Wolf in Lion's Clothing
Chapter 4: Beginner Steps
Jaime
Stepping into the Royal Residence, he stepped back to let the newly crowned Stag King step out of the room. The man was wide, yet it was also just as obvious that the fat covered a massive amount of muscle, which showed that the new King was a martial man, capable of defeating even well-trained warriors.
After watching the Baratheon monarch walk away he spent a few moments waiting for the hallway to be empty before entering the royal residential room.
Turning his attention towards the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, his twin sister… his longtime lover, he saw her beautiful golden hair cascade down her body, his cock became erect just looking at her in her.
She seemed shocked, surprised, even a little nervous. Strange.
"Sister…" He said softly. He hadn't seen his twin in years.
"Kingslayer…" She said softly as if in disbelief.
That confused him… and enraged him. She was calling him that as well? How dare she?!
"I see that nickname has reached you as well. That bloody Lord Stark and his cocksucking honor." He raised his voice a little and stepped towards her sister.
For a second she seemed to want to step back, to step away from him. Then she rallied and stood fast, standing straighter and looking him straight in the eyes.
"I wouldn't insult the King's most stalwart ally and friend in front of his wife, Ser Jaime." She put emphasis on his name and title, as if she wanted to distance herself from the Jaime Lannister that was her brother.
"Cersei… what's wrong with you. Now that you're here in King's Landing I'll stay on the Kingsguard, we can-"
"We can do nothing. I am your queen now, and the queen the realm needs to stabilize the line of succession. I'll have my husband remove you from the Kingsguard and you can go back to Casterly Rock to be Lor- Father's heir." She emphasized the word as if it would scare him into submission. He didn't notice the slip-up.
"Sister… you've changed. What happened to the sister who loved it when I fell on her cunt like a-" His voice became low and feral until he was interrupted by a slap to the face.
"You will not talk to me like that… Brother" She added the familial term almost as an afterthought.
He could only stare in disbelief at her. They were twins! They shared a womb, they were two halves of one whole.
That was when the door opened and the Stormlander King stepped in beside his new Hand, Jon Arryn.
"Kingslayer! What are you doing here?" he said.
Jaime's reply was a polite fiction and he merely nodded at the King and then to his sister before turning to leave. He drew his sword and laid the tip on the floor, his hands on the hilt.
Standing outside with Ser Barristan "the Bold", he found himself stewing in contemplation. What had changed Cersei so much? Was it her new duty as queen? Was it her night with Robert Baratheon?
He was broken out of his reverie by the only other survivor of Aerys II's Kingsguard.
"Can I ask why Ser Jaime?" the Selmy knight said softly.
Normally he'd say something very smart, some sort of jape, but not now. Not while his lover just rejected him.
"His last Hand… Rossart. The Pyromancer." He started, "Why do you think Aerys appointed him."
The Bold knight's brow furrowed in thinking before he turned to answer
Jaime did not let him speak. "When my father had entered the city, I had just spent the last hour finalizing the defenses in the Red Keep. All were ordered to fight and die for their king. I then made my way to the throne room."
His voice turned a little softer. "Our king ordered Rossart to ignite wildfire caches all over the city."
Barristan gasped in shock.
"My oaths as a knight ser… I decided that Protecting the Innocent was a far more important oath than protecting my King."
There was a pregnant silence after that, the Stormlander Knight seemed to be thinking hard.
Jaime stood there, still as stone and guarded his king.
Cersei
It had been a few days after the incident with Jaime and she had been informed of his dismissal from the Kingsguard just this morning. From what she had heard, he had skulked off to the part of the Keep where the Westerlander Lords were staying and had cut himself off from doing anything aside from training, sleeping, and eating. It had taken the Lord Lannister's direct order for the young knight to even eat something.
Jon didn't realize that the effect Cersei dumping the man would have on him, especially at such a young age.
'It's not like I had a choice. I'm not contributing to the mess that fucked up the line of succession for Robert in the first place.'
Making her way through the corridors he finally arrived at the Small Council Room. In the last few days no positions had been filled out. Jon Arryn was, of course, Hand of the King. Varys and Grandmester Pycelle kept their positions. She was torn on whether to find some way to oust the old man or whether to leave him alone. He knew he had Lannister loyalties but now she was a Lannister and could make good use of those loyalties if need be.
'Politicking was always Sansa's game. I miss her.'
There was still no Master of Coin, Laws, and Ships.
Stannis Baratheon sailed to Dragonstone to take custody of the remaining Targaryens.
'Dany and her brother Viserys will escape again, and Stannis will be slighted with the granting of Dragonstone. I have to stop that from happening.'
