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Hadrian add several disillusionment charms to his person. Added with a cowl that he was able to take off of Jaqen, who had come with two other Faceless men as soon as word reached them that Hadrian was essentially by himself with the Queen, and silencing charmed boots he was as hidden as the Faceless Men.

Figuratively speaking of course. The Faceless Men became anyone and everyone to become invisible.

Hadrian Stark literally became invisible.

He walked flippantly through out the halls. Given how powerful and perfected these two particular charms were, he was invisible to the naked eye and silent as the crypts of Winterfell.

He went straight to the Queen's quarters and with a simple touch of his fingers the Kingslayer who was the guard of his sister that night went immobile as a statue and knocked out cold. He would wake when he finished his business with the queen and wouldn't notice anything wrong.

Hopefully, that is.

He slipped into the quarters of Cersei Lannister quietly and cast several silencing charms around the room. Jaqen and the two Faceless men with him would take care of any errant spies and birds in the walls of the Red Keep.

The Wolf turned his attention towards the Lannister woman on the feather bed. Had he been a hot-blooded southron teenager, the buxom and nude form of Cersei Lannister would've caused him to have fainted right there on the spot.

But he was not.

Right now, a cold-blooded Wolf of the North made his way towards the woman that had information on his family.

Hadrian sat on a stool and hit the nude woman with a sleeping curse. She would not wake until he removed the curse.

Hadrian placed a palm onto the forehead of Cersei Lannister, closed his eyes and muttered the curse that was the best at gathering information.

"Legilimens."

Instantly Hadrian entered the mind of the Lioness. He found himself in a dark abyss, in traditional light armor worn by Dornish infantry and Winter at his hip. He willed the information he sought forward and found himself in memory lane with the woman.

Hadrian found himself in the Great Hall of the Red Keep, Lannister men were everywhere as were Baratheon soldiers as well as a few courtiers that were brave enough or rather greedy enough to attempt to gather favor with the new ruling couple. Cersei was sitting on a chair next to the Iron Throne and Harry knew how desperately she wanted to sit in it to be the one in power. Harry saw King Robert dismiss all those within the court even the protesting Kingsguard. The full and terrifying height of the Demon of the Trident being brought to bear as many quickly scurried out. Behind him, cowering slightly behind the tree trunk that was his steel plated leg, was a small girl clutching a doll in her arms. Her wild raven black hair and stormy blue eyes looking both fearful and in wonderment at the Great Hall.

The visage of his aunt Lyanna was brought to the forefront of his mind. The sharp features of nobility and prominent cheekbones instantly denoting her as the daughter of Robert and the wild look of her hair and large eyes reminded him of the wolfish characteristics of the Stark line.

Hadrian's suspicions were confirmed when Robert's shouting voice beckoned Cersei to him. This had to have been after they were married because the Queen Consort was already great with child.

Cersei Lannister rose from her chair with a neutral expression on her face but inside she was absolutely furious and if the twitching of her eyes were any indication then she was struggling to maintain that visage.

"This here is Lynarra Baratheon, my daughter with Lyanna. One of my bannermen, Dondarrion had accosted several Targaryen loyalists and rescued her."

That revelation confirmed his suspicions. "I wasn't aware that Lyanna and you were married." Cersei stated. "Obviously a bastard."

That was the wrong thing to say. Hadrian instantly felt protective of the girl and he had half a mind to exit the memory and poison the Queen then and there. Robert held no such qualms. He instantly rounded on the woman and instantly struck Cersei across the face. While Hadrian did not at all condone the abusing of woman there was something satisfying about that slap that she received and the Wolf determined that she received her punishment.

She fell to the ground and looked just as surprised as Lynarra did who cowered away even further behind her father.

"You dare speak ill of her?" He barked. "Had she still been alive she would be Queen right now while you rotted in Casterly Rock!" Robert bellowed in rage. The King spat spittle before he finally calmed down and looked mightily guilty with what he did.

