered, looking at a slight smile on Mya's face as she entered the room.
Galadriel sighed deeply as she took a bathrobe and covered her naked body while the maids prepared her gown for the day. She just stood there, waiting for them to choose. Galadriel didn't look all too well. She wasn't ill or something like that. No, the Eldest Princess of the Seven Kingdoms was incredibly exhausted. Mentally tired would be the best way to describe her current state. The reason for it was that she was in charge of the administrative state of the Seven Kingdoms and the only bank in Westeros, among many other things. That was a lot of work for one person. It didn't matter if Galadriel was a Level 100 Demon Empress. She could get stressed out too.
And It wasn't as if Galadriel's life was filled with court intrigue, schemes from nobles, and many enemies trying to get control of the throne or her 24/7. Not really. Honestly, most of those things were in the background. Plots take a long time to come to play. Many players in the game were against each other, trying to outdo one another, yet, they were slow at moving and took their time. Galadriel doesn't really have to do anything yet; just watch, honestly. That's why she was just waiting for anything meaningful to happen, and that never does occur most times since the big players. The heads of the Great Houses were waiting for an opportunity that could take months or even years to come by; Galadriel was not always involved in the Game of Thrones. Not unless she wanted to be proactive.
Galadriel didn't want to be proactive because she didn't have time to deal with them while managing the entire economy and infrastructure of Westeros. For the lack of a better word, Galadriel had her hands full.
It's not like the movies, where everything happens fast. No, it takes a long ass time! Ugh! Galadriel moaned internally. Nevertheless, it's not like I had better things to do so far.
Galadriel sighed again, hearing the maids fighting for the best gown.
"Is there a problem?" Mya's voice was heard, and Galadriel poked her head out of her private bathroom, watching her sister talking with the maids.
"Nothing, just fighting over what gown the princess should wear today," the head maids spoke clearly, tired of the infighting.
Galadriel sighed, hearing as the maids were hissingly fighting among each other about what dress was the best for the day. She could even hear a few slaps and hair-pulling. Galadriel rolled her eyes at the ongoing discussion of the maid. But truly, maybe, it was the most amusing part of the day.
"At least Barra was fast. A shame she is dead."
Galadriel muttered, remembering the previous servant girl, who was Baelish's spy on her. But she had it coming, in Galadriel's opinion. Barra played her cards wrong and ended up being stabbed a few dozen times by Cersei's killers. Although, Barra was going to get killed either way, by either, Baelish or some other player. Barra's ego got to her head. The servant girl and previous whore. She thought that with her sleeping with the king and being the favourite servant of the famous and beloved eldest princess, she could do whatever she wanted. Barra started to get greedy, asking for gold stealing jewellery, and even trying to get into bed with Galadriel, as funny as it sounds.
Barra was also selling information about Baelish's agents to Varys and some others who could pay. And with that, Barra signed her death sentence. But that was the Game Barra was playing, and she lost.
"Could I get dressed now? I am naked here," Galadriel called from her bathroom.
"Coming, Your Highness!"
The maids approached her, and so did Mya, who smiled gently at her. However, Galadriel could see a vexed look on her face.
"What is it, Mya? Are you angry about something?" Galadriel asked innocently while throwing her towel and allowing the blushing maids to work.
"The bitches are waiting for you," Mya replied, annoyed.
"The bitches? Ah, Arianne and Margaery?" Galadriel replied amusingly.
"They wanted to help you dress," Mya sounded unhappy with that, and Galadriel chuckled. And the maids even huffed at that. Mya's words would get to Cersei's ears since those maids were loyal to the Lannisters. It was one of the few reasons Cersei tolerated Mya. Both of them have found a new target for their common hate. Cersei's adoration and overprotectiveness over her oldest daughter and Mya's undying devotion and love for her half-sister. And you have two women who hated anyone who dared to try to use Galadriel, who only watched from the sidelines with a smirk on her face.
"They sure are trying to get close to me," Galadriel replied innocently while getting into her gown. Mya's eyes weren't looking away from her sister's body, and she rejoiced at how Galadriel smiled at her. Mya knew it was not morally right to harbour those feelings for her sister. It didn't matter if they were only half-siblings. It was still incestuous thoughts. Yet, Mya wasn't bothering to care.
"They have their own agenda, no doubt," Mya said.
