Chapter 81: Panic

[ Arianne Martell POV ]

After Oliver went to Winterfell, my life eased up a little. That was when I thought my chance to escape would be, but sadly that failed. A red hawk's screech had alerted the guards to my position as I tried walking away casually.

Then I had also tried to drink Moontea and get rid of the baby. I had been so foolish, the moontea bottle in the medical office had been switched with normal water. Oliver seemed to have predicted this...

That was when I understood, even though Oliver was on the other side of the world. His control over me never seemed to get weaker, even though I was sleeping alone in a big bed, I could feel his presence next to me.

I knew I was going mad… 

There was no other explanation for what I was feeling and what my mind was producing. The female guards weren't talking to me either and just seemed to look on pitifully. You bitches!! I thought you were here to help and protect me!

This cursed child that was growing inside of me made me feel disgusted. Not only at Oliver, but at myself too, for being so foolish I had married a monster and even helped him scheme against my family. I shouldn't have ever left Dorne. This foreign place wasn't my home.

But, that same cursed child that was slowly growing inside of me was my only comfort and lifeline. I could imagine it speaking to me, giving me the comfort that no one in this world was willing to give me.

...

Oliver came back from the North and my life continued being as miserable as ever. I no longer could give him the comfort he wanted, so he usually went and got it with some of my female bodyguards or the daughter of some minor lord. 

I didn't mind. He could do whatever he wanted as long as he stood away from me. The Gods will drag his carcass to the depths of the ocean and drown him in his blood.

...

When the day came to give birth, I was overjoyed and even had hopes of having my child grow to not just be a monster like his father. 

"Oy, is the child healthy?" I heard Oliver's cold voice ask the healer. 

"M -My child…" I muttered weakly, trying to get at least a glance of my baby. But no one paid any attention to me… no one ever did. Even in Dorne, my family never cared about what I wanted.

"Yes, my Lord, the babe is as healthy as can be," confirmed the healer, and a degree of happiness rose within my heart.

That burst of joy turned into despair as I saw Oliver's gaze turn cold as he looked at me. I wanted to beg him to let me live, at least until my child was grown up… but that was foolish. A man like him resembles the devil more than demons themselves. "Please, I want to live."

Still, though, peas came out of my mouth as tears pooled over my eyes. "I wan-"

I felt a cold sharp object enter my throat and saw my husband's cold glare. I wanted to close my eyes, as I didn't want the last thing I saw in this world to be him. But I didn't even have the power to do so.

...

[ Oliver POV ]

I stabbed Arianne on the throat and life slowly drained out of her eyes. Sadly this was her fate, if she had been a little smarter she shouldn't have gotten hooked up with some guy who seemed 'adventurous'. This wasn't some hero story, it is reality.

Adventurous guy equals an untold amount of trouble that could end up with you dead. I even went through the trouble of acting as her ideal man initially. Sadly, she had outlived her usefulness. 

Her last days would have been happier if she hadn't decided to not try and get rid of the baby or run away. Arianne had been an imbecile even to the last of her days when she tried to run away, what was her plan? A pregnant woman in the world out there, till the last of her days she had grand notions and thought of herself as a character in a book. 

Honestly, if she hadn't tried to drink moontea and get rid of the unborn baby, then I would have let her guards at least talk to her. But no, I had to go through all this bullshit, because if she wanted to kill the baby then no matter what I did I wouldn't be able to stop her. So this was the only way I could try and get her attached to the baby.

"How weak, she actually went crazy," I commented and looked at the whaler who stared back fearfully. "Hand me, my son."

"Y -yes," he hurriedly stuttered and handed me, my son. As soon as he came into my arms I looked at his sleeping face and smiled. "He will grow up to become healthy and with a strong body."

This was the perfect kind of body I would need, his Dornish and my Valyrian genes had created the perfect warrior's body. Probably even better than the body that I was currently in possession of and that was a big compliment.

