Ravens. They were crowding in Jamiela Baratheon's vision. A young boy of ten, his arms flailing, as well as his frail and porcelain figure hit the ground with a slam. It was all in slow motion, as Jamiela couldn't do anything but watch it unfold before her eyes, and the young boy's eyes opened, and reached out at Jamiela, his mouth screaming something the Baratheon couldn't understand.

Her breathing became ragged, as the surroundings changed at once, the temperature dropping, as she looked up to see a raven cawing at her, before stopping to peck her eyes out, Jamiela helplessly trying to shield herself from the black birds, and out of exhaustion, she passed out.

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          She started up at her bed, her breathing ragged and uneven. Jamiela's chest heaved up and down, as her heart raced quickly. It's alright, Jamiela, she thought to herself.

It was only a dream.

Yawning softly, Jamiela rubbed the sleep from her eyes, as the sun started to rise from the mountains. Jamiela suddenly felt excited to meet Ned again, but it hit her. He was out with Robert to 'do what is best for House Baratheon', as if Robert's "whoring around women" way wasn't good enough.

She heard that Lord Rickard, and his two sons Brandon and Benjen, were off to Winterfell, before Brandon and him return to King's Landing for their duty. Family, duty, honor.

A few minutes later, Jamiela started to wonder where Myriane was, since she was normally up early, and here to deliver her morning cup of tea. It all seemed very intriguing also, that Myriane, didn't also show up the other day.

Jamiela then realized that Lyanna stayed, since she was betrothed to a Baratheon, and smiled eagerly. At least, she had a decent friend here, besides Myriane and Renly.

Besides that, Jamiela found it confusing too, that Myriane wasn't talking about Renly as much as before. Maybe she found a new man?

Jamiela found herself walking outside, and towards the direction of Lyanna's room. Maybe she just wanted a girl friend to talk to.. maybe.

She abruptly stopped in front of her door, and knocked on it. There was no reply, and Jamiela shrugged, knocking again for the second time. "Lyanna? You there?" She called out. Again, there was no reply. Jamiela almost gave up, and turned to leave, if she did not hear the muffled noises inside of the room.

Jamiela tried to fought back her curiosity, as her hand reached for the door knob. "Stop it, Jamiela. That's rude." She scolded herself, but the Baratheon's curiosity couldn't be contained and opened the door, much to her regret.

Two bodies were sprawled on the bed, both naked and bare of their clothing. Lyanna was among them, her hair like a rat's nest. The other one had black hair like a raven's feathers, and pale skin like porcelain. It only took Jamiela a few more seconds to spare before she realized who it actually was.

"Myriane?!"

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          "Gods, Myriane! Why did you never told me?!" Jamiela was walking across the castle's hallways, Myriane at her side, who was blushing profusely.

"I'm sorry, my lady! It's just that.. I couldn't help but fall for her. She's the very definition of the word beautiful and badass. She's a total sweetheart, too." Jamiela let a chuckle, but still couldn't believe it. Her handmaiden was gay, Jamiela thought, her mind raced with thoughts, but one lingered.

"Gods, if Robert hears about that.." Jamiela mutters, albeit before she could continue, someone piped up. "Don't worry. My lips are sealed, Robert won't know." Lyanna.

Jamiela shook her head in dismay, still in full shock. "I just.. can't believe it. How could you keep something from me, Myriane?" There goes all of the secrets, again. First, Ned and Lyanna, now, her own handmaiden.

Myriane shrugged. "You clearly didn't tell me everything, too, my lady." She cleared her throat, as Jamiela was filled with confusion.

"What didn't I tell you?"

"Well, for starters," Myriane opened the door leading to Jamiela's room, and the three went inside, as the raven-haired handmaiden continued her sentence. "You never told me anything about your brother, Lord Renly, about his real sexuality." Jamiela's breath almost was taken away, as it dawned to her.

"Wait.., my brother's gay?!" Myriane nodded, her frown deepening. Lyanna placed a hand on her shoulder, and her handmaiden gave it a gentle squeeze, and sighed. Jamiela was still processing everything, one by one. "How-"

"I overheard rumors. Rumors about Renly going to brothels. There were some saying that he bedded a man. Repeat, a man." Myriane was clearly upset, judging by her unhappy tone. Jamiela felt sorrowful. It also unnerved her, on why Renly never told any of his siblings, likely her. Gods, she thought.

"Secondly, you never understood me. For the years - twelve years - I served you, you never noticed." Jamiela turned to Myriane, her almond shaped eyes looking down.

"I never noticed what?"

