{𝔸 𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒 𝕤𝕠𝕟}
EPISODE 1

129 A.C

KING'S LANDING

FIRE IS THE MOST POWERFUL FORCE people have found, not dragon fire because that is even treacherous and it best known only by the Targaryen kin. Many believe that fire had been created once the dragons laid their shadows over the world, enveloping it with flames and ashes, but it was just innocent beliefs. Nonetheless, fire is dangerous and Maerya was the one to know it thoroughly when the Hightowers set aflame her mother's home just because she was with one inch ahead, Otto decided to cast her aside and get rid of her household. Their place wasn't the only one ruined from King's Landing, other streets and parts of the city were destroyed completely after she came. The Mad Lady the small folk called her, she arrived right after one day of the new king's coronation, flying on one of her three huge dragons and burning everything in her sight, even one side of the Red Keep was demolished: The castel that King Aenys tried to hard to built and later King Maegor succeeded in finishing the project, had been blasted in a heartbeat by a crazy woman.

Mysaria had never thought of herself as a mother, she had lived poorly all her life, sold her body for bread and step by step accomplished to be someone with power. Yet when the jest Daemon Targaryen pulled to anger his brother the King, had actually become true, Mysaria lost all her shadows of the past, all the darkness still haunting her had been long gone the moment she learned about the angel growing inside. Noticing that the prince has left her utterly alone flying away to what he yearn most war in the Stepstones, Mysaria took her leave aswell back to King's Landing in the hole where it all started Fleabottom. As a woman of big reputation, Mysaria had many friends, not all could she trust, but they were loyal for that moment, and with the jewelry she had stolen from Dragonstone, The White Worm created a fine home for herself and the life growing in her belly. Nine moons later through painful screams and heavy tears, Mysaria gave birth to a little babe, a girl, with dark brown hair just like her and a pair of violet deep eyes inherited from the father that shall never know of her existence, an oath she swore to keep until her last breath.

Maerya was a beautiful young girl with short hair because it helped her pass through the crowd of people, always there to help her mother even if she was clueless of the good or bad intentions of the action needed to be done. At the age of 12, Maerya stole a fancy dagger from one of the Lords who came to visit her mother's brothel. At 13, she slit the throat of one of the many drunken fools who came for pleasure but did not pay the required price. At 14, the girl lost her maidenhead to one of the girls from her mother's brothel, a breathtaking woman, maybe older than Maerya, with red locks, full breasts and very skilled tactics to please anyone. Maerya was well aware of her parentage, the side she wished to never perceive, the side that made her eyes violet was a dark path she will certainly not follow, knowing the name Waters will haunt her forever was enough disgust. Maerya loathed the royals especially the ones with silver hair and eyes like hers, so when little babes with silver locks suddenly appeared on the streets of Fleabottom, the girl swore to kill the next prince coming to the brothel.

Flashback:
"Last night all the place was full, mother" Maerya grinned throwing the small bag with golden coins on the table, Mysaria smiled at her daughter sitting up from her chair to take the bag to the little chiffonier where she was keeping all her and her daughter's gold. Maerya sighed walking outside on the balcony, the sun was rising to bring the daylight back, its orange shades enveloping King's Landing and warming Fleabottom into a false comfort that usually faded out at night.

"And now they wake again, with servants preparing their meal, dashing gowns and suits, silver hair all over their back while we are living here like animals. They claim to be so perfect when all that define them are their dragons" the girl mocked with a scoff, she loathed the Targaryen family to the depths of her soul, the reason might be because of who her father was but that was not the only one.
"Mae" the mother scolded putting her hand on her daughter's shoulder, Mysaria had no love for the royal family aswell, having spies inside the Red Keep was an achievement she had grown to be absolutely proud of over the years.

"You know... you sound like him talking like this" Mysaria smiled, she hated Daemon but for one thing she was very thankful, that he gave her Maerya.
"Bleh!" the girl slipped her tongue out in disgust, the last matter she wanted was to be seen as the mighty Daemon Targaryen. Comparing her to The Rogue Prince made her stomach twitch, the disrelish visible in her cute expression. Mysaria laughed at the sight wrapping one arm around her daughter's back and cradling her to her side.

