Thread: Valar Morghulis...Valar Dohaeris: A Parody (Malfrost & darkangel76)

Note Tommen is 17 years old. The bright star hung in the sky like a shining beacon, an ominous omen that struck hard like a dagger right into the heart of Daenerys Targaryen each and every time she looked up at it. It seemed unnatural as its light competed with the silvery rays of the moon...one night just appearing as if divine forces decided it was meant to be there, meant to be a part of nature, circling the sky and providing its light. A shiver ran down her spine and her body shuddered. She glanced over her shoulder, her violet eyes taking in Daario, his body seemingly worn. He'd been acting strange ever since the star had arrived. All the men had. It hadn't set well. Dany walked over to the balcony overlooking Meereen. The city had gone quiet. Ironic that not just a few weeks ago, this stillness would have filled her heart with joy, with peace. But now it filled her heart with dread, with fear. Just then, there was a light tap on the door. Dany turned her head toward the soft sound. She smiled at Daario before speaking out loud. Please enter, Dany said, turning to face Daario. She was almost certain that Missandei would be on the other side of the heavy wooden door. But no matter, the city had gone quiet, still, that unnatural light bringing a strange calm over Meereen and its people. Khaleesi, Missandei began, her dark eyes averted. Dany reached out and gently brushed her confidante's arm. She knew her friend was still adjusting to her newfound freedom. The Astaporian beauty smiled then and turned her eyes toward Daenerys. The Unsullied, Khaleesi. Her face was worried. The illness is spreading. Dany's eyes widened and she turned toward Daario. They needed to form small council. Things were going from bad to worse. Rumors had already been spreading that several had been reported ill within the city. Within days, some of her Unsullied had also reported to have contracted a strange illness. There didn't seem to be an underlying cause and it was spreading too rapidly. Action needed to be taken. How badly? Dany asked. Missandei paused, her eyes moving from Dany to Daario. All, she said softly. Dany looked to Daario, her steps fast as she headed toward the door. We meet with Jorah, Tyrion and Varys, she said plainly. This must be stopped. Missandei watched Dany, worry etched on her face. She was terrified. So many were falling ill, unable to function as fever gripped their bodies. But she noticed one odd thing...the only ones who were falling ill were men. The room was dark and for days Tommen had not been himself. Already chaos was clawing its way through Kings Landing, tearing the entire city apart. Cersei was furious that her youngest brother had disappeared and no one knew the whereabouts the Master of Whispers. Things were only getting worse, the paranoia of the entire Lannister family growing and then that strange star suddenly appeared. Holy men tried to fear monger the good people of Westeros, but she knew they were merely using it as an opportunity to seize control over the weak minds of the people. Oh her poor Tommen! Burning up with fever while the entire city fell into ruin! Margaery had to hide his malady, pretend that everything was as it should be. It would be difficult fooling his bitch mother. The woman had eyes everywhere and her over protective nature for her children bordered frightening. She had to admit the cunt was cunning, but she wouldn't let her interfere so long as she was queen, so long as there was breath in Tommen's body. Margaery's bare body stooped over Tommen as he lied back on their plush bed, her cunt gripping his hardened cock deep within her wet folds. She leaned forward, her hands clutching his shoulders as she bit down on her lower lip and stifled the groan that rumbled in her throat. Up and down...up and down, her body slid along his shaft, slippery and slick. The wet slurping sounds of flesh on flesh echoed against the stone walls. Tommen...Tommen... Margaery panted, her hips moving faster. If only he'd move! Those damned fevers! Fever squeezed at her heart like a vice. This just wasn't the Tommenthe Kingshe knew. Sansa stared out her tiny window at the unnatural star. When had it arrived? She couldn't remember. Perhaps it had been a week, maybe two, ago when it had decided to shine down upon the lands. She heard the door open behind her and knew who it was that was checking in on her. Only one man repeatedly came to her sidePeytr Baelish. Lord Baelish, Sansa said without turning around, her eyes still fixed upon the star. Have you come to check on me as always? she asked. You'll find I'm still safely hidden from Lannister eyes. Letting out a soft sigh, she turned around, a hand moving to twist a stray lock of red. She hated her solitary life...always running, always hiding. She'd forgotten what it was like to be happy. Hidden from all eyes, she added, her tone laced with bite. I trust your evening has fared well. Feeling bitter, her gaze turned cold before it softened, her eyes finally averting and fixing upon the floor. I...I'm sorry. I should not have said that.