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Chapter 14

The soft singing of birds and the gentle breeze of wind entering the large room through a window, caressing the naked skin of both girls, was enough to wake up one of them slowly. Mya groaned softly, and as the light forced her eyes to open up, she noticed something practically on top of her. And it was then that she recalled all that transpired last night. Mya froze immediately, knowing full well what Mya had done. A wave of guilt came flowing at her, and she couldn't do much but stare at her princess, her sister.

What have I done? Mya panicked quickly. I took advantage of her! I... I...! Mya's mind was filled with everything she did to her sister last night while she was drunk on lust. She should have known better. Galadriel has always been craving love and intimacy. But it was hard, and most of the time, Mya believed the scars Galadriel carried didn't allow her for such a thing. What occurred during the Crownlands' rebellions definitely left something horrible on her sister's mind. She wasn't sure how deeply it had damaged her. Mya wanted to support her and love her no matter what. But Mya was having a hard time dealing with it all. She felt that she was taking advantage of Galadriel.

It's an assumption she was having, of course. But Mya was nervous, anxious, and scared of what this could do to their relationship. She didn't want to hurt Galadriel at all. Mya truly loved her. But at the same time, Mya couldn't help but smile at the cute snore of Galadriel as the princess snuggled her lovely.

"I must wake up," Mya whispered lowly, hoping to move her sister away. But oddly enough. Galadriel was hugging her tight, refusing to let her go. Mya whined softly, deciding to wake her sister up.

"Your highness," Mya heard a soft moan from Galadriel. "Your highness... Galadriel? Gali, wake up."

Mya whispered again, and this time it worked. Galadriel opened her eyes slowly and soon enough. Those two golden eyes stared back at Mya's blue ones. Mya didn't know what to expect, but she felt relieved seeing Galadriel's smile.

"Good morning, Mya," Galadriel's morning face was so beautiful, gentle, and lovable. Mya was resisting just simply to kiss those lips of Galadriel again.

"We must wake up before people think something is missing," Mya stated, and Galadriel groaned.

"Alright," Galadriel replied, allowing Mya to stand up from the bed. Yet, Galadriel only stared at the gorgeous naked body of Mya. Good, I love girls with muscles. She thought while giggling. Galadriel also noticed the many marks she left on Mya's body. Scratches on Mya's back, some hickeys on her neck, and from what she could see. Mya's body was sore.

"Are you alright?" Galadriel asked teasingly.

"Yeah," Mya groaned, slowly flexing her muscles and hissing a bit. "You... you're stronger than you appear," Mya admitted, noticing bruises and marks on her body. Gods, since when, was she this strong? Mya thought, shocked. Her body felt like one of those days of long training. However, Mya didn't know that Galadriel actually held quite a lot. The princess understood that if she wasn't careful with Mya's strong yet human body. Galadriel could have easily broken Mya's bones. Nevertheless, Galadriel also wanted to mark Mya's body with her lovemaking. And she did just that.

"Sorry, I... let loose," Galadriel said cutely as she stood up from bed and walked towards Mya's, slowly embracing her from behind and kissing the back of Mya's body.

For a brief moment, Mya allowed the embrace to continue, loving the sensation of Galadriel's body-hugging hers. But she knew that she must clear things up before hurting her more.

"Your highness..."

"Galadriel... when we are alone here, please use my name, Mya," Galadriel said quietly. At those words, Mya's heart started beating hard. The ability of Galadriel to make her lose focus on what she had to do was incredible. Mya wanted nothing but to be by her side all the time. More importantly, for Mya, she would put everything aside, even her own life, just for Galadriel's happiness.

"Galadriel... yasterday, I... I lost control," Mya started to speak before Galadriel interrupted her quickly.

"Mya, I know what you are going to say," Galadriel forced her to look at her. "That you took advantage of me... that you didn't want to hurt me or that this shouldn't happen."

"And it shouldn't..."

