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Chapter 13
It has been a delight to watch how the entire continent of Westeros has been brought near the doors of open war in a short period. With just a few letters and lies, everyone was at each other's throats, killing one another for any opportunity to get closer to the throne. Trying to outdo each other plans and become the bigger winner at the end of everything and that was something Galadriel understood to an extent. But it was only starting. The wave of chaos was only getting bigger. So far, it was only the Lannisters getting ready for war. Tywin has been moving mercenaries and killers to do his bitting while he calls his banners. The Stark or Tully had to yet prepared for a potential fight, but it would take one action to lead Westeros into a full war. Yet it was early to see if the rest would follow through. And Galadriel was sure that it only takes a bit more push before Westeros fell into the insulation of war.
And she was highly excited about it. Galadriel has waited a long time for this to happen, and thankfully the pieces needed for her chess game were already moving toward their destination. But she needed something more. The stakes needed to be truly high enough for her to enjoy herself and ensure the end game was rewarding. After all, she was doing all this for her entertainment and legacy. Kind of. The bigger the chaos, the more her name would resonate throughout the world once she resolved things once she took the throne. And she would take the throne, but first, her dear brother needed to be king.
If she wanted to sink Westeros into a mess only she could fix, Joffrey was right for the job. The perfect nail to hammer into the already half-burned and decrepít table, she played on. And also because she truly wanted to mess with Joffrey's head. Galadriel wished to enjoy Joffrey's utter mess. It would be beautiful. Besides, they needed to see him for what he truly was. A brat with less than one digit IQ. And slowly, she would make everyone turn to her. But it was too soon to say.
Galadriel has also been paying curiosity about what Margaery and Arianne were doing. Margaery's brother, the knight of the Flores, has been secretly talking to her about what he and Renly were trying to do. The beautiful Highgarden rose wasn't truly thrilled about the idea, which was surprising since she would be crowned queen if their plan came to be. But it seemed that Margaery's mind was telling her that such a plan wasn't very good. And only put them at risk. Margaery knew that things could go out of control, especially with so many players around. She wanted to wait for the storm and see what came out of it first.
Yet, from what her agents have told her. The lord of Highgarden was now fully on board with the plan and was now telling Margaery about it. My dear, sweet flower. You're the only one with brains in your family. Galadriel thought, amused. Then, she thought about Arianne and smiled at the letters of the gorgeous Dornish princess.
The letters the Dornish princess wrote to her family were encrypted. At first glance, they may seem as if Arianne was talking about a normal day at King's Landing, doing normal things. But keen eyes would notice sudden changes in the writing. Letters would be highlighted by the ink and some phrases as well. It took a while, but Galadriel understood what Arianne was sending back. The princess was incredibly anxious and quite angry that Martell hadn't done anything yet. Margaery has been the cool-headed of the two of them. Arianne was more on the action side and was pleading with her father to do something now since the Lannisters were on the verge of war with the North. And that they should take this opportunity to take revenge on them, whatever that means.
Galadriel wondered what Dorne's quiet yet cunning prince would do now. She would just watch for now.
"Ah... what a beautiful and morbid morning at King's Landing," Galadriel sighed happily, knowing full well that people were dying brutally somewhere in the Riverlands.
"Maybe, I shouldn't be glad innocent people are dying... but I truly don't care. But I have spent so much time alone... in this strange new world... doing things I never thought possible. I wonder if my demonic traits made me into a high-functioning sociopath now. I can only help but wonder what has happened to me."
Galadriel chuckled, feeling a bit melancholy about her current state of mind. But just as sad thoughts came, they disappeared, as if they were forced out of her mind. She looked out the window of her room. She knows Joffrey wants to kill her and has asked help from no other than Littlefinger himself. The master manipulator, and truly, Galadriel felt a bit bad for her brother. He was just so stupid that it was painful. Joffrey's close-mindedness and arrogance blinded him to other people's true intentions. Baelish was playing him without trying too much and already had many backup plans to practically clean his hands if the murder plan didn't succeed. It was something she respected from some of the game players, especially someone like Baelish.
Littlefinger has grown quite paranoid since the Rebellion of the Crowlands. And now truly wants to make sure no one can blame it for his actions. Baelish was smart and has yet to say yes to Joffrey truly. Baelish played along with Joffrey, only telling the prince whatever he wanted to hear. Baelish would only nod and evade the answer with long words, never speaking more or less. He wasn't saying yes, or declining it. He was very good with his words, and Joffrey, who wasn't very bright, didn't even notice it.
