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duckyhowls · 9 months

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(Part 1/8) The Joker - "Our Cell"

WARNINGS: None THEMES: False Imprisonment, Innocent Cohabitation, Mafia/Gangster, Criminally Insane, Belated Love Epiphany, Protective Joker, Possessive Joker, and "Sunny vs Dark" Pairing. CHARACTERS: OC, Warden Jones, Officer Hans, The Joker, and Bruce Wayne (mentioned). SYPNOSIS: An innocent woman was in the wrong place at the wrong time and was framed for murder and thrown into Arkham. What makes it worse is that the asylum is experiencing an overflow of patients and Esme has to room with the Joker. How will an innocent girl survive in this place if she was stuck bunking with the most criminally insane guy around?

“Wait, no…” Esme began, staring right at the document on the old desk in front of her, her pale green eyes wild with shock as she read the words printed in black-and-white. “You can’t be serious!”

The man seated across from her in an expensive looking leather seat pressed his hands together neatly. Warden Jones was a thin man, nothing really special about him other than the one missing finger on his right hand. His pinkie, to be precise. Ever since Esme had met the man a few minutes ago, ‘how’ he had lost it had been on her mind. That was until she was given the document to see.

“I am extremely serious.” Warden Jones readjusted his reading glasses and pointed to the section at the bottom which had been signed. “It was approved by the Wayne Health Department of Gotham. With the way the cells are overflowing with sick patients, there is nowhere else to put you but with him.”

“Surely, not…” Esme wasn’t stupid. Sure, she was small and looked easy to be considered passable to bend under authority, but she wasn’t brain dead. There was definitely reasons why the Joker himself didn’t have a cellmate yet, and the thought of being next made goosebumps rise on the back of her neck and arms.

“I’m afraid I have no choice,” Warden Jones sighed, though he didn’t sound regretful. “The CEO of the entire company, Bruce Wayne, himself, signed on it. It is out of my hands.”

“But this isn’t right!” Esme shouted, beginning to panic now. “I’m a woman. You can’t room me up with some guy. Plus, you’ve heard the stories – hell, you probably have seen them with your own eyes! Warden Jones, the guy is one of the most criminally insane-”

“And you’re not?” The wardens eyes were narrowed dangerously. “The same girl who blew all those kids up down south?”

“I told the judge and I’ve told everyone else!” Esme hissed, her throat closing up at the horrible memories of nobody believing her in that courtroom. “I wasn’t apart of anything. I was in the wrong place at the wrong time! Framed!”

Warden Jones pressed his fingers to the bridge of his nose and let out a breath of exasperation. “Even if that were true, it is as I said. It’s out of my hands, Ms. Rye. The guards will escort you to the cell now.”

“But this is-”

“The sooner you meet him, the sooner this gets over with Ms. Rye.”

You mean the sooner I get put out of my misery! Esme thought bitterly.

Behind her, Officer Hans, a plain, shortish man with reddish-brown stubble and brown eyes, grabbed her upper arm to pull her up to her feet. Esme didn’t care he was touching her, though. Out of all the patients she could have been paired with, it just had to be the most dangerous man in Gotham City – The Joker.

From what Esme had heard from her peers and the chaos she had seen on the TV; the guy was one of the craziest to exist in the city, maybe even the world. The Joker was described by many as an unpredictable terrorist, that the Joker was a psychopathic criminal and was extremely volatile, especially when it came to conducting his illegal business.

Though, Esme herself had never met the man or even seen him up close, it was definitely someone she really didn’t want to meet. Esme preferred to steer clear from all the risky stuff, thanks. Though, even her cautiousness couldn’t protect her from getting framed for murder and ending up in Arkham.

The warden barely even wished her luck as Officer Hans escorted her out of the office and down the steps to a long hallway which led in the E-BLOCK district. This was where they held the most dangerous of patients such as Jervis Tetch and Jonathan Crane. It’s where they held the Joker. And it was when they neared her new cell that Esme realised that this was actually happening, and that it all started because she decided to go out for once in her life and take a fucking walk.

Esme flinched out of her anxious train of thoughts by the sound of Officer Hans’ jingling keys unlocking the cell door and opening it with a loud, whiny creak. He then shoved Esme forward harshly, almost making her lose her footing and fall to the cold concrete ground.

