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okay so good news! my roommate was found, everything is alright. I'm going to be slower for the next little while still getting everything sorted with my living situation I just thought I would post an update.
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okay so good news! my roommate was found, everything is alright. I'm going to be slower for the next little while still getting everything sorted with my living situation I just thought I would post an update.
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So some really serious personal stuff came up out of nowhere, my roomate went missing so consider this a hiatus for a little while. Sorry guys
Visitor // Ned & Cat
Cersei’s fingers felt like ice against the skin of Catelyn’s face. She gasped quietly as the guard lifted her off the ground, feeling immediately disorientated as her head fell back against the man’s arm. She did not want Cersei to take care of Ned. She wanted to stay and take care of him herself. The Queen’s words were making little sense to her and her confusion grew with each passing second.
“I wish to return to my husband.” Her voice was little more than a whisper as she looked up first to the strange man carrying her and then over to Cersei. This was all wrong… Bran had fallen and been attacked… The king had been murdered. The Lannisters. It was the Lannisters, she remembered. She had come to warn Ned, but now he was left alone. And where were the girls?
She closed her eyes as the sensation of being quickly carried caused her stomach to protest violently. She rested one hand on her stomach and covered her mouth with the other.
"Soon, my lady," her voice was soft but she did not look at Catelyn now as she spoke, she only kept her eyes straight ahead, arms folded in front of her, "I will have him brought to you at once," she lied. She had never been able to tolerate feverish protests, but from her own children and even then it grew tiring, constantly hearing the same ridiculous requests over and over again. Catelyn had stopped asking about her daughters though which Cersei would count as a blessing. If she were in Catelyn's position she would claw through two thousand guards to get to her children, fever or no.
Cersei glanced into a doorway where she could see a great round lump of a body covered with a sheet. She knew this to be Robert and she had to stay herself from smiling slightly at the relief that flooded now as she saw his body once again. The threat he posed had died with him as had her humiliation. It was a sweet sight.
"I'm sure the good Maester will have something to help you sleep," she said hoping it would be true as they passed into Maester Pycelle's chambers, where vials and jars lined the walls.
Visitor // Ned & Cat
As she allowed the Queen to lead her to the door, Catelyn glanced back again towards Ned’s sleeping form. Something felt very wrong with this situation. Her head was spinning and she couldn’t think straight. Arya… Arya was missing. But no, Catelyn had seen her and Sansa only a few hours ago. They had been right here with her, she was sure of it.
There was something unsettling about Cersei’s soft voice as the woman continued to speak to her and lead her further away from Ned’s chambers. Further away from Ned. The lone wolf dies but the pack survives. Don’t leave Ned alone, she thought. But the Queen was taking her to Sansa, wasn’t she? She was taking her to her daughter and perhaps Arya was with her too.
Catelyn stopped and looked up at the Queen. Her voice was sweet and her face full of concern. But her grip was unflinching on Catelyn’s arm and something was screaming at her not to trust her and not to leave her husband.
“Ned… I should not leave Ned without speaking with him.”
Cersei slowly urged Lady Catelyn out the door, "I will take care of Ned," she said brushing her cool fingers softly against Catelyn's cheek. She could feel how weak she was and she gestured to a guard, "carry her to Maester Pycelle," she said, following as the guard started to move.
Most of all, she wanted Ned isolated from the rest of his family. It mattered less if Catelyn saw Sansa and if it would keep her quiet she would allow it once she was able to see the Maester, but of course she would have her ears in the conversation, "My Lady I'm sure your husband would like to see you well, I will be sure he knows of everything the Maester has to say and you will receive the best attention the realm has to offer."
She followed close to the guard who held Lady Catelyn.
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Visitor // Ned & Cat
Lost. Arya was lost. Her little daughter who had seen only nine name days was lost somewhere in the capitol with no one to protect her. Catelyn was not a fool, as insincere as Cersei’s words of concern were, there was truth in what she was saying. Anything could have happened to Arya in the hours since she had seen her last. Dear Gods, protect my babe, she thought, closing her eyes in silent prayer, see her safely home or at least to someone who might care for her.
She opened her eyes and watched as the Queen stepped closer to her. No matter what else she may be, the woman was a mother. How could she be so cruel as to keep one child away from her and taunt her with the fact that her youngest daughter was missing somewhere in a city rife with chaos.