"Baelish would have been a very good lawyer," Galadriel mused to herself. "Or an amazing seller."
Nevertheless, Galadriel has her own plans and goals, truth be told. She needed Baelish alive for a while. He was too much fun to be around. And Galadriel felt the need to sink him deeper into a hole that he could never leave. But that would take time. So, for now, Galadriel would allow him to do Joffrey's dirty work. Although, what she found a bit interesting was that Baelish's plans involved her being alive and not dead. At least for now.
Baelish was looking at the bigger picture and was not really looking forward to the entire plot but would take whatever opportunity to take what he wanted. Galadriel's agents told her he was looking into an outside group of mercenaries crazy enough to take up the job. That would take some time, and also. It seems as if Varys was quickly slowly behind his tail. Now that was something highly entertaining to witness. Littlefinger and the Spider were battling against each other in a secret war that few knew was happening.
And if Galadriel was honest. That was truly the Game of Thrones taken to a whole other level.
"Mmhm, but still," Galadriel yawned a little, hearing a knock on her door. "It's only getting started."
"My princess, the Hand of the King is awaiting you," Mya exclaimed. Galadriel inspected herself in the mirror one last time before smiling.
"I'm coming," Galadriel replied, preparing for what could it be a long day. A very fun day, no doubt.
The throne room was filled with many people, nobles, and refugees running from the Riverlands. Ned Stark sat beside Galadriel, like some of the others of the Small council who were there to help her. Galadriel felt slightly uncomfortable on the Iron Throne. The thone was always irritating to sit on and made her butt feel cold. But she ignored such nuisances and focused on what was at hand.
"They burned most of everything in the Riverlands," the poor farmer stated, sobbing each time he spoke. "Our fields, our granaries, our homes. They took our women. Then they took them again...! And... when they were done. They butchered them as if they were animals!"
Ned Stark growled slightly, taking slow breaths to keep control of his temper.
"They covered our children in pitch and lit them on fire!" The farmer wept as his words resonated across the throne room.
Yeah, this does sound like grandfather's mad dog, alright. Galadriel thought, a bit amused. She recalled how Tywin did the same during the Crowlands Rebellions. It was not a surprise he did it again.
"Savages," Ned whispered angrily.
"Brigands, most likely," Pycell stated, trying to put the blame on someone else, like a good Tywin's dog.
"They weren't thieves. They didn't steal anything!" The farmer replied angrily and was offended by such a notion. "They even left something behind, your grace!"
"She's the princess, not the king... the king is hunting... yet you can call her your highness," Pycell said, and now that did make Galadriel give a small glance at the old man incredibly annoyed.
I'll make sure to kill you later. Pathetic little man. Galadriel thought, ruffled.
"Please continue," Galadriel stated as soon as one of the farmers brought a heavy bag filled with something meaty and reddish. Once he poured the contents on the floor, everyone saw the fish lying there.
"That's trout," Galadriel exclaimed, a bit disgusted by the already smelly fish.
"Yeah, the sigil of the House Tully," Baelish added. "Isn't that your wife's house, Tully, my lord hand?"
Galadriel rolled her eyes at the clear signal of Baelish trying to bug Ned Stark. It was clearly a warning to Tully's family since Ned was also married to one of them, a threat to him.
Ned just stared at him, already knowing what it meant. Ned Stark wasn't an idiot, after all. "These men..." Ned spoke. "Were they flying a sigil? A banner?"
"None, my lord hand," the farmer replied. "The man leading them was taller by a foot than anyone I've ever met. Saw him cut the blacksmith in two. Saw him take the head off a horse with a single swing of his sword."
"That sound like someone we know," Baelish whispered all secretly.
"Yeah, that's the Mountain," Galadriel added, pretending to be frightened. "Grandfather's mad dog."
Ned was troubled to hear such a thing. He saw what the man was capable of doing.
"You're describing Ser Gregor Clegane," Ned spoke loudly.
Quickly, Pycell interrupted him. "Why would Ser Gregor turn brigand? The man is an anointed knight." Pycell was surely doing his job by trying to push to blame someone else instead the Tywin Lannister again. Galadriel rolled her eyes.