Suddenly he looked as if he aged a several decades as he sighed. He rubbed his eyes in tiredness and helped the proud Cersei up who surprisingly looked remarkable composed despite being on the receiving end of a punch from the Demon of the Trident who was still in his prime.

Hadrian did note that the Lannister woman's eyes did have a slight redness and puffiness to them however.

"I am sorry." He stated sincerely. "She is here, however, and will not be leaving. I ask that not only you keep her origins a secret. I am prepared to abdicate whatever claim she may have to the throne in return, only that she be brought up here with me."

Cersei merely nodded.


Hadrian retreated from the mind of the viper woman, before leaving in a haste. He found what she thought was blackmail. It sickened him to even think of marrying his cousin and could feel his insides wanting to cough up his dinner.

The wolf quelled the feeling, however. He would ensure the girl is well taken care of. He wouldn't marry her though. That much was for sure.

He would only keep up the guise of being a suitor. If things were going the way they were going right now, then Robert Baratheon would drink and eat himself into a grave and Cersei, in her unquenchable thirst of power, would attempt to kill the girl regardless.

The plan also worked in his favor. Hadrian was, without a doubt surprised that Cersei had not told her father of Myrcella's origins. And it was going to bite her in the ass. The Old Lion would feel secure in his bid for total control of the throne and would direct his attention elsewhere. Arryn was likely silently fuming from the destruction of the Sisters but nothing could be done about that and now that a betrothal was in place for him, he would be sent into a false sense of security that Hadrian would no longer step out of line.

If anything, Hadrian was going to cross that very line, destroy it and run rampant into the metaphorical territory that was forbidden to him.

He retreated to his room and after ensuring that his room was well-guarded, he fell into a restless slumber.

The Wolf awoke with a howling yawn, much to the annoyance of nearby inhabitants of the Red Keep. However, he quickly dressed in his dark colored Dornish styled clothes and the Red Keep was certainly never truly dead.

Servants were already busying themselves with their daily duties and guards were exchanging posts.

He broke his fast in a dining room. A small breakfast of bread, salt, nicely cooked bacon and sausage with a drink of wine and a side of sliced apples. Not the breakfast of kings but more than enough to carry him to his next meal.

He wondered the grounds after that. Two Northmen already marching behind him as silent guards, their spears tapping the ground as makeshift walk sticks. Hadrian soon found himself in the gardens and was quickly pulled to a stop as a brightly dressed servant in forest green livery and a golden rose pinned above his right breast.

"Lady Olenna of Highgarden would like to meet with you, my Lord Stark." He said in an upright step.

Hadrian glanced across the gardens where he spied that the matriarch of the Reach had commandeered a large terrace with a outcropping for an outdoor meal and over a dozen handmaidens were strolling about and several Highgarden guards in steel armor. Servants were milling about doing their daily tasks.

"Take me to her." He simply said. Hadrian, after last night's ordeal, had a Faceless man tailing him at all times. If things got ugly he had no doubt that the Northmen would come out top. Not that he was expecting trouble, that is.

The servant nodded and bowed slightly before gesturing to follow him. Hadrian and his guards closely followed.

It was to no surprise to the Wolf of Winterfell that the old woman of Highgarden was the fist of power in the Reach. Cold, calculating eyes and a deceitful and feigning smile that swept her wrinkled features and exuded a confidence that only one absolute in their position could have.

Had she been in his other life, Hadrian would've automatically pegged her for a Slytherin. One, after all, had to be if they were to play the Game.

"Ah Lord Stark." She nodded her respect and held out her hand for the customary greeting among nobles. The wolf noted that she used his title. While most would think nothing of it, he knew that she could've called him Stark or even child and simply excused her disrespect with an aged mind. This was her way of saying that she was respecting his position and his power.