“Have fun in there girlie.” Officer Hans gave her one last sneer before locking the door closed again and the sounds of his fading footsteps tapping against the laminate flooring in the hall disappeared with him.

Esme’s heart was beating so fast, and her blood felt hot under her skin the longer the eerie silence went on in this dark room.

In the dimly lit shadows of the cell, there was a flash of fluoro green that glinted in the small dapple of light coming from the door, and Esme froze. He was there, at the back of the cell, watching her. She could see him now that her eyes adjusted to the change of lighting. He was sitting on the bottom bunk, leaning forward to eagerly look at her. He was wearing the typical orange scrubs Arkham made all the patients wear, and his pale complexion contrasted vastly against the dark tone of the cell.

The quietness between them frightened her. Esme found that she could barely move as she watched him like some deer in headlights.

Then, a wide, red smile grew on his face, and the light glinted against his broken teeth which had been fixed and filled in with silver replacements. Creepy, yet, startingly nice looking at the same time. Like Esme had noticed, the Joker stood out against the dark vibes of their shared cell, and it was now that he stood up and slowly stepped closer that she could see the various scars and tattoos littered here and there on his face and arms. Despite that strange uniqueness, he was sort of nice looking…

“And who are you?” He purred, cocking his head to the side a little.

Esme bit her lip and closed her eyes as her anxiety flooded through her chest. She was desperately hoping that he wouldn’t just buzz out and try and kill her.

When she opened her eyes, Esme was startled when he was now only a few inches in front of her. The Joker’s grin, if it were even possible, just got even wider at the way she flinched.

“I think I’m gonna like you.” He grinned.

Well, that’s concerning.

[PART 2 COMING SOON]

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duckyhowls · 11 months

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Dance of the Sith - Anakin Skywalker

━━┅━━━┅━━ 𝐒𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬 ━━┅━━━┅━━ Amira is a proud and ruthless Sith apprentice, who would rather be feared by her enemies than loved or respected. She is determined to prove her worth, and is dedicated to the Sith cause. Anakin is a dedicated warrior for the Republic and a brave and honourable Jedi Knight. He is loyal to his duty and committed to justice, but he would also do anything to defend those he cares about. While their ideologies may differ, they both share a deep connection and mutual respect for one another. Their weeks together on the remote planet provide the opportunity to forge the bonds of their love and grow close despite their differences. PLAYLIST: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/35ot2gpeoB7T4Ua5TJjgq4 WHERE TO READ: https://www.wattpad.com/user/DuckPanda

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duckyhowls · 1 year

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Wired - Jerome Valeska

Would you read this when it gets published?

#jerome valeska #jerome x reader #jerome x oc #gotham #gotham tv #series #gotham series #joker x reader #cameron monaghan #valeska x reader #bruce wayne #gotham city #dc #villain #wattpad #writing

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duckyhowls · 1 year

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Imagine: (Damon Salvatore) Impossible <3

Imagine: Arwen Steele (OC) thinks very lowly of herself and often considers her a bad companion. But it’s impossible to convince the man who’s in love with her to think so, too.

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“I don’t think I’m a good person.”

Damon’s lips twitched a little. “I very much doubt that.”

“No, you don’t understand... I’m seriously a bitch.”

“What makes you think that?”

“Once, my friends grandma died and I didn’t support her in a way a good friend should have. I brushed her off completely. Then, a year later her childhood pet died, too, and when she tried to find comfort in me, I had rejected her. I told her to piss right off, basically.” Arwen looked down at her feet in shame.

“Why?”

“I had my reasons.”

His reply took Arwen aback. “Then you had your reasons.”

Looking up at him, she gave him a pressed-lip glare. “You’re impossible.”

Smirking, Damon took a step closer. “I could say the same for you, but I’m up for finding a way to be possible.”

Silence.

“What if I said my reasons were I simply couldn’t give a flying fuck about this girl?” Arwen inquired, narrowing her eyes at him, testing the waters. “That if she fell into a ditch and died then I wouldn’t even look back?”

“That just turns me on.”

