King's Landing

Cersei Lannister

Cersei studied her father carefully and took in his expression with a wariness as Joffrey strolled into the Small Council chambers. As per usual, Lord Tywin Lannister kept his face cold and impassive. Her father's eyes were stone and his jaw was stiff, his hands clenched tightly as he sat rigidly in his seat. She knew that her father was angered and she knew it was to do with something involving her son. Why? Cersei thought, before looking to her younger brother, Tyrion and saw that he was tense too. It appeared no one besides Joffrey was relaxed. They had planned carefully for two moon's worth their siege on Riverrun, they would soon enough have her daughters and son back in her hold along with Robb Stark dead. Her green eyes inspected Joffrey's face and she raised a brow at his giddy expression, knowing that nothing good ever came from it.

"Let's get on with it, grandfather," Joffrey leered, sitting at the head of the table, across from her father. "I have much better things to do!"

"Like torturing Boudicca's handmaidens?" Her father asked impassively.

"It will torment Boudicca," Joffrey said, his eyes wide with malicious glee. "The traitorous bitch will suffer!"

"You cannot torment her anymore," Tyrion seethed, slamming his goblet of wine onto the table. "You cannot hurt her."

"Oh, you are very wrong uncle! I can and I will!" Her son sneered, kicking his dirt ridden boots up onto the table and ungracefully leant back into his chair with a smug expression on his face. "I will get my spies to write of her cries when she has gifted the skins of her handmaidens after I have flayed them. And perhaps Tommen's stupid cats...they are always roaming around my castle, making noise and causing a smell. Maybe I shall send her their heads..."

"You will not do anything of the sort," Her father snapped, enforcing his order with a cold stare.

"I am the King!" Her son roared, taking to his feet and knocking over his chair in the process as he pointed to Tywin. "I can do as I please!"

"No. You do as I please," Her father said coolly, his unflinching gaze settling on her son. "You will do as I tell you."

"I do not have to listen to the likes of you, grandfather," Her son leered, causing her to stiffen at the dangerous game her son was playing.

"You will do as I tell you-" Tywin began slowly, sitting up straighter as he looked on at her son with venom present in his eyes but his face remained emotionless. "If you do not, I will rally my men and overthrow you. I will make you walk the streets of Flea Bottom. Or perhaps I will send you to Robb Stark? I want to see how long you will last. Will you last longer amongst the people you have scorned and starved? Or will you last longer with a vengeful Northerner?"

Cersei wanted to lunge at her father and order her father to stop threatening her son but she reluctantly held her tongue, knowing that they had more important matters at hand. She was more curious to know as to why they were holding a meeting and why she was brought to it without the rest of the Small Council present, after all, they had not held a meeting in two weeks worth and that was to discuss their attack on Riverrun. Cersei cocked her head slightly to the side and gave her son a sidelong glance to warn him not to cross her father. He can bring him down as quickly as he raised him, Cersei thought with narrowed eyes.

"Now-" Her father said monotonously. "You will tell me what you spent six thousand gold dragons on."

"Oh!" Joffrey exclaimed, his grin sweetly sick as he took his seat once more. "You mean the little gift I sent to Boudicca? I thought it would be a fine wedding gift."

"You sent an assassin to kill her!" Tyrion grit, causing her head to snap towards him. What?

"You would be branded Kinslayer, is that what you so desire?" Tywin asked icily.

"No," Joffrey answered, rolling his eyes as he scoffed. "I sent him to torture her. If he had intentions to kill her then how is that my fault?"

"Myrcella was present!" Tyrion snapped, unable to hold back his anger. "Would you have had him kill her too?"

"I care not for that little wretch. Boudicca is a whore, she has spread her legs for the enemy-" Her son hissed, his green eyes furious as he dragged his hand through his blond hair in agitation before slamming his fists on the table, knocking over Tyrion's wine. "Boudicca kidnapped the Prince and Princess! She took my betrothed and hostages! And she willingly let that wolf fuck her and wed her!"

"Need I remind you, you left her no choice. It was either flee King's Landing or die," Tyrion retorted. "She'd sooner kill you than let you harm Myrcella and Tommen."

