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Certainty

King's Landing

Jaime pressed Cersei back against the wall as her breathing became more ragged. Gods it had been too long since he'd had her, she had been so tense since Winterfell, since Joffrey had been betrothed to Sansa Stark. Jaime didn't care if the brats would be married and spawn more brats, he just cared about having his beautiful Cersei pressed up against the wall, his tongue sliding ever so easily into her willing mouth. They were made for one another. This was how it was meant to be, how it was always meant to be. He tugged up her skirts then, delighted when she made no move to stop him. It seemed like forever since they had had one another in an exhilarating frenzy in one of the darkened hallways of the Red Keep. Robert was gone, most of his men with him. Jaime had ordered those on duty with him to the other side of the castle so he knew they would not be caught.

Cersei's legs came to wrap around his waist then, her deft hands coming to unlace him. He groaned as her touch found his bare hardness, his hands clenching further around her thighs and lifting her slightly so he could join them as one as they were supposed to be. Before he could slip into her perfection there was a scuffle behind them and she shoved at him at once, his hands releasing her so she could lower her feet back to the floor. He whirled around, his hands coming to lace himself back up and he could have laughed when he saw the source of the noise. It was one of those blasted direwolves. Which one he didn't know and he didn't care. He turned back to Cersei then and saw the relief shining in her eyes.

"Get out of here," he barked at the wolf then, waving his hand dismissively.

The wolf stared at him for a long moment before it turned and padded down the hallway, rounding the corner and out of his sight. He turned back to his sweet sister then and he knew just from the look on her face that he would not be getting anything from her tonight. Damn wolf. He'd been so damn close.

Bran woke with a start, pushing his hair from his sweaty forehead as he breathed hard. He had been in Summer's mind. He had seen through his wolfs mind. It wasn't the first time. He often roamed around the hallways of the Red Keep or out in the grounds with his wolf. Sometimes Summer would hunt and Bran would feel like it was him that was leaping gracefully through the air and sinking his teeth into the flank of an unsuspecting stag. This was the first time he had ever come across something like that though, something so shocking. Part of him wasn't quite certain what had been happening but he knew that no brother and sister should ever be doing what the Queen and Ser Jaime had been. The Queen was married to the King, she shouldn't be kissing any other man, least of all her twin brother.

As his breathing returned to normal he began to think long and hard about what to do with this information. He knew he should tell his father but that would mean admitting that his mind was somehow connected to Summer's and he wasn't sure what the reaction to that would be. Surely something like that wasn't normal? His father might not even believe him but Bran knew what he had seen. He pulled his blankets off him then and swung his legs over the side of the bed, his feet touching the cold stone floor. After a moment of thought he went to the door and cracked it open just far enough that he could slip out into the hallway and made his way towards Arya's bed chamber. He knocked softly at her door but heard nothing. After a moment he knocked harder and this time he heard her irritated groan and wondered if perhaps he should have gone to Sansa instead.

He dismissed that at once, Sansa loved being fawned over by the Queen and she would never believe her capable of performing such a depraved act with her own brother. Sansa would call him a liar. Sansa would tell him to keep his mouth shut. Arya would tell him what to do. Arya would persuade him to tell father and that's what he needed her to do. She opened the door then with a look of pure fury on her face and he opened his mouth to speak before she could launch an attack on him.

"It's important," he said quickly.

"It better be," she snarled at him, stepping aside so he could enter her room.

As soon as he closed the door he blurted it all out. He told her everything. How he could see into Summer's mind and how he often ran with him in his sleep. Then he told her what he had seen the Queen and Ser Jaime doing through his wolf's eyes and her own eyes widened to such an extent that he thought they might fall out of her head.

"You have to tell father," she told him firmly, just as he had known she would.

"What if he doesn't believe me?" he asked her fearfully.

"He will, he has to," she said with conviction.

"It's not normal is it?" he said quietly then and she sighed heavily.

"Sometimes I dream through Nymeria's eyes," she confessed then and he stared at her.

"Truly?" he asked her hopefully.

"Truly," she confirmed, "now go back to bed, I'll come for you in the morning and we will go and speak with father together."

Jory had only just come to wake him and they were sharing a drink of hot, sweet tea when there was an almighty pounding on Ned's door. He snapped his head around and Jory, who was closer to the door, stood up to open it. Bran and Arya appeared after a moment and Ned was about to scold them for being so disruptive when he saw the look in his son's eyes.

"What is it?" he asked at once.