"Would he really have taken you to be his wife?" Maerya mumbled, a slight tone of hope as her mind filled with the possibility of her being a lady, wearing fancy gowns and attending balls every day with her mother.
"No, he wouldn't have. But I'm glad he didn't because I'm here with my sweet daughter and that is all what matters" Mysaria spoke softly giving a soft peck on top of the girl's head, she could not ask for more happiness than the one already gifted to her, her daughter became the most precious part of her life which she will cherish and protect until the last breath.

Present day:
Their home was in flames, burnt to ashes and destroyed to the last wooden stick. The smell of fire was what had awoken Maerya first that same night, she jumped out of her bed seeing the fog piercing under the wooden door of her chambers.
"Mae! MAE!" the girl heard her mother scream before the wooden door got knocked down falling flat in front of Maerya's face. Mysaria rushed to her daughter, kissed her forehead and cradled her to her chest while thanking the Gods she found her only happiness to be alive.

"Mother?" Maerya could only muttered, her shaky voice evident as The White Worm guided them both through the mason, careful about the flames blazing on the corridors. Mysaria had been lied to, used as a pion by others towards their desired outcome, she had to seen it because it had happened before with Daemon Targaryen but the whore thought Otto Hightower was any better, she was fooler than a child and now she paid for imbecility.
It was a relief when the two women stepped outside, the cold night air brushing away the warmth off their flared up skin.

Maerya watched as her life crumbled to ashes, destroyed by red ragging flames, tears welled up in her purple eyes: the first minute it was only sorrowful weeping, her heart aching with pain while she sobbed in her mother's shoulder. Then anger bubbled up, a fury so deep that she shrieked as loud as her lungs gave her power to, she loathed everyone, her life had been ruined and other people were laughing and enjoying themselves day by day. Nobody made her and her mother suffer and got away with it, Maerya Waters swore on everything she held dear that she shall find the person responsible for the end of their lives and she will kill them in cold blood, no regrets.

"Come. There is a ship sailing for Driftmark. They will find out we got away and soon enough will send something worse after us" Mysaria grabbed her daughter tightly running through the Streets of Silk towards the harbor of King's Landing. Driftmark may not be the wisest decision but it was all Mysaria, she had old 'friends' there who could help her find a ship that would depart for Pentos or Volantis.
The White Worm was done with the royals or any people with power realizing they only brought more suffering than joy, she believed them easily, trusted that their word was certain and will be kept but she was wrong, terribly mistaken. All she had done from the moment her womb began growing was only for Maerya, only for the life she had never thought would come out of her due to the abusing she had been through in childhood, her father's wound was deep and painful but Maerya's mere presence healed it instantly. The cub is a cure for a hurt mother and the mother would go against the Gods themselves to protect her cub.

WINTERFELL:
The sunlight was gentle pricking below the curtains of the window, it only lightened the wooden floor at first then slowly crawled towards the bed. It was not a warm sun, The North had not such kind of comfort, populated by ice and cold, unknown to delicate conditions of The South. The room was quiet filled with the scent of harsh disagreements and full of unkept promises, slow puffs making noise barely audible, it was empty the sensation of something missing floating in the air, not something but someone. He had left without a word, shoved off the bed and slipped out of the quarters trying to not wake her up. It hurt him too, leaving her behind, 'abandoned in a far away place' as she insisted on the other night. Nevertheless she needed to understand the sacrifice he was making to know her protected and safe because that was all the Prince desired. If his princess will get harmed in this useless but essential war, he could never forgive himself. She may be though as she always claimed to but even the most powerful ones can get terribly hurt.