"Boudicca is the Queen of the North," Joffrey mocked. "My sister is not the wolf's bride, she is the wolf's slut-"

"Joffrey!" Cersei spat, rising angrily from her seat and before she knew it her hand had come in contact with his face. His head whipped around to the side quickly and he stilled, everything fell silent then. Her chest rose and fell heavily, as she tried to control her shaking body. Joffrey slowly turned to look at her in shock, though by the looks of it, Tyrion held shock too. Her father, however, looked on at the three of them with narrowed eyes. "How dare you send some...some peasant to kill my daughter!"

"A daughter who betrayed you who betrayed us. The assassin was not even able to do anything," Joffrey drawled. "I heard that the savage bitch ripped his hand open with her own teeth and let that lion of hers finish him off...if you ever hit me again mother...it will not be the heads of the handmaidens or the cats that I send to Boudicca, it will be your head."

"Do not threaten me!" She hissed, her eyes growing fiery. "I-"

"I am going to make this simple so that your incompetent mind can understand," Tywin began, interrupting her causing her to reluctantly take a seat. "You will not attempt to send an assassin. No harm is to come to Boudicca, Myrcella nor Tommen. Is that understood? You will not make any attempt to harm them, I need Boudicca and Tommen alive for the plans I have made. If you make one more attempt, you will surely come to regret it. You will do as I say when I say."

"You want me to leave her alone?" Joffrey shouted, his face growing red with rage. "You have spent two moon's here and you have done nothing! You want me to let her and her bastard husband think they can win?"

"Robb Stark will not win this war," Her father informed him, causing her to still at the calmness and assertiveness in his voice. "He lost the war the moment he bedded Boudicca."

"I want their heads," Her son whispered venomously.

"And you shall have his head," Her father replied firmly. "However, you will not have my granddaughter's. Is that understood?"

"Boudicca is no longer a Baratheon nor is she a Lannister. Do you honestly think my sister will come quietly?" Her son inquired sharply, directing the question to her as he faced her fully, turning his attention her as his lips twisted into a smirk. "You and I both know that she is no longer one of us, mother. Boudicca is a wolf now. As are Myrcella and Tommen, perhaps they can be saved. My sister, on the other hand, cannot be. She is a traitor to the throne. She is a traitor to us. She took your children away from you. She took my siblings and betrothed away from me."

"You think I do not know of that?" Cersei bit. "You think I am not aware of that? Boudicca loves me. Boudicca loves Myrcella and Tommen."

"Boudicca also loves House Stark," Tyrion pointed out. "She has fallen for the Northerners, just like her father did. They both saw a beauty in the North."

"I think it is time for our King to retire to his bedchambers," Her father said, his voice containing a threatening edge as he addressed nearby servants.

"I am not tired!" Joffrey yelled, shrugging off a servant's hand harshly as he stood and stared at his grandfather. "Boudicca deserved it."

"Leave," Tywin commanded coldly.

Joffrey opened his mouth to speak but once she seen the look that her father gave him, his lips pressed into a firm line. He did not dare say anything else to her father, already having offended. Her son's face contorted and twisted into an unpleasant scowl before he straightened his composure and stalked off angrily, acting like a spoiled child getting sent to its room. Cersei let out a heavy sigh, thinking that the meeting had ended and rose to her feet but stilled when her father's gaze landed on her.

"No. I want you both to stay. I have a matter I wish to discuss without prying ears," Tywin said sharply.

Cersei eyed him in frustration, wanting to retire to her own chambers and sat back down in her seat. She turned her attention towards her little imp of a brother and saw that he was a changed man. It seemed every since he heard the news of what Joffrey had down to Boudicca, his eyes had darkened immensely and his eyes were solemn. Tyrion held this look ever since he found out Boudicca was flogged. His hatred for her son had also grown. How did my daughter find it within her to respect and love the little beast? Cersei pondered, before turning her attention back to her father.

"What?" Cersei asked harshly but she heard glass shattering, causing her to look back to her brother who knocked a glass from the table, his eyes focused solely on their father.