“For fucks sake, Damon!”

https://www.wattpad.com/story/281415333-the-empirical-wonderling-%E2%96%AA%EF%B8%8Etvd

Read more Damon Salvatore x OC x Stefan Salvatore on my wattpad account! Long chapters, edited, and good reviews :)) I’d appreciate a follow <33

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duckyhowls · 1 year

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Daenerys Targaryen x Fem!Baratheon(Lannister) OC - 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯 (P2)

DuckPanda Original - PART 1 Daenerys Targaryen x Lannister!OC (Mercia Baratheon)

SUMMARY: The young queen, Mercia Baratheon, is the last living heir to King Robert after all three of her siblings die horrible deaths. As the Seven Kingdoms are on the brink of collapse, Mercia does all she can to hold it all together - though struggles arrive when the Long Night draws near, and The Dragon Queen comes for her throne. But perhaps there is a compromise they can arrange?

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Mercia stroked the soft neck of her loyal lioness, Potami, who sat committedly at her legs as the Queen rested upon the Iron Throne.

Once again, the young queen was holding court with at least a hundred guards rowed on either side of the room, something that Mercia did just to ease her mother's paranoia. For all of Mercia's siblings had been killed, two out of three were assassinated – so she didn't blame her mother for becoming desperate to have a ridiculous number of guards positioned to protect her last remaining child.

Near Mercia's lioness stood The Mountain, only two paces left of the throne with Maester Qyburn. On Mercia's right was her uncle and her mother, staring down stoically at all of the lords that Mercia had summoned to Kings Landing to speak with.

"If the last Targaryen takes the Iron Throne, she'll destroy the realm as we know it," Mercia spoke, not taking her eyes away from her lioness whose piercing, blue gaze scanned the lords below. "Some of you are bannermen of House Tyrell, but House Tyrell is in open rebellion against the crown. With their help, the Dragon Queen has ferried an army of Dothraki to our shores. Unsullied soldiers who will destroy your castles and your holdfasts for their queen without a second thought. Her armies will burn your villages to the ground, rape and enslave your women and butcher your children."

Mercia lifted her green gaze to the many lords standing before her, all of them listening intently, hanging on to every single word that came out of her lips. "This is how Olenna Tyrell rewards centuries of service and loyalty?"

Her mother then spoke up, stone-faced. "You all remember the Mad King," she called out. "Do you remember the horrors he inflicted upon his people? His daughter is nothing less."

Mercia glanced at her mother for a moment. She hated it whenever her mother sounded so sure. Mercia, despite being the Dragon Queen's enemy, knew from the accounts of spies that Daenerys was nothing like the Mad King. From all that Mercia has witnessed through reports, Daenerys Targaryen was an anti-slavery monarch whose only goals are to free the people of the world and take back her ancestral throne. That, in itself, was different, but not mad in the slightest. Nonetheless, they had to convince the lords to join their forces with the crown. For the sake of Mercia and her family’s lives at least.

"In Essos, her brutality is already legendary." The words tasted bitter in Mercia's mouth, as she forced herself to twist these stories to make the Targaryen Queen sound like a mad tyrant. "She has crucified hundreds of noblemen in Slaver's Bay. When she grew bored of that, she fed everyone that opposed her to her dragons. It is my sworn duty before the faith to protect the people, and I will, but I need your help, my Lords."

"We must stand together," Cersei interjected once again, sounding confident and determined to convince these men to side with them. "All of us. If we hope to stop her."

The lords whispered amongst themselves for a moment before Lord Tarly stepped forward, stoic and tall as he addressed the young queen. "Your Grace, forgive me but she has three full-grown dragons. The same as Aegon when he conquered the Seven Kingdoms. How do you propose to stop them? With your lions?" Some men in the room laughed.

Mercia's hand that was stroking Potami's fur went still, and her eyes met the old Lord's. Then, she turned her head to Maester Qyburn and nodded to him.

The thin, frail man looked over at the lord, blank-faced as usual. "We are currently at work on a solution, my Lord."

Mercia stood then, clasping her hands together and giving the lords a small smile. "Please, discuss this together. Take your time, we have all day. For now, I must insist that I get off this damned, uncomfortable chair. I will call for the court again in a few hours."

Turning to her lion, she lightly tapped her hand on her thigh once. "Come, Potami."

The lords all watched the young Queen leave the throne room with the huge tawny lioness loyally trotting at her heels.

