Eddard Stark stared at the statue of his long dead sister and sighed in sadness. It had been 16 years since she passed away while bringing her only son into the world, a child that had the ability to plunge the Realm into another war if his true origin was ever made known. The Lannisters would fight tooth and nail with or without the Baratheons in order to keep their power, alliances will be forged and broken. The North would have to decide whether to fight for the son of their long dead Stark or to fight against the son of the long dead Targaryen. Dorne would decide to either fight for a child whose parents were responsible for half the scorning of their Princess, or to fight against those responsible for the death of their Princess. That was why it was better if the world never knew the truth about Jaehaerys Targaryen.

Why did you and Rhaeger have to be so thoughtless?

He asked his sister as he placed a blue winter rose in her hands.

"I miss her too you know? If not for her death we would have reigned as King and Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. You my friend would've become my brother and your children would be forever regarded as royalty, same with mine." He heard Robert say as he entered the crypt. "But alas, the thrice damned Targaryen had to be so selfish and evil!"

Eddard sighed in pain before he looked back at Robert who was staring at his sister with so much longing. Ned so wished his sister had not fallen in love with Rhaeger and that Robert had been very monogamous about their relationship; all it took was for his friend to be a whoremonger and a drunk and for his sister to be very stubborn for an entire country to be plunged into a devastating war. Oh well, such was life, if only men and women thought before acting and were able to tolerate each other, but sadly so was not the nature of man. "I try hard not to think too much about the past, for the sake of peace and long life. You should try letting go of your hatred Robb and try to do what you can do for the Realm while you are King."

Robert looked at him for a while before he wore a smile. "That is precisely why I need to speak with you on a very delicate manner."

Ned looked at Robert for a while before he nodded his head. He had an idea about what his best friend wished to speak about, probably about making him his Hand and even betrothing his daughter to Robert's son. "I am all ears Robb"

Robert then took in a deep breath before looking into his eyes. "I need your help in King's Landing. I am surrounded by lions and snakes, everywhere I look they are there looking forward to grabbing from me. With Jon Arryn dead, I have no one I can call a brother by my side. You my friend lost so much during the war and your only reward was a bastard son and nothing more, come with me and you can help make some real changes so that what caused the Fall of the Targaryens will not cause the Fall of the Baratheons."

Ned had to hold himself from reacting at his words, it was not Robert's fault that he knew not the true origin of his 'son'. If he did, Ned was not sure what Robert would've done. That aside, even though the idea of making real changes in Westeros appeased him, he was not naïve enough to overlook the fact that the South was no place for a Stark. Cregan Stark, his father, sister and brother had all proved it. He couldn't just leave for a place he was certain he could die in. "Robert… I don't think the South is any place for me. My place is here in Winterfell."

"But, you do realize that your self-imposed isolation is not doing the North any good? The Lannisters are growing more powerful by the day, the Tyrells keep looking at placing one of their own on the throne, the Crownlands are becoming more demanding, everyone else is getting fat and rich on the wealth they didn't work for. But yet the North still remains poor, come with me and we could change it. Don't you remember the dreams you had, a world where the North wasn't seen as a wasteland but as a place people would wish to live in?"

Ned swallowed and turned away from Robert in order to look at his sister. Should he really go South? With Jon going to the Wall, he had no fear of anyone finding out the truth of his origin, but what about his own family? Was he smart enough to handle the politicking at the capital just to better the lives of the Northerners? "I will have to think about this Robb."

Robert sighed in frustration before he looked at Lyanna once more then back at him. "How about a betrothal between Joffery and Sansa? If you won't be the Hand of the King, then at least let one of your own sit on the Iron Throne down the line."

Eddard shivered at the thought of that boy who looked more Lannister than Baratheon, wedding his precious innocent daughter and bearing children who may or may not look like Robert or Ned, they could probably look like Cersei. Also the eyes the boy had were quite worrisome, he'd seen that look in men that feared nothing, men who believed they were above the law. Could he wed his daughter to another Aerys? "I will also have to think about that too, Robb."

