A Doe in a Lion's Den

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This chapter is Rated M for sexual content.


Chapter 51: Enemies Everywhere

Willas summoned me to the Warden Study. When I reached the door, the guard made the announcement, which my husband said to enter. The guard opened the door and let me inside before shutting it. Willas was reading a letter; his face was neutral, eyes going left to right. Not to mess with his concentration, I took a seat across from the desk and waited. A habit since a child when called into authority figures studies. Especially grandfather. When it was my father, he literally would stop what he was doing, get up and give me a bear hug.

Several minutes later Willas set the parchment down and looked at me relieved.

"The mission was a success," Willas announced.

"Which mission is that?" I asked.

"My Thorns had met with the Faceless Men," He answered. "You and Tommen are no longer a gift to the Many-Faced God."

I sighed in relief though was sad that we could not save everyone in my family. The Tyrells only considered their family and their spouses, asking them to protect other Lannisters would be too much. As much as I love my uncle Tyrion, I pray his travels through Essos prevent such death. Cersei...even though she was my mother, I could not forgive her in the sins and crimes she has committed: how she was the one who made Lancel give Robert the potent wine while committing incest, adultery between her brother and cousin. As for Ser Jaime, I will love the uncle when I was a child...but I no longer see him the same man anymore since he broke his vows of fathering children and having an affair with his sister. So Uncle Tyrion is who I am dreaded on loosing.

Then the thought of the price came up.

"What was the price?" I asked.

"Four criminals who've chosen the Warden Justice and two pounds of gold," he answered.

In our religion and law, it was illegal to sell a man's life or to sacrifice him. A man has a right to choose his fate. Although, Willas stated that these men chosen the Warden's Justice, in other words, the Warden decides their fate. Lady Olenna mentioned it was rare for the Reach to have an execution. Usually, if a crime is committed, the accuse after found guilty will be sent to the Prison Farms, that is heavily guarded to serve their sentence. Instead of wasting a life, the criminal can pay for the crime with time. Based on crime decides the length of service. The prisoner could spend weeks, months, or years. However, some crimes are not able to be forgiven with time and service. The Reach holds no tolerance towards treason, murder, and rape. Once they are found guilty, the man has three choices: take the black, the kingdom's justice (Which results in losing a limb), or the Warden's Justice which the Warden has to decide to sentence the king's justice or another sentence.

If my husband says these men chosen the Wardens justice, their violations must have been severe. Some criminals don't value their lives to take the black. Stating the Wall, cold, and celibacy is not worth it. Then there are those who would rather die with their all their appendages than lose a hand or genital. So death it was, expecting to arrive at Highgarden, not shipped off to Braavos in front of the House of Black and White. To see a No One and never come out alive. It was surprising how easy the trade was. A part of me thought they would not accept any offer and continue their assassination

attempt until claiming a life to the gods they worship.

"Did your Thorns get any information on their client. Who ordered the hit?" I asked.

"They've got a cryptic answered," Willas answered, picking up the letter. "Two people paid for yours and Tommen's life."

"Two?" I was shocked.

Willas nodded, "For the person who hired the assassination on Lannisters was a man of two griffins who serves the dragon,"

I paused thinking about the riddle. It is a man, but two griffins...must be a sigil. The only house I know that has two griffins is House Connington. But the house asked for forgiveness and was pardoned by Joffrey after alleging to Renly in the war. As of now, Ser Ronnet is trying to lay favor in court. Then the second part of the man serves the dragon. Oh, Jon Connington, the man who was dear friends with Prince Rheagar and once Hand of the King.

"Jon Connington," I said.

Willas nodded, "Having connections with Braavos and the Golden Company no doubt persuaded Daenerys to hire the Faceless Men to eliminate the Lannister."

"And what riddle did the No One give about me?" I asked.

"One man, of small fingers with a Mockingbird, he who gave the princess," Willas answered. "Although, I don't know any House with a Mockingbird."

"I do," I whispered. "It's a new sigil, for a Lord who wants to forget his upbringing."

"You know this person?" He asked.

"Small fingers, Lord Petyr Baeslish who goes by the alias of Littlefinger," I answered.

