A Loosing and a Binding
Myrcella Baratheon, second-born child and only daughter of Robert Baratheon First of His Name, was not having a good day. Truth be told she was having one of the worst days of her short life. It had all started when her elder brother had been hurting little Tommen under the pretense of toughening him up "so he would not be such a crybaby." Angrily, the princess had decided to give Joff a taste of his own medicine and slapped him as hard as she could, hard enough to cause the surprised boy to fall down in front of some of his friends as well as Lord Rosby. Her mother had been furious, taking Joff's side like always. The old Septa had been more tedious than usual in her lessons (an impressive achievement), and Joff had looked at her with such hatred in her eyes that it sent a chill down the princess' spine.
Frustrated, out of sorts, and unwilling to suffer even more whispering idiots gawking at her as if she were an attraction in an Essosi traveling carnival, Myrcella had traveled through some of the less inhabited corners of the Red Keep in search of solitude. There she found hidden behind a tapestry a passageway of the kind stories told riddled the keep owing to the paranoia of Maegor the Cruel. Perhaps this was even one of the passages lost to history owing to the fact that the same paranoia had led Maegor to slay the builders of the Keep.
The girl reasoned that if she were to "get lost" for a bit her mother would be too preoccupied with the fact that she had been found again to scold her for hitting Joff and damaging his non-existent dignity. As it so happened she got lost a bit too well, pretense turning deadly earnest in the lightless corridors. This led her to her current predicament turned around, her left hand bleeding from a cut on a sharp stone. She was blindly following the ancient stone wall in the hope that it would eventually lead her out somewhere.
By some whim of fate her hand touched a faded carving of a dragon's eye once adorned with the flowing script of old Valyria, and her blood was accepted as sacrifice by the centuries-old enchantment that had lain dormant for many a long year. The stone of the passage drew back like a curtain (much more smoothly than when it was first made for the tides of magic were waxing).
After the pitch blackness of the tunnel, the faint greenish glow emanating from the chamber dazzled Myrcella. Desperate for a way out not to mention light of any sort she entered the ancient chamber. It was circular and seemingly carved into the stone under Aegon's Hill. Within lay dusty heavy jewelry adorned with rubies the color of old blood, ancient weapons that looked foreign to the princess' eyes. But the most odd thing by far was the source of the light. On a slender obsidian plinth in the center of the room rested a dark crystal sphere at the heart of which a spectral green flame shone.
In the ordinary run of things Myrcella was a practical child who had less time than usual for tales of sorcery and heroism in ages past, but when confronted with actual magic she could not help but be intrigued. As she neared the sphere to get a closer look a whispering started in the back of her mind first in tongues she could not understand (indeed they did not seem to be sounds men could make at all) but then at last shifting into Common:
"Child born of Sin, will you not aid me? I can make you great. Knowledge beyond the ken of humankind and dominion beyond the power of Kings shall be yours if you but free me."
Perhaps it was bravery she never before knew she possessed or merely greater fear of the dark twisting corridor outside that compelled the princess to answer: "What need have I of these things? I am a Princess of the Blood. In time I will have the best of lives without any help of yours," she spoke, imitating her mother's voice at her haughtiest.
"Royal blood, yes, the same twice over just as my jailers of old," the voice answered with a laugh like the crackle of flames.
"See the truth of your birthright, girl, if you dare."
The Green light filled Myrcella's sight, and then her mind. She saw before her eyes a vision of her mother the Queen and her uncle the Kingslayer embracing not as siblings might but as man and woman. Understanding dawned upon her, and her horror broke the hold of the illusion. She wanted more than anything else to call the fire-thing a liar, but her own treacherous memories would not let her. So many things made sense now, including one faint recollection from when she had been a little girl and had seen her uncle "help her mother dress."
No, not my uncle. My father likely as not, and even if that is not so the king's dignity could not bear that stain. At best the Silent Sisters if the secret were found out, a life of oppressive silence and judging eyes, she thought despairingly
. At worst... Myrcella could easily imagine what a man like father... the King might do to her in a rage.
"Dominion beyond the power of Kings..." she whispered to herself. "Why should I trust you?"
"Do you have a choice? Can your gaggle of Seven Gods defend you from what is to come? Would they even do so for one such as you? Such a waste of a brave and clever life it would be," the voice continued like sweet poison in her ear.
"What must I do?" the girl asked with far more courage than she felt.
"Place your left hand upon the orb and speak my name, Loptr, then name to conditions of our pact." Now the voice was filled with an inhuman longing.
Jumping to touch the magical orb, Myrcella placed her hand upon it and said swiftly, "Loptr, freedom I offer for the power to defend myself from my enemies present and future."
The room rang like some titanic bell had been struck with the Smith's own hammer, and the girl felt pain such as could not be described in the tongues of men.
What seemed like an eternity later she lay gasping on the hard stone floor, her mind filled with eldritch lore. She knew as surely as she knew that night followed day that what she had been gifted was only the barest beginning of the power she could attain. So with a smile that seemed to belong on a much older face Myrcella Waters made her way out of the room, the darkness holding no more terrors to her.