"Shut up," Galadriel stopped Mya's depressing speech again. "Mya... you think I am just a naive, stupid princess? I don't know what to do and am always being pushed around by everyone?"

"Of course not!" Mya declared.

"Then stop treating me like one," Galadriel replied seriously. Her face reflected that as Mya flinched at her golden eyes. "Mya, you think too much... I want you." Galadriel caressed her half-sister's cheeks. Mya's feelings of duty and love conflicted, but Galadriel's words made her realize they didn't have to fight among each other. Mya could love her sister and serve her dutifully at the same time. Those thoughts were still hard to accept, but Mya simply sighed deeply.

"You're hard to say no," Mya put her arms on Galadriel's naked wais, getting her closer to her. Galadriel giggled as she put her arms around her neck.

"I am the princess. I get what I want," Galadriel declared, using her best voice to imitate her father's voice.

Mya shivered in disgust. "Please, don't talk like that! I don't want to picture the king's voice on you!"

Galadriel chuckled but nodded. "I apologize." Galadriel's lips brushed Mya's, and the bastard daughter of the king hungrily kissed her princess. Mya's hand traveled freely on the naked body. A privilege that no other person in Westeros has, for now, that was. Yet, one that Mya took advantage of. Galadriel moaned and chuckled between kisses, loving the sensation of Mya's hand practically groping her bottom with immunity.

"We should get ready," Mya groaned, she wanted more, but the morning was arriving faster. Galadriel licked her lips but nodded.

"Yes, we should," Galadriel smirked lustfully. "But, we should definitely get cleaned first."

"Mhm, definitely," Mya whispered huskily in Galadriel's ears. "As your guardian, I must help you with anything you need. And make sure you're... properly cleaned."

"Indeed."

Soon, both of them went to the bathroom, where they enjoyed their morning bath with joy.

Sansa Stark just stared at the mirror with no real emotion on her face. Her father's words lingered in her mind, and her dreams of becoming queen slowly faded. And the reasons for her current sadness? Her father has ordered her to pack her things and be ready to leave King's Landing. For Sansa, nothing made sense. Why should they go now? When she was so close to marrying her sweet prince?

"It's not fair," Sansa whispered angrily, almost childishly.

Sansa begrudgingly stood up and heard the noises coming from the room next to her own. The one belonging to her sister Arya. She peered and saw Arya sharing the same feeling.

"What do you want?" Arya hissed, annoyed.

"You aren't the only one angry," Sansa replied.

"Sure," Arya only stated. "I am practicing. I had classes!"

"You call chasing cats classes?" Sansa mocked. "You look like a dirty mutt on the streets of King's Landing. You bring shame to our family by behaving like that, especially in front of the prince."

Arya just glared at Sansa angrily, filled with anger. "The prince? Your dream of becoming his wife still? The one who killed my friend? And threatened to kill your sister? You still want to marry him?" Arya's words made Sansa scoff, but internally, she refused to believe Joffrey was like that. Not after yesterday, when he gave her that necklace and bowed to never mistreat her again.

Sansa believed him because she loved him. "He has changed. You're just jealous I'll become his queen."

"You're an idiot," Arya only replied. "He will throw you away at the first chance he gets!"

"And what about you?! Do you think... a sword will make you a knight? That dancing around with that wooden sword would make you strong?!"

"Yes!" Arya yelled. "I want to be a knight and strong and not a... lady like you who will get hit by her husband behind close doors!"

"He will never do that!" Sansa cried, defending the honor of Joffrey.

"I want to be like Mya," Arya stated. "I have seen her practice. She can take any of the Lannister soldiers without even sweating! She is strong and the princess guard!"

Sansa wanted to say something about it but couldn't come up with anything. But thankfully, Septa Mordane arrived at the room where both sisters were fighting.

"Your screams are heard across the hall," she chastised them. "What have I told you both about arguing?"

"I don't want to leave. I am to wed the prince! Be his queen and give him children!"

Arya rolled her eyes at her sister, already tired of hearing the same thing repeatedly.

"It's enough, Sansa," the septa said. "It's done."

Sansa looked at her hatefully and then at Arya. She didn't say anything but left angrily. Sansa wasn't going to allow her dreams to die in the north. No, she would stop her father from stripping her away from her true love.

Arya's silence only reflected what she thought. She hated Sansa. Hated how she could smile prettily every time Joffrey was near, like a dumb girl with nothing inside her head. How she acted as if she was better than everyone else. It was the reason why Arya wanted to be anything but a lady. Sansa was the clear representation of everything she despised. A weak woman with no backbone who would let herself be used by men. Arya knew she wouldn't be able to change her sister, so she decided to ignore her existence and focus on her training instead. Sansa had her dreams, but so did she. And Arya would make sure to achieve them one way or another.

"If I could only be near the princess," Arya muttered quietly, thinking of how she could be like Mya. Strong, tall, and fierce. "Maybe, I could ask them to help me train?"

Arya muttered, thinking of the possibilities ahead of her. But somehow, some of her wondered if she would even have the chance to achieve anything. She could only hope.

The morning sun truly and warmth truly made Ned feel homesick. Ned missed the cold breeze of the north and the wet dirt underneath his boots. Yet, there he was, silently cursing his misfortune. He should have said no to Robert back then. But it was too late now. All Ned could do was see things through and hope it was not too late.

"Lord Stark," the queen's voice only clarified things to Ned. The south was an endless pit of betrayal and corruption. But at the hand of the King, Ned has to do.

"Your grace," Ned only said, slowly standing up as Cersei tilted her head at him. The typical Lannister smile appeared on the queen as she held herself above him.

"You call for me here? In this little courtyard?" Cersei asked mockingly. "To what I owe the pleasure?" She drawled hissingly, not liking the way those gray eyes of his judged her. Ned stared coldly at her, not saying much for a few seconds.

"I apologize for calling you at such early hours of the morning, your grace," Ned stated with a surprisingly taunting tone that surprised Cersei. Still, the queen wasn't one to be intimidated by such words.

"Please, lord Stark, such a condescending tone is underneath you," Cersei replied coldly, looking at Ned as if he was the scum of the earth.

"Perhaps," Ned only replied. "But it's useful to have."

"Perhaps it's time to go home," Cersei said. "To the north where you belong."

Ned nodded. "I know, my lady. But I can't go back just yet. There are things to settle here first."

Cersei turned away from him, looking at the courtyard. She was having a hard time holding her anger down but did her utmost best to keep it down. She then chuckled at him. "And what could that be?" Cersei asked.

Ned stared at her for a few seconds.

"I know the truth Jon Arryn died for," Ned stated, and Cersei stumbled for a second before regaining control of her body. Whatever reaction could be seen in the face of the queen, fear was one of them.

"Do you, lord Stark?" Cersei asked then, with a chilly voice. "Is that why you called me here, to pose me riddles?"

Ned may not be a master of manipulation; however, he did know how to confront criminals and oathbreakers. But the bruise on Cersei's cheek made him wonder if Robert had done something like hitting his wife before.

"Has he done this before?" Ned pointed to her cheek. Again, Cersei's body betrayed her. She tried to look strong and brave, but shame came first over the other two.

"Jaime would have killed him," Cersei replied quickly. "My brother's worth a thousand of your friends."

"Your brother? Or you, lover?" Ned clarified what Cersei feared the most. The truth, but she still held pride in that piece of information.

"Targaryens wed brothers and sisters for three hundred years to keep the bloodline pure," Cersei deflected by using the last family to hold the Iron Throne as an example without realizing that their downfall was practically led by such practice. Among many other things. "Jaime and I are more than brother and sister. We shared a womb. Came into this world together. We belong together."

Ned tried to hide his disgust at such declarations. But more importantly, he realized how deeply disturbed the queen truly was. To hold a relationship with her own brother was disgustingly enough. Still, to put his family in danger was another thing entirely.

"My son saw you with him," Ned declared silently. "And your brother tried to kill him."

"Do you love your children?" Cersei then asked Ned.

"With all my heart," Ned replied.

"No more than I love mine; they're all Jaime's."

"Except for Galadriel," Ned stated, and he saw anger in Cersei's eyes. And disappointment.

"I thought... the timing of it all... it couldn't be more," Cersei muttered as if she was speaking to herself. "It was my own fault. Robert came that night when it was supposed to be Jaime. Robert finished, and I thought Jaimes' seed would sweep away Robert's. But when she was borne, I knew. That she was all Robert. All Targaryen and Baratheon."

Cersei still recalled the first time she saw it. Her first daughter, but more importantly. The prophecy that came to be. One that keeps on playing inside her mind over and over again. Yet, she still smiled at Ned.

"She is the only good thing that came of my marriage with Robert," Cersei declared. "My little princess."

Ned shocked his head in disgust. "You've always hated him."

"Hated him? I worshipped him. Every girl in the Seven Kingdoms dreamed of him, but he was mine by oath. And when I finally saw him on our wedding day in the Sept of Baelor. Lean and fierce and black-beared, it was the happiest moment of my life. And that night, he crawled on top of me, stinking of wine, and did what he did, what little he could do... and whispered in my ear Lyanna."

Cersei's bitterness was loud and clear. And for a brief time, Ned felt sad for the queen. And for life, she lived with Robert.

"Your sister was a corpse; I was a living girl, and he loved her more than me."

Ned only sighed deeply, knowing that what came next wasn't easier.

"When the king returns from his hunt, I'll tell him the truth. You must be gone by then, you and your children. I will not have their blood on my hands. Go as far away as possible with as many men as possible. Because wherever you go, Robert's wrath will follow you."

Cersei shook her head slowly. She chuckled silently, not believing Ned Stark's stupidity. Yet, there was something she wanted to know first.

"What about Galadriel? My daughter?" Cersei asked, wanting to know more about Ned Stark's plan. "What will you do with her?"

Ned didn't answer at once. He thought about it and looked at her like he was considering it.

"I will keep her safe," Ned declared. "She's Robert's only true born. And he loves her. The princess will be safe here."

Cersei simply chuckled. "You speak of Robert's wrath. But what about my wrath, Lord Stark? I'll die before anyone touch my children. Or kill."

"Treats will get you nowhere," Ned replied.

"Oh, but I think they do," Cersei answered. "You see, you should have taken the realm for yourself."

"Of all things I have done and regret. Sitting on the Iron Throne wasn't one of them."

"Oh, but it was," Cersei smiled in cruelty. "Robert wasn't fit to be a king, and you know it. When you play the Game of Thrones, you win, or you die. There is no middle ground."

And with Cersei left Ned Stark alone in the courtyard.

Gendry frowned a bit, noticing how giggling Mya was while they were training. Galadriel was sitting near the practice courtyard, next to Arianne and Margaery, who seemed confused by how Mya and Galadriel stared at each other. Quite happily.

"Is something funny?" Gendry asked Mya.

Mya turned towards him with a grin. "No. Not really."

"Well, then, keep your arm up," Gendry muttered, but it seemed his words just flew over Mya's head.

On the side, Arianne and Margaery only stared at Galadriel and how joyful she was today. A rather strange sight. Not that the princess wasn't a ball of sunshine. But there was something different about her.

"You seem oddly happy today, your highness," Arianne stated.

"I just... have a good night's sleep, that's all."

Galadriel giggled softly, allowing the princess of Dorne to come slowly and gather her thoughts. And it took not long before she noticed some marks on Mya's neck. Ones that she recognized immediately. And Arianne wasn't the only one that caught it. Margaery was a smart girl and could see the same signals as well. Mya and the princess have shared the same bed for the night.

"A good night's sleep? Or... something else?" Arianne now looked at Galadriel, who seemed to blush.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Galadriel tried to push away, earning a few chuckles.