"I …" Bran started, glancing at Arya for guidance and his sister nodded encouragingly.

"He saw something," Arya piped up then as Bran showed no sign of speaking.

"Something you shouldn't I'm guessing?" Ned said then and Bran managed to nod.

"He's worried you won't believe him because he saw it through Summer," Arya said then.

"What do you mean saw it through Summer?" Ned questioned with a frown.

"He dreams inside his wolfs head, just like I do with Nymeria sometimes," Arya said.

"Dreams?" Ned repeated.

"It's real," Arya said stubbornly, "what we dream is what is really happening, but we see it through them"

"Right," Ned nodded, it sounded mad but for some reason he believed his daughter. All this talk of being inside a wolf's head could wait for now anyway – right now he needed to know what Bran had seen to have seemingly rendered him mute; "Bran?" he coaxed softly.

"I saw the Queen," Bran began quietly and Ned's heart pounded.

"And?" he urged him, seeing Jory frowning from the corner of his eye.

"She was with Ser Jaime," Bran continued.

"Go on," Ned pressed him.

"They were … they were …" Bran struggled with the words.

"They were kissing," Arya said then, "and not like a brother and sister should"

"Bran is this true?" Ned asked in a deathly whisper.

"It's true father," he said, looking up to meet his gaze, "I swear it"

"I believe you," Ned nodded after a moment and he saw Bran's relief.

"My Lord …" Jory started then.

"Listen to me, you two must not speak of this to anyone do you understand me?" Ned questioned them and they nodded.

"We promise father," Arya said.

"Promise," Bran echoed at her side.

"Good … Jory, I need you to be ready at a moment's notice to get the children away from the Capitol," Ned continued.

"I'll be ready," Jory promised.

"Good," Ned managed a grim smile, "things are about to get incredibly dangerous."

Winterfell

Dany took a deep breath and smoothed her hands once more down the silk of her skirts as she stood at the top of the stairs. Her body was clad in the dress that Robb had insisted she had made for the name day feast. She felt utterly beautiful in the dress, knowing that it clung to her womanly shape in all the right places, her breasts that had always been rather small were boosted by the tight fit of the bodice. They would never be as ample as Adele's but they looked rounded enough in the dress and she tried not to imagine Robb's eyes on her as she began to slowly descend the stairs. There was already music and laughter spilling out from the dining hall and when she slipped round the doors she was met with a scene of celebration that instantly brought a smile to her face. Before she knew it there was a glass of wine in her hand and Loral was before her, crushing her into her arms for a moment before telling her how beautiful she looked.

Others threw compliments her way as she walked further into the hall but her eyes slid towards the top table to find Robb. When their eyes met she shuddered involuntarily and raised her glass to her lips as his eyes slid from hers to roam the entirety of her body. Just feeling his eyes on her made her stomach clench with what she could only imagine to be desire and in the next moment she saw him get to his feet and walk towards her.

"Happy name day," he said to her and she smiled at him, causing him to blink rather rapidly.

"Thank you," she returned and he smiled at her for a moment, suddenly at a loss of what to say.

"Would you like to dance?" he finally asked and she looked delighted.

"I would," she said and he held his hand out for her.

When she placed her small, soft hand in his he wanted nothing more than to drag her into his arms and press his lips to hers. He wanted to explore every inch of her and possess her entirely and the thought almost scared him as he looked down into her violet eyes. Was he imagining the look of want in them? He blinked then and stepped closer to her, placing his other hand gently on her waist as hers came to rest on his shoulder. They began to dance then, a mere inch between their bodies that he was aching to close. He glanced about and saw Theon and Adele dancing in much the same manner, only it seemed they had little trouble closing the gap between them. As it was there didn't seem to be a gap. Robb ached to have that confidence that seeped from Theon. He wished he could be that assertive, to take that extra step and pull Dany's body to his. If he had even an iota of the daring Theon had then he would have kissed her out by the hot springs. He would have grabbed her wrist and stopped her from going. He would have pressed his lips to hers. If he could go back he would do it.

He couldn't though. It was done. He had failed.

Her hand twitched in his then and he looked down to see her already looking up at him. The intensity of her gaze made his heart speed up alarmingly and incredibly he managed to take a tiny step towards her. They were close enough now to feel the heat coming from one another's bodies and Robb imagined that if he were to press himself to her he might just catch fire. Desire was stirring him uncomfortably as it was and the last thing he needed was for anyone to notice. He pushed it to the back of his mind and simply gazed down at Dany. He could look into her eyes for eternity and never get bored of them. If only he could. I love you, he said in his head then and he could have sworn that her eyes seemed to shine a little brighter as he thought it.