"Mm, this is King's Landing; everyone has their own agenda," Galadriel replied with a sigh.
"Even the rats have plots."
Mya muttered, yet she could also notice the tired face of Galadriel and frowned.
"Your Highness, have you been sleeping at all?" Mya asked, and Galadriel had to admit that she hadn't slept at all in the last two weeks. Galadriel doesn't need to sleep or eat, although she does enjoy it. Yet, her work has been keeping her up all night. She had to invest extensively if she wanted to keep the bank from falling out. She has spent a lot of time making sure it was freely accessible for everyone in Westeros. Still, it takes time for a peasant to get used to saving their income there.
Dealing with schemes and assassination plots is more straightforward and entertaining than managing a bank. Galadriel thought begrudgingly.
"I have slept enough," Galadriel replied quickly.
Mya didn't buy it for a second. "I think you're lying, your highness." Galadriel groaned.
"Should I tell the queen about it?" Mya threatened.
"Are you going to betray me like that?" Galadriel asked, hiding her amusement. "Are you truly going to sell me to my mother?"
"Only for your own good."
Galadriel's interactions with her siblings and family were the only thing that entertained her so far.
"I'll rest, don't worry. Let me finish today's business, and I'll take a few days to rest, alright?" Galadriel said, and using her charisma Mya only sighed.
"I'll keep an eye on you."
"Thank you, Mya," Galadriel smiled, leaning forward and kissing Mya's cheek. The tall girl blushed and coughed awkwardly.
"We finish, Your Highness."
The maids said, and Galadriel nodded. "Let's go. Remember that Gendry is outside."
"Ah, I forgot."
Galadriel rolled her eyes. "He must be dealing with both of them."
"Poor of him."
Galadriel then walked to the door, where she could hear the teasing from both girls.
"You're powerful and very muscular. I do wonder, how do you look underneath that shiny armour."
Arianna's voice contains all the lustfulness of a Dornish woman. And any man would stutter replying to her. But Gendry wasn't one of them. Galadriel was proud of him for not showing weakness to the opposite sex. But it was pretty funny to see him trying to look at the cleavage of both Margaery and Arianne. Galadriel wondered if they were trying to get him to rill up and use him against her or simply were having fun messing with him.
Perhaps it was a few both.
"Teasing my sworn shield?" Galadriel asked, pretending to be confused.
"Just being curious, Your Highness," Arianne replied, focusing on the princess herself. Galadriel had to roll her eyes at the transparent lie coming out of the Dornish's Princess, yet kept on the facade of innocence.
"Oh, alright. Gendry does have a lot of muscles. And he is particularly handsome. Sometimes I wonder why he doesn't speak with ladies. Maybe, he is shy?" Galadriel wondered aloud, using her sweet and pure voice, making Gendry groan loudly. So far, acting like that was the only entertaining Galadriel has currently. There wasn't much going on, but hopefully, that would change soon.
"You're not helping, your highness," Gendry muttered.
"Maybe we could think of something? After all, there are a lot of ladies who would like to have a chance with you?" Arianne teased back.
"No, thank you, my lady," Gendry replied stoically.
"I'm sure Princess Arianne meant nothing by it. Dornish then to be more kind to Bastards than the rest of Westeros. Their low criteria then to be more flexible than other Kingdoms, so it is no surprise she wants you to be comfortable with her. You know how friendly, Dornish people are! They can't help themselves; everything can be a lover! So nice of them! "
Margaery said with an elegant smile, but no one could deny the jab at Arianne and her people, camouflaged by kind words. The Reach and Dorne had a long history of rivalry, and it showed. Margaery has chosen her words carefully to come out as nothing but jovial. But, well, everyone knew it wasn't true.
Fu! Fu! Shit, I wish I could speak like that! Galadriel thought, amused by the way Arianne reacted to those words. The Princess of Dorne looked like she was ready to jump at Margaery. Even Mya couldn't hold back her giggle. And Gendry hides her smirk by turning away. Arianne was the only one who didn't find it funny.
"Oh, is that so, Lady Margaery?" Arianne asked hissingly.
"Ah! I do apologize, my princess, that came out wrong!" Margaery replied, bowing gently. "I offer my most sincere apologies."
This bitch! Arianne thought angrily. This is how you want to play, eh? Well, I can play the same game too!
"Do not worry, Lady Margaery. No harm done. After all, it is true we are kinder to children born out of passion. We aren't going to treat children as if they were sinners of someone else folly. I have a lot of nieces, nephews, cousins, aunts, and uncles. We are a big family, and we pride ourselves on that. I believe Your Highness knows what I mean," Arianne said, using Margaery's words against her to gain more favour from Galadriel. The Baratheon Princess could see what the Dornish Princess was trying to achieve. And smiled.
"Truly?" Galadriel asked, gasping in surprise.
"Indeed, Your Highness," Arianne said, smiling. "I shy no from the sweet love of a man or a girl. If you wish, I could teach you the art of love, your highness."
Galadriel blushed slightly or pretended to. "Ah... so you treat a child born out of wedlock properly?" Galadriel said, stuttering words choosing to evade Arianne's flirt. Or, well, pretending. She has become really good at acting.
"Of course! Children are blameless!" Arianne replied, smiling.
"I would love to visit Dorne one day. It would be nice to find a place where children are treated fairly. Gods know my father's lust has no end. I have a lot of half-siblings that need to be taken care of," Galadriel said with a dramatic sigh. Mya and Gendry stared at Arianne's smirk and Margaery's gestures. The Reach flower was thinking hard about what she could say, trying to get the attention back to her.
"You have a great heart, your highness. Not many people in your position would be kind enough to children in such conditions. The crown does have a lot of history with that type of endeavour ending horribly."
Margaery said, referring to the Blackfyre Rebellions. And many other things. Galadriel hummed, staring at her.
"It won't happen," Mya said, glaring at Margaery. "They are not Targaryen."
Margaery wanted to reply something but decided that it was better if she did not.
"Let's not talk about it, please," Galadriel said pleadingly. "There's quite a lot to do, and I am already late."
"Of course, your highness."
They all replied and soon followed Galadriel to whatever she would do during the day. However, it was just going to be just another long, dull day for Galadriel.
Cersei stared across the table with disdain and annoyance. The sounds of food being chewed and swallowed by the smallest of the Lannisters brought nothing but irritation towards the Lioness Queen.
"Would you stop eating?! This is serious!" Cersei hissed angrily at Tyrion, who stared at her with a big smirk on his face.
"Dear sister, let your beloved brother eat his food in peace. I had a terrible headache," Tyrion said while taking a sip of his wine.
"From your drinking, no doubt," Cersei replied.
"If not from my drinking, what else could it be?" Tyrion answered mockingly.
Cersei glared at him, and while amused by the whole exchange, Tyrion knew it had to be something serious otherwise. He doubted Cersei would ever call him to speak in such a manner.
"Alright, alright, I can eat and speak," Tyrion said. "Tell me, sister. Why are you so angry lately?"
"It's Galadriel," Cersei said, sighing deeply.
"What about her?" Tyrion asked, intrigued.
"Robert wants to ship her to the North. He intends to marry her to Ned Stark's son. And he wants Joffrey to marry Ned's daughter as well."
Tyrion raised his eyebrows, surprised by the news. "Well, Robert's opinion on Ned Stark has always been loud and clear. He thinks of him as a brother, if anything else. It's no surprise Robert wants his daughter to marry Ned's oldest son. It would unite the Stark and Baratheon houses."
Tyrion looked at the wine in his hand and sighed. "And I can only pray for the poor girl marrying Joffrey."
"This is not time for jest," Cersei hissed.
"I am not. But you knew this would happen. Robert doesn't trust anyone in the South, not our family, the Tyrell, or the Martell. Robert sending his daughter North would also end whatever plots may arise. Putting Galadriel away from harm and manipulation. Overall, it's a good move by him, in all honesty."
Tyrion said, and Cersei couldn't find a proper answer.
"We must stop it," Cersei said.
"And how? Galadriel is of age, and she is the most beautiful woman in all Seven Kingdoms, without a doubt. Every single house wants her. You can't seal Galadriel on a tower forever," Tyrion replied patiently.
"She doesn't seem to mind living in peace in her tower. And I know, Galadriel, lean towards women. I've seen her. I could get her a mistress or something, but she would be safe here, under my watch."
Tyrion, like many, knew about Galadriel's obvious attraction toward girls. It was pretty obvious. It was an open secret. Tyrion believed that what his niece endured during the Crownlands Rebellion was responsible for her fear of men. Tyrion didn't care if his beloved niece shared a bed with a woman. He just wanted her to be happy.