"That's so much like you Ned, always thinking before you make a decision. Why don't you do that while the two of us with a couple of Knights go hunting for some boar, huh?" Robert said after chuckling.

Ned had to smile at that, better to let Robert think of something else before he kept badgering at him until he finally caved and went South with him. "Aye, I'd love that Your Grace."

Jon Snow was in deep thought. Last night had been the best night of his life, unfortunately after the high had come down and he'd had to return to his room, his upper brain began to think.

What was this all about?

Another bastard would've simply been satisfied with fucking a royal pussy, a Queen's pussy at that, but not Jon. He was not raised like other bastards, true he was very much hated by everyone he met in the North for being the sole stain in his father's otherwise pristine garment, but he had wanted for nothing. He had clothes, food, good training, everything the average person desired, far more than what a bastard deserved, and yet there he was last night, fantasizing of being a Knight with the help of the Queen.

He was ungrateful, that much was certain, he was also a very disgusting person to fuck the King's Wife. Who in their normal sense actually did that? That however was no match to what his lower brain was thinking. He wanted more of what the Queen had and was very willing to do anything to have it. She offered her body and Knighthood, who knew, next she would offer land and Lordship and before he knew it he could be King! Oh how much he wished he could withstand the thoughts of his Southern Brain.

The question now was, what was he going to do? Would he simply keep this relationship the Queen promised and also get every gift she threw his way to preserve his silence? Or would he break it off and go to the Wall? The honourable thing to do was to go to the Wall and fight the wildlings beyond it, just as Benjen did, the dishonourable thing to do was to simply keep fucking another man's wife, just as he was sure the Southrons did.

So many choices to make and so little time. Before he knew it, his Queen would call for another session, which he would enjoy a little too much and be completely under her spell. Why was life so hard?

Maybe because you're fighting it. You know that deep down you wish to have one over the man that killed your family.

Now that thought was not his own. Where the fuck did that thought even come from?

Hey, I am more than a thought I am a being of great intelligence.

Yeah, now he was even going crazy. One sex and boom he was going mad; just like Aerys and Rhaeger.

"There's no one here, just be quiet and everything will be alright." He heard Ser Jaime say. Jon had to blush at the sound of a giggle from a woman, it didn't take him long to realize what the Kingslayer had in mind.

I'll just come out and leave, I bet that would embarrass the fucker.

"It's you who has to be quiet." He heard his Queen say. Wait, what?

Without a thought, he moved away from the center of the tower and into a secret room. He stayed there and waited with baited breath for them to probably be fast or change their mind. But wait, was the Queen planning to fuck her brother? How sick and twisted was that!

He then heard them arrive at the center and began to kiss each other with passion and experience, almost as if they had been doing such for years. Then he heard the disrobing of the Queen and her brother followed by some moaning and licking and kissing, oh gods, he felt like throwing up. However, he remained quiet, wouldn't do to be seen by them especially when in a compromising position.

Jon had to rest his head on the wall of the room while they copulated in silence, that all changed when he heard a sound. Like someone climbing the Tower. The fucking twins also stopped as if they too heard the sound.

"Get dressed and go hide in that room over there." His Queen said hurriedly. Ser Jaime instantly moved like Winter had come for him and badged into the room he was in. Jon remained quiet as the man entered and looked out the door to spy on what his sister was doing.

The room was dark, so Jon hoped that the Kingslayer would simply ignore the spot Jon was, in favour of watching his sister do whatever it was she did; Jon was very certain that one look at him, despite the darkness, the Fallen Knight would see him.

"Brandon Stark, why are you spying on me doing my private time?" He heard Cersei ask.

"I… I… I… I was just… um… just climbing Your Grace" He heard Bran stutter out.

"Be gone then, I am still taking care of myself." He heard his Queen say to the poor boy.

He remained quiet, waiting and praying to both the Old and New Gods that Jaime Lannister would not look back, with eyes open for almost three minutes. Jon could feel sweat soaking his clothe as he remained there, breathing slowly so that he wasn't breathing too loudly, until finally his Queen spoke. "He's gone, come on out now."

