The Accidental King

Chapter One: The Return of the prodigal son

Three years. He had been gone three fucking years. He was now returning for his brother's wedding to that whore of Highgarden. She remembered the day he left to travel the world, the day Joffrey ascended the throne and everything went downhill ever since. He should never have left, he should have stayed by his brother's side and helped him rule but he was never one to obey her blindly. He did whatever he wanted and never thought about the consequences. So much like Jaime, he looked like him, he acted like him but he was also full of cheap tricks like the imp. Everyone said that the boy had no part of Cersei but she knew better. She had realized her son shared her ambition, her jealousy and most of all he was not scared of doing what was necessary for the greater good. He was her son, her lion and he was coming home now. Her heart can be whole once again, with all her children by her side

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"There he is. I can see him," shouted Tommen excitedly as William came to sight. He looks so older she thought and her heart ached as she realized she had missed her boy growing up.

"Mother!" he said as soon as he got off from his boat and hugged her and her heart melted. "How much have I missed you!" he said kissing her both cheeks.

"I have missed you too son," she said unable to speak any more with happiness.

"Tommen! Look how tall have you grown," said Will trying to lift him but barely being able to do it.

He then greeted his Uncle Jaime, Tyrion and others who came to greet him.

"Joffrey isn't here," he said noticing the absence of his brother.

"He's waiting for you in the throne room," replied Cersei.

"What a kind way to say that he didn't consider me important enough to come and receive me."

"It's not that, he is just busy with the court."

"Of course. Let's not keep him waiting."

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"Prince William Baratheon, second son of King Robert Baratheon and brother to His Grace King Joffrey." he heard and went into the throne room and stood before his brother.

"Beloved brother." he acknowledged. "Let me congratulate you ahead of times for your upcoming wedding."

"You're back. Huh! I thought you'd never return." said Joffrey with disdain.

"I won't be staying long. I'll leave soon after your wedding."

"You should stay longer. I mean you wouldn't get to stay in a palace in the free cities would you? Although you could buy a palace bigger than the red keep with the amount of gold you took from me."

"It was father's gold at that time. And I took my share. Also, you don't have any gold, all of the gold I took was borrowed from grandfather. Right now you are poorer than whores searching the city for cocks to ride."

"Will!" reprimanded Joffrey.

"Sorry, that is unfair to whores. They might find some coins but you are so deep in debt that every penny you earn for the rest of your life will be spent to repay the iron bank."

There was stunned silence in the court. Everyone looked at Joffrey waiting for his response.

"I could have your tongue ripped for saying that."

Will was about to respond but decided to stay silent upon seeing the look on his mother's face.

"My apologies. I have been on the road for too long. I guess I was just tired."

"You should rest. We'll meet at supper tonight."

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"You're not leaving again." shouted Cersei as soon as Will entered the room.

"Calm down mother."

"No! You are not leaving again. Promise me."

"I am leaving mother. I'm sorry but you have to accept that."

"Why? How can you abandon your family? The people need you."

Will scoffed and said "You don't care about the people and neither do they care about me. Most of them don't even remember that I exist. It was all about Joffrey. Always. I'm sorry but I can't stay here with Joffrey as king. I just can't."

"I know your brother can be tough but.." tried Cersei but was cutoff by Will.

"Tough! Have you forgotten what happened 3 years ago? Why I left?"

"I haven't but I miss you. And it was your fault as well. Both of you acted way out of line and for what? A girl."

"You don't understand. It wasn't about the girl. I couldn't care less about the girl. It was about everything. He gets everything that I ever wanted, everything that I deserve, everything just because the midwife pulled hi m out first."

"Will I..." began Cersei but was cutoff.

"Every name day, when we cut the pie you would tell us to make a wish. Every time I wished, ever since I was smart enough to make a wish, I wished Joffrey would die. I know its a terrible thing to even think about anyone let alone your brother but you haven't seen the way Joff treated me. I couldn't stand it. And I couldn't stand people telling me that all I could ever become was a counsel to my king brother. That I would live at the wish of my brother who is as mad as the famous mad king. I'd rather be dead. I have changed mother. I am not the same person who left. I will not suffer in silence anymore and if you force me to stay I won't make any promise that I'll behave."

"I see that. Let's just not have this argument today. I don't want to fight today. Tell me all about your journey."

"I met Myrcella on the way back."

"How is she?"

"She's good. Has her betrothed wrapped around her fingers. He's a good boy."

"Everyday I curse your Uncle for taking her away from me. Gods how much I hate that little monster."