"I don't know any other man with such raw power... and cruelty," Galadriel added. "You know this, Grand maester." She told the old man just to nudge a bit. Pycell scoffed awkwardly and said no more.
"It's just as our highness said. It's Tywin Lannister's mad dog. No doubt, lord Tywin let him loose on the Riverlands to send a clear message," Baelish stated, smirking too much at Ned Stark. And truly, lord Stark wasn't taking Baelish's words and faced too kindly.
"If the Lannisters were ordered to attack villages under the king's protection it... it would be-" Pycell was thinking of something to say, whatever he could to push to blame into something else, but Baelish was faster with the wit.
"That would be almost as brazen as attacking the king's hand in the capital's streets," Baelish noted, and Pycell quickly shut up.
"The only one capable of controlling the Mountain is grandfather," Galadriel whispered slowly. "I doubt the normal soldier would be brave enough to try and do something about it."
Ned glanced at the princess, and those gray eyes stared at her directly.
Uwah, stop looking at me. Galadriel thought. "What do we do, lord Stark?" She asked, faking worry.
"We must do what's right," he replied.
"But... it's my grandfather we are talking about," Galadriel said, pretending confusion and fear. "I... I don't know if that's wise."
"You must... we must."
Ned just looked at the poor man and what he had suffered. His honor demanded action, and so was his consciousness. "We can't let him get away with it. I cannot give you back your homes or restore your dead to life. But perhaps I can provide you justice in the name of our king, Robert."
Galadriel hummed deeply, wondering what Ned Stark was thinking of doing. "Lord Stark... that-" Galadriel stuttered dramatically, trying to show his anxiousness and fear. Allowing Ned to speak over her easily.
"Lord Beric Dondarrion," Ned called. "You should have the command. Assemble 100 men and ride to Ser Gregor's keep. I charge you to bring the king's justice to the false knight Gregor Clegane and to all those who shared in his crimes. I denounce him and attaint him. I, Lord Eddard Stark, lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North and Hand of the King, strip him of all ranks and titles, of all lands and holdings... and sentence him to death."
Everyone in the throne room just heard, stunned.
"As you command," the lord stated, braver than most would be. Galadriel had to give it out to him. Not many would dare to face the Mountain in battle. If she were honest, those 100 men would end up dead soon, as much as she hated to admit it. The Mountain knew how to fight, and his men were not weak either. They were a bunch of crazy lunatics but good at killing.
"M-my lord, this... this is a drastic action! It would be better to wait for the king's Robert return," Pycell quickly stated but was soon interrupted by lord Stark.
"Grand maester Pycell," Ned exclaimed, not bothering to look at Pycell. "Inform Tywin Lannister that he has been summoned to court to answer for the crimes of his bannermen. He will arrive within the fortnight or be branded an enemy of the crown. And a traitor to the realm."
Galadriel was really close to bursting out laughing. Lord Stark's gall to declare such a thing was not something she expected of him. She truly was having the time of her life. She knew that with this, Lord Stark's fate was sealed. Now it was only time to see how does it end. Even, Baelish was utterly dumbfounded by Ned's declarations. Littlefinger did not expect such foolishness to happen before him or before so many nobles who were there, thanks to Tywin Lannister. After all, a part of the Crownlands was filled with branches of nobles' houses from the Westerlands. They were all loyal to Lord Tywin and would certainly take not kindly to Ned Stark's orders.
Which was the reason for Baelish and Galadriel's reaction. It was such a stupid move from lord Stark. Yet, not a surprising one since his wife made one herself.
This is turning into a mess... and I love it. Galadriel thought, wondering what would happen next.
"I must give it to lord Stark. He is certainly not afraid of speaking his mind," Arianne spoke, seriously impressed and worried about lord Stark's life.
"Lord Stark's intention may be honest and pure, but... I am afraid of what this could cause," Margaery stated, not feeling hungry. Her mind was already filled with so many things that it was hard to say what to do.
They were in the princess's private courtyard and were enjoying lunch. However, both Arianne and Margaery weren't truly hungry. Shame, Galadriel was happily eating without problem but was keeping tabs on what both girls were talking about. Now, she could see more of them which was surprising since they saw her as an innocent princess with a pure, gentle, and kind heart. They unconsciously dropped a bit of the mask they often carried. Their bickering and odd friendship allowed Galadriel to see their true fears and worries.