"Your peace," Tyrion said. "Your plans. All of it gone. The war will not end anytime soon and it is all that foolish boy's fault."

"I have news other than the assassination attempt," Tywin continued, pouring himself a goblet of wine. He filled his goblet to the brim and then set the pitcher down, her brother, of course, reached for it but their father had pushed it further away so that her imp of a brother was unable to reach for it. Tyrion sank back into his chair and stared intensely at their father, his eyes held a look of warning. "It is not news that I can take lightly. I received word last night."

"News. If it is news about my children I want to know," Cersei demanded, lately, no news she has been receiving was good. It was all vague. Her father and brother kept silent, causing her to grow even angrier than she was. Her nostrils flared and her green eyes became ablaze, she slammed her hands against the table and rose to her feet. "If it is about my children, tell me!"

"Boudicca is carrying Robb Stark's child," Tyrion informed her.

Cersei stilled at the news, the news did not devastate her like she thought it would. If she were honest, she had been anticipating this ever since her daughter's union to the barbaric wolf, she knew it would have had to happen eventually. It always happens after a man and woman are wed. Cersei wanted someone far better and deserving of her daughter, she wanted better for all of her children. She had fought tooth and nail with the fat oaf she once called a husband about her daughter's hand since she began to bleed. The bruises she gained to her face were worth it. Greyjoy. Frey. Tyrell. Martell. Stark, Cersei remarked to herself, causing a scoff to escape her lips.

"A grandchild," Cersei murmured. You can love no one but your children.

"Boudicca will not have the child," Tywin stated, sipping his wine before he set it down and at this, she frowned in confusion as did her brother.

"How so? Boudicca is pregnant. When women are pregnant they tend to have a child. That's the whole point," Tyrion sarcastically stated.

"Robb Stark will die," Her father says, picking up his wine goblet once more. "And I do not plan on letting the child live to avenge its father."

"And if it is a girl?" Cersei pressed. "The child would not be dangerous then."

"You do not know your own daughter, do you?" Her father inquired rhetorically, narrowing his eyes at her. "Daenerys Targaryen, she has three dragons and is a girl. Boudicca has united the Stormlands, the North and the Riverlands against us. If we did not keep the Crownlands in check, they would have joined her. She has led, fought and won a war." Cersei could not believe the words that were coming from her father's mouth as she heard him speak of women being equally as dangerous as men. "You and I both know that women are no weak creatures, many forget that."

"Boudicca will be vengeful," Tyrion piped up quietly, his face filled with horror. "The babe is hers. You cannot simply-"

"She will get over it," Tywin snapped, waving his hand dismissively causing her face to grow blank. "As will you."

"How do you plan to kill it?" Cersei demanded, eyeing him hatefully.

"I know of a man who hates the Stark's as much as I," Her father said, a hint of a smirk on his face as he raised his goblet to his lips.

"House Frey," Her brother concluded. "They are travelling to the Twins."

"Yes," Tywin confirmed. "They will be arriving at the Twins by the morrow."

"You will not hurt my daughter!" Cersei seethed, rising from her seat and her hand twitched, she was tempted to slap the goblet from his hand. "Tommen and Myrcella are currently with her, what if they get caught in the crossfire along with Boudicca? What if I lose them?"

"They will not be harmed," Her father swore. "I promise."

Cersei stared at him, unconvinced at him. Her father's promises were empty, just like any other man's. She wanted nothing more than for hr daughters and son to be returned and reunited with her. She was their mother and they belonged to her. They were meant to be with her. Cersei began to worry immensely for what her father had planned for House Frey to do. Robb Stark would die, that was for certain but she feared more than anything that her children would too.

"No!" Her brother snapped coldly as he stood from his and walked towards the door, before casting a glance at them. "I will not be part of this."

"If word gets out about this-" Her father threatened, eyeing her brother. "I will have your head."

"Then have it," Tyrion snapped while he briskly left the chambers.

