Because the dawn right before the sun rises is the darkest
Even in the far future, never forget the you of right
now
Wherever you are right now, you're just taking a
break
♤
Lenora Baratheon was never in control of any aspect of her life. Her mothe...
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"My queen?" Lenoras tired eyes scanned the room of lords and lady's. All here to bother her with their silly problems and petitions that they could solve themselves. Bloody fools. "My queen?" Lenora spared a glance to Ned Stark.
"Bloody fool." She mumbled to herself as she stared at the lord infront of her. "Lord Reed did not burn your horse stables. During the time of accusation, Lord Reed was here. In kings landing..." She stared daggers at Lord Rowan. "For my fathers funeral." It was a slight jab. The man hadn't attended and Lenora will remember it. "So if you are done wasting my time. I'm off to enjoy my dinner. My Lords."
Lemora was quick to leave the throne room. The Iron Throne was sharp and always poked her. It was a horrible seat really. She didn't understand why so many people wished to sit upon it.
Two guards on either end of the doors bowed as the queen entered the room. Her eyes roamed the tables full of Lord and Ladies until her eyes landed on her favorite red head sitting next to her favorite trouble maker. She swiftly crossed the room and sat next to Sansa.
"Hello Starks." Lenora looked at Arya oddly as she completely devoured a chicken leg. Wow. The girl could eat.
"Queen Lenora. It's such an honor you could join us." Sansa smiled kindly as she kicked Arya roughly under the table.
Arya gasped and kicked her sister back.
Lenora reached down and grabbed her shin. "Did you kick me?" What did Lenora do?
"Uh- I didn't mean to!" Arya looked at her sister in panic. She opened her mouth to apologize but Lenora held her hand up. Sansa held her breath in fright of the Queens reaction.
"Its alright." Arya breathed out, thank gods. "You should head upstairs. Syrio says he has a suprise for you." The younger Stark nodded quickly and left.
Sansa opened her mouth to apologize. But was saved when a servant arrived. "Wine? My Queen?"
Lenora looked shocked for a moment. "No need..." She didn't need to drink it. Half the adults she knew were alcoholics and she did not want to follow their path.
"Perhaps ale? Or water?"
Lenora didn't want to be rude and send the girl away. "Water will be best. Thank you." Lenora turned her attention to Sansa. "Please. Don't apologize. We can't control what our siblings do." The Queen placed a comforting hand over her friends.
Sansa smiled at their hands over eachother. "As you wish, my Queen."
The Baratheon girl looked down at their connected hands and frowned. "Sansa?" She pulled the sleve of Sansa's dress up a inch, exposing a fresh bruise. "Did Joffery do this? I'll have his head."
"No no! It was a simple misunderstanding-" Sansa gripped onto the Queen who tried to stand and find her little brother.
"A misunderstanding?!" The Queen whisper yelled to her friend. "I've had plenty of misunderstandings with men. None have ever laid their hands on me. Ever. I shall deal with this."
Sansa kept her grip on her friends wrist. "Please. Just think before you-"
"Your water. My Queen." The servant began to poor the water into the goblet antagonizingly slow. Lenora gripped onto the pitcher and placed it on the table. "Dismissed." She didn't bare a glance to the servant.
'Calm down Lenora. You can't just murder your brother. Think of natural ways people can easily die from...' Lenora gripped onto the goblet and took a deep swig of water.
She grimaced at the taste and swished the water in her mouth. Huh? "Lenora?" Sansa looked concerned at the expression on the Queens face. Lenora glanced into the goblet and panicked. Then she reached for the pitcher and gasped.
Sansa watched as Lenora stood and scanned the room. The scraping of her chair caused many to turn their heads to the young Queen. When the Queen spotted the servant making a run for the kitchens. Lenora gripped onto the dagger she always carried under her sleeve and through it perfectly at the girls neck. In seconds she fell to the floor and bled out.
Ned Stark and Lord Petyr Baelish, who were roaming the corridors having a chat rushed to the girls side. Looking up to see Queen Lenora grabbing at her throat. "Call the Maesters!" Cersei yelled as she rushed to her daughter's side. "Move girl!" Cersei stood where Sansa once stood. "Whats the matter?"
Lenora gasped and slammed her fist onto the table. "I-i... I can't breath." She was redding at the face now. Blood slowly pouring out of her nose and ears. Her vision started to turn into a blur of black as she laid herself against her mother's chest.
"Sweet girl." Cerseis tears fell onto her daughter's face. She knew what was about to happen. "Its ok. Its ok. You will be ok. Close your eyes. It'll be over."
Lenora didn't know what do. It hurt. It burned in her lungs, her throat, her heart... she knew if she shut her eyes she would allow death to easily overtake her.
Don't close your eyes.
Lenora looked around. Every sound was muffled. She could barely see the doors swing open as a dozen guards entered and detained everyone who was in the room. Barely noticed the hound as he stole her away from her mother and began rushing her to the maesters.
She didn't focus on the dead assassin dressed in servants rags. Or the people I the corridors gasping and crying out for their queen. She could only focus on the voice. It's always been there. Whispering nonsense in the back of her mind. It was so quite she could barely here it. Always blamed it on the wind.