Perhaps, it was the reason Robert wanted to send her North. Maybe he believed a good man could make her happy. And who better than the son of Honorable Ned Stark?
Yet, Tyrion also knew that one of the reasons Cersei did not want her daughter to leave the North was not because of the prospect of marriage. But power. As long Galadriel was under Cersei's watchful eyes. It was the Queen who held power. And Cersei didn't want to lose that.
"Well, I doubt either of us could stop Robert from doing what he wants."
Cersei clenched her fist, dragging her nails over the table angrily.
"Besides, Tyrell and Martell are also trying to get her under control. Sending those two beautiful girls to be the princess ladies-in-waiting. No doubt, those two are trying hard to seduce her somehow."
"I'll kill them first," Cersei hissed.
"That could be a terrible move, sister."
"The Martell already hate us. Who cares what they think? They have nothing against us. They can die of rage in that desert they call home. I don't care. And the Tyrell cannot compete against the Lannister."
Cersei replied with a scoff, and Tyrion sighed.
"You're underestimating our current power, Cersei."
"What do you mean?" Cersei asked, annoyed.
"There is a reason father sent me here. And it wasn't only for my niece's name day. But to procure more power to the Lannister."
"And what does that mean?" Cersei asked again.
"Our mines are empty now," Tyrion deadpanned, and it shocked Cersei.
"What... what do you mean empty?"
"No gold to mine, just empty caves and dead workers, so word doesn't go out. You must thank our father for that."
Tyrion drawled, and Cersei had to understand still what that meant.
"How do we pay for anything?" Cersei asked.
"Without Galadriel controlling the finances of the Seven Kingdoms. The Iron Throne would have been deep in debt to the Iron Bank. We no longer rely on them, which is good. Also, our father was funding Robert's rule. And you know, how much gold does the king like to waste? And now, without mines, the crown's only source of income besides taxes is the King's Landing Bank. And it's the princess who is leading the Seven Kingdoms horse."
Tyrion spoke carefully, so his sister could understand exactly why the princess was so important.
"Our family is currently in a decent spot. You're the Queen of Westeros, Joffrey would be king, and Galadriel is raising the Crown power across the Seven Kingdoms. Well, that is a best-case scenario. Suppose Joffrey and Galadriel marry the Stark children. It would not be that bad. It is far better than having the Tyrell or the Martell getting closer to the throne. And there's the Targaryen in exile who will undoubtedly turn their eyes to Westeros in the future. We can't have animosity in the Seven Kingdoms."
"I see," Cersei whispered.
"Right now, the Baratheon is the family that holds all the power. Also, it is good that Galadriel has been advising Father about what to do with our last coffins of gold. There's a reason why our niece is our father's favourite," Tyrion added with a sarcastic smile.
"Still, this doesn't change things. I won't have my children marry some brute and wench of the North."
Tyrion looked at his sister with an exasperated face.
"Then who would you like them to marry? We need allies."
"We don't need them. It's like you say."
"Please tell me, what did I exactly say?" Tyrion asked, aggravated.
"We may not have mines of gold, but we have our bank. And the Iron Throne. As long we have both, nothing will change. I'll speak with Galadriel about letting Father use the bank's gold to our advantage. She'll do what I say. Joffrey will be king, and I'll find him some... loyal wench from the Westerlands who would listen to me. Galadriel will be happy to be here at my side. And I'll allow her to find a... girl. But, having her control the bank would allow us to keep control of everyone. Also, we have the new families on the Crownlands and the farms my daughter has built for us. We don't need the Tyrell any longer."
Cersei said with confidence as if she had just fixed all the problems and nothing would ever happen to her.
"And if the Martell tried anything. We will bring the Rains of Castamere to their lands."
"That only pushes the Tyrell and Martell away from us and into the hand of our enemies."
"Let them. We are Lannister. We have no equal."
Tyrion felt his headache growing. It seems that Cersei truly believes nothing would ever challenge their power. And that would undoubtedly cause problems in the future. I may have to tell father about this. Tyrion thought with a groan while trying to keep drinking his wine.
Jon Arryn sighed deeply as he stared at his desk. And the letters he has just written about what could lead to new civil unrest. If not a potential war across the continent. Does he want such a thing? Jon Arryn didn't know, but his honour couldn't just let such a travesty go by without being punished.