Jaime left the room without looking back and probably kissed his Queen. "We don't have much time; we can be fast."

"No Jaime, we can't risk this now maybe later?"

"Tonight?"

Jon waited with baited breath for his Queen's answer and almost smirked at her reply. "Not tonight, I will be very tired. When it's possible, I'll simply call you. See you later Jaime." He heard his Queen say before she left the Tower, a blue balled Knight following behind her.

Brandon Stark was scarred for life. His mother had always told him to stop climbing but he wouldn't listen, he always thought that she didn't like him having fun, but after watching the Queen, however small the moment, he finally understood.

What if his mother or Sansa or even other noble ladies often did that with themselves on their spare time? What if one day he climbed at the wrong time and saw his mother putting her finger inside herself!

Bran had to vomit at that thought, successfully removing his breakfast from him belly. Oh the Gods hated him so. Bran had to rinse his mouth and wash his face, specifically his eyes before he returned to the warm Keep for some snacks.

Moments later, he arrived at the Dining Room and saw the servants clearing the table and replacing it with fruits and cakes. With a grin he rushed to the cake basket and took one.

"My lord, those are for the Lady Stark and the Queen Baratheon." The servant said.

"And you think they'll eat all of this? I doubt it. What are they even meeting for?" Bran asked more to himself.

"That's not for me to know my lord." The servant said and left the room.

Why would his mother meet with the Queen? Surely its not about what he saw?

Oh no, what if she tell my mother? What would she do, cane me, lock me up, send me to the Wall?

Bran thought in a panic as the servants left, then he heard laughter and footsteps of his mother. He had to hide somewhere, he had to know exactly what they were meeting for, better to know what he was going to suffer than wait around in his room killing himself with panic.

Looking under the covered table, he leapt under it just as the door opened and the women entered.

"So your Grace, what do you think of my daughter Sansa?" Mother asked.

"Oh she is very lovely, like a true lady. Westeros would be honoured to have her as a Lady of the Court." The Queen answered.

"I know right? Sometimes I dream of the day she would marry a handsome prince as I'm sure every mother does for her daughter." Mother said.

"I understand, my mother had similar dreams, lucky for me I married a King." The Queen said and chuckled to which Mother laughed softly to.

"What of Brandon, I'm sure you can tell he's going to go places."

Bran held his breath at his mother's words and hoped against hope that the Queen wouldn't spill the beans on what he'd done.

"Maybe he'll be a Knight someday, or a prince. Speaking about the children, the King and I have hatched a plan."

Bran had to restrain himself from breathing out loudly in relief.

"What plan your Grace?"

"A Tournament to celebrate 16 years of peace. We will pick out 20 candidates from the competition and reward them with land and Knighthood, or Knighthood alone or be a squire to a Kingsguard if they are younger, money will be given as well along with employment into the Baratheon House Guards or City Watch or whatever it is they choose to do." The Queen said and paused to probably take a bite from a cake. "What do you think?"

"That sounds fantastic, just out of curiosity what is the obstacle if one wants to apply?"

Bran felt like jumping up and down, this was perfect for him. Although he was only twelve, this could be a great opportunity for him to squire for maybe See Barristan and even become a Knights one day.

"Well, you shouldn't be below 12, you should be fit in whatever competition you choose."

"Can natural born children compete?"

"Of course they can. This Tournament is aimed at helping those who can't help themselves."

"Surely, bastards can't..."

"Forgive me my lady but, are you suggesting that the Crown is unwise is letting everyone compete?" The Queen asked with a threat clearly heard.

"No your Grace, just trying to see if the Crown has thought of every problem that could arise."

"And your verdict is?"

"Let's do this your Grace."

Wait until Jon heard about how he could finally have an amazing life a way from his Mother's presence which doesn't include the Wall.

Arya Stark was bored. With all the visitors everywhere she looked her mother had to force her to stay put and sew some crappy looking thin with a needle that she would have rather used to stab someone in the eye with. Someone like the Septa who kept gushing about what Sansa was doing or the Princess Myrcella was doing, sadly that act would make her look more of a freak to her sister and fellow northern ladies, except the Mormonts. Maybe she should sneak out to that place someday, instead of remaining in a cage her mother called home.

"You are missing it again Arya. Look at your sister who is doing an amazing job, look at the Princess doing remarkably well, why can't you just do it well?"

"Maybe because I am meant to do something else with my needle, like stick it in a person" She mumbled to herself as she kept sewing the nonsense she was sewing.

"Leave her be Septa, maybe she loves doing something else. What would you rather do my lady?"

"I'm not a lady, I am Arya, and..."

"She would rather be fighting with her brothers or riding a horse than be a lady." One of Sansa's friends said , cutting her off.

"Yeah, sometimes she behaves like a horse, always pouting and doing the things only gallant men should do" Another pitched.

"Now, its very rude to criticize someone for doing what you can't do, or won't do. You either understand them and tolerate it or perhaps leave them to their own devices." Myrcella said with a smile sent her way, a smile she grudgingly returned.

"It is against our religion for a woman to pick up arms when there are men to defend her." The Septa said.

"And if there aren't?" Myrcella asked to which the ladies gasped to, including Arya. That was a bold thing to say, that was an Arya thing to say. Where had this like minded girl been all her life!

"My...my princess, you must understand that women are meant to handle the home affairs, if she picks up weapons to fight, what of the children?"

"More reason for them to learn how to fight. But hey, who am I to speak against the wisdom of the Seven." Myrcella said with a shrug and continued to sew.

Wow, this princess was amazing!

After a few tense moments, the princess spoke again. "My brother thinks you're very beautiful Lady Sansa."

"Really?" Stupid Sansa asked with a gasp.

"he wouldn't stop talking about you, who knows, he could ask you for a dance tonight."

Arya could physically see the atmosphere change, a formally tense place became so free. The ladies she believed were on the verge of turning against the Princess were suddenly on her side speaking to her as I'd they were long friends.

Wow, the princess was amazing!

Robert Stark looked at his opponent with a grim determined looked. It was very rare these days for him to spar with someone that could actually beat him. The others would always fight in a terrible way or less than their best whenever he sparred with them, especially when his mother was watching. These days only Jon really made him realize that he needed more training, and after a week of constant training he had come once more for a battle with his brother.

Jon moved like a ghost and slashed Robb barely parried the attack before he was forced to ducked and jab aupwards. Jon asily hit hi sword away frfom his chest and instead attacked high and low with wide arcs that he easily blocked but they were a distraction because Jon spun and slammed into hi chest throwing him down.

Robb rolled on the ground before he lunged at Jon, slashing and jabbing, trying to get a hit in, but the boy kept blocking his strikes and giving back hits that actually weakened him. a punch to his biceps and another to his shoulder blade and he was severely weakened. Before he could reply with his sword, he was kicked in the ass unto the ground of godswood. How embarrassing only ten minutes of battle and he was on the ground.

"Don't be so glum brother, you lasted better than the last time." Jon said with a smirk as he helped him up.

"Yeah, I'm sure my enemies will clap for me if i am able to fight with them for ten minutes." Robb replied with a frown. His mother's cuddling was so not helping matters.

"Don't worry my lord, one day you would be able to last thirty minutes against me." Jon said with a chuckle as he gave him a bottle of water to drink.

Robb huffed at his words and began to drink only for a servant to rush into the godswood.

"My Lord, your Lord Father requests for your presence in the Hall as the King wishes to make an announcement."

Robb looked askance at the servant before looking at Jon who shrugged although he could see suspicion in his eyes. Robb ignored the look in favour of following the servant to the Keep. The journey to the Keep was not as short as it usually was, given that many Northerners were in the courtyard trying to get into the Great Hall. It was quite a surprise that even the small folk were invited to the Great Hall... fascinating indeed. What could the King want to say?

"I'm sorry Jon but your services are needed else where." A guard said stopping his brother from entering the Great Hall through another path that led straight to the High Place.

"To do what exactly?" Robb asked the guards who already had their hands on Jon's tense shoulders.

"There is a room in the castle that the Lady Stark wishes to speak to him in." Robb' brows narrowed at his words before he looked at Jon who told him to go into the Great Hall with only the eyes.

Robb had to grind his teeth at the blatant excuse to keep his brother away from whatever it was the King wished to announce. Robb sighed hard before he entered the Great Hall.

"There is going to be a Tournament that would last a month long. This Tournament will have various competitions based on chosen skills with weapons. The top twenty winners will be given land in any place in Westeros, Knighthood, coins and job in any Keep as a Guard." The King said with a jovial voice that made the crowd cheer loudly at his words. "You can apply, be ye a boy or a girl, a bastard or a trueborn, high born or lowborn. Everyone is invited. Now go to any section of this Hall that has the name of your skill on the desk and register to compete. Good luck."

The entire place went crazy at his words and all were hailing the King and Queen. Robb looked at his mother, who wore a smile, with a scowl. So that was why his mother had kept his brother away from the Great Hall so that he would not get the chance to compete in a competition that would probably change his life forever.

Why mother must you be so cruel to the boy?

Then he looked at Sansa who had eyes on the Prince, Arya who looked disappointed at not seeing Jon, Bran who looked excited to have the chance to become a Knight. His Father though looked part sad and part relieved that Jon was absent.

Oh Jon, is your fate to really go to the Wall?

Sansa Stark was on the moon. After the announcement, the people of Winterfell attacked the feast with much vigour. Finally they had felt the presence of the King they placed in the throne, now they could become more in life. Well, that concerned her not, she was far more interested in the Prince of Westeros, the poor boy was completely in love with her.

Prince Joffery once more looked at her and had to look away with a blush, oh the boy was shy and had no idea how to ask her for a dance. Maybe she would remedy it, if she was able to convince him to convince their parents to betroth her to him then she would ensure he became the King the We've. Kingdoms desired.

With a smile, she stood up from her chair and walked towards him with self assuredness. "When were you going to ask me for a dance your highness?"

The Prince looked at her in surprise before he looked at his sister who kept her first focused on her food while hiding her smile. "Uh, I'm sorry my lady, I was simply thinking of the line to use in order to get you to dance with me."

Sansa chuckled softly in a ladylike manner before she gave him her hand. "No need for a line your highness, just dance with me."

Catelyn Stark felt good about herself. She had succeeded in finally sending the bastard away from civilisation and to the Wall where only savages lived. That was the least the boy deserved, being food to the new direwolves her family had found was a much better use of his life. It wasn't that she truly hated the boy or anything, it simply was that history had taught her that bastards used every avenue they could in order to usurp their true born siblings. Better to ensure he never competed in a Tournament that he could win and get land, title, coin, and a job. The bastard could even use that opportunity to raise an army and attack Winterfell, thereby taking from Robb what was her son's.

"Why did you keep Jon from the Hall, Cat." Ned asked her as they walked to their room with a sad sigh.

"I had no idea King Robert wanted to give such an announcement, I simply told him to meet me in a room but sadly I couldn't show up." She replied with a sad look.

"I don't believe you one bit Cat. The boy is innocent of whatever I and his mother did, you have been punishing him for my mistake, but this is a step too far." Ned said with a look that made her narrow her eyes.

"Ned, I can't do anything to you for fathering a bastard, but I can punish the bastard for being born. If it hurts you to see him hurt, then I am having my vengeance on you as well, if not, so be it. Jon Snow pays for it."

"Come on Cat, I've apologised already what more do you want from me."

Catelyn had to huff in disbelief before she pointed at her husband. "Would you have married me or even remained my husband if I already had a bastard? You know you won't, it would make you look less of a man to your fellow Northern Lords that would not hesitate to kill my bastard or even punish me somehow for the child. But since its you, I am expected to what, rollover and accept it as it is. Hell no Ned. If be doesn't like how I treat him, let him go to the Wall."

Ned looked very pained at Ber words before he rubbed his face with both hands and sighed. "I... I am sorry. What do you want me to do to right this Cat?"

"Let him leave for the Wall by dawn tomorrow."

Catelyn watched her husband intensely as he seemed to think on her words. It looked as if he was a out to say something to her, but he changed his mind and in lieu nodded at her words. "Fine, he will leave tomorrow, let me go speak with him."

Cersei Lannister was pissed. The main reason why she had funded this whole charade was to take Jon back with her to King's Landing without letting anyone suspect it was her wish. She had had to sit still for two hours into the celebration waiting and hoping that Jon Snow would walk into the Hall with a smile and probably laugh at her for over worrying, which was exactly what she was doing. This whole Tournament was because of him but she feared that Catelyn Stark had done something to ensure Jon Snow was absent, thereby making the boy not register for the Tournament. That bitch!

Cersei looked towards where the Knights who had registered the over two hundred people were feasting after a long days work and wore a smile. Perhaps she could still get the boy into the games without raising suspicion. Turning to look at a servant boy who had just served her wine, she gave him a piece of paper with coins alongside it and looked directly at Ser Barristan who had been in charge of the registration.

The boy somehow got the message and swiftly went to the man and whispered into his ears. The Brave Knight looked confused at the boy's request before nodding his head and brought out a book to record the information the boy had with him. Cersie kept looking around and then back at the not until the boy left with a grateful smile, Cersei had to hope against hope that the boy had actually put Jon's information in, if not, there was going to be hell to pay.

"Mother, you look a bit pale, why don't you turn in for the night." Myrcella said with a concerned look.

Cersei was a bit confused before she shrugged and took the opportunity her daughter had given her. "Must be the cold that I'm not used to. I must turn in." The Queen of the Seven Kingdoms said before she stood up from there seat and excused herself from the Hall.

Dismissing the Kingsguard that followed her, she went straight to where she had found Jon Snow earlier on only to see no one. What was she to do now, she needed to see the boy for another session and also for an explanation, even though she suspected his step mother had a hand in him not attending. Huffing and scowling, she matched to her room with anger seeping out of her in waves until she entered her room and turned to lock it only to feel a hand cover her mouth and another hold her waist with her ass pressed onto someone's dick.

"It's me my Queen, I've come as I knew you wanted." Jon Snow said as he released her.

"Why were you not in the Hall?" Cerasi asked with a scowl as she began to undress, her hunger for him resurging with a vengeance

"I was locked up in a room for the duration of the registration. Couldn't leave just as I couldn't leave when you were fucking your brother." Her Knight said as he removed his own clothes as well.

"No I wasn't, he was simply about to." Cersei said, there was no need to deny it since there was no other way the boy would've known if he hasn't truly been there.

"Well activities like that would have to stop my Queen, I don't like to share." Jon said and pulled her naked body to his and began to kiss her neck while he kneaded her breasts.

"Unfortunately, this is not monogamous. You fuck me in exchange of gifts to keep your silence and ensure you fuck me harder and better. I on the other hand am free to fuck whomever I want." She said as she held his solid dick with her left hand.

"That's not how this works my Queen. I and only I have the right to fuck you and you are obliged to reward me for a job well done. Who knows, maybe after a couple of years I will have enough wealth and power to protect you should you need it."

Oh she was loving this side of him. This side that Lady Stark never let him use, this powerful side of her Knight made her wetter and hungrier. Oh how she wanted to eat him.

"What if I told you that you look like a Targaryen?" She asked as he began to suck her nipples. "What would you do?"

Jon said nothing for a while as if he hasn't heard her before her looked into her eyes with such intensity. The same eyes that were grey but looked purple to her.

"I would ask you to help me take back the throne from your stupid husband in order for me to be King with your daughter as the Queen and you as my personal advisor." Jon replied seriously. "But that is talk for another night. Tonight you will get to feel the way true dragons fuck."

Cersei couldn't even think of the meaning of his words before she felt him make her kneel before his thick cock and tell her to suck. She was a virgin when it came to sucking, of course she at time fantasized sucking a cock, bit she refused to do so with Robert and her brother never gave her the chance to. But here she was A Queen kneeling before the dick of a dragon, why in the Seven Hells would she not suck. So suck she did.