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"I am Eddard Stark," said the man that had been forced to kneel before the enraged common people of Kings Landing. "Lord of Winterfell and Hand of the King."

The man glanced towards his right, where, nearby, his eldest daughter, the Lady Sansa Stark, nodded to him in encouragement. On her left was the newly titled queen regent, Cersei Lannister, her golden hair long and ever so beautiful. She was smiling proudly at her eldest son, the newly crowned King of Westeros, Joffrey Baratheon, who stood near Eddard Stark, smirking satisfyingly at the discord before him.

Mercia watched with a frown from Sansa Stark's right as the man, her late father’s closest friend, who had been in the dungeons for days, was now being publicly humiliated. Mercia had never felt this ashamed of her brother as she did now, watching Joffrey seem so pleased at this poor man's suffering. Despite being a traitor to the crown, Mercia only had heard such kind things about Eddard Stark, that he was the most honourable and one of the most prominent lords in the country. And with every spoken word they have exchanged, even if there wasn’t much to be said, he always treated her with kindness and the upmost respect. This lord did not deserve this shame.

Looking away, down to the ground now, Eddard Stark continued. "I come before you to confess my treason in the sight of the Gods and men. I betrayed the faith of my king and the trust of my friend Robert. I swore to protect and defend his children, but before his blood was cold, I plotted to murder his son... and seize the throne for myself."

What? Mercia whipped her head to look at her mother, Cersei, who turned to look at her with a small smile, though the young girl could see the harsh warning behind the older one's green gaze. ‘Do not say a word’.

Meanwhile, the crowd had erupted in an outroar, one peasant in the sea of people even throwing a small stone at Lord Stark's head, causing the man to gasp in pain as blood seeped through the wound and drip from his brow. Beside Mercia, Sansa gasped and grasped the princess’ hand. Mercia turned her head away from the sight, squeezing Sansa’s hand back.

"L-let the High Septon and Baelor the Blessed bear witness to what I say: Joffrey Baratheon is the one true heir to the Iron Throne, by the grace of all the Gods, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm." Through every word, Eddard Stark's face contorted, as if he were in pain of speaking falsehoods. Mercia knew of the letter and will her father had left behind, asking his friend to rule until Joffrey came of age.

The crowd murmured amongst themselves angrily, but Maester Pycelle stepped forward. "As in sin, this man has confessed to his crimes in sight of Gods and men. The Gods are just, but beloved Baelor taught us they can also be merciful." Maester Pycelle then turned to Joffrey and bowed his head. "What is to be done with this traitor, Your Grace?" he asked, spitting the words as if the man accused was some worthless demon.

The crowd jeered and called out angrily, but Joffrey raised his hand with a pleased smile, as if all this chaos excited him. Mercia knew that it did.

The crowd went silent, and Joffrey spoke, "My mother wishes me to let Lord Eddard join the Night's Watch. Stripped of all titles and powers, he would serve the realm in permanent exile," he continued, looking to his betrothed, the Lady Sansa. "And my Lady Sansa has begged mercy for her father."

The Lady Sansa smiled softly at the King and Mercia frowned. She knew her brother better than to be someone of mercy.

She was right when he announced his next words, and Eddard Stark's head was put to the sword and placed on a spike on the city walls for months.

Mercia never forgot the Lady Sansa's screams that dreadful day.

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Part 3 Coming Soon!

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duckyhowls · 1 year

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Game of Thrones Masterlist

A collection of one-shots dedicated to George R.R. Martin’s world of ‘A Game of Thrones’. The tales of legend have entertained the world for years. This collection contains the romance retold from the Eddas, the secret tales of ‘A Game of Thrones’ and its ancient world. Following the deeds of powerful men and women such as Aegon the Conqueror, The Kingslayer, and even the Green Queen, and filled with a host of fantastic creatures - dragons, basilisks, etc. - and objects containing myth - Dark Sister, Widows Wail, etc. - that will conjure up a world of heroism and romance that will enthrall you.

𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍

Obsession - maegor the cruel x stark!OC (COMING SOON)

Just His Servant - maegor the cruel x servant!OC (COMING SOON)

The Rogue - aegon the conqueror x dragon rider!OC (COMING SOON)

Traveller - aegon the conqueror x nomad!OC (COMING SOON)

Warlord - visenya t. x dragon rider! queen!OC (COMING SOON)

𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍

Boneless - daemon t. x crippled!niece!OC (COMING SOON)

Childhood - daemon t. x servant!OC (COMING SOON)

I’m A Poet - aegon ii t. x niece!strong!OC (COMING SOON)

The Flower - aegon ii t. x OC ModernAU (COMING SOON)

Pretty Questions - aemond t. x lannister!OC (COMING SOON)

Like A Cat - aemond t. x stark!OC (COMING SOON)

Secret - aemond t. x neice!OC x aegon ii t. (COMING SOON)

Bones - alicent h. x ghost!fem!celtigar!OC (COMING SOON)

Prince - alicent h. x prince!targaryen!OC (COMING SOON)

Diamonds - rhaenyra t. x lannister!fem!OC (COMING SOON)

𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄

Queen - daenerys t. x baratheon (lannister)!OC

The young queen, Mercia Baratheon, is the last living heir to King Robert after all three of her siblings die horrible deaths. As the Seven Kingdoms are on the brink of collapse, Mercia does all she can to hold it all together - though struggles arrive when the Long Night draws near, and The Dragon Queen comes for her throne. But perhaps there is a compromise they can arrange?

A Caged Bird - viserys t. x slave!OC (COMING SOON)

Unsteady - jaime l. x targaryen!OC (COMING SOON)

Sorcery - cersei l. x witch!OC (COMING SOON)

#daenerys x reader #aemond x reader #aegon ii x reader #aegon i x reader #alicent x reader #jaime x reader #fem x fem #fem x male #oneshot #masterlist #collection of oneshots #imagines #game of thrones #house of the dragon #rise of the dragon #fanfiction #romance

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duckyhowls · 1 year

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Daenerys Targaryen x Fem!Baratheon(Lannister) OC - 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯

DuckPanda Original Daenerys Targaryen x Lannister!OC (Mercia Baratheon)

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"THE MOMENT I was chosen lord of the Iron Islands, they turned on me. Their own uncle. They stole my best ships and ran. Sailed them right across the world and gave them to the Dragon Queen so she could bring her armies here to attack you."

Mercia Baratheon, the newly crowned Queen of Westeros, sat before Euron Greyjoy, seated uncomfortably upon the Iron Throne, the same seat of swords that her father had once hated sitting in.

Mercia's shimmering crown adorned her golden waves of hair that had been neatly braided back by her handmaids. The crown's rubies glittered in the pale light of the throne room, and Mercia sat there upon the chair of blades unblinkingly as she listened to Euron Greyjoy talk of his tale of betrayal.

"It's nothing compared to the treason you suffered at the hands of a family member from what I hear," Euron then added, frowning, but Mercia could easily spot the amusement behind his solemn expression. She could read him so easily. It was almost laughable.

On her right, her mother, the queen regent, Cersei Lannister, tensed. Mercia knew talk of Uncle Tyrion was a sensitive subject. He had killed Mercia’s grandfather, Tywin Lannister. His corpse only grew colder on his chamber pot when Tyrion had fled the city right after and had devoted himself to Daenerys Targaryen.

Everything always led back to the Dragon Queen that now currently resided on Dragonstone. Though, for some reason, no one in Mercia’s family had always brushed off the topic of Daenerys Targaryen whenever it was brought up, as if it were unimportant. Mercia was no fool to underestimate a woman, though. Even her drunk father had always taken the matter of the Dragon Queen under consideration. By the gods, even Mercia’s insane younger brother Joffrey had questioned the matter often when he was still alive.

"But still," Euron said, shrugging. "It bothers me."

Mercia remained unmoving, staring blankly down at the Greyjoy King. He was a dishevelled man with rotting teeth and a madness somewhere behind his cold, steel eyes. Mercia knew by now not to trust anyone, especially now that she was Queen of Westeros. Though, she had agreed the moment that she laid eyes on Euron Greyjoy that she wouldn't have trusted him even if people spoke of him as the most honourable man there is. He was clearly driven by his ambition and bloodlust.

Seeing that the young queen was still unresponsive and seemingly unconvinced, Euron then continued in a suggestive tone, "Murdering them would make me feel a lot better."

