Wolf in Lion's Clothing

Chapter 5: Being a Queen

A/N: This is a month or so into Robert's reign. If there's any significant political machinations that Jonsei gets up to, I'll talk about it, but mostