AN: Hi there! Some of you may have seen this before, others may be new. I am going through this again and updating it before going on and continuing. All feedback is appreciated. Updated 1/2/17
Jon awoke suddenly from his troubled fever sleep. He gasped sharply feeling cold sweat dripping from his body, soaking the bedspreads. His strength was almost gone from him now.
The Lannister woman had done her work well. He had barely noticed the first couple of hours, only a sharp twinge in the stomach had alerted him that something was amiss. Coleman had tried his best, but then Pycelle had intervened and finished the woman's work. Jon had felt his strength fall further and further away as the Grand Maester worked his "healing" herbs.
He had to tell Robert, his boy had to know what the Queen had done. The seed is strong. Robert would have to take action quickly.
"Robert…" he croaked, and miraculously the King was there at his bedside.
"Jon! You still live!" It was a whisper, but the boy Jon had watched become a man and his King could not keep the joy or the sadness from his voice.
"The seed is strong…" Jon whispered hoarsely. Then in a moment of clarity he remembered what must be done. "Are we… alone?" he asked feebly.
"All but Pycelle," Robert replied tears threatening to spill from his blue eyes. Blue, not green, why didn't we notice before?
"We need… private…" Jon muttered. His strength was failing him. He needed to speak to Robert before he lost consciousness again.
"You heard the Hand! You are dismissed!"
And then Pycelle was there, stroking his luxurious beard. "Your Grace," he began, and though he did his best to appear calm, Jon thought he saw a hint of unease in Maester's eyes. "Lord Arryn needs rest if he is to recover. I should stay with him in order to-"
"I don't fucking care what you say Jon needs! I am the bloody King and I wish to speak to my Hand! Now get out before I call the guards!" Robert roared, and Pycelle hurriedly grabbed potions, nearly tripping on his way out the door. When Robert turned back to him, Jon saw that the tears had fallen; the King's bushy black beard was dripping.
"I'm sorry Jon, I should have listened to you more, I should have been a better King," Robert was bawling now. Jon raised a quivering hand and managed to grab hold of Robert.
"Listen to me now, Robert. Cersei…the children…the seed is strong…" But it was no use; he didn't have the strength anymore. He couldn't fit the words together. No! I must tell him! I can do this last thing for my boy!
Gathering up his strength he began again. "Cersei's children are not yours, Robert. Her… she and the Kingslayer… green eyes and golden hair… not black… it's all in the book…" Robert was looking confused. I need more time! He needs to understand! But the darkness was pulling him down again. "Stannis!" he gasped, yes Lord Stannis would be able to help his brother, he had been the one to come to Jon in the first place.
"What about Stannis? What's he got to do with Cersei?"
"Stannis… he knows… the book… the bastards…he can help you Robert. Don't trust her… they're the Kingslayer's not yours… she's killed me Robert…" Jon trailed off, his strength faltering. But he had done it. Above him, Robert's face slowly drained of color as he finally grasped what Jon was saying.
Jon's vision swam. He saw Robert as he had looked in years gone by, a young man playing in the Eyrie with Ned. Jon had protected him then; he must do the same now. And then Jon saw the other children… Ned, Elbert, Denys, even his own Robert. They were all so young, so pure, not yet corrupted by the Game. And finally he saw the Lannister children. Joffrey always anxious for his father's praise; Myrcella, such a perfect polite little lady; and Tommen, sweet little Tommen who would never hurt a fly, scampering down the passageways with a wooden sword.
"Promise me Robert, promise you'll look after the children…" The darkness was closing around him, but he thought he heard, through the sobs, Robert's voice, "I promise Jon, I promise…"