"Please, your highness," Margaery whispered secretly. "You're too... giggly. And, Mya's neck show marks of kisses, and I'll bet they came from no man."

Galadriel was having fun trying to play dumb and let the girls know that Mya had moved faster than them. Allowing the girls to just let their imaginations run wild. But she wanted to push them to move too.

"Maybe...?"

Arianne decided to let the princess know that she approved of such actions. "It's alright, my princess. We aren't going to judge you. Mya is fairly attractive. And you're beautiful."

Margaery nodded. "Love between women it's not that bad seen."

"Not in Westeros," Arianne smiled. "But I'm sure in Dorne, it's quite common."

"Of course," Margaery smiled as she took Galadriel's hand. "You should not hide it. We are your friends. Your lady's in waiting. You can tell us everything."

"And maybe, if you wish. I could also teach you more," Arianne whispered huskily. "The Dornish's lovemaking is legendary for a reason."

Oh, I would like to know more about that. Galadriel thought amusingly.

"I... I... I care for Mya a lot," Galadriel whispered, using her dramatic voice number two. "I don't want to betray her."

It was clear that the princess wouldn't be the type of person who would betray someone's trust, especially from one person she loved. Meaning they would need to change their approach.

"Please, your highness. You don't need to betray your lover. if Mya joins as well!" Arianne joked.

"J-Join?!" Galadriel replied scandilzed.

"Oh, your highness. Love is meant to be spread around. Kings and queens in the past have taken a lot of lovers," Margaery chuckled softly. "Mya knows that you are going to get married one day. That will happen to all of us. But we must understand what to do to achieve happiness."

Galadriel blushed. "I... I... I..."

"Please, your highness," Arianne said, giggling softly. "We aren't here to judge you. We're just trying to help you find your true self. If that is a woman who loves another woman. Or if it's a man who loves another man."

Margaery giggled as well. "I'm sure Mya won't mind. In fact, I bet she would love to join.

I doubt it. Mya can be very possessive. Galadriel thought amusingly, remembering all the things Mya told her last night.

"But, maybe I could speak to her," Arianne stated. "We could arrange something?" The Dornish princess slowly leaned forward, showing her gorgeous curves to the princess.

Galadriel wondered if these two girls wanted her to have a harem of beautiful women. Not like she was against it. Who would refuse such an idea? What idiot would reject Mya, Arianne, and Margaery on their bed naked? Galadriel knew she wouldn't be the one to do it. But she would do it carefully. After all. She wasn't lying when she told them. That she truly cared for Mya.

"I don't know," Galadriel murmured.

However, Galadriel would only add a little. She would just let the girls do the rest, whatever it was. Still, nothing prepared her for what was to come soon. She suddenly felt a nudge, and it was one of her spies, slowly creeping on her shoulder. Neither Arianne nor Margaery couldn't see it. Since it was using a camouflage skill. It was a transparent spider and small enough for Galadriel to carry with her all the time.

Galadriel leaned closer, allowing her to hear whatever the spider would tell her. And Galadriel was suddenly stunned by what the spider told her.

What...?

Of all things Galadriel expected to happen, of all things she planned or prepared. Nothing prepared her for what happened when her father, the king, came back from his hunt. It was a reminder that sometimes, there were things she couldn't control or know.

A boar? A fucking boar?! Truly?! Galadriel thought, incredibly irritated. She walked faster than her siblings, who were following her quickly.

"Your highness!" Gendry called, but Galadriel ignored.

Galadriel soon arrived at the room, pushing her way in, and saw her father in a terribly bad state on the bed. Joffrey was unusually emotional, with teary eyes. Cersei and Ned Stark were oddly quiet, and Ser Barristan only glanced at her with guilt and shame. Her uncle, Renly's stunned face didn't suit him, and it was clear he was somewhere else but there.

"Father," Galadriel whispered softly. "What happened?"