Everyone was caught up in watching Jon opening his gifts. He was going first as his name day had come a few days before Dany's but he had declined opening his gifts then so he and Dany could both do so at the feast. Theon had no interest in watching the bastard get presents though, he hadn't got him anything, so he all but dragged Adele out into the hallway instead. She giggled at him as he pulled her down a darkened hallway and shoved her into an alcove. She had had more than a few glasses of wine, her face was flushed prettily and her hair was coming loose from its previously perfect style. He pressed his lips to hers then and she moved hers all too willingly with his, to his surprise and delight, running her tongue along his bottom lip to ask for access. He gave her it willingly and their tongues slid together in perfect harmony. He could taste the Arbor Gold on her and he revelled in the sweetness of it. In the sweetness of her.

After a time he let his lips come down to her neck and her hands fisted in his hair as his own dropped to gather up her skirts. He felt her tense but he didn't stop. He wouldn't make a move to take her maidenhead, he wouldn't, not when she had so firmly denied him. That didn't mean he couldn't do other things to her though. He just wanted to make her come. He wanted to hear her reach that ultimate pleasure and cry out his name. He wanted to taste her, to know if she tasted that sweet everywhere.

"Theon," she gasped out in protest as he bunched her skirts up around her hips.

"Do you trust me?" he breathed against the skin of her neck, nipping at her lightly.

"We can't do this!" she said breathlessly.

"I won't take your honour," he promised her, kissing her once more before lowering himself to his knees.

"Theon what are you doing?" she asked him as he wrapped his hands around her thighs.

"I just want to taste you," he said huskily.

"What do you …?" she began but her question cut off with a pleasurable gasp as his tongue made its way between her legs.

She should stop him. Oh Gods she should stop him but she couldn't find any words as his tongue worked harder, delving deeper and causing her to moan out wantonly. Surely this was a sin? Surely letting him manipulate her body in such an intimate way was a sin? Yes, she had let him kiss her, had willingly kissed him back, and snuck her hands under his doublet to feel the hard muscles of his stomach. Had allowed him to touch her breasts, to kiss her breasts, to toy with them and make her almost wild with desire. But this? Surely this was too much?

Her mind spun then and her legs began to tremble beneath her. What in the name of the Gods was Theon doing to her? How was he managing to do this to her? Breathless cries and moans were leaving her mouth now as he continued his ministrations, her stomach tightening so hard in knots that she thought it was likely to explode. As she thought that it felt as though she did. The knots uncoiled and every single inch of her body felt tremendous release flooding through it. She moaned out again at the unfamiliar but exceptional sensation, crying out to the Gods. Crying out to Theon.

He savoured her release for a long moment. He had not been disappointed, she tasted just as good as he had imagined her to. Regretfully he made to rise to his feet then, tugging her skirts back down as he stood and looked into her eyes that were glazed over and ever so slightly unfocused. He stepped closer to her then, placing his hands on her waist and trailing light kisses across her cheek, hearing her ragged breathing in his ear.

"Are you alright?" he breathed.

"Oh Gods … yes," she almost gasped and he grinned.

"I'm glad," he whispered, "you are the most delicious thing I have ever had"

"I …" she started, blushing slightly, "can I … pleasure you?" she asked almost shyly and he could have exploded in his breeches right then and there.

"Oh Gods yes," he repeated her earlier words back to her, "but not now …" he said regretfully, "someone will have heard that"

"I'm sorry," she flushed and he pressed his lips to hers reassuringly.

"Don't apologise," he breathed, "I rather like the sound of you screaming my name."

Dany scolded Robb as he handed her a small box with ribbon tied around it. Her dress was her name day gift and she had not expected him to get her anything else. He merely grinned at her and she couldn't help but smile back as he urged her to open it. She did as he bid, pulling the ribbon away and easing the lid from the box. Inside was a bracelet, a simple, delicate silver thing that had a small chunk of amethyst hanging from it. She was lost for words as her fingers came to inspect the jewel, it didn't have a definitive shape to it but it could be a rough heart. Her own pounded at the though. Had Robb chose it intentionally, was there some other meaning to his gift. She rolled the gem between her fingers then and glanced at him. He met her eyes and inclined his head ever so slightly and she knew that he had chosen it intentionally. The thought made her simultaneously want to burst with happiness and burst into tears.