Because if I concentrated I could catch an arrow mid-air. Though if multiple were thrown I wouldn't be able to do so, but it was still very impressive. So this little guy could be even better. Now, what name should I give him? 

It has to be something mighty that will be worthy to go down in history books. "You will be Achilles. The mightiest warrior this world will ever see."

"Yes, my Lord, he will grow-"

Fwish!

I threw my knife, which pierced the healer in the eye. His body slumped on the ground as he looked at me with a shocked face. 

Sadly, I wanted no one to know how I treated Arianne. Especially her family, since they would give it their all to have my head on the cutting block if they knew anything about what had happened here. 

The quietness of the room was eerie and my infant son slowly opened his eyes and looked at me with a smile on his face as I tickled his feet. "Let's hope I live long enough son, I truly want you to enjoy life before your time comes."

I never hated any of my children… except maybe Garold for killing me. But that was beyond the point, I will never hate my children, even though the necessary thing has to happen. People died, that was the sad reality of nature. But I want to go against nature and continue living.

As I casually walked outside, I saw my loyal guards throw a bloody sack at my feet and one of them opened it. Inside are over a dozen heads of the female guards who had guarded Arianne.

I cut every problem in the root so it wouldn't come to bite me back later on. They knew how I had treated Arianne, so they had to go.

"Good job," I complimented the men. "Go to the accountant and get your rewards, a small mansion has been assigned to each of you on Pentos. Live the rest of your life leisurely and manage my businesses there."

The men, who are thirteen in number. They had served me well, amazingly so. Their faces brightened at the mention of the rewards and they bowed to me.

"''"Thank you, My Lord!!"""

I nodded and smiled at them politely. "Keep it down, will you? My son was just born." I jokingly chided them while walking away. "Also don't forget to clean the mess in the room and eliminate the bodies. You know how."

They shook in excitement, I had never seen someone so ready to want to chop up some bodies and throw them down the sewers. Well, the healer at least because Arianne's body was getting burned.

What these men didn't know was that they would get ambushed by "pirates" and massacred. Hiring the pirate Salvador San was cheaper than buying mansions on Pentos, and also these men knew too much too. These things need to be taken care of with extreme caution. 

Now I need a new wife. Which region should I pick from? It had to be somewhere useful and Sansa was too young to marry. She would be useful, and could even give me the North, but sadly too young. By the time she comes of age… wait, I can just marry and kill my wife again. Of course, this time I will try to disguise it as an accident. Maybe a shipwreck would work?

Cmon now, I am already getting ahead of myself here. First I need to find myself a wife and only then think of how to get rid of her.

***

-Cersei (III)-

My pregnancy was hard and lasted almost eight hours and when I saw the newborn child, my heart stopped right on my chest. Bright green eyes just like mine, and blonde hair… so blonde that it almost seemed silver. 

Oh… this is bad… really bad...

I have only ever slept with one man who had silver hair. As I thought about it, my heart almost leaped out of my chest.

I could hide my children with blonde hair because they would be mine. But silver, that was a whole other deal.

"M -My queen…" Maester Pycelle stuttered fearfully, just like the coward he was. "The King-"

"My Queen!" 

Pycelle was interrupted as a new voice came in. It was haughty, sarcastic and arrogant. This was the last voice in the world I wanted to hear right now. 

"Let me see my child! You ungrateful witch!" his drunken yells rang through the hallway, right until he was outside the door.

My lips felt dry and my heart fell to my stomach. 

Robert had gone hunting after I had given birth to Tommen. But right now, he was right outside the door and there was nothing I could do.

Damn it!! I am dead!! Robert will figure things out once he sees the child!

====================

A/N: I was gonna give a warning at the beginning of the chapter that this would be one of the chapters where Oliver would be ruthless. But decided against it, c'mon~ you now know what kind of guy he is.

....

 Don't forget to throw some power stones :)

...

If you want to read ahead of the public release, or just want to support me.

you can join my p atreon :

p@treon.com/Numera