"I agree... lord Stark has truly made things worse," Galadriel stated with a very artificial and nervous voice. "I couldn't do much... I don't know what to do."
"You were put into a difficult position, your highness," Margaery said quickly. "He is your grandfather, after all."
She muttered painfully and dramatically. "I know my grandfather. He is not going to like this. He's already on edge with everything happening. This is not going to end well."
"No doubt," Arianne scoffed quietly. "He's Tywin, bloody Lannister. Even I know announcing such things publicly would end badly."
"Lord Tywin's reputation is not to be scoffed at. He could see this as a challenge at best or as a threat at worst," Margaery added.
"Still, your highness, what do you think it's going to happen?" Arianne asked.
Hell, if I know. Galadriel thought amusingly. If I had to guess, my dear grandfather would look at the letter, scoff, laugh, or simply burn it. Which in itself is funnily enough for me. But he's not a man who would forget such threats against his family, especially his name.
"He is Tywin Lannister. What do you think he'll do?" Galadriel replied softly.
"Yeah, stupid question," Arianne muttered darkly.
Then everyone heard a few steps arriving at the courtyard and realized that only a few people were allowed into the princess's tower. And it was the queen. Cersei walked towards her daughter with a smile as Arianne and Margaery stood up and bowed.
"My queen," both said, to which Cersei only smiled at them in the condescending way she was known and hated.
"My dear girls, I am sorry to interrupt your lunch, but I have to speak with my daughter privately," Cersei stated. It sounded more like an order than anything else. Arianne and Margaery simply nodded and left them alone. Now, Galadriel and her beloved mother were left by themselves, and the white-haired princess wondered what had brought her mother there.
"My dear, please keep eating. You're looking pale as of late," Cersei said softly as she sat next to Galadriel and started to fill up her plate. Galadriel raised an eyebrow, but it didn't mind eating more.
"It's alright, mother," Galadriel replied, taking small bites of her food while looking at Cersei's expression.
"Tommen and Myrcella surely miss you," Cersei told Galadriel, and the oldest princess allowed herself to smile with genuine care. She did love her two younger siblings. They were innocent and cute, and a part of her was thankful that neither of them seemed to inherit Cersei's arrogance and cruelty. They were just children trying to live their lives in the snake pit the best they could.
"I do miss them dearly, but I have no time to play with them right now," Galadriel told Cersei, who nodded slowly.
"I know, sitting on the Iron Throne does not let you do much as of now," Cersei stated, carefully watching Galadriel eating her food.
"Yes, current events have made it harder," Galadriel muttered darkly.
Cersei hummed quietly. "Lord Stark has made sure to elevate the crown's problems with such... action." Galadriel noticed the hissing tone in Cersei's tone. The queen seemed angry, but it was hard to say exactly what. Ned's declarations and threats to the Lannisters about Robert leaving the duty to lead to her daughter instead of his son, or something else? Cersei was hard to understand sometimes.
"Maybe, it's better if he is not the hand of the king anymore," Cersei whispered softly as she stroked Galadriel's hair. "He is causing a lot of problems for our family."
Galadriel fake shock. Of course, she knew Cersei would say that. But now it was time for Galadriel to manipulate her mother into telling her more. Galadriel felt as if her mother knew something she didn't, something that was making her come to her room and speak with her. But what it was, that was something Galadriel wanted to know.
"But... father-"
"Your father is not here. He out there, hunting, drinking, and probably fucking a tavern whore," Cersei snapped quickly. Galadriel again used her amazing acting skills to pretend she was afraid of loud noises. Her body flinched, and she looked down, showcasing her anxiousness. That allowed her to make Cersei feel more in control and assertive, and that was what Galadriel wanted. Cersei's vanity was the perfect tool to use against her.
"Lord Stark is not by your side. You know this, don't you? He's using you to harm our family," Cersei took her daughter's hand.
"Our family... I don't want grandfather to be considered a traitor," Galadriel expressed mournfully.
Cersei smiled at her. "Of course, neither do I. That's why we must take care of each other."
"But... Lord Stark is father's friend."
"Friends come and go, my dear. Never trust people here, only family, only me."
Galadriel wanted to roll her eyes but continued to look down.
