You were not something they were proud of, especially the case with your mother, Shiera.

You were the daughter/son and only child of two of The Great Bastards, Shiera Seastar and Brynden Waters.

They didn't pay much attention to you... due to the fact your existence had been know, The King, had made them get married in response and they didn't refuse because they had no where else to go.

You grew up neglected and you would purposely get in trouble just so that you would get attention from them and it worked.

They were berating you most of the time but in your head that was okay, they were giving you attention, you thought this was how children would get attention and you made it into some sort of game.

Sometimes you would fake hurting yourself to get attention but your parents eventually figured that trick out so you stopped using it but when you stepped on a piece of glass by accident, you started crying loudly.

The guards didn't even move, except for the one that walked right past her. You tripped over wanting your papa and mama to come make it feel better, forgetting they have the attitude of assholes.

Your father walked into the room after a while with a yawn, and saw you, bloody feet, briefly before he closed the door... you could've swore you heard your mother say. "Hurry up with the little bastard, we've got dinner!"

Your eyes sparkled slightly. "Dinner?" You asked looking up at your father.

"You won't be joining us tonight, I'll have some brought to your room when we deal with this cut." Brynden said, not seeming to notice that this only made you more sad and left out. You felt more tears, not feeling wanted by your own parents.

"What is taking so long?" Shiera walked in, annoyed and finding Brynden on the floor dealing with your cup. "Why are you so stupid?" She asked, clearly in one of her moods.

"Shiera, calm yourself." Brynden chimed in as he started wrapping your foot.