Hadrian held her palm and brushed his lips across her knuckles. "Lady Olenna." Hadrian dismissed his guards with a gesture of his head. The Old Rose gestured for him to sit and called out for a servant to bring out some refreshments. She didn't need to check if anyone heard her, she knew her order would be carried out.

"What do I owe the pleasure of this meeting?" Hadrian questioned as he reclined slightly in his cushioned seat.

"Let us cut out the pleasantries, shall we?" Olenna said almost flippantly. There was no disrespect in her tone and Hadrian had his respect go up for her. This would be a business meeting. A cunning one but one between two equals, not one looking down or over the other.

Hadrian nodded and the elder woman continued. "I want an increase of trade between the Reach and the North."

"And what would this entail? You know that the North is doing well with the Free Cities and the Riverlands." It was merely fact and praising her own intelligence. The North had basically cut-off ties to the Reach and she would not boldly ask for something had she not thought it through.

"I propose the sale of goods from the Reach to be sold through Northern merchants at the Free Cities."

Had Hadrian not had a clamp on his emotions, his surprise would've been known to all. "I will be honest with you, I was expecting something else."

Olenna chuckled lightly and shook her head in a grandmotherly way. "Lord Stark, you flatter me." There was a pause as Olenna's servant brought out a pitcher of wine and two cups and served the two. They both took a sip and set the cups down.

"So tell me why, you want Northmen to sell wares of the Reach."

"Well, because your people are trusted in the Free Cities. It is no secret that the business of the North is incredibly lucrative. For the Reach, our shrewdness and naivety is known." She stated. "Dothraki hordes and pillagers ransack towns and villages on a daily bases in Essos, leaving many to starve."

"Didn't know you were a charitable person." Hadrian dryly remarked.

"Oh! Quite the contrary, I will sell the food for reduced prices in bulk, yes but I will be merely capitalizing on a market."

It went without saying that the specific market was that of slaves. Something Harry was working to rectify. Food in bulk at cheap prices would give the Reach the source of income that they lost when the North became self-sustaining. The North already had established and relatively secure trade routes now that the Sistermen were gone.

Hadrian thought for a moment as he sipped on the rich drink. "I will send Lord Manderly to you. The both of you can come up with the details, pertaining to this. I expect that the Northmen will get a cut of the sale?"

"Of course." She said with a nod.

"With your leave, Lady Olenna?" He stood in respect and she nodded, instead of using her more known dismissive wave. His guards followed closely behind.

The following weeks, Hadrian had taken to being with Myrcella for a grand majority of the time. He had sworn his fealty to Robert Baratheon and had left King's Landing feeling giddy as Jaqen continued to report that his projects were coming along nicely.

After all, the best secrets were the ones no one knew existed.

Before I get tarred, feathered and burnt at the stake for not updating or these new outcomes, I would very much like to explain myself.

I want everyone to know, who reads this AN that is, is that I am incredibly busy at the moment and updates from now on will be very sporadic. Let us just say that, Life has a way of throwing curveballs and I very well have hit a couple home runs these past few months. My job is keeping me busy and I have recently moved, and to add on to that, I have been working on my very own original work. It is still a WIP and will not be revealed until it is in its finishing stages (which is still a long, long ways away) but suffice to say I am proud of it.

Back to the matter at hand, I would like to say before I get flamed that "Cersei wouldn't do that!" or "This doesn't make sense!", be aware that this is AU and a lot will change. Personalities will change to fit the needs of the story. No worry's though, Cersei will still be a power hungry bitch and is incredibly stupid but (Say what you will) she does have her moments of ingenuity.

I want my story to generate intrigue and discussion between, you, the readers. While that may be hard from a Fanfiction . net standpoint, I still want the story to make the reader truly think what may happen like the original ASOIAF and GOT, books and shows respectively.

I don't want this story to have a clear, linear path for the readers to guess where it is headed. Only the author should know what will happen in future events.

With that rant over, I would again like to apologize for the wait and incognito mode that I had taken and for the short chapter.

Until Next Time!