"It was a smart move to get the Dornish on our side. We would have faced great problems if Dorne had raised their arms against us."

"She is your sister. Not a tool to make alliances."

"She was the best tool to make the alliance."

"You have changed."

"Everything has changed."

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Dressed in the finest silks just like everyone else in his family, Will walked into the dining hall. Tomorrow was the big day. Tonight was a dinner only for both the families. Joffrey and Margaery were seated in the center in high chairs. Margaery looked like a fairy queen he read about in stories when he was a kid dressed in a magnificent and a little slutty red gown. Next to Joffrey were Tywin Lannister and mother. On Margaery's side were her mother and father. Uncle Tyrion was sitting with his wife Sansa Stark, she still looked as beautiful as he remembered.

He was late and could feel the disdain in his grandfather's eyes. The Will of four years ago would have cowered under his gaze and moved his eyes towards the floor but Will now was ready, he looked grandfather straight in his eyes and even managed a smile. He took a seat next between Uncle Tyrion and Jaime and quickly poured himself a full glass of Dornish red, God he was going to need it tonight. He wondered if Sansa knew about the proposal sent to him, how he refused to marry her. The Will four years ago would have jumped at the chance of marrying Sansa Stark. He had to admire the power of his grandfather, finding him so easily in entire Essos although it was more of Varys' job. He would be lying to himself if he said that it didn't take more than a second's thought while making the decision. He wanted to be a different man and it meant refusing the chance to marry his first love.

"Easy there nephew, I plan on you carrying me to bed tonight not the other way around," said Tyrion seeing him pouring himself another drink after drinking one in a single gulp.

"I guess Uncle Jaime will have to carry us both to bed tonight. Although I think you should slow down Uncle, you're a married man now."

"Only in name nephew," replied Tyrion and you hated the fact that the answer made you happy inside.

"What's got you so stressed up, never knew you as a drinker?" asked Uncle Jaime.

"I just can't stand being here again. Being back here returns those feeling of being powerless."

"Don't worry you'll be fine. You're just like me when I was your age, only less good looking." joked Jaime and managed to bring a smile to my face. They just look the same but are completely different persons, Jaime a legendary swordsman and he was not sure if he could beat a common foot soldier. He only learned sword fighting because he was forced to, he had no interest in it, to be honest, he was tired of getting his ass handed to him in sword fights because of him lagging any upper body strength. Though what he lacked in strength, he made up in wisdom like mother used to say when he used to cry to her after every defeat.

"Prince William, how have you been? I must admit I don't know a lot about you," asked Margaery. Oh God! Will he have to make small talks now, will he have to talk to even Sansa. She was his aunt now, he should've greeted her, now to think of it he didn't greet anyone on the table.

"I've been great my lady. You are to be family now I'm sure we'll get enough time to know each other very well."

"I would like that. I get that you've been traveling a lot. Have you always loved traveling?"

He hated traveling. "Of course, there is such a big world out there and most of us only end up seeing only one or two cities. That doesn't sound right. Do you like traveling?"

"I do. But I haven't had the opportunity to do it a lot."

"Maybe someday I'll take you on an adventure with me."

"She's to be my queen. Why would she go away with you?" interrupted Joffrey.

"Maybe to get away from you brother," he replied and some people laughed including his uncles and even Margaery stiffed a smile.

Soon enough the dreaded dinner came to an end and everyone was saying goodbyes to each other. He didn't know how it happened but he came face to face with Sansa.

"How was your journey my prince?" she began after a moment of awkward silence.

"Great, are you enjoying your marriage, aunt?" he asked.

"Yes, Lord Tyrion has been very kind."

Another awkward pause.

"How were you after… you know… that night."

"All right, I guess, as well as I could be. How are things going for you ever since?" he replied and left not bothering to hear her respond. If she feels insulted then she should've not done what she did that night four years ago.

Next Chapter: The Purple Wedding.

Author's note:

Hey guys, thanks for giving this story a chance. I realize that this isn't focused on any of the main characters that we all love but instead on an OC but please follow this story. It will only get better with time.

I always thought what would've happened if Cersei had another son who wasn't mad like Joffrey and weak like Tommen. Unlike OC's from many fanfictions out there, my OC isn't perfect but has some flaws and that's what brings life to the character according to me.

I haven't decided on the end pairings because I haven't planned the end yet. My plan is to logically approach the fiction on what would have happened if there was my OC in the game of thrones.

I don't own any characters except my OC.

Please tell me what you think about it good or bad, any suggestions, anyone wants to be a beta reader etc.