"The previous Master of Coins," Willas scowled. "I've heard of him, how he can make money in the pleasure houses and appear out of nowhere."

"Last I read the books; he was borrowing money from the Iron Bank. The reason why the kingdom is in debt. But why? Why would he want me to kill? I did no wrongdoing to him. Hardly talked to the man unless it was a small conversation at a formal event."

Willas thought about it, the look of thinking of possible scenarios. I'm serious, what have I done to Lord Baelish that he would seek my head. Then it hit me.

"Barra," I thought aloud.

"Who?" Willas asked.

"Barra Waters, my half-sister. Her mother Mheagan was one of Littlefinger's prostitutes. After my father died and Lord Stark's arrest...I was told I had more siblings. To see if the rumors are true about...Baratheon heritage. What Lord Stark said was true, and I couldn't see Barra being raised at a brothel. No doubt Lord Baelish will take advantage of her when she comes of age. So...I bought their contract by one of my stags and had them living in a Villa on the border."

"He must have figured it out," Willas said. "But breaking a destitute woman's contract isn't worth your life. There's something else."

I nodded. Why would Littlefinger risk such an investment in the Faceless Men? What would he gain from my death? Was it to punish the Tyrells? No, the Tyrells have no relations to such relations. Or at least none that I am aware of. It couldn't be my inheritance, and I was third in line to the throne since Derek was born. It has to be revenge unless he was getting back at the Lannisters. Cersei, though she loves her children...Jaime's children more than I, if anything were to happen to me, she would be devastated. Cersei could have wronged him someway and would get his revenge through her children. That is most likely it.

"He will pay," I whispered. "He almost made our son motherless."

"That he will," Willas promised. He stood up and walked over, until standing before me. He took my hand and helped me up onto my feet, followed by a hug. I relaxed into his embrace. No longer we will fear for my life for the time being. But it clear, I have more enemies than expected. I thought Joffrey and Cersei were my enemies, because of the truth. Let alone a possible enemy from my cousin Daenerys who's currently reigning in Meereen. Now, Lord Baelish is one.

"Thank you," I said.

"You're welcome," he murmured. "I am yours, and you are mine. I swore to protect you."

"That you have," I agreed. "In more ways than one."

Willas nodded as his lips pressed against mine. We kissed for a moment until it grew passionate. Sadly it had to stop. Much as I wanted it to continue, I was still in recovery. Even though we cuddle and kiss, it is not enough to satisfy the want and needs. I was already tormented of dreams of passionate lovemaking.

"Soon my love," Willas promised.

"Well, you haven't taught me oral," I jest.

"Well, you are a part lioness, I fear you'll bite my dick off," He laughed.

"Oh really," I taunt, gently pushing him down to the chair and straddle his good leg.

Amusement was written in his eyes, as I leaned in and started kissing his neck. I was Taking claim to his sensitive spot kissing and sucking on it. A small groan escaped his lips, hands on my waist. Slowly hands worked on unfastening his doublet when there was a knock on the door.

"My Lord, Captain Igon Vyrwel is here to speak to you." The guard at the door announced.

I groaned bowing my head in disappointment. For once I was confident, and now the damn captain of the guard interrupts us. Willas softly chuckled as he fastens his doublet.

"Shame I could now see the Baratheon furry," He whispered, as he had us stood up. Although, a small bulge has form in his pants. "Another time."

"Another time," I dramatically sighed.

Willas kissed the top of my head before taking a seat behind the desk.

"Send him in," Willas announced.

Captain Igon entered with a bow. "My Lord, your grace, I hope I am not interrupting anything."

He was oblivious in what he almost walked into.

"No, my lord husband and I were finishing our discussion," I assured, then faced Willas. "I shall see you at dinner?"

"Of course," Willas confirmed.

With a curtsy, I left the study.

Making do to the Maester's laboratory. By the seven, I need to know how many more weeks must we wait to be intimate.

.o0o.

Later in the evening the servants' food into our apartment. It was one of those days where we eat in our chambers. Lady Olenna will make the announcement if there will be a family dinner, and Leonette hasn't suggested the siblings eat together. So, the staff set the trays of food on the table. I thanked the staff and dismissed my handmaidens for the evening along with the nanny.

