Chaos

1. Father

King's landing

11/20/2019

The morning was too gray for a summer.

Gray fluffy clouds adorned the sky as small drops rushed like a harbinger of a wild storm.

The land rumbled with the hustle and bustle of the huge golden city in the early hours of the morning.

People walked uncontrollably between phone calls, murmurs, and cars with their horns in traffic. sounds traveled between the tall office buildings, apartments and condominiums crowded with overcrowding.

King's Landing was everything she had read and more.

Still surrounded by the joyous melody of the big city, She felt completely alone as she saw the huge glass-windowed building.

Harrenhal

The name was more of a mask for powerful families who discreetly required their services. No one wanted to be in that place, and it was considered a public humiliation in the retrograde culture of Westeros.

She hates this country.

She adjusted her black coat around her body when she finally plucked up the courage to enter. Immediately the smell of ethyl and aseptic alcohol hit her nose, accompanied by the exaggerated breeze from the air conditioning.

Typical in a hospital.

There was so much silence that it made her uncomfortable, perhaps today was not a suitable day for visiting patients.

The few visitors around were busy keeping their faces behind huge dark glasses and overly numerous security personnel.

For a second she was embarrassed. Maybe she shouldn't have come here alone, much less without prior knowledge of an appointment.

There was a woman behind a glass desk, wearing a dark blue nurse's uniform and white slippers. She was quite focused on working on her desk.

she stopped and thought about it for a few seconds

It was now or never.

"Miss," she whispered uncertainly.

The woman raised her head. He seemed surprised by her presence but did not comment on it.

"I ... I would like to see my father..."

The woman interrupted her before she could continue and called one of the nurses who was walking down the hall.

This nurse was younger, even so young that she assumed she was a recent graduate or underpaid intern.

"Welcome to Harrenhal, Your Highness" Said the young woman "The prince woke up recently. The new medication is a little strong and tends to put him to sleep for a few more hours... It will take a few minutes but he will be here soon."

The young woman placed a code in the door lock revealing a room divided by an armored glass wall with a table and a chair on each side, all surrounded by white walls and porcelain floors of the same color, guarded by security cameras.

"Security cameras?"

"For security, Your Highness. The prince does not yet have permission to visit family rooms."

"So I have to see my father on the other side of a glass and talk to him through holes?"

she was upset

"It's the rules, your highness" the young lady was gentle "I know it may be difficult to accept, but he is in the right place."

She made no reply and sat patiently to wait.