Catelyn looked at her somewhat blankly for a moment, before her final words registered. She frowned and glanced towards Ned’s sleeping form before looking back to Cersei. Where her words a threat? If she didn’t leave with her, would she hurt Sansa? Had she lied before and truly knew the whereabouts of Arya? Was she threatening to kill Arya and blame it on the panic that had surely engulfed the city by now?
“My girls… I want to see my girls.”
The fever was taking Lady Catelyn's wits, Cersei could see, "I can only allow you to see Sansa, my lady, as I've said Arya is missing," she took Catelyn's arm and supported her small frame, "I would take you to her if I thought you had enough strength," she said, her voice soft and sweet.
"Come with me to Maester Pycelle," she whispered softly. Truthfully she wanted to know what this ailment was and Pycelle would tell her, surely, "He will have access to medicine, My Lady that might help," there was no malace left in Cersei's tone. Something she had learned to do when she was very young. Sounding sweet had been second nature to her since before she could remember.
"I will have Sansa brought to you as soon as I am sure you are well," she said, gently coaxing Layd Catelyn toward the door.
LETTER TO CERSEI LANNISTER
Dear Queen Cersei, my daughter,
Joffrey is to be crowned soon.I will assume the position as Hand of the King. I understand you have the two little she-wolves in King’s Landing. Sansa is Joffrey’s - let him have her, but make sure she is not killed. She could be important. As for Arya, she could be dangerous. If needed, send her to me, and I will deal with her.
Your father, Lord of Casterly Rock,
Tywin Lannister.
Lord Tywin Lannister, Lord of Casterly Rock, Warden of the West, and Hand of the King,
I have no intention of allowing any fatal harm to come to either of the Stark girls. Currently I have Catelyn and Ned Stark as well as Sansa Stark. The second daughter seems to have gone missing in the commotion. I have sent out a party to search for her in hopes of them finding at least her body. I doubt she has gotten far if she is still alive.
Your Daughter, Queen of the Seven Kingdoms,
Cersei Lannister.
Visitor // Ned & Cat
Catelyn had had no doubt that Tywin Lannister would be the new Hand of the King, but it was still unnerving to hear the woman confirm it. She was relieved that Ned would no longer hold the position, if she was being honest, she did not want him here in King’s Landing, especially now. Her only worry was whether or not the Lannisters would allow him to leave. She was under no illusions about their stay, no matter how much Cersei claimed they were guests. Guests had the liberty to come and go as they pleased and she was certain that was not the case for Ned and herself. She did not want either of them to be here when Tywin Lannister arrived, for she was only too aware of the lengths the man was capable of going to in order to further his house.
She nodded politely when Cersei mentioned Maester Pycelle, she was hopeful that she would not be here long enough to require his services when her child was due to make their entrance into the world but she knew it was more than likely she would have need of him at some point. There was something about the man she did not trust and she knew Ned felt the same. The last time she had been in the capitol had been nine years ago, visiting with Lysa. She had not long given birth to Arya and the child would not rest or feed easy when they were here, she had sought out Maester Pycelle then and the man had done little to aid her child, only wanting to ply her little girl with dreamwine and have her gone from his presence.
It was Cersei’s last words that caused Catelyn’s breath to speed up and her heart to hammer in her chest. She subconsciously dropped her hand to her stomach as she felt it twist, feeling as though she would be sick all over the Queen’s beautiful silk gown. She was certain that the panicked look on her face had betrayed her, but still she tried to maintain her composure as she refused to look away from her cold stare. The only hope she and Ned had that their girls had safely escaped King’s Landing had been dashed, but with a start she realized that the Queen only mentioned Sansa. There was no mention of Arya. She stood unsteadily from her bed, keeping one hand on the bedpost to maintain her balance as she attempted to pull herself to her full height. Her legs were shaking and she was not sure if it was her frustratingly weakened state or fear for her daughters. Possibly both.
“Was she alone?”
"Yes, I'm afraid the other one, Arya, has been lost in the commotion. We can only hope she turns up soon," Cersei paused for a moment contemplating her next word, "alive," she added slowly, knowing what the word would mean to the girl's mother. She did not need to add anything else. King's Landing was dangerous for an adult but a little girl alone in the wake of the king's death? The implication was enough.
It was clear to see how weak Catelyn had become as she stood, her legs shaking as if they might give out under her. Cersei found her posturing strange when it was so clear how dire her condition was. Cersei was taller than Catelyn on a good day but wobbling on her unsteady legs as if she might collapse she looked feeble and small as Cersei hadn't seen her before.