"The Lannister betrayal can't go on," Jon Arryn whispered mournfully.
Jon has always been suspicious about why Robert's children weren't anything like him, except for one.
"All of Robert's bastards had the Baratheon look on them. But his suppose children do not."
Jon confirmed it when he looked at Gendry and Mya. They were born from different mothers and had the same Baratheon features, just like the rest. But now, he could see how dangerous things were.
"Only the Princess has Baratheon blood on her. She is the only true-born of Robert."
The oldest Princess, Galadriel Baratheon, was the only child Robert had to pass the throne. Robert's grandmother was a Targaryen. It was clear that Galadriel inherited her Dragon blood from that side of the family. That did allow some peace of mind to Jon Arryn since it would allow for Galadriel to inherit the throne if the worst came to pass.
"A Queen has ruled in the past. The princess is well-loved by everyone. She'll be the best ruler the Seven Kingdoms has ever had."
Jon Arryn whispered, and while he was dreading sending the letters. He knew it was for the best.
"I must tell Robert, maybe... we could give a chance for those innocent children to live in exile with the Queen."
Jon Arryn did not want to shed the blood of the innocent. Tommen and Myrcella were innocent. Jon Arryn has pondered a lot about what to do with his information. Yet, his honor called for him to inveil the awful secret of the Queen and her brother. It won't be easy, but it was the right thing to do. What was left of them, the Targaryen family, were out there, waiting for the moment to attack. And with no true heir to the throne, Westeros was doomed. And if Jon was honest with himself. He has never liked the Lannister family—their brutality and deception.
"The Queen is poison, and I will no longer allow her to control the princess."
Jon Arryn whispered, deciding to do what he must.
"I'll tell Robert and call for our banners before Tywin Lannister can. I'll also speak with Lady Olenna and Doran Martell. A compromise will need to be made. And Ned's loyalty has never been questioned. Tywin can't fight a war by himself."
Jon sighed while taking the letters. He had riders loyal to him, capable and fast. Jon knows what type of game was played around him. And while he detested and wanted no part of it. Jon also learned how to move among snakes.
Jon stood up and slowly approached the door. However, what he saw there, standing before him, surprised him.
"Lord Arryn, good night," Galadriel, the princess, said, smiling gently at him.
"Your Highness?" Jon Arryn replied, shocked to see her at those hours.
"What are you doing here?" He asked, confused.
"I wanted to speak in private. The Small Council is not the perfect place for what I want to speak. May I enter?" Galadriel asked gently.
Jon nodded slowly as he saw the Galadriel entering the room without a problem, suspicion, or fear.
"Where are...?"
"Gendry and Mya? Well, they are still protecting the entrance of my room. Well, they don't know I am here."
"How?"
"I have my ways."
Galadriel smiled gently while looking at the chamber of the Hand of the King.
"I wanted to speak with you about something rather delicate," Galadriel said, almost whispering, while she stared at the window.
"What is it, your highness?" He asked, wondering why he felt so uneasy around the princess now.
"You have to prepare to send letters to Great Houses about my siblings, actual conception. About my mother's affair with my uncle."
Jon Arryn was shocked beyond belief. "You know?" He whispered, and he could hear a cold chuckle coming from her.
"Of course, what do you think I am? Stupid?"
"Father has a lot of bastards, and all of them share his looks, except for Joffrey, Tommen, and Myrcella. You don't need to be a genius to put one and two together."
Jon just felt dazed by the princess's words. They sound hostile and cold, not like she would typically speak.
"Then you know what we must do!" Jon exclaimed. "We must tell the truth!"
Galadriel looked around and watched Jon with a condescending tone.
"No."
"What...?"
"No, Jon Arryn. Are you seriously that dumb to believe your little plan would have been done without any issues?" Galadriel said, baffled by Jon Arryn's nativity. "You haven't learned anything from almost two decades in King's Landing."
"It is the right thing to do."
"You're such a fool."
Jon Arryn saw those golden eyes for the first time in his life. He saw someone different standing before him. She was not the kind and gentle soul he knew her for. The person before Jon was someone else.
"You see, while I don't care about Joffrey. I do care about Tommen and Myrcella. And even more importantly. I need them, alive and with their title as prince and princess, for the future. They are good bargain chips."
"What?" Jon Arryn muttered as Galadriel slowly approached him.
