Stannis raised a hand to his mouth, his brows furrowing as he clenched the letter in his hands tightly. Robert was dead and those golden-haired children who carried his family name were bastards born of incest. And yet one of them sat the Throne.

"What does it say, uncle?"

Stannis heard her call out in concern, his gaze drifting towards her, his niece, his true niece. A girl who bore the black hair and blue eyes of a Baratheon, and it was just his and Robert's luck that the girl was a daughter and not a son.

"Your father is dead, girl."

Stannis stated bluntly, passing her the letter whilst he placed his hands on the painted table, his mind already forming war plans for when he took the Throne that was his by right.

"You. You will remain here on Dragonstone, you cannot return to Kingslanding."

Stannis practically commanded. It was for her own safety, she was still his blood, just a girl, her father was a fool. But that didn't mean he would disregard her life to send her back to her Lannister mother. Even if Cersei demanded it.

She was only supposed to be visiting Shireen, and now she was a permanent resident.