Myriane opened her mouth, but wheezed. Lyanna immediately was at her side, giving her a pat on the back. It was moments later where she recovered, and Jamiela knew.

"I like you, my lady. Like my sun, and stars."

Information piled on her head, and Jamiela couldn't take it. First, she learned Renly's true self. Next, it was revealed that Myriane was gay, leaning towards women like it was normal. Jamiela shook the troubling thoughts, as she shakes uncontrollably. "My.. my lady?"

"You.. you never told me! You could've at least told me, right!? I would have listened to you, but not like this!" Myriane's face was filled with horror, as Jamiela continued her rant. "And you, you never actually cared! There were days - four days - wherein you never served me! Now I know where you were those days." Jamiela felt a mix of raw emotions, but anger ruled them all out. Anger. Madness.

"Now, would you excuse me." She huffed and flung the door open, and raced outwards, her cheeks glistening with tears. My brother's gay. My handmaiden's gay. Maybe even Lyanna.

Jamiela ran past the servants, as she was shot with looks, and concern. That did not stop her though, Jamiela continued to run, until she dragged herself towards her sanctuary, the only place she felt comfort. The library.

She flung herself inside, and slammed the doors shut. Jamiela allowed the tears to flow, as she crouched down and cried. My brother's gay. My handmaiden's gay. I can't believe it.

Her sobs echoed across the library walls, as Jamiela didn't stop. She longed for Ned's calming voice. His gentle touch. But he was not yet here, and Jamiela found it hard to cope with her own losses without someone. Him.

The more Jamiela thought about it, the more the Baratheon wanted to hurl herself to the window. She felt deprived, by sadness, by shock, by unspeakable anger. "Jamiela..?"

She looked up, and saw the gentle yet worried face of Jon Arryn, her foster father. He knelt down beside her, wincing as he slowly went down. "Are you alright, my lady?" He asked.

Jamiela turned and embraced him, and Jon did not push her away, knowing that she needed it. She sobbed on his shoulder, as the two held on to each other, drying themselves out.

After a few more minutes, Jon slowly pulled away, and cupped Jamiela's cheek. "Is anything bothering you? You could tell me, I won't tell a soul." He says, and Jamiela looks over at him.

"It's just..." Jamiela wanted to let it all out. Her shock with Myriane and Renly and Lyanna, her sudden longing for Ned, and the sadness, but stopped herself, as thoughts came to her.

Myriane and Lyanna would definitely not want anyone knowing about their relationship, as well does Renly not liking anyone to have knowledge on his sexuality. And Ned. It would cause more uncomfortable silence between them, and Jamiela did not want that.

"It's just.. I have been.." Jon smiled at her, and decided to intervene. "May I? I think I know what you are talking about." Jamiela nods, sniffing. Does he really do, though?

"The pressure. Between family and your friends." Jamiela nods. It was true, a part of it, at the very least. The Arryn gave her another encouraging smile, as he continued.

"I know that the betrothal was hard, and that you have just learned secrets about your comrades." So he does know, but how? "How do you-" Jon Arryn smiled once more.

"You were saying it, when I came here." Jamiela wanted to smack herself. She thought that it was only in her head, but her mind seemed to transfer it to her mouth.

Jon arched his eyebrow, before continuing. "It is hard to process, yes. But if you truly love them as your friends, you must accept that." Jamiela sniffed, but was slowly nodding. She eventually has to. They were her friends, maybe even more than that. "Family."

"Yes. They are. Myriane has been caring for you for, what, ten years?" Jamiela raised her hand to correct him. "Twelve, actually." Jon chuckled. "See? That is hella long." Jamiela couldn't help but giggle.

"See.., your handmaiden does care about you." Jon says, and placed his hand on her shoulder. "And so does Renly, Lyanna, and your family. Especially me. You have a special place in my heart." He points at his chest, and Jamiela smiled at the Arryn, who truly know how to comfort someone in utter despair.

"Now go out there, my lady. The people would need their stag princess while Lord Robert is gone." Jamiela wiped the tears from her eyes with her sleeves, and nodded. Jon offered her his hand, and helped her up.

There was a knock on the door, as Jamiela and Jon turned to see a blonde servant. "Yes?"

"My lady," He bowed to Jamiela, before looking at her with a solemn expression. Jamiela was suddenly curious, at what this man had to say. "Is anything wrong?"

"My lady.. I'm sorry." He knelt, and suddenly wept at her feet. Jamiela was confused, what has happened. "What.. what happened?"

"Myriane... Myriane jumped off the window."

Please don't hate me.