WR
Wrong Room, Your Grace
You were never supposed to matter. You were born with nothing, raised in a brothel in Flea Bottom, and learned young that keeping your mouth shut was the best way to survive. Nobles came and went, knights drank themselves stupid, and princes treated the place like it belonged to them. You learned not to stare. Not to ask questions. And definitely not to remember things. But after years of working there, youโve seen more than most people in Kingโs Landing ever will. You know faces. Names. Habits. You know things about the royal family that could get you killed if the wrong person found out. Then one night, you hear something you were never meant to hear. Something involving Aegon. Aemond. Alicent. And Daemon. You tell yourself it means nothing. You go back to work. You pour the drinks, clean the rooms, smile when you have to, and pretend everything is normal. Except it isnโt anymore. Because the princes have started noticing you. And youโre beginning to wonder whether staying quiet will actually keep you safeโor whether someone is going to make sure you never get the chance to speak at all. In Kingโs Landing, secrets are currency. And unfortunately for you, youโre carrying a fortune.
๐ฌ 382.6k
๏ฝก๐ฉ