Aestra's eyes agaped as the cozy ray of sunshine brushed her cheek like a warm morning welcome, she groaned softly wiping her face and turning to the side, empty. The Princess bit her lip as she brushed her palm across his pillow, he left her, no jest or anything, Jacaerys had gone back to Dragonstone and abandoned her in that iced place. She wished to let herself cry but something was holding her back, somehow deep down Aestra knew that being left her would keep her away from the danger. A problem was that she wanted to face the peril, not run away like a little child from it.

Aestra closed her eyes taking a sharp breath in, the mattress was soft for her exposed skin, a gentle caress to her back, the white blanket igniting her fragile body that was not yet familiar to cold of the North. The images of what has occurred the other night coming to her mind, she brought one hand to her neck slightly touching over the skin where he delicately nibbled and left marks, then licked them. Her hand moved lower to her collarbone where he pressed few wet kisses, then her hand shifted further down towards her small breasts, she circled one nipple with her forefinger just like he had swirled his tongue around it, both the action and memory elicited a moan out of her mouth.

Aestra guided her other hand beneath the blanket, fingertips slightly grazing against her flat stomach as she brushed until it reached her lower belly, a pool of wetness had already formed between her thighs because of memories from last night. She spread her legs letting her hand travel in-between and quickly part her folds, her fingers brushed slowly at first just like he had done with his thumb. Everything from last night clouded her mind in a heartbeat not even realizing how she increased her speed, how good it felt when he had entered her eager walls. Aestra lowered her middle finger towards her drenched hole, she whined loudly inserting it inside.

The hand on her chest circled her nipple faster, her thumb found her clit and twirled it rapidly as she added her forefinger inside. Not even two minutes later the princess was a whimpering mess, she pumped her fingers harder and found the spot that made her see stars. She was so close, so so so so close...
"Jace" a muffled cry came out of her throat as she peaked and her hand was flooded with her juices. Slowly her body came down from its high, but instead of feeling content Aestra's anger and pain returned.

She didn't even notice the servant girl standing in the doorframe and watching her for the last five minutes until Aestra sat up on the bed.
"AHHH!" The princess screamed quickly covering her exposed breasts, a huge blush spreading on her cheeks.
"First of all, it was not my intention to scare you, princess. Second of all, I live here for eight and ten years and I know these walls better than anyone so I'm certain this was the room Prince Jacaerys used" the girl spoke calmly but her shock was visible, she had dark brown hair like Lord Stark but hers was a bit wavy, her eyes were light brown and her skin white as the snow. She was wearing a dirty grey dress with a cordon around her waist, a pair of short black boots and white dusty leggings up shanks.

The embarrassment in Aestra's eyes had never been so overwhelmed, she was well aware that this was all her mistake, the servant girl was only doing her duties and Aestra had no right to blame her.
"No, I apologize. I am... erm... indeed the chamber is not mine. I didn't mean to cause trouble or anything" Aestra gulped pulling the blanket aside, the cold breeze caressing her sweaty skin as she sat on her heels and taking her silver locks in her hands. The servant girl stared at the princess, she was not supposed to watch her so mesmerized but her body looked crafted from the heavens, she turned around thanking the Gods that the princess hadn't noticed her stare.

Aestra bend down to grasp her white nightgown, stained with dust and smelling of sweat. After she settled her gown on her shoulders and pulled her hair down her back, Aestra noticed the servant girl standing with her back towards her while pretending to clean the wooden desk or arrange the heap of parchments left on it.
"What are you called?" Aestra asked with a small smirk fixing her gown and put her sleepers on, she knew it was not her concern what or how the servants or even the people in the North were but this one seemed familiar.

"Sara... Snow" it was like poison to speak it, to tell someone of her real name, everyone in the North hated her, the only ones to show love for her were Cregan and his mother Lady Glover, a shocking thing coming from the lawful wife of Sara's father.
"Oh... You and Lord Cregan have the same frown" Aestra said with a soft tone, she had no idea how it felt to be a bastard until a year ago when the cold ugly truth was shoved right in her face, yet nobody except the family was aware of it, nothing had been spoken to the Realm so she could not know what Sara was going through.