Of course she made mistakes, but after a bit of correction from her King, yes he was now her King, she got him off fast.

Her King was panting with a smile after he came, before he rose her up and carried her to her bed to suck her cunt.

Like the pro he was she had her orgasm and soon was told to stay on her hands and knees. She had no idea why she was enjoying this, enjoying being dominated by a boy twice younger than her. It was indeed crazy that this was the first time she was actually excited to have sex with anyone, Jon had ruined men for her.

It came before she could think, a lash on her round ass by a belt which made her gasp in pain and pleasure. Another lash had her pussy wet the more and another lash made her moan deeper. Oh the Seven, what was this boy doing to her?

Once her ass was very hot, he then placed both hands on her hips and began to fuck her hard. Every pound brought out a gasp or a moan. Even as he slammed home, he kept slapping her butt. His speed increased and he went deeper yet he kept going like a dragon. Leaning on her back he held her breasts and pulled her up to himself to increase the depth his dick went and to fondle her breasts harder. She loved this feeling, she loved been used like a royal whore by someone who wasn't seen as anything more than a bastard.

After almost thirty minutes of constant ravaging, courtesy of her King she came hard for the fourth time, which coincided with Jon's orgasm. Cersei stayed on her knees, panting hard as her King kissed her neck and kept massaging her through her climax, it took a while before she could speak.

"That was... epic." Cersei said as he released her to the bed in favour of standing on the ground, his cock swinging.

"If you can get this from me, don't you think I deserve you exclusively?" Jon asked as he went to her wine pitcher and poured himself a drink while also eyeing her bowl of fruits.

"Well, if I can get this every night, why ask for more. You my King are everything I need." Cersei said with a smile that made Jon frown slightly.

"Why do you call me that, I'm just a bastard?" Jon said.

"Never call yourself that okay. You are a bastard because the people think so, not because you actually are." After all, only she and Jaime knew that all of her children were not Robert's.

Jon looked at her intensely as if contemplating telling her something of great import. Did he know something she didn't?

"Can I trust you my Queen?"

Cersei chuckled at his words as she lay on her side watching the boy take a bite from the fruit she had. "I let you fuck me Jon, I practically hold your life in my hands since I have the power to ruin it for you. Surely you must be able to trust me?"

"That... That's not an answer my Queen." Jon insisted as he stared at her with those eyes that looked very Targaryen.

"Of course you can trust me."

Jon then nodded his head and sipped his wine once more. "While I was locked up, I heard a voice that directed me to a place I've never been before through my mind eye. There this being of intelligence told me of my heritage, something I would love confirmed."

"Let me guess, you are a Targaryen?" Cersei asked also guessing the being was a dragon.

"Not just any Targaryen, I am the legitimate son of Lyanna Stark Targaryen and Rhaeger Targaryen" Jon said looking her straight into the eye.

Cersei gulped at his words, the boy was a surprise. Had it been the sex with a Queen that gave him the guts to speak to her without fear, even with a hint of warning. Or was it the dragon and wolf blood in him finally breaking free. "So I guess the lands and Knighthood will be useless?"

"Of course not. After this has been proven to me, the next thing would be to get Targaryen loyalist on my side. However I can only do this if I am as inconspicuous as possible. I will be seen by my enemies as a lucky bastard until the time is ripe when I unseat the King who does nothing for the Kingdoms"

"Good thing I registered your name then." Cersei said and stood up to approach him. "What will you do to my family then? My father is rumoured to be responsible for the rape of Elia Martell, and the death of your half-siblings."

"For now, I will heed any advice you give me concerning what to do, until I am capable of navigating the politics of the kingdom." Jon said with a sigh.

Cersei looked the boy up and down before she smile softly. "You must be the winner of this game, that would give me the ability to reward you with far more than normal, like Captain of the City Watch as well as a lord with a land in the Crownlands."

Jon looked at her and smiled before he nodded his head. "So we are working together to topple the reign of Robert Baratheon?"

"Yes we are."

"Cheers to that."

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