Chapter 23: Rescue and Recovery

Something wet and cold lathered my face, causing me to stir and slowly open my eyes at the odd sensation. The cold gave way to heat as the covered area of my face started to tingle and burn, I try to move my hand towards my face to scratch the irritant but a hand grips my wrist with a strong yet careful strength and slowly sets my arm down by my side again.

Trying to see who grabbed my arm, I blink repeatedly to focus my vision, noticing I can't see anything on my left except for darkness. Seeing no-one on my right side, I turn my head left and spot a grey figure moving and sorting objects next to him.

"Its good to see your awake my Lord." The figure spoke out, revealing himself as Maester Creylen through his soft, orotund voice. "It would seem that the milk of the poppy I gave you has worn off."

"Maester Creylen?" I said, somehow conveying my surprise through my groggy voice, "Are we at the Rock?".

"We are" He said "You've been in bed for around a week now, that cut on your hand became infected and you developed a fever, luckily it was rather mild." the Maester explained as he continued shifting tools and vials of liquid.

"What happened?" I ask, to which Creylen replies "Well, a supply train from Casterly Rock was a short distance away, trying to make it to the camp and drop off its goods, when they noticed the fire. Fortunately, that train was mostly consisting of more Lannister soldiers that you had requested for. Apparently they saw the scene of the skirmish in which you had been kidnapped and tracked down the kidnappers, killing nearly everyone of them, rescuing you in the process."

"You said the soldiers killed 'nearly everyone', did any survive?" Creylen nods his head, "They managed to capture two of the kidnappers and bring them back here, your father has had them placed in the dungeons and tortured for information."

I sigh and lean my head back into the comfort of the pillow as my thoughts turn towards my kidnappers, they had said something about bringing me back to Dorne but makes no sense. The only houses within Dorne that would have the power and confidence to try and abduct me would probably be Houses Yronwood and Martell, though I could be wrong.

However, House Yronwood doesn't make any sense as I cant see any reason why they would do it, It most likely wouldn't be out of vengeance for the murders of Elia Martell or her children due to the feud between both houses.

House Martell is the most obvious choice, though having said that, Doran Martell isn't the kind of man to plot a scheme such as this from what I remember of him from the books (Doran in the T.V. series was very disappointing) he takes a much more slow approach to ensure success.

"Now, those bandages around your head and wrist should stay on until I tell you otherwise, when you bathe a servant will prepare a new set of clean bandages and will wrap them around you." Creylen told me, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"My eye.... Is it gone?" I ask him warily, fearing the loss of one of my eye's. "No, your eyesight should be fine, blood from the cut on your face leaked into your eyes but the soldiers were able to clean your face with water they had on their person.

The reason why your left eye is covered up is because it is much easier to bandage your face, there was quite a large area needing treatment." The Maester explained to me.

"Anyway, that cut on your palm was the most troublesome, it had gotten infected after not being treated or cleaned since you were kidnapped. How'd it happen anyway? its odd that they would cut your palm like that and not anywhere else on your body except your face." Creylen asked me, curious as to what I would say.

"I cut myself" I muttered indignantly, "I went to stab someone in the chest but I hit armour and my hand slid down the hilt to the blade, cutting my hand."

Maester Creylen adopts a small curled grin, showing his amusement, before taking on a more serious face, "You're fortunate that cut on your face was all they had done to you, sure it will scar and wont be pleasant to look at but there are many things they could have done to cause you harm.", I sit and let his words stew in my head, "They said that I was not to be killed.", Maester Creylen hummed in acknowledgement "Well whoever ordered it, your father will figure it out, never have a seen a slight against your father go unpunished."

Maester Creylen got up, with his bag of tools and medicine in hand, and proceeded towards the door and opened it. Only for a small figure to dart in and run up to me, "Cerion!" the figure said and jumped up on my bed, making me groan from the extra weight on my sore and bruised body.

The figure, who I recognised as Tyrion, wrapped his arms and me, which was a bit awkward to do as I was laying down. Tyrion had filled out more since the last time I had seen him a couple months ago, he was a a weight that matched his height and his hair had turned a bit darker, going for a more bronze-blonde colour.

"I missed you" Tyrion said "I heard that you had been taken by bandits and that you were hurt." he was looking at the bandages on my head whilst saying that.

"I missed you too Tyrion, but I'm fine, just a few cuts here and there is all." I tried to reassure him to which he just raised an eyebrow and had a doubtful look in his eye.

We spent the next half-hour speaking, catching up on what we were both doing since I was away. Apparently Tyrion has progressed a lot in his lessons with Maester Creylen and has self-appointed himself as his favourite student out of the four Lannister Children, he also informed me that our dear sister Cersei was pregnant and would give birth next year if nothing happened to the baby.

"Oh, that's right." Tyrion said offhandedly as he pulled out a crumpled letter from his pocket, "Jaime wrote to you after he found out what happened."

I took the letter from his hands and read it. To summarise, Jaime told me that he was worried over me and that would ride over and put them to the sword if he could, he also wrote about wishing me a full recovery and signed it himself as well as... Cersei? whose name is written in Jaime's handwriting, I like the effort.

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