Early in the afternoon, I met with the Maester, and he checked on my condition. He declared I have adequately healed since it has almost been four months since giving birth to Derek. Although, he advised not to overdo myself. I appreciate the Maester's concern. He was not like the old fashion maesters who recommend a woman should wait a year before having sex. Yes, I know there is a chance of possibly getting pregnant again, but the teasing and waiting I can no longer handle it. Just need to be quiet so we wouldn't disturb the baby.

I was on the lounge nursing Derek for the night. Already had his bath, and lather in lotion to smooth his skin. His nightly routine has been perfect. He would sleep up to six hours. Lady Olenna says around this time the baby will eat more and less nursing. Although, she did give the warning of teething. That I dread, my son was growing rapidly, having little rolls on his legs and tummy. He babbles to, on his back playing with his toys and babbles away. I find his babbles cute. In the morning after nursing, Willas would hold his son, and the two will appear to have a conversation.

Right now though, it is bedtime. We are keeping to the schedule for the sake of sleep. From what Lady Olenna stated when Derek starts teething sleep will be limited.

The door opens as Willas entered the room. He saw me nursing and gave a small smile. I smiled back, gesturing him to have a head start of dinner on the table. He shook his head, coming over sitting next to us.

"How is he?" He asked.

"A drooler," I joked.

Willas chuckled rubbing our son's back. "He's growing to fast."

"That he is," I agreed. "If only a painter could get his portrait."

Sadly, painters do not take a baby's portrait. They state someone so small is hard to capture the details of their likeness. I believe they are not patient enough since babies can not remain still.

Derek soon finished, doing the usual burping routine it was time for bed. Willas took hold of his son, tucking him to bed in his crib. No longer was his crib close to our bed. Instead, it was at a corner with curtains surrounding it. Once our son is no longer nursing, he will be sleeping in his room that was next door. Our son had no protest, falling fast asleep. Willas closed the curtains and made way to the table.

We ate our dinner in peace. Some roast beef, potatoes, and bread. A simple meal, nothing to fancy.

"I met with the Maester after our conversation," I started.

"Oh, is everything all right?" He asked, concern in his voice.

"Everything is perfectly fine," I answered. "In fact...he gave me the all clear."

"Hmm," Willas murmured, taking a sip of water.

"Only advise to be gentle," I murmured, taking a bite of beef.

"Is that so," he replied.

I nodded looking him in the eyes. "And there won't be any servants until morning."

Willas smirked, "I've corrupted you."

"Dear husband, whatever do you mean?" I said innocently with a wink.

He softly laughed not to wake the baby. We finished the rest of dinner before making do for the bed. Willas sat down taking his boots off and brace while I removed my gown and undergarments. A second later, I was pulled onto Willas lap, his hands trapping me there. Brown eyes linger on my new form. No longer did I held a slender shape. Do to the childbirth; my breast was larger and waist wider. There was a slight pudge on my belly followed by a few stretched mark. None of this seemed to bother him.

"Beautiful," he murmured.

Willas then kissed me. He was gently pulling on my bottom lip. I kissed him back, hands working on his doublet, unclasping each bronze link follow by his jerkin. Tossing those fabrics away I pushed him down hovering over his body, admiring the view, leaning down to kiss his chest, pleasuring him in the unique spots. Several sighs and moans escape his lips, as I went lower unfastening his pants pulling them off completely. His erection sprang free as a groan escape.

Carefully my hand, wrapped around his member, slowly pumping it up and down. Willas groaned, taking pleasure to my hand, instinctively moved his hips along with my strokes. Nervous, I kissed the tip of the member, receiving a shudder from Willas.

I remember what Margaery said about the act of fellatio. Don't go straight in, tease your lover, kiss and lick first. After Willas being patient, he deserves his reward. I planted kisses along the side while continuing to stroke him. Being bold, I licked the member from base to tip.

"Fuck..." Willas groaned.