Sitting down in the small chair beside where the King usually sat, Jon Arryn sat on the opposite side of the chair, to the King's right. That is, if the king was there, but right now he wasn't.
"I see his grace is running late." The "again" went unsaid by Varys.
"He shall be here. He promised me that he would be. And I'm sure Lord Commander Selmy will escort him here to take his seat on the council as well." She said.
As soon as she said that her husband, the King, entered the chambers with Barristan in tow.
"Apologies for being late. Let's get this damn thing started already." He grumbled.
It seemed that most of the meeting was about mopping up Targaryen loyalists and deciding what to do with the ones already in custody.
She remembered her time on the wall, Ser Aliser Thorne tormenting Jon Snow daily as a recruit. How easy it would be to push for the execution of the noble and knightly prisoners, all she needed was to smile and lean her cleavage to Robert and he'd wholeheartedly approve of the idea.
"I suggest that we send the men we have to the Night's Watch. Let them serve the realm on the Wall." She said. The needs of the realm outweighed the petty revenge that she craved.
"What about Mace Tyrell?" Arryn said.
"Perhaps we should collect tribute from the Reach for a set amount of years? Payable in Grain or Gold." Ser Barristan said shyly. He hadn't been in Robert's Small Council in the original timeline, a change she was glad to have made. The knight had been his father's heir for a while before joining the Kingsguard and therefore had the training and knowledge a Lord should have, as well as the wisdom of his age.
"Perhaps a mixture of both." Pycelle chimed in.
The meeting went fine and a few minutes later she found herself walking with her husband through the Keep.
"I don't know how you stand it. Endless meetings and counting coppers." Robert said, her arm around his. They had gotten into a pattern of walking and dining together, as to help them turn their relationship into one of familiarity.
"It's what needs to be done to run the realm." She said simply.
"Hmm. True. Still boring." He replied.
The silence between them showcased to her that their relationship as perhaps not the best.
"Ned's leaving today. I'd like to see him before he goes." He said, turning the corridor towards the area where the Northern Lords had stayed for a while.
She just nodded.
It was a short walk and Jon/Cersei had the time to clear her mind. Meeting her uncle, the man that raised him for his entire life… and having to pretend to be someone else, that wasn't something he was looking forward to.
"Your Grace!" Eddard Stark, Lord of Winterfell, Lord Paramount and Warden of the North, said in surprise, seeing his King and Queen both arrive.
"Neddddd!" Robert exclaimed, bringing in the man to a close bear hug. They hugged for a few moments before the Northern Lord turned to her.
"Good Afternoon your Grace." He said inclining his head towards her.
"Good Afternoon to you as well Lord Stark." She said. "I hear from my husband you leave today?"
"Indeed your grace. We sail to White Harbor and then ride to Winterfell in a few hours." Was the man's reply.
They were interrupted by a baby's wailing cries.
"My apologies Robert, your grace. He is my… natural-born son." He said indicating the crib in the room.
Robert turned to grill his best friend on who the mother was and how had she gotten him to bed her when Jon/Cersei ignored them and walked to check on the child.
It was definitely strange to see your own self, as a child, while in another person's body.
The baby Jon grabbed her finger, seeming to like it and proceeded to suck on it like a newborn would suck a teet.
She couldn't help it. She laughed.
Using her other hand she brushed the cheek of the younger version of her past life.
'I hope to all the gods, old and new, that this time I… he doesn't have to live through what I did.'
It was a stark reminder that he wasn't Jon Snow, or even Jaeharys Targaryen anymore. He wasn't even a he anymore.
'The things we do for the sake of the realm.'
"You seem a natural with children your grace." She didn't even notice Eddard Stark sneaking up on her.
"It seems so." She replied. Looking around she saw Robert speaking animatedly to Lord Greatjon Umber.
Making a quick decision she lowered her voice to just a whisper. "Keep him safe Lord Stark. There are many, my husband and my father included, who would do harm to him."
His eyes widened in shock before they settled to a cold poker face.
"What do you mean your grace?"
"You know what I mean. I shall tell no one. I do hope for your sake he looks like his mother rather than his father."
Turning around she walked off, Eddard Stark, no doubt with a look of shock on his face, staring at her back.
Eddard looked at his nep- no his son- and had a strange feeling that Cersei Lannister very much cared for him. He wondered why before moving to bring him to the ship that would take them to White Harbor, and then Home.
AN:
Sorry this took so long. My laptop broke and I've been focusing on gaming these quarantine months.
Reviews are welcome and suggestions wanted!
For future chapters I have Jonsei/Stannis, Jonsei/Robb, and Jonsei/Sansa interactions in mind.