Riverrun

Catelyn Stark

Catelyn looked on fondly as she saw her son and good daughter laugh loudly. She looked down below and saw them in the courtyard of Riverrun, it gave her a feeling she had not felt in a long time. A wholesome feeling. Her daughter, Sansa along with Lady Jeyne, Beth and Myrcella were sitting at a nearby tree, eating lemon cakes and chatting fondly amongst themselves as Tommen played with both the lion and the direwolf. It felt as if she were back at Winterfell when everything was good. Catelyn looked to the right of her and that is when her smile faded, she had almost expected Ned to be standing beside her but he was not. Her face was only met with a wall.

Her attention was drawn back to her eldest son and good daughter, Boudicca as he made an attempt to kiss her but she ran away, holding on to the small swell of her stomach. If Arya were alive, would she take after Boudicca? Catelyn thought as she stared at the woman who reminded her so much of her youngest daughter, watching as Robb was pushed away by the dark haired woman but he managed to wrap his arms around her waist and pull her into his chest. Her son proceeded to pepper kisses all over her face, despite her protests as she squirmed in his hold while she still continued to laugh.

"Is young love not the deadliest of poisons?" The voice of Roose Bolton said, causing her to look over her shoulder at him as he approached and she tried to suppress a shiver.

Catelyn hated the Lord of Dreadfort. The House of Bolton's long line and history of torture and ruthless betrayals made her wary and every time she looked at him, her stomach and chest clenched tightly from fear. It was not until Boudicca told Catelyn of her confrontation with Roose Bolton that Catelyn truly began to loathe the man. She not only hated the man, she despised him and for the fact he had taken to stand beside her, the side where Ned always stood. Though, since she was born and bred a Lady, she acted and played her part well even though she did not want to when it came to that horrible man.

"They are well matched," Catelyn replied softly, looking back to Robb and Boudicca with a fondness and tried to forget the fact that she was talking to Roose Bolton. "In both temperament and height."

"Well matched?" Lord Roose challenged, raising a brow. "How so? Do tell, Lady Stark."

"Robb makes her happy and in turn, Boudicca makes him happy. My son's happiness is all I desire. It is what I desire for all of my children. It has not been easy for either of them, both losing their fathers and getting thrust into a war that they did not want," She pointed out, trying to keep the sharpness out of her tone and kept her demeanour calm and collected. "They are made for each other. Boudicca is the one thing that Robb is still sure of, the one thing that will never change in his life. And in turn, Robb is the same for her."

"I am quite certain that her family will not feel the same way, my Lady," Roose Bolton responded, causing her own brows to furrow at his words. "After all, I'd imagine they would do and say just about anything to get her back. Boudicca is Cersei Lannister's first born child and daughter and let us not forget Myrcella and Tommen, Cersei's younger children. You and Cersei are more alike than you think, you are both mothers and would do anything for your children. You would die for them."

"Yes, I am sure they want her back. After all, having her flogged in front of King's Landing and attempting to kill her various times shows so much affection," She bit sarcastically, an edge in her voice although she was sure it was not noticeable. Both Boudicca, Sansa and Myrcella had told her the stories of Joffrey and his atrocities. The young Myrcella had told her what he intended to do with Boudicca, Catelyn had never heard the blonde haired girl speak such vicious words. It was unexpected of the gentle and sweet girl that it made her shock. The boy will pay for his crimes, Catelyn thought.

"True," He said, nodding in agreement. "Though Cersei Lannister will do anything to get her children back. Anything. As will Tywin Lannister. It matters not if Boudicca let your son between her legs or impregnated her. The Lannister's will want her back along with her younger siblings. They will even want the lion she keeps as a pet to the clothes she wears, they want everything back."

"The Lannister's will not get her nor her siblings back," Catelyn vowed, her tone icy. "Boudicca Stark is married to Robb Stark in the light of the Seven and in the eyes of the Old Gods. Boudicca is the true heir to the Iron Throne. Myrcella and Tommen are sweet and innocent children but they are bastards, bastards of the Lannister twins along with Joffrey. Boudicca is also Queen of the North and Stormlands and the mother to my son's child, his heir."