The situation presented to Galadriel wasn't one she expected to deal with. The princess has always hoped that her father would die sooner or later. Either by being killed by Cersei or someone else. Or drinking wine and suffocating on his own vomit. However, a boar wasn't one of them.

Galadriel wasn't sure of what to feel. Annoyed that her father decided to get himself mauled by a boar or being worried about him. A sensation that surprised Galadriel.

Why was she feeling worried for Robert? That's insanity and stupid. Galadriel expected him to die, especially when it was convenient for her. But now that she was watching him, her father was on his possible deathbed. A strange sensation came to her. It was as if she wanted to save him.

But why?

Because she cared for him?

She didn't care about her father. She never did. Not since she was a child. So why now?

Galadriel, annoyed and somehow surprised, approached the king, whose eyes seemed to look at her with some happiness.

"Go, you don't want to see this," Robert whispered hoarsely to Joffrey. The prince only stared at him and then at Galadriel; hurt and jealousy appeared on his face, but he obeyed and left the room.

"My fault," Robert chuckled painfully. "Too much wine. Missed my thrust."

Galadriel then looked at her mother, who looked amazed and pleased about it. I see. Galadriel thought, already knowing what her mother did.

Ned approached slowly and inspected the wound. Galadriel sighed as she saw the whole on Robert's side. If anything, Galadriel was shocked that Robert hadn't died yet. Baratheon's stubbornness also applied to the dead.

"Stinks... stinks like death, don't think I can't smell it."

Robert laughed, and between coughs of pain, he sighed deeply. "I paid the bastard back, Ned. I drove my knife right through his brain. You ask him if I didn't. Ask him!"

Ser Barristand and Renly only stood there, watching without saying much.

"I want the funeral feast to be the biggest the kingdoms ever saw. And I want everyone to taste the boar that got me."

Robert then breathed slowly. "Now leave us, the lot of you. I need to talk to Ned."

"My dear..." Cersei tried to stop it, but Robert wouldn't allow it.

"Out, all of you!"

And so, everyone left them alone.

Galadriel pondered what to do about it. But first, she wanted to know more.

"Ser Barristan, what happened?" Galadriel asked softly. The old knight just shook his head.

"He was reeling from the wine. He commanded us to step aside, but... I failed him," Ser Barristan whispered. Galadriel knew better than that. No sword nor shield would have been able to protect her father from himself.

"No, Ser Barristan. No man could have protected him from himself," Galadriel replied, smiling sadly at the old knight.

"Mother, where are Tommen and Myrcella?" Galadriel asked and then noticed that her mother was nowhere to be seen. Ah, I see... she is not wasting time, eh?

Soon enough, Ned came out of the chamber with a somber look.

"Your highness, the king wishes to speak with you," Ned only said as he held a letter close to his chest.

Galadriel nodded and soon entered the room. Truly, the smell of blood and wine was penetrating her nose. But more important was the small chuckle of the king.

"Father?"

"Hey," Robert's face was covered with sweat, and it seemed he was doing everything possible to stay awake. "Sorry, not at my best."

"You look... like shit," Galadriel stated, causing her father to chuckle.

"I am shit, my girl," Robert laughed again. However, it was very slow laughter, small and frail. It was clear that Robert would die soon.

"Father..." Galadriel sat near him, but it was Robert the one who wanted to speak.

"Look... I know I wasn't the best father I could be. Gods be good. I was terrible at it," Robert said mournfully. "I drank, and whore, I never show you... my gratitude. I... I am truly sorry, my child, for everything I have done to you. You deserved a better father. A better man. Please forgive me."

Galadriel didn't say much. She just sat there, unmoving. Everything was utterly new for her. It was true that Robert wasn't the best father, but he was much better than the last one she had. The bar was just a little high. Still, while she didn't hate Robert, Galadriel thought she was indifferent about him. But now, she wasn't sure what to make of him. Was he really a bad man or an average one? Did he deserve to go down in history as someone worthy of respect? Or should he remain forgotten by future generations, like most other kings before him? Was he a man with flaws that tried his best? Galadriel couldn't be sure.