"I've been having quite a lot of fun watching you all fight and debate and plot. But I still want things to go my way. Joffrey will die, but in time. I still need him to cause a little bit of chaos because it would be more fun then."
"Fun...?" Jon whispered, shaken and confused.
"Yes, yes, fun. You know, I could take the crown if I wanted. Easily. But I don't want to, not yet. I have spent a lot of time building this image of the innocent and pure princess, so throwing it all away at this point would be a waste of time. Also, I am enjoying a great deal, watching everyone fight to get me. It's incredibly entertaining!"
"What is the meaning of this?! Entertaining?! Your Highness, have you lost your mind?! This is serious! The Lannisters are trying to plot against the king, your father!" Jon screamed. He thought the princess was joking, that she was playing a prank. But the way she stared at him. Those golden eyes. They held no jest in them.
"Plot? No. Not really. It's my mother and uncle being naughty, that's all," Galadriel just stared back, smiling at the way the Hand of the King stared at her.
"I, however, would like for you to die. You are going to cause unnecessary problems for me. And I would have just to be serious and take over. And that would be annoying. I already committed this much. You ruining my fun is a big no-no. And I truly want to see the reaction of some of the players when I crash all of their planning. All of those years, they invested in their plots. All burned down to ashes. It's going to be glorious!"
Galadriel said, laughing, in a vicious form, as Jon only walked away, afraid of what was heard. Galadriel was speaking the truth. It was one of the reasons why she hadn't slept with either Arianne, Margaery or even Mya yet. She loved playing with her food, watching them fight among themselves for her attention. It was thrilling. And it was the same with the schemes around her. It was a drug she wasn't getting tired of feeling. And while it was true, it was going relatively slow. Galadriel did not want just to destroy her little toys or mess up their plans too much. Otherwise, it would just get boring. It wasn't the end game that excited Galadriel, but the way there.
"What are you talking about? Who are you?" Jon spoke finally, with fear in his eyes. Galadriel tilted her head at him innocently.
"I am the princess, of course!"
Galadriel then smiled, and it was an evil one. She allowed her proper form to appear slowly, and Jon Arryn screamed in horror, watching those horns appearing and those long black wings.
"You see... I also want a war to happen. The last one was incredibly entertaining to see. The blood ran like a river under my feet. The screams of the people being cut down into pieces. All beautiful. But it's too soon for another one! I want to craft a great conflict carefully! And the way you want things to go is not in my best interest."
Jon panicked. He was terrified of whatever creature was before him. He took up his sword and pointed it at Galadriel, who stared at him funnily.
"Jon Arryn, you shouldn't raise your sword against your princess," Galadriel said stoically.
"Who are you?! What did you do to the princess?!" Jon yelled, as his hand couldn't stop shaking.
"I just say... I am the princess. Haven't you heard what I have been saying?" Galadriel asked, annoyed.
"Stay back! You monster! You... You demon!"
Galadriel scoffed. "Perhaps, I should have stayed in my usual form? I wanted to see his reaction to my plan, but whatever," she muttered.
"My dear Jon, Baelish was planning to kill you soon. Tears of Lys was the poison he was going to use on you, a rather painful one at that. He had all planned out, and truthfully. His plan is quite a fascinating one. Very entertaining."
"But, I'll have to be a bit proactive now."
Galadriel smiled as Jon Arryn could move now. He was frozen in place.
"Because of how hard you've worked for me. I'll allow this mercy. A quick and painless death. Goodbye, Jon Arryn. Thank you for your hard work."
Galadriel raised her hand, and the last thing Jon Arryn ever saw was a sadistic smile on the princess's face.
Monster... she was a monster all along.
Those were Jon Arryn's last thoughts as death took him.
"Mm, I could have done it better. Jon's reaction was lacking."
Galadriel whispered, unbothered.
"Well, it's done. Mm, I should put the body in a position that would allow people to think he had a heart attack or something."
Galadriel muttered, and with a sigh, she looked at the dark sky.
"With this, things would finally move forward. I have waited long enough. It's time for me to move my own pawns."
Galadriel smiled, feeling excited about the future to come.
"Make it entertaining for me, my dear humans."
She whispered to the night as she disappeared from sight, leaving Jon's dead body behind. It was time for the Game of Thrones to start, and everyone would play with Galadriel's rules.