"It should bother you, your son no longer seeks your advice but instead, seeks her advice. Boudicca Baratheon is a ruthless woman, a Kinslayer. Do you forget who her parents her? Have you forgotten her heritage? Baratheon and Lannister blood runs through her veins. If you had seen her fight that day...you would be wary of her, I can assure you. And let us not forget she is the sister of the boy who ordered your husband's head to be placed on a pike. It must pain you, she shares the same eyes of your husband's killer."

"Boudicca is Robb's wife, you would do best to remember that. He has every right to seek her advice, that is what a marriage is, my Lord. Your marriages have never lasted long, therefore, you cannot speak to me of it. And she is also my good daughter by the laws of Gods and men, so mind your tongue or I will mind it for you," Lady Catelyn warned, her blue eyes narrowing.

"Forgive me, my Lady," Roose said. "I was merely speaking my mind, nothing but the truth passes from my lips."

"If I wanted the truth, my Lord, I would have asked for it," Catelyn replied, her voice calm and cool.

"Of course, my Lady," The Lord of Dreadfort bowed, a sadistic grin present on his pale and sickly face as he continued down the hall.

Catelyn swore she could see a malicious glint in his eyes of steel, she could have sworn he knew something that she nor anyone else did. It brought a shiver to her and from that moment on she made a promise to herself to keep an eye on Roose Bolton. He cannot be trusted, Lady Catelyn thought to herself. She despised him even more so now, with the way he spoke of her son and the way he spoke of her good daughter. She did not like how much he mentioned the Lannister's, she did not like it at all.

"Are you alright, my Lady?" A gruff but kind voice sounded.

A startled sound escaped from her lips and she spun around sharply on her heel only to come face to face with Ser Davos. The man was kindly and treated everyone was nothing but respect except he respected no one more than he did Boudicca. The man had a strange relationship with the green eyed woman and her son did not like it, he told her himself shortly after he had wedded Boudicca. Of course, it would be understandable that the man felt protective towards Boudicca, they have spent a lot of time together and he had saved her life but the way he stared at her...everyone had seen it, everyone except Boudicca. Ser Davos Seaworth stared at Boudicca as if she was some kind of God.

"Yes, I am fine, ser," Catelyn said, her voice wavering. He looked on at her with suspicion before making his way down the hall.

No, I am not alright, Catelyn thought, her shaking hand came into contact with the wall. I do not trust that man, not one bit. Whatever he is planning, cannot be good. His eyes swore of darker days to come.

Author's Note: Hi! I hope you like these updates. I would like to give massive thanks to everyone who has reviewed this story, who have taken the time to read this story and to everyone who has made this story their favourite or have followed it! If you have any questions, feel free to ask and the next update should be up soon! A word of warning for the next couple of chapters, it will start to get quite gruesome.

Reviews-

ZabuzasGirl: Thank you, I'm glad you like the double updates! I hope you like Chapter 25 and 26

sankhadeep dutta: Yes, Jon will play a major role in later chapters!

celticank: Thank you, I hope you like these chapters! To be honest, when I was writing I was thinking along the lines of, what can I do that would unsettle them because no matter how much they think they are safe, they never can be.

RHatch89: Thank you!

Saint River: Unfortunately for Boudicca and Robb, they won't have such dreams and I wanted to add that (this is going to sound heartless) to make it more heartbreaking for what is to come because all Boudicca really wants, as a character is two things, to have safety and freedom along with her family but she will never be able to achieve those things without bloodshed and that is something which will cause some confliction. After the events that will happen, this will push her over the edge as nothing will hold her back now. Boudicca has proven herself to him and I hope this shows with his conversation with Lady Catelyn. King's Landing has been plotting to lay a surprise siege to Riverrun while everything is at peace in Riverrun but that plan was halted when Joffrey sent an assassin and that they received word that Boudicca was pregnant which has led them to make other plans. The dreaded wedding is finally happening and I can say that both Tywin, Walder and Roose had a hand in the Red Wedding.

MzBellezza: Thank you, I'm glad you think so! Although his death is unable to be prevented, there will be appearances of him cropping up every so often.

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