"You simply must allow me to take you to Maester Pycelle," she said, moving closer, "I'm sure if you let him examine you, he will find a way for you to regain your strength."
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Visitor // Ned & Cat
Catelyn startled slightly, looking up towards the doorway which now framed none other than Cersei Lannister herself. She glanced to the side to see Ned sitting in the chair by her bed, sleeping somewhat awkwardly in an upright position. He looked so worried and exhausted, even in sleep. She gently withdrew her hand from his and pushed herself into a seated position, not wanting to face the Queen as she lay in bed, but found her energy spent on sitting up alone and realizing that attempting to rise from the bed would be a foolish endeavor.
She locked eyes with her for a long moment, thinking of the last time they had spoken. Ironically she had been in as much a state of undress as she was now, as she had sat by Bran’s bedside listening to this very woman offer her false words of comfort. Had Catelyn known the truth of it then, she dreaded to think how she might have acted. She had been involved in Bran’s fall. For all she knew, Cersei had pushed her son from that abandoned tower herself and if not she had at the very least witnessed and ordered the deed done.
She kept her voice low, in an attempt not to wake Ned, “I cannot think what you might possibly wish to speak with us about, your Grace. Surely you have much on your mind this evening.” She took a shaky breath, trying to keep her voice as level as possible, finding it more difficult than she imagined in order to maintain a somewhat civil tone with the woman.
“King Robert’s loss is greatly felt, your Grace. The kingdom grieves, I am sure.” She looked to Ned, her husband had lost his best friend and his brother by all but blood. At the hand of this very woman who now stood before her. “I am sorry for your loss.”
Ned Stark had fallen asleep, his hand in his wife's. His worry would almost be endearing if she didn't suspect the two had been conspiring against her. Catelyn was awake, which would serve her just fine for now she was sure Ned would not sleep long through this, and if he did she would tell his wife to deliver him the news.
"The loss will be felt by all the seven kingdoms, truly," she agreed, "there is much to be done, and your husband, at present is hand of the king. Of course when Joffrey takes the throne I will be appointing my father in his place, but that's all business for he and I."
Cersei paced around the foot of the bed, her hands clasped in front of her, "While you are an unexpected guest of the capitol you are still a guest my lady, and if there is anything that can be done to abate your symptoms Maester Pycelle will be happy to oblige I'm sure."
She held Catelyn's gaze, her green eyes burning, "I'm sure it will soothe you to know that Sansa is securely in her chambers, poor thing was frightened, by the stables. I was sure to see her back into the castle and leave her with a guard for protection."
Visitor // Ned & Cat
Cersei had secured all she wanted to secure. Sansa was in her chambers under guard, as were Catelyn and Ned. She had written and sent letters to each corner of the Kingdom to spread the news of the death of the king. All who were not already present at court were to swear fealty to the new king. She predicted she would see some struggle from Stannis but nothing she was afraid of. The Tyrell family was in the capitol and if she could secure their army she would not be afraid of an attack of whatever small fleet Stannis could scrape up for a siege. Finally she wrote a letter to her father, asking him to come to King's Landing where she would make him Hand yet again, but this time to her.
She rose from her desk, leaving her quill in the inkpot. She was incredibly pleased with herself. Everything ad worked out perfectly and it was all her own doing. Of course there would be variables to come but she would handle those in stride. Her father would be proud of her, she thought. She would rule now. It was her turn and no one would take it from her. She had watched Robert drink and whore and drive the kingdom into debt, never caring about the power or the politics of it and still he had more power than she did it had never been fair but now it was. It was her hour in the sun.
Her two guards flanked her as she walked through the hall, until she arrived outside Ned Stark's door, "Stay here," she said lightly to the guards, "I doubt there is any danger in there for me."
Knocking lightly she entered before waiting for a response. Cat lay in bed looking frail. Ned Stark had told the truth of it then, his lady wife was too ill to be moved, "I'm so sorry to intrude at such an hour but things are in such chaos I thought it best to speak with you both immediately."
"Of course your grace. I won’t leave this room," She whimpers, showing false fear. Sansa realizes now it is time to plan. Her first priority isn’t to leave the city, but to keep her family safe. In all honesty there’s not much she can do. Arya slipped away from her in the chaos of departing, and even Sansa worries about her despite their bickering. She needs to see her father at once, and he needs to tell her every detail of what is going on. After the evening’s happenings it is not wise for her to trust anyone, not even the queen after how she’s just treated Sansa. She knows that Cersei means not to keep her safe, only to keep her in the Capitol. The high court is not what she thought it would be at all, lovely ladies, and handsome kind lords. Instead she finds traitors, tricksters, and thieves. The only person other than her father and mother who makes her want to stay is her beloved Joffrey. The poor prince is probably confused and drowning in grief. Sansa wishes that she could hold him in her arms and feel his blonde hair in her hands.
