[King's Landing - Red Keep, Morgana's Chambers]

In the depths of the Red Keep, Princess Morgana Baratheon lay abed, lost in slumber once more. But she was not alone. Her spirit guide, a mysterious figure cloaked in shadows, stood watch over her, as it had so many times before.

Morgana had alwys thought these visitations were mere night terrors, a product of her own fevered imagination. But now, she knew better. This guide was real, and it had been sent to help her understand her true potential - a power that ran deep within her veins, passed down through the Targaryen ancestors who had ruled Westeros and sat the Iron Throne.

"My child," the guide whispered, its voice like a gentle breeze on a sumner day. "There is danger coming, Morgana," it warned. "The flames of faith are stirring, and the winds of change blow strong."

Morgana sat up, rubbing her eyes, confused. She saw the figure before her as clear as day. A woman, tall and statuesque, with skin like moonlight and hair like silver rain.

"What are you talking about? What danger?"

"A religious uprising, led by the High Sparrow and his Faith Militant. They seek to overthrow the crown and impose their own brand of righteousness upon the realm. You must be careful, child. Your family does not understand the threat, but you do. Use your powers wisely, and protect yourself and those you love."

Morgana sat up straight, her heart racing. She had heard rumblings of unrest among the faithful, but she had nevr imagined it could escalate to such extremes. The Faith Militant was a powerful force, one that would stop at nothing to defend their beliefs.

They had been disarmed by King Maegor I Targaryen.

"I thought they were disarmed by King Maegor."

"Yes, but their influence remains, simmering beneath the surface. If left unchecked, they will rise again, bringing destruction and chaos in their wake."

"How can we stop them?"

"Your Targaryen ancestors were powerful sorcerers and sorceresses, and their magic runs strong within you. But it is not just your lineage that makes you special - it is also your own innate gift, which you have yet to fully realize."

As Lyra spoke, visions began to swirl around them, depicting scenes of chaos and upheaval in King's Landing. Morgana saw the High Septon, garbed in his brown robes, rallying a mob of followers under the banner of the Faith Militant. She heard the sound of chanting voices, calling for reforms and demanding justice.

"Beware, my child," Lyra cautioned, her voice tinged with urgency. "There is a storm brewing in the city, one that threatens to consume all in its path. The High Sparrow and his followers seek to impose their will upon the realm, using religion as a weapon against those they deem to be sinners. You must be careful, for they will see your magic as a threat to their authority."

Morgana felt a shiver run down her spine as she watched the vision unfold. She knew that her brother, King Tommen, was already struggling to maintain control over the kingdom, and the last thing he needed was another conflict to contend with. But what could she do? She was only a princess.

"Do not worry, my child," Lyra said, reading her thoughts. "Your time will come. For now, simply be aware of the dangers that surround you. Use your gifts wisely, and trust in yourself and your destiny."

And with that, the vision faded away, leaving Morgana feeling both empowered and uneasy. She knew that she would soon face challenges beyond anything she had ever imagined, but she was determined to rise to meet them head-on. After all, she had the support of her ancestors and the guidance of her spirit guide to help her along the way.

Her head shot up at the sound of a knock on the door.

"Come in!"

The door opened to reveal her mother.

"Hello, darling. Did you have a good rest?"

"If you're asking about night terrors, then yes. I haven't had any in some timr."

"That is wonderful. I'm glad to hear that."

"Mother, I cannot understand why you allowed Joffrey to rule as he did," Morgana said, her voice trembling with anger and frustration. "He was a tyrant, a monster who revelled in the suffering of others. His cruelty knew no bounds."

Cersei's face hardened into a cold mask, but Morgana could see the pain lurking behind her eyes. "Joffrey was my son, Morgana," she said, her voice tightly controlled. "And he was your brother, no matter how much you may wish otherwise."

"But why did you let him act like that?" Morgana asked, her frustration boiling over. "Why did you indulge him, even when he hurt innocent people? He lacked the political insight to see beyond his own desires. He did not care about ruling wisely or justly, only in satisfying his own twisted pleasures."

Cersei sighed, her shoulders sagging under the weight of her grief. "I knew he was flawed, Morganza," she admitted. "But I loved him, just as I love all of my children. And I wanted so badly for him to be a great king, to make me proud."

"But at what cost?" Morgana asked, her eyes brimming with tears. "His reign was marked by bloodshed and oppression. The people hated him, and yet you continued to indulge him, even when it was clear that he was not fit to rule."

Cersei sighed, her gaze distant. "I know, child. But I thought that with power, he would change. That he would become the great king that our family once produced."

"But he never did," Morgana said bitterly. "He became worse, much worse. And now look at us. Our kingdom is in shambles, our people suffer, and all because of your blind love for one son."

Cersei's expression hardened. "Do not speak to me like that, Morgana. You do not understand the sacrifices I have made for this family."

"No, Mother," Morgana replied, her voice cold as ice. "I do not understand how you could sacrifice so many lives for the sake of your own desires. How could you let Joffrey destroy everything my family, my father worked to build?"