"Thank you Robb, it's beautiful," she whispered.

"I'm glad you like it," he said truthfully and they smiled at one another for a moment.

"There is one more here," Catelyn interrupted then and Dany turned to her.

"Who is this from?" she asked curiously.

"I have no idea," Catelyn told her, "perhaps Ned sent it from the Capitol"

"I already had Lord Stark's gift," she said as she tore the thick paper from the gift. Lord Stark's gift had been a simple letter telling her she could have as much of the good wine as she wanted. She had always favoured the expensive Dornish wines that were kept down in the cellars. Usually their consumption was limited but for a short time only Dany could have as much as she pleased and it had brought a smile to her face that Lord Stark had considered her. He must be terribly busy in the Capitol but he had found time to write to her and that made her happy.

She pulled the paper away from the ornate wooden box then and gasped in surprise at how finely made it was. Again, she pondered who could have got her such a thing as she ran her hands over the smooth carvings, glancing at Robb slightly, wondering if this was another gift from him. He looked just as puzzled as she did though and so she pushed that thought away.

"Open it," Theon said impatiently then.

She did as she was told, slowly lifting the heavy lid. There was a note in there atop three things that seemed to take the breath from her as she stared at them. She lifted the note but her eyes did not come away from the contents of the box.

"Are they …?" Robb began.

"Dragons," Dany breathed then, her free hand going to touch one of them, the stone felt curiously warm under her touch.

"Cold stones," Theon said then, his own hand going to touch another of the eggs.

"Beautiful though," Adele breathed next to him, her eyes wide as she gazed on them.

"Can I?" Jon gestured then and she nodded. He placed his own hand to one then and was surprised by how warm it was.

"Who sent them?" Catelyn asked her then and Dany finally turned her attention to the note. There were only four words written across it, none of them bearing the name of the person who had sent her such a precious gift.

Remember who you are.

The Wall

Benjen stared out ahead of him as the chains clanked and groaned, the passage under the Wall slowly being revealed to him. He had stood in this spot what felt like thousands of times but he had never once felt as afraid as he did now. There were thirty men behind him, the Old Bear had tried to get him to take more but Benjen had refused. They drew enough attention as it was without taking foolish numbers. Ranging was meant to be done in groups of three or four. Benjen knew more were needed this time but thirty seemed like too many. He knew damn well that likely half of them would never live to return to Castle Black. He could only hope that he would be part of the lucky half.

Benjen swallowed hard as the entrance to the tunnel was fully revealed, the clanking noises ceasing and being replaced by what he could only describe as a deafening silence. He glanced back at his fellow brothers then and smiled grimly at them, his gloved hand coming automatically to rest on the hilt of his sword. His other hand came up then to grab his horse's reins. When he stepped forward he could hear the crunch of thirty other footsteps and he steeled himself before walking purposefully into the tunnel. He could see the light at the other end and he took another deep breath as he walked towards it, inwardly praying that he would live to walk back through this tunnel once more.

King's Landing

"What is it?! What's going on?!" Ned demanded as he shoved his way down the hallways that were milling with people shouting various things.

"It's Robert," Renly addressed him, his face grave.

"What about him?" Ned asked, the colour draining from his own face.

"He's been gored by a boar," Renly told him and Ned stared at him.

"What?" he whispered.

"They're bringing him in now, the Maester is waiting but …" Renly tailed off.

"But?" Ned repeated.

"It's not good my Lord, I don't see how he will live … it tore right through him," he said shakily.

"Gods," Ned breathed then, the only thing he could manage.

How could this happen now? Robert couldn't die. Not now. Not now when Ned had just discovered the truth about the Lannister's. He glanced at Renly then and wondered if he should say something to Robert's youngest brother. No. No not Renly. He would have to tell Stannis. If he told Stannis it would give Cersei a chance to get away with her children. As abominable as her actions had been it was not the fault of her children. They were innocent, enough innocent blood had already coated the walls of the Red Keep and Ned wouldn't be responsible for any more. He had thought to warn Cersei, to tell her that he knew the truth about her and her children but Jory had talked him out of it and thank the Gods that he had for now Robert was gravely injured and Ned didn't think he had it in him to tell his friend the truth now on his death bed. What good would that do? Better Robert have a peaceful death and then Ned could get word to Stannis. Once that was done he would be getting as far away from the Capitol as possible. Jory was ready to take the children at his command and he would follow them on when he had done what was necessary. It was past time he went home.

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