Sara gulped looking over her shoulder, she was sure it was a dream because never in her life whenever her real name would be spoken she didn't receive a compliment. She felt her hands shaking while holding the parchments that unfortunately got stained by her sweaty palms.
"Breakfast is being served downstairs, your grace. Lord Stark is waiting for you" Sara spoke with a nod moving her attention back to her chores, doing her best to ignore the warm sensation forming in her chest. Aestra checked the brunette for a moment, observing the visible reticence in her movements, she was acting cold and it made the princess smirk as she wrapped her cloak around her shoulders.
"Thank you, Sara" the silver haired whispered stopping in the doorframe a small distance between the two of them, a shiver ran down the bastard's spine as the princess walked out of the room and left her speechless.

The red gown from Rhaenyra on her 17TH nameday suited her quite alright as she turned around in front of the mirror in her quarters, Lord Stark was too kind to gift her a chamber with such perfect state, nothing was missing.
She braided her silver locks in a plait that was falling on her right side down towards her stomach, her hair had grown so long in the last year that it surpassed The Queen's.
It took some time until she found the corridor towards the main hall where she would break her fast unless if she won't be so late. The corridors of Winterfell were way more different than the ones of Dragonstone, these seemed as if they heated her up and making her forget about the coldness outside the walls while those from one give off iciness and taking away the warmth on the island.

It was an odd thing, Aestra thought, she missed home dearly, wondering how her beautiful girl was doing, she should not worry because Daena was in the perfectly capable hands of her grandmother but the motherhood instinct was too much to handle for the princess. She could blame Jacaerys for this, indeed she was putting all the fault on him, he left her here when they both could have flew back in peace but he chose to act like a hero, prince charming who thought the damsel was in distress but this damsel was not in any kind of danger with her power.

"Princess" Lord Stark raised from his seat followed by an old lady who bowed her head to her aswell and then by Sara. Aestra grinned under her nose praying nobody would see it before she took her seat between Cregan and the old woman who could only be Lady Glover, his mother.
"I shall hope your sleep was pleasant, your grace" Lady Glover spoke with a warm smile taking kettle and pouring some tea in Aestra's cup. Sara choked with her own tea at her stepmother's words, Aestra poked her tongue in her cheek grinning at one corner of her lips.

"Yes, it was. Thank you so much" Aestra nodded taking a sip from the mint tea, perfect for her taste but still not as good as the one from Dragonstone.
"Sara? Did you clear the room this morning?" Lady Glover asked buttering the fried piece of bread, the bastard nodded taking the last bite f her portion.
"You can prepare my clothes for hunting, dimples" Cregan spoke taking another slice of bread, he loved to call his little sister by a nickname he had invented, when they were little and played outside, Sara would always laugh whenever she managed to drown Cregan in a pile of snow.

"What? When are you going? Where?" Sara would always be concerned for her brother, she had feared when the first wildlings attack occurred and Cregan had just turned seven and ten, he was young and not so skilled with the sword by that time but still with the help of the Gods he had returned safely from The Wall.
"In two days time. And no stressing. In the woods from near, I will be quick" Sara swallowed hard, she could not no show stress when Cregan was away from home, every bad possibility coming in her mind.

"A hunt?" Aestra asked, the word was for her taste, she would be thrilled to finally get away from here, if she had luck she could pretend to get lost in the woods and run to find her dragons to fly back to Dragonstone.
"I cannot bring a woman, princess. Apologies" Cregan said slowly, it was so hard and embarrassing to refuse a Targaryen but he had no choice, Prince Jacaerys told him everything he must know about Aestra and how wicked she could be when she yearned for something.

"Sure" Aestra scoffed leaning her back against the wooden chair enveloped in delicate furs. She should have known better that he would decline everything she would ask that referred to leaving the castel, he had been instructed to perceive her ways of escaping and Aestra could only curse Jace one more time in her head. She will search and find a way to leave this place and return to her family, her queen, her daughter who needed her, no one could keep Aestra Targaryen locked away for a long time.

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