Yet, Robert was a complicated individual. A strange person. She remained silent until Robert spoke up again, with tears forming around his eyes.

"You're the only good thing I have ever done," Robert wept slowly. "The only thing that I am proud of. My daughter."

Galadriel never expected to see her father. The king weeping before her. Robert wasn't the one to cry at all. But now, there he was, sobbing before her.

This is... disturbing. Galadriel thought deeply as her feeling were mushed together. But, she couldn't find in herself to hate Robert. No, she felt nothing. Or so she thought. However, for Galadriel, to watch someone crying in regret was new. Especially when that someone was her father. And she respected that. Yes, Robert was on his deathbed, but apologizing takes courage.

"It's alright, father... I never hated you," Galadriel spoke and was telling the truth. She never hated him. But never loved him either. She just felt nothing about him.

Robert smiled gently. "Please, take care of your siblings... they will need you."

"I will," Galadriel replied.

Robert then moved slowly before pointing at the wardrobe. "The little box on the table. Yeah, that one."

Galadriel then saw a ring, but it was not a simple one. It was the Baratheon House ring. The one her father always carried with him.

"It is yours now."

"Father, this..." Galadriel was now sure of what Robert talked about with Ned alone. And she was surprised by such a decision. Or maybe, she shouldn't be. Robert was hard to predict. But to choose her over her brother. It was surprising.

"You... you're the only one who can keep Westeros afloat. The only one... capable of ruling just and with virtue. Joffrey... his not fit to be king. I see it in his eyes... he will cause chaos. That's why I made you my heir... Ned will serve as your hand until you come of age... the marriage to his oldest son... well, I leave you to do it as you see fit."

Robert chuckled painfully. "But remember... you may look Targaryen and have a Lannister mother. But you're a Baratheon still... never let anyone intimidate you. Be strong, my child. Show your rage! Your anger!"

Robert then let out a painful breath. "You will be the greatest monarch the Seven Kingdoms have ever seen. A queen like no other."

Galadriel simply nodded, feeling a mix of emotions inside her. Rage, pride, and joy. Galadriel may not realize it, but her inner self always wanted to feel elevated by someone. Especially if that person was her father. A sensation she had never experienced before. Just like any child who grew on an abusive home. They dreamed of love and recognition. It was one of the reasons Galadriel didn't truly hate Joffrey as much as one would do. Joffrey was a sadistic child, no doubt. But even he wanted to be loved and acknowledged by his father. And it explained why Joffrey hated Galadriel since she was the only one the king seemed to care about.

Yet, despite having these thoughts, Galadriel knew deep down that she deserved none of those feelings toward her father. He did many things wrong. Unforgivable things. And yet, she found herself wanting to forgive him.

He is not my old father. Robert is nothing like him. He never hit me or hated me. Galadriel thought softly and wanted to move on finally from all those thoughts.

"I'll... I'll make you proud," Galadriel whispered again, not showing her inner thoughts.

"You already did," Robert replied gently. "Go on... I don't want you to see me drift away."

"Do you want to die?" Galadriel asked. She could save him, like nothing, with a snap of her fingers. Yet, Robert simply chuckled.

"I've been waiting for this day... I am weary. I want to sleep. I think it is better this way," Robert looked at her, and she saw no lie in his eyes.

"I see..."

Galadriel should have seen this coming. She wasn't surprised but at the same time. The sensation of relief appeared inside her. Galadriel, then, in a very uncharacteristic way, decided to give some peace to Robert. A faulty man living in an unforgiven world.

"Goodbye, father," Galadriel said as she kissed Robert's forehead.

Robert exhaled deeply. The pain seemed to have vanished and slowly drifted away.

Galadriel only stood and watched him die. Then she looked at the window and sighed.

"I haven't grown up at all."

Galadriel whispered before leaving the room.

"Now, things are going to change... I'll have to change now."

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