It was rare for Willas to speak such vulgarity. He would say a few curse words, but nothing extreme in my presences. His member grew, veins pulsing much more. I continue this treatment until Willas hand went through my hair encouraging me to continue. Taking a deep breath, I took most of him in, sucking, moving my tongue around and try bobbing my head. Unfortunately, I was not doing a great job, or at least I feel like it. I was working hard not to graze my teeth, trying to breathe through my nose. Suddenly he came, not expecting it as I gagged by reflex and the strange taste.

"Forgive me," Willas panted.

I climbed up straddling his waist. "How was it?"

Willas sat up cradling my cheek, "For a first time, impressive."

I sighed in relief. An arm around my waist, he turned us around, so I was on my back. He lowered his head between my legs providing the same treatment. I gasped, covering my mouth since I tend to get loud. His tongue dashed along my clit, and he didn't just flick and go. He stayed, circling, knowing from my rising hips and faster breaths that he has found the right spot.

"Oh, fuck..." I gasped, clutching the bedsheet, closing my eyes and soared into the exquisite giddiness of orgasm. Recovering my orgasm, Willas inserted his fingers prepping me for the next round. As he did this, he paid attention to my breast, sucked in one of her tighten nipples and toyed with it. I moaned, biting my lips not to wake our son.

"Don't tease," I hissed.

Willas softly chuckle.

Not long after he slides inside me slowly, a gasp escaped, my core adjusting to his size. It's been so long to be full, to be claimed once again. Willas moaned eyes closed savoring the moment. Being quite, he penetrated slowly, careful not to hurt me.

My hands gripped his shoulders, holding onto him. He went deep, hitting my core, again and again, sinking into me, stroking my depths with an effort that made his arms shake and caused my thighs to weaken. Lips were claiming mine, silencing our pleasures and seeking this moment to be selfish. Drawing back slightly, my nails rake his back then pressed more of himself inside, shuddering. He stroke me smoothly, again and again, moving his hips to meet each answering I return. My insides tighten around him, massaging him, held him captive. Willas slid a hand between us and fiddled my clit. The teasing sent me over the edge in a climax. Gripping my hips with his hand, he drove himself into me with a force that left us both breathless. Wasn't long as he pulled out and came. His body then collapsed on top of me. I panted, surprised that he pulled out. Then again, it's probably for the best. I don't want to be pregnant again.

Willas carefully rolled off, holding me in his arms.

"Thank you," Willas murmured.

"You're welcome," I said, then kissed him.

He kissed back before asking, "You don't think we woke our son?"

We paused listening to hear soft breathing. There were no cooes or babbles, so that was our indication Derek was still asleep.

"I think not," I answered, then yawned.

"Let's get some rest," Willas murmured kissing the top of my head.

I nodded, adjusting the blanket to cover us and slept in my husbands on.

.o0o.

King's Landing

Margaery was walking through the gardens with her ladies. Her belly was showing, as she proudly wore the maternity gowns. Tommen was so pleased to see his wife glowing and bearing his child. The two have been getting along just splendid. Margaery finds it adorable when they've become intimate again when the first trimester was done. The nausea was not too kind. She even tested Tommen's loyalty by suggesting he could take a mistress if he could not wait. Tommen baffled by suggestion told him no. He held a sad look in his eyes, "I don't want to be like my father. I will be faithful and loyal to you."

It touched her heart greatly, knowing she will not have any competition between other ladies in court. On occasion, she rewards Tommen by other means necessary, which the young kind did not protest. By the time nausea faded, they've become intimate. Many times Tommen asked if he ever hurt her, tell him to stop. She never did. Proud that her husband is getting a hand of the art of lovemaking.

Now she hopes to present Tommen, a son. She wanted to appease the Kingdom with an heir. She loves her brother Willas and Elain, and can't wait to adore her nephew Derek when the time comes. But alas, the pressure in the court of anticipating a male heir was significant. Of course, she would cherish a daughter if that is what she is carrying. Tommen said he wouldn't mind what the gender is, as long as if he or she is healthy. Unfortunately, her father Lord Mace kept reminding her of the importance of a son. As much as Queen Margaery love her father, he was getting on her nerve. Being Master of Coin raised his status since the Hand Lord Kevan removed Master of Ship when her father messed up on a simple garrison relocation.