Cersei watched Sansa sputter and whimper. She had no time for it, and when the heavy oak door was shut she gave the guard a key, and orders not to leave. She would send another shortly. Sansa was a valuable piece in this game, now especially. She did not know what Ned Stark would intend to do next but she knew he would already be planning. She had to seat Joffrey soon and send a letter to her father. She didn't have time to play games with the Stark girl, and a taste of reality would serve her well. Cersei had grown out of those naive fancies when her mother had died and it was best Sansa did too.
There was a small pang of guilt in her stomach as she walked away. She didn't have time for guilt either, not over Sansa and really the girl should be thanking her.
Sansa feels anger flare through her body when she feels the queen yank her arm like a rag doll. The She-wolf in her rears its head, but she knows how to fight. She won't fight like the men in Winterfell with swords and shields, but like the ladies of the high court with unreadable facades and words that cut like the men's swords. Sansa looks up at the queen with a calm look plastered over her anger.
"Your grace," she exclaims apologetically, "I am so sorry I never meant to worry you. I was just so hot from all of the commotion in the hall. I am so very sorry for his grace's passing." As she stares into the queen's fiery eyes a coat of armor feels as if it has stationed itself over her body. Her skin feels hardened and she knows in this moment everything including herself has been changed forever. My skin has gone from porcelain to ivory in less than a minute, she thinks to herself. "It was so stupid of me to leave the castle without my father or escorts." Strength flows through her veins, and Sansa wonders when she will be able to take her new coat of armor off.
Cersei looked at the young girl for a long moment. She didn't believe her, how could she at a time like this? Though she would have expected her to be more frightened than she seems to be. Stupid seems to be the truth of it.
"We may mourn the tragedy, Little Dove, when the danger has passed," she pulled her up the stairs and back into the castle, the two guards following closely, "They know you'll be Queen soon, you're in more danger than ever," that was true enough, while Sansa may be innocent if there were any enemies who wished the crown ill they may take this opportunity retaliate against the new king's betrothed, especially while she wandered alone.
"You will be well protected in your chambers," she said, "lock your door and don't open it for anyone until the bells stop ringing," she stopped and took Sansa by the shoulders, "I only want to keep you safe," she lied.
Prisoner // Sansa
Cersei sent out guards to be sure the Starks all returned safely to their chambers. If Ned tried to sneak himself or any member of his family out of King's Landing she would know about it. Everyone was to report to her. In a time of chaos such as this, it was the person who could keep her head on straight who would be obeyed, and there were enough Lannister men in the capitol to overtake any resistance. She had sent several guards after Arya, she hadn't seen her at the ball but she wouldn't have the little girl escaping, Cat was bed ridden from what she understood so she sent two guards to find Ned and escort him back to his wife, where they would stand outside his door, for the safety of the current hand of the king, of course. She had also sent two men after Sansa as well, unsure also where she had gone. Cersei was fairly sure Sansa would not make things difficult, but with this many Starks in King's Landing, who knew what they had filled her head with by now.
After all of that was secure she gave a few more orders, traveling through the halls of the castle, making sure the gates to the city were securely shut. In a few hours Jaime would "find" the man who had poisoned the king, dead of course because he tried to attack him as well but there would be sufficient evidence of his guilt. Joffrey would take the throne in the coming days, he would be crowned in a fortnight and she would act as his regent.
It was on her way back from the stables, two Lannister guards flanking her, that she found Sansa. There would be only one reason that she would visit the stables in such a time as this, she meant to flee, "Sansa my dear, what are you doing by the stables," she took her arm and pulled her aside, her grip on the girl tight enough to hurt her, "there's a murderer afoot, this is no time to be alone in the castle, I sent some guards to escort you to your chambers, where were you?"
Your husband has died! I am sorry for your loss. Will your son now take the throne?
The loss of the King will be felt by the realm. He was a truly brave leader. Joffrey will take his place on the throne and I will rule as his regent until he comes of age.
Cersei: *Gives Sansa wine.*
Cersei: DRINK, GIRL.
Cersei: I'm not a regular mom, I'm a cool mom.
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