"I could get a new hand for you... Or you could be the hand, and Joffrey could sit on the throne. Both of you could work together. Joffrey wanted to learn, which is a good moment for both of you to grow closer."
It took quite a lot for Galadriel not to just scoffed at her mother's idea. Joffrey wanted to sit on the throne but had no intention of actually ruling. However, she was sure that Joffrey would practically blow everything out of proportion. And while that would certainly be hilarious to see. Galadriel just wanted to annoy Joffrey more.
"Grow closer? Mother, Joffrey hates me," Galadriel stated.
"Nonsense, he may be a bit jealous of you. But he is your brother, and he loves you."
Galadriel gagged at that idea. And almost laughed at such a notion but played with that hilarious idea.
"I don't know..."
"Think about it, darling," Cersei said. "You need some rest. Let your mother deal with the rest."
Galadriel nodded slowly, but soon she stared at her mother's cheek and noticed a really ugly bruise. Now, she truly was shocked at what she was watching.
"Mother..." Galadriel whispered softly as she caressed Cersei's cheek. "Did... did father hit you?"
Cersei tried to keep a proud face before her daughter. But there was shame in her eyes, and Galadriel noticed it. Robert was a brute, but he had never hit Cersei before.
"It is nothing to be worried about, my dear," Cersei said. "A woman in our position must never show fear or shame. We must remain strong."
Cersei expressed as she glimpsed at Galadriel, her beloved and tender daughter. She froze at what she saw. Galadriel, the beautiful and kind princess, was suddenly gone. And for a brief moment, just for a small one. Cersei saw something else. Those golden eyes were staring at her with such intensity that it made her feel so small. Cersei has seen Tywin, her father, angry before. The old lion of Casterly Rock has a powerful gaze that could turn everyone's bones to jelly.
Yet, her daughter. The one person Cersei thought could never possess such eyes was now staring at her with eyes she had never seen before. The air seemed to have vanished. Every sound was erased, and Cersei couldn't breathe.
Cersei was frightened of those eyes. But soon, as she saw them, they disappeared once again. The world that appeared to be stopped for a few seconds returned to normal. And soon, the dark shadows of her daughter's face vanished, and the innocent face returned.
"I see," Galadriel only replied.
The bruise on Cersei's face triggered Galadriel's emotions. The memories of how her father treated her mother in her old world came to hunt her. She truly hated to remember such a thing. But the anger she felt was enough to burn everything around her. Galadriel hated remembering when her mother told her to hide underneath her bed and would soon hear her mother crying when her father beat her. The screams, loud and piercing, how the neighborhoods would ignore the cries for help. How she would hug her teddy bear, trying to disappear. She was only six years old. But she still remembered everything so clearly.
"Galadriel?" Cersei asked carefully, still trembling about what she felt not too long ago.
Galadriel smiled at Cersei and suddenly hugged her. It was a tender and soft embrace that brought warmth to Cersei.
"Mom, I love you," Galadriel muttered in her mother's embrace. Cersei smiled and genuinely hugged her daughter tightly.
"And I love you too, my dear," Cersei whispered. "I'll do anything for you."
Cersei whispered, her mind already aiming at what she would do next. But Galadriel was not thinking of Cersei herself. No, for a moment, Galadriel was thinking of her past mother. The woman could never tell how much she appreciated her love for her.
In a twisted way, Galadriel was mixing both mothers into one person. Maybe, not the best way to deal with things, but one that certainly helped her. Nevertheless, it was not healthy. But Galadriel's mental health was long gone. Her demonic traits only exacerbate the lingering traumas and scars left behind by her past life.
Galadriel's demonic side sees herself as a perfect and powerful being. And any showing of weakness was pushed aside violently. Or twisted into something beneficial. Galadriel didn't know it, but she, day by day, was losing what was left of her humanity.
Certainly, her action, as of late, didn't help. But it may be already too late.
Galadriel looked at the window of her room, and the memories of what took place early had been playing in her mind. She needed a distraction, something to make her feel good and loved. And knew where to get it. It was late, and Mya and Gendry were, like always, guarding her door. But they were mostly rotating. So, if her memory was right, Gendry would go and take a small rest and leave Mya alone.
Making it easier for what she was about to do.