Mercia shared a look with her uncle, Jaime Lannister, who stood on her left, in his golden armour with his white cloak pooling at his feet. Light glinted against the golden prosthetic hand on his side.

Jaime sent her a wary glance, and Mercia was glad that even her uncle could see that something was off about this man. Mercia knew that if Jaime was suspicious, then her mother was also – though, Mercia also knew the queen regent well enough to use this to her advantage. The young queen didn't even need to look over to know that her mother was working all of the cogs and ropes in her mind.

"And since it appears that all our treasonous family members are fighting for the same side, I thought we rightful monarchs could murder them together." He moved boldly forward, stepping up the steps to the Iron Throne, only for Ser Gregor Clegane, commonly known as ‘The Mountain’, to move forward, daring the King of the Iron Islands to come any closer to the young Queen he was sworn to protect; he had his hand on his huge, sheathed blade.

Euron stared at him for a long moment before letting out an airy chuckle. Mercia held up a hand for the Mountain, and immediately he stepped back, remaining as silent as they day since he had been reawakened by Maester Qyburn. Something that had never settled very well for Mercia.

"You're not a rightful monarch, though, are you?" Jaime Lannister spoke up from where he stood beside his niece.

Euron Greyjoy stepped back from the steps as Jaime continued. "The Greyjoy's rebelled against the throne for the right to be monarchs but as I recall, you were soundly defeated. Come to mention it, weren't you the one who started that rebellion by sailing Casterly Rock and burning the Lannister fleet?" Jaime shared a look with Cersei across from Mercia, who had remained stoic where she sat on the sharp throne that dug into her arms. "You certainly caught us there," Jaime said. "A very smart move on your part. Of course, we all made it to the Iron Islands anyway. I was there."

"I remember very well," Euron Greyjoy said, not at all looking offended but rather pleased by the reminder. "I saw you. I heard so much talk. The best in the world. No one can stop him. I didn't believe it to be honest, but I must say when you rushed through the breach and started cutting people down..." he leaned forward and then whispered with a menacing grin. "...it was glorious."

"Enough," Mercia said, raising her voice above the men to gain their attention. "We are here to discuss an alliance, not to exchange passive jibes and false flattery."

Jaime bowed his head and went silent, and Euron Greyjoy grinned. "So, she speaks."

"Get on with it, Greyjoy," Mercia said, addressing him formally. "I'm getting impatient with all this talking."

Euron looked amused. "You are the Queen of the Great Nation," he said, turning and beckoning to rows of Lannister men that lined the throne room, ready to attack at any moment if Euron became hostile. Not that the Mountain wouldn't get to him first. "You are not interested in the Iron Islands. The Iron Fleet, on the other hand, that's something else entirely. It's the greatest armada the world has ever seen. With the Iron Fleet, you own the seas. You can defeat the invaders of the east, and the pretenders of the north and south."

Mercia blinked down at him; her expression was almost bored. "And what do you want in return?"

"Ever since I was a little boy, I wanted to grow up and marry the most beautiful woman in the world. So here I am, with a-thousand ships and a big, fat c-"

"I decline your proposal," Mercia said, standing now, showing off her beautiful and powerful golden embroidery that glittered over her crimson gown. "You are not necessary."

"Why?"

"You're simply not trustworthy." Cersei cut in from her daughter's right, putting it bluntly. "We have heard about you breaking your promises to allies before murdering them at the nearest opportunity. We have heard the tales of you even cutting down your own men in battle. My daughter will not trust nor will marry a man who will not put his kingdom and people before his own life and reputation. You had murdered your own brother."

"And your brother had murdered the Mad King," Euron countered, smirking before turning back to face the young queen. "I don't expect you to trust me outright. You need proof of my honest intentions. In my experience, the surest way to a woman's heart is with a gift. A priceless gift. I won't return to King's Landing until I have that for you."

Without another word, he turned and walked out of the throne room.

Mercia closed her eyes and breathed out through her nose, completely and utterly exhausted.

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"Send in my daughter, Ned," Mercia could hear her father say through the door to his Hand. "I should have words with her before the Gods take me."

These words, which were muffled behind the thick wooden barriers that separated the hall from the chamber, made the Princess Mercia's throat swell up involuntarily. She gripped the hem of her pale pink skirts tightly. She could feel the hot tears threaten to spill from her eyes.