"Joffrey may have had his flaws, but he was still my son."

"Your son?" Morgana spat, her voice rising. "He was a monster, Mother. You coddled him too much, let him get away with anything simply because he was born with a crown on his head. But that didn't give him the right to hurt anyone he pleased."

Cersei leaned back in her chair, a look of annoyance crossing her face. "I did what needed to be done to protect the kingdom," she replied coolly. "And Joffrey was not a bad ruler, merely...misunderstood."

"Misunderstood?" Morgana laughed bitterly. "He enjoyed watching people suffer, Mother. He reveled in their fear and pain. How can you defend such behavior?"

Cersei's expression hardened. "Because it is what is necessary for the throne," she stated bluntly. "A good ruler must sometimes make difficult decisions, and Joffrey was willing to do whatever it took to maintain order and stability in Westeros."

Morgana shook her head, feeling a deep sadness at the cold calculation in her mother's words. She knew then that Cersei would never understand why Joffrey's reign had been so destructive, why his actions had caused so much suffering. And she realized that she could never truly trust her mother's judgment when it came to matters of state.

"He believed that as the King, he was above all else, a god among mortals."

Cersei's expression remained impassive, but a hint of guilt flickered in her eyes. She knew that Morgana held her responsible for Joffrey's behavior, and perhaps rightfully so.

"Joffrey was a spoiled child, my dear," Cersei said softly. "I indulged him too much, I admit it. But at the time, I truly believed that he would grow into the role of kingship, and become a wise and just ruler. I nevr expected him to become what he was."

"But he nevr did," Morgana finished for her, her anger simmering just below the surface. "Indulgence is one thing, Mother, but encouraging his sadistic tendencies was another. You taught him that might makes right, that the throne gives one the power to do as they please."

Cersei sighed heavily, her shoulders sagging under the weight of her own guilt. "Perhaps I did, my daughter. But what choice did I have? A Lannister alwys pays her debts, no matter the cost."

"His reign was marked by tyranny and bloodshed, and his legacy will forevrr be stained by his cruel deeds."

The silence between them hung heavy in the air, filled with unspoken words and regrets. Both women knew that Joffrey's reign had been a dark stain on the history of the Seven Kingdoms, and perhaps both were guilty of contributing to his downfall. But even now, as they reflected on the past, they couldn't help but wonder what lay ahead for the realm they called home.

"I believe that Tommen may be a better ruler than Joffrey in some ways."

Cersei raised an eyebrow, surprised by her daughter's statement. "Really? How so?"

"Well, for all his flaws, Tommen is not as cruel as Joffrey was," Morgana replied. "He is more compassionate and merciful, and he listens to the advice of those around him. He is also more intelligent than Joffrey evrr was."

"But what about his lack of ambition?" Cersei asked, her voice tinged with concern. "Tommen never expected to be king, and it shows. He often seems uncertain and hesitant when making decisions."

"True, but that can also be a strength," Morgana countered. "Unlike Joffrey, who was spoiled and arrogant, Tommen is humble and willing to learn. He knows that he cannot rule alone, and he seeks the counsel of wise advisors. He may not have the same level of ambition as Joffrey did, but he has a different kind of wisdom."

"And yet, despite these qualities, his reign has only just begun," Cersei noted. "There will alwys be those who seek to manipulate him, to use him for their own gain. He must be careful, for there are many dangers lurking in the shadows, waiting to pounce."

Morgana was certain was one of those people, as much as she wished to deny it.

"He isn't as cruel and heartless as Joffrey was. And he isn't being ruled solely by your influence, either."

Cersei's expression turned cold. "What are you saying, child? That I am too controlling?"

Morgana winced at her mother's tone, but pressed on. "Not necessarily, Mother. But... well, you were so focused on making Joffrey the perfect king that you nevr let him learn how to rule on his own. He relied entirely on you for everything. Tommen, on the other hand, has had to fend for himself more. He may not be as strong or confident as we would like, but he is learning."

Cersei's eyes narrowed, but Morgana could see the hint of approval hidden beneath her anger. "Go on," she said gruffly.

"And another thing, Mother," Morgana continued. "Tommen may not be the greatest warrior or strategist, but he has a certain... innocence about him. It makes him more relatable to the common folk. They see him as someone who understands their struggles, rather than a distant and untouchable king. Despite being coddled by you, he does not seem to be as spoiled or entitled as Joffrey was."

Cersei nodded thoughtfully, considering her daughter's words. "That is true. Tommen has alwys been a kind and gentle soul, but perhaps too naive and trusting. It is a weakness that can be exploited by those who seek to gain power over him."

"Exactly, Mother," Morgana agreed. "But it also means that he is not as cunning or calculating as Joffrey was. He does not have the same ambition or desire for power, which makes him less likely to make rash decisions based on greed or anger."

Tommen's reign had only just begun, yet trouble was not so far away.