Galadriel then slowly opened the door and saw Mya alone. The half-sister looked rather stressed out about something. No doubt thinking about the annoying Martell and Tyrell girls. She looked cute while making those faces. Galadriel smiled at her and decided it would only be fair to give her the first time to her.
"Mya," Galadriel called from inside the door. Mya seemed to snap back to reality and glanced to her side.
"Your highness? Are you still awake?" Mya asked, surprised. She could only see Galadriel's face.
"Yeah... Mya, can you come in...? I... there's something I need from you."
Galadriel's voice sounded like a whisper, and Mya tilted her head, wondering what it could be. But she nodded and entered Galadriel's room, but once she did. Mya wasn't prepared for what she saw.
Galadriel was wearing a fine piece of clothing. Blue lingerie, half-naked, exposing her curves and allure. It stunned Mya to the point she wasn't even capable of moving.
"My-my... your highness?" Mya stuttered, watching Galadriel's semi-naked body.
Galadriel approached her slowly, allowing the use of her natural allure to ensnare Mya's senses.
"I've been thinking about it... I am not that naive," Galadriel whispered. "I know what Arianne and Margaery are trying to do."
Mya's back hit the wall, and she started to breathe faster. Galadriel golden eyes stared at her blue eyes.
"And I know... what you feel for me," Galadriel put her arms around Mya's neck. And bit by bit, Mya's defenses were being destroyed.
"We-We can't!" Mya whispered, but while trying hard to keep her morals and not cross a line, she would never be able to return. "You're my sister!"
"Half-sister," Galadriel whispered, slowly closing the gap between them. "The Targaryen wed brother and sister for hundreds of years..."
"Still...!"
"Mya, I love you," Galadriel declared softly. "You're one of the few people I trust... and I want you to be the one who beds me... I want to know what it is to feel loved... please, Mya, can you love me?"
Mya's resolve was crumbling. She had her arms around Galadriel's waist, enjoying the feeling of her skin.
"It's not right," Mya pleaded desperately.
Are you kidding me, Mya? If that's your answer, then it's time I use my secret weapon! Galadriel thought, annoyed. She wanted to lose her cherry with someone attractive and lovable, and Mya was the right person. But, if she didn't want to, there was always someone else.
"I see..." Galadriel replied, slowly backing away. "I thought you wanted me... sorry."
Mya breathed with relief but couldn't look away from Galadriel's body.
"Then... Arianne told me today that If I wanted, I could... experiment with her," Galadriel stated non-chantilly. "I wanted you, but... if you don't want me, then..."
That was all she needed to say as soon as Mya was all over her kissing her desperately. She sounded angry between kisses.
"No...!" Mya growled possessively. "You're not going near her...! You're mine!"
Galadriel chuckled as Mya pushed her to the bed. Mya, you can be so childish. Galadriel moaned, hoping that at least Mya would know what to do. I guess this is the Baratheon in her acting all possessiveness. Because, truly, Galadriel has no idea of how girls have sex. Yeah, Galadriel watched some whores doing it, but she doesn't think it's the same. Let's say she's going with an open mind.
While Galadriel and Mya were doing the bumper-to-bumper on the tower of the hand, Ned Stark sighed tiredly. His meeting with his daughters has left him with a sour taste. But it was something he needed to do. Yet, something lingered inside his mind that didn't let him close his eyes. Ned started to read the large book of Westeros's great houses, looked over the Baratheon house, and saw how from Robert's great grandfather. All had black hair until Joffrey Baratheon and Galadriel Baratheon.
Ned, however, was suspicious of them for different reasons.
Joffrey, Myrcella and Tommen were all golden hair. None of them resemble Robert at all. Yet, simultaneously, he looked at Galadriel and recalled Robert's words.
Galadriel, among all my children. She is the one I care about the most, Ned.
Robert's closeness to Galadriel wasn't something out of the ordinary. Neither surprising. There was something different in Galadriel and something that even he couldn't deny.
And don't let you be mistaken. She may have some Targaryen blood in her, but she's also a Baratheon. She does have quite a temper.
Those words echoed inside his mind, and it was there when everything made sense to him.
"She is the only true-born," Ned whispered at the realization. Yet, he needed to find out whether that was a good thing. But there was one thing he needed to do first.
"I need to tell... Robert... the truth needs to be known... the princess is in danger."
Those were the wise words of the Warden of the North.