Embarrassed by herself, she avoided the sympathetic gazes from her uncle, Renly Baratheon, and the Grand Maester Pycelle.

The doors to the king’s chamber opened and the Hand of the King, Eddard Stark, came out, looking solemn and completely defeated when his grey eyes found hers. Mercia could not blame him. His closest friend was dying only a few paces away in the room behind him, and there was nothing anyone could do.

Before Lord Stark could speak, Mercia had pushed past him and walked inside the humid chambers of the King. Her father’s chambers.

When she saw him, every ounce of strength Mercia had that stopped her from breaking down had disappeared. Painful tears immediately slipped down her face and Mercia let out a breathy gasp. Her hand moved up to her mouth in horror.

There, on the blood and sweat stained bed, lay her father. He was shirtless and sickeningly pale, almost his entire torso was wrapped in white cloth so that his innards did not spill out. Blood seeped through the fabric of his bandages and through the silk sheets of his bed and sweat dripped constantly from the tips of his curly, dark hair. His breathing was ragged, and as she walked closer to his side, his eyes tiredly followed her.

"Mercia," he rasped out before falling into a fit of coughs, clearly disturbing his wounds since his hand immediately went to tightly grip at his injury.

Mercia fell to her knees beside him. "Father," she whispered, utterly helpless. "I..."

He raised a hand to silence her. "No. Don't say a word of encouragement, my daughter," he rasped, as stern as he’s always been with his children. He didn't want to hear any falsehoods that he could make it and will be healed by the next moon. "I am dying, and soon your brother will be crowned King of the Seven Kingdoms."

Inwardly, Mercia cringed at the thought of her younger brother, Joffrey, becoming King of anything. Anyone who has stepped foot in the Red Keep knew of Joffrey's temper and overexerted, fragile ego. Mercia recalled the time he had killed poor Tommen's cat, Sir Whiskers, because Tommen had accidentally spilled water on him at dinner that night. Tommen was only three and had cried for days after he had found his cats body gutted on his bed.

Joffrey would not be a good king, and Mercia wasn't the only one that feared of what would come of his reign.

"However," Robert began. "He is much too young, only a boy of ten-and-two summers. I have anointed Ned to rule in his place until the boy comes of age."

Mercia swallowed. "W-why are you telling me this?"

"So, you are prepared," Robert replied. "It's beginning. Your story. Deep within, I believe that you are destined for great things." He turned solemn and then added, "I know Joffrey will not last long. He doesn't have the patience to rule – neither did I and look where it got me, drunk in the woods and bested a pig!" He let out a bellowing laugh, as if the concept of his death was hilarious. Mercia did not smile at his jest, however.

"Father, I don't understand," Mercia said, more tears dripping from her chin and onto the stone floor. She kneeled down and reached forward a hand, grasping his urgently. "What do you believe I am destined for?"

"One day you'll be queen, there’s no doubt about that," Robert said, coughing again. "Maybe not now, nor by the next season, but you will. Joffrey and Tommen... they're good boys but they are not Kings."

Mercia blinked, frowning, her heart beating wildly within her chest. "Queen? I can't be a queen, I don't think I could take on such a big responsibility, I-"

Robert cut her off with a bloody grin. "That there is why you will succeed."

Her mouth gaped open slightly, and Mercia stared at her dying father, puzzled. Robert falls into another fit of coughs. "It doesn't matter right now," he said, waving a hand. "This will be the last time we speak. When you leave, send in Renly and Pycelle, won't you?"

Mercia stood up slowly and nodded, biting the inside of her cheek. "I love you, father," Mercia said. "No matter how many times you've made your own mistakes... I still will hold you in my heart."

The dying king gave her a genuine smile. "Never being there for you, Mercia, was my biggest regret," he said before waving his hand again for her to leave. "Now go. I don't want you seeing me die."

Mercia hesitated but walked out of the room, nodding to Maester Pycelle and her uncle Renly. The two men walked inside, and Mercia heard the two great doors shut behind them.

Mercia never told a soul what was said between them, but she had stayed in that cold hallway until she could hear Maester Pycelle say to her uncle that her father had joined the Gods.

The princess couldn't bring herself to tears that night.

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PART 2

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