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Here it is, another Ned/Cersei! Next story will be Lyanna/Rhaegar or Jaime/Ashara. I have already written both of the stories, but I am not pleased with a final result.
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REMINDER: My stories are AU, so characters might appear OC.

Eddard Stark's face was sober when his wife paced around the room with an angry scowl. Cersei has been enraged since they had received a raven from King's Landing. Robert Baratheon made her blood boil. How dared he asks Ned about something like that. The worst thing was that her husband would fulfill his friend's wish.

"I will not sell my daughter to Dorne! Do you understand?!" Cersei screamed solidly at Eddard. His indifference towards her hurt her. He was ready to sacrifice their eldest daughter in the name of honor.

"Cersei, calm do…" Ned began but Cersei interrupted him. She stood with him face to face now. She was a tall woman, but Eddard still towered over her.

"No Eddard, I will not calm down. It is about our daughter! Your daughter! Sansa is only ten years old. Marriage is not for her yet. You want to send her to snakes!" Cersei hissed, her emerald eyes burned with a fury. "Dorne hates us, Martells hate us. Despite that, you want to be a good, devoted friend to the Baratheon. But tell me, Ned, is Robert the same man you have once knew?"

"Do not start with that again Cersei." Her husband warned her. "I am not doing it for Robert, I am doing it for the King. It is a royal order."

"Listen, Ned. I do not care if it is a royal order or not. I do not care that the Crown needs an alliance. I am not sending Sansa to Dorne. They would kill her. They will kill her, I know it. That bloody land full of sand hates us. Why can't you understand it?!" She screamed hopelessly. Her husband acted like a stubborn fool.

"Stop being hysteric." Ned said coldly, his grey eyes held no emotions. "Do you think Dorne hates us? They hate Lannisters. They do not care for Starks. After what your father did you cannot blame her."

Cersei's blood turned cold. Her eyes burned with fury and tears. She did not want to cry in front of him. She was strong, she would not let him humiliate her family. Cersei smiled coldly at him. "Ah, Lannisters, my father. As always dear husband you know everything. Only you have a right sense of honor. No one else. But tell me, darling, if my father had not killed those children, where would have your friend been?" She asked him and Ned glared at her. Finally, she saw emotion in his eyes. He was hurt. She did not care about it. She wanted him to feel just like her.

"Rhaegar's children could have rebelled against him, just like one day Viserys Targaryen will demand the Iron Throne. It is dragons right to rule the throne, not stags." Cersei smirked. She knew how her words affected her husband. "You are a Stark. You think yourself as an unstained man. Tell me, Ned, how honorable you were when you fucked other woman than your wife? And this sister of yours, it is all her fault. She caused the war. The Crown Prince preferred a Stark girl to Dornish Princess. Martells blame my family as well as yours."

"Enough Cersei." Ned said, his voice low and his eyes cold as nights in the North.

"Enough?" His wife hissed. "You blame me for what my father did and why do not you blame yourself for what your sister did? A foolish girl thought she could have played the Prince and Baratheon. She was…" Ned took her arms and shook her.

"Stop it! Stop it right now!" He hissed venomously, his eyes full of rage. Cersei gave a strangled cry as his fingers buried in her skin painfully. "You know nothing! You can only judge the others, but never yourself. You can point someone's mistakes out, but what about you? It is you that think yourself as an unstained. Never speak of Lyanna again. Do you understand?" Eddard asked her calmly, releasing her hurt arms from his firm grasp.

Cersei did not want to cry in front of him, to show him how much his words affected her. She turned her back to him and held her bruised arms. She bit her lip hard and reminded herself that she was a lioness. A she-wolf even.

"I am sorry, Cersei." Ned whispered muddled. When he tried to take her arm she shrugged his hand.

"Do not touch me." She said firmly. The last thing from him that she expected was a violence. He had hurt her. Physically and mentally.

"Cersei, please." He said powerlessly, his voice broke slightly. "I.. I am ashamed what I have done to you. I am so sorry. It is just that I cannot listen to you and your full of venom words about Lyanna. She was just a girl… She just wanted to be happy…" Ned said her name tiredly and she heard him stifling a cry. He sat on their bed with his head in his hands.

Cersei turned around hesitantly. Her husband took a deep breath and did not bother to hide his silent tears. Cersei felt her heart ached at his sight. He was a broken man. She felt that all this story with his sister and Rhaegar Targaryen was something more than just abduction.

She closed on him slowly and sat next to him. "Tell me. Tell me all the truth." She said softly and placed her hand on his shoulder. Ned took a deep breath and gave a throaty sound.

"I cannot Cersei… I promised her." He whispered, his grey eyes were conflicted. Cersei gripped his shoulder.

"Tell me Ned. You know you can tell me. I promise I will not judge you… or her, whatever you will tell me." She wanted him to speak. Cersei wanted to know the truth. She would demand the truth from him.

"I…" Ned looked in her eyes and felt like a traitor towards his sister. Forgive me, Lyanna, he thought and opened his mouth.

"There was no abduction, no rape, nothing wrong with their flight." Ned's voice was quiet and tired. Cersei listened to him with a narrowed eyebrows. "She loved him. She loved Rhaegar and he loved her. She was young and innocent… Lyanna did not want to marry Robert. She hated him. She wanted to be free and marry out of love. What a mad and silly dream in our times. She went willingly with him. They both risked everything just to be together. Do not blame her, Cersei. You once were a girl her age. She just wanted to be loved." Ned whispered the last words and a tear rolled down his cheek. Cersei wiped it and asked.

"But what have you promised her?" Cersei knew it was something more that he was not telling her. Her husband hated talking about his dead sister. Pain and sadness was always visible in his eyes. He found it hard to say even a word about her. He still mourned over his sister after eleven years.

"I promised her." Ned repeated, his voice shook a little. "I… She lay there on the bed full of blood. I could not look at her. She died in my arms and I could not save her." He cried silently and Cersei felt a tear rolling down her cheek. She hugged him tightly as she always did with her children when something bad would happen. "Why, Cersei? She was so young, so beautiful, so wild and innocent and the Old Gods took her from me. I saw life leaving her eyes. We were fighting a war for her and we could not even save her. It was all for nothing. But Cersei, her words still haunt me… They are everywhere. The worst is when I look at our son, Cersei. Every time when I look at him I see Lyanna… You do not even now how my heart aches, sometimes I feel like it would explode from the grief."

Cersei was speechless and confused. What was he saying? Our son… Robb looked just like him, the same with Jon and little Rickon, Bran looked like Ned and her; Cersei thoughts were trying to solve his words; Or was it… Was it J…? He was not hers…. He would never be.

"Yes, Cersei. It is Jon." Ned looked at her heartbroken. Cersei narrowed her eyebrows and could not say a word. "He is not my son. Jon is Lyanna's son…. And Rhaegar's." Cersei felt lightheaded. Jon… Her son… No, Cersei; a small voice said in her head; he was never yours. He is not even your husband's now.

"She died shortly after she gave birth to Jon. She knew that Robert would kill him if he knew that it was Dragon's son." He whispered and Cersei still looked numbly at him. He had lied to her all these years…

"I have to keep Jon safe, I promised her. I had planned to name Jon my bastard, but you refused. I am glad Cersei that you did that. Jon has a mother, he has a whole family, despite being an orphan…"

"When are you going to tell him?" Cersei asked suddenly. Ned shook his head. He knew her question. "No, Ned. You have to tell him. He has a right to know who he truly is."

"I cannot. Not now… I do not think I would ever be ready to tell him… He is ours." Her husband searched for any emotion on her face. Cersei looked at him determinedly.

"He always will be ours, Ned." She said firmly and gripped his hand. "But he is a Young Dragon. Don't you understand? The Iron Throne is his by rights. We are raising the real King under our roof."

"Cersei…" Ned was afraid. Cersei was a Lannister after all. They have always wanted a power. He started regretting that he had told her about his secret.

"I know Ned." She smiled. "I am a lioness, but I am a she-wolf also. I protect my pack. I will not risk our son's life to gain power." Cersei replied with a stern look. She was Jon's mother, it did not matter that he was not from her womb, she was raising him and it was Cersei who he called a mother. "But, Ned, we have to tell him someday. He needs to know."

"We will tell him, Cersei, one day." Eddard said tiredly. He knew his wife has already had a plan in her mind.

One day, Cersei thought hugging Ned, One day he will fight for what is his. Jon will come for it. With fire and blood.