"You are glowing as ever, my queen," Loras announced out of nowhere.

Margaery turned and faced her brother with a smile. Loras stood in his Kingsguard armor. Over the past year, he has been happy since taking the white. No longer Lord Mace nonsense to him about possible arrange marriages with highborn ladies. Now, he can protect his sister, joust, and fight when needed. More importantly, on days he does not have to serve he can sneak off to the brothels and take pleasures with men, Olyver mainly. He has been careful though. There have been rumors of fanatics roaming in the Crownlands. He has seen those who call themselves Sparrows.

"Loras," Margaery said hugging him.

Loras hugged him back.

"How are you feeling?" Loras asked.

"Perfectly well," she answered. "The little one has been nice to me."

Loras nodded then stopped, his expression of joy turned sour. Margaery turned around to see what was the matter, then masked his shock. A woman of golden hair was in the garden making way: not just any woman...but the queen mother, Cersei Lannister.

"Impossible," She whispered.

She and members of the Small Council operate hard in sending Cersei away. Primarily Lord Kevan and her. Cersei was a toxic woman, a terrible influence on Tommen. She would sink her claws and tear the boy to shreds to be the ruler of Westeros. Cersei almost did it with Joffrey, taking his place in the Small Council as Regent, except Tywin ruined that plan by sending Tyrion as tempory Hand, and the Great Lion himself afterward.

Cersei came over with a tight smile, "Your Grace."

"Mother welcome," Margaery said, acting happy as she came over giving a hug.

Cersei slightly hugs back, "Don't you look lovely. Pregnancy agrees with you."

"Forgive me; I didn't know you were coming to King's Landing. I would have a arrange a proper welcoming."

"No, that is not necessary," Cersei replied. "With assassins after my head, I was summoned to come discretely. Tommen worried for his mother, asking me to return for better protection."

"Were you attack?" Margaery asked concern.

"No, it saddens me that my eldest daughter was," Cersei answered. "Thank the Gods her stags were there."

"Yes, thank the gods." Margaery wrapped her arms around Cersei as they walked. "By any chance have you visited Elain. I've received letters that your grandson was growing rapidly."

Cersei bit her lip. Lost in her pride and anger, she missed out a grand opportunity to see her first grandchild. When the raven came from Highgarden announcing the birth of Derek Tyrell, the anger vanished — replaced with regret. Lady Aurora sent a raven a month before the birth, recommending Cersei comes to be there for her daughter. Stating Elain was nervous, dealing with slight complications. But once more pride consumed her. Even though she made a promise to be there for her daughters when they give birth, she considered leaving Casterly Rock for Highgarden, to mend their estranged relationship. The moment she was stepping onto the carriage Lannister Soldiers stopped her. Her cousin Ser Damion Lannister was Regent apologize stating a raven came announcing assassins have been hired to kill the children of Tywin Lannister. Cersei was furious at first, out of habit ready to call in her guards, but stopped since she was no longer the queen.

When she spent the months in Casterly Rock after her anger subsided, she was able to grieve properly for son Joffrey and her father, Tywin. Now, she wanted to be with her children again. Either of them. She has missed so much, name days and her grandson's birth. So when the raven came from Tommen requesting his mother to return to King's Landing, she took it.

Cersei knows she has to earn the Small Council back. She will need to manipulate her son again to gain control. Also, get her revenge on Margaery. She will get her revenge once her grandchild is born. Tommen needs an heir, and once that baby is born, she will pay her debt.

"No, I haven't," Cersei answered Margaery's question.

"Shame," Margaery said.

They walked for a bit until Cersei excused herself stating she was tired from her journey. Margaery nodded, giving her mother-in-law a peck on the cheek and excused her. The Tyrell siblings watched Cersei leave followed by her personal guards assigned to her. Once she was out of hearing they faced each other.

"We got to watch out for her," Margaery whispered.

"Agreed," Loras said. "Never be alone with her."

Margaery nodded, her hand resting on her belly.


I was thinking of doing a one-year time skip. What do you guys think?

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