"Very much so. I’ve never met someone so cruel. To see that
you have adjusted… Well, it’s disheartening. I’m sorry.”
She looked around, her hair flowing behind like a cloud of mist.
While they were having a moment of honestly and a chance
to finally say what everyone had been thinking, she didn’t want
anyone to hear. They need not die because someone overheard
their conversation.
Lyanna agreed with him. Rhaegar should have been king. But
she was wholeheartedly bias to the idea of the Targaryen prince
being on the throne above the Baratheon bastard.
“It’s what happened when you play the game of thrones. You
either win or you die. There is no middle ground and no room
for mercy or kindness.”
She curled her fingers into the beast’s mane and looked into Milo’s
eyes as he spoke to her. They were dark but soft. He seemed inviting.
Her heart and mind were in agreement. He was someone she could
put her trust in. The feeling, knowing that she wasn’t completely alone
in this moment of time, made the weight on her shoulders decrease.
“You know who I am. The family I belong to. I saw it in your eyes the
moment we met, and yet you kept it to yourself. I knew I could trust
you then… But hearing-”
She cut herself off and shook her head. Once she said the words,
she could not take them back. There were times Lyanna wished she
see her own future, and this was one of them. Would this better her
life, or would it make it worse? It was a gamble, and it was one she
was willing to take.
“You know who I am, but what I am able to do is what makes me
stay in King’s Landing. I’m not sure of the rumours you may have
heard about me, but most of them are true.”
“I have the Sight. People pay to have their futures read and, in
a desperate time like the one we all live in - The War of Five Kings,
they’re calling it - if I can be an advisor to those around me, then
that is both fortunately and unfortunately my future.”
Her hands were shaking. She had spoken quietly, but all the secrets
which she had kept bottled up left her trembling. She hoped he wouldn’t
believe she was crazy. Maybe he wouldn’t keep her secret after all, but she
pray he would.
From the snow white hair, and the violet eyes he had known. He had
also heard many stories, also relayed as rumors, that a Targaryen
walked among them. He had not believed them until he had collided
with her months ago. Ever since then he had been quick to keep her
secret. She did not deserve such a betrayal.
The only betrayal that had occurred in King's Landing was the
death of Eddard Stark. The Lord of Winterfell had always been
someone that Milo had held with high regard. But it
appeared that all the good people were being slaughtered by
the wretched.
"Yes, I knew, why do you think I held you with such high regard?
My kindness was true, as was my respect. The Targaryen's
were good to my family. And you have shown me kindness
that no one else has." He explains.
"I only pray that the true ruler regains the thrown."
He places a gentle hand upon her shoulder, it's a sign of comfort
and support. For once the warrior's touch is gentle. He can only
nod to show that he believes her.
"I've heard rumors, yes, but the proof is when
your readings come true. && they all have."
His hand soon drops to his side, fearing he's crossed a boundary.
He glances at the horse again, temptation to flee King's Landing
in his eyes. Things were collapsing around them. He wouldn't be
surprised if Joffrey ended up dead soon.
He was only a child whom believed himself to be a man.
"I fear that things are going to become even worse around here,
I'm beginning to believe that leaving is the only way to survive."
He reveals, and one final glance at the horse determines his fate.
He's climbing onto its back.
"What would your response be if I asked you to come with me?"
If anyone deserves to live, it's her.
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