THE THRONE OF SWAPPED DESIRE : CHAPTER 2


Your Grace, please," Catelyn whispered urgently, her grip on my wrists firming as she forced a tight, rehearsed smile for the benefit of the staring lords below. She leaned closer, her voice lowered to a frantic murmur. "The journey from King's Landing has been long and grueling. The Northern cold can be... deeply unsettling to those unaccustomed to it. Sit, I beg of you. Let us take a moment."

I just stood there, completely lost in my mind cupping those breasts. I looked at the woman beside me, totally confused and then I glanced around the room at all the people staring at me. I didn't even know who I was supposed to be—the Tv series had shown so many different chicks at once.


Suddenly, I felt a pull on my hand. The lady beside me forced a fake smile for the crowd and tugged me back down. My knees gave out and I plonked back into the chair, finally letting go of “my” breasts. I just stared down at my new, dainty fingers and all the weird rings on them.


Catelyn quickly shifted her body to block the view of the nearby tables, leaning in with intense, quiet concern. "What is wrong, Your Grace? Are you in pain? Is it the food?"

I looked at her, knowing I had to say something. "I am..."


Woah. My voice was so high-pitched. The sound of it shocked me so much I stopped speaking right then and there.


"You are what, Your Grace?" she asked, leaning in closer. "Should I call your handmaiden, or perhaps a Maester?"


That snapped my attention back. I didn't even know what the fuck a "Maester" meant, but I knew I didn't want to talk to anyone who might clock me. The only real option I had was to try and play along.


"Uh... no, no... I'm fine," I said, forcing a smile.

It felt so fake and completely wrong. Man, what did that old raven dude put me into? And wait a second... where the fuck was Aryan? I think to myself looking around the crowd he could be anyone from these people.


Catelyn was still unsure, staring at me like she didn't quite buy it, but suddenly we were interrupted by a young girl.


"Mother? Is Her Grace quite well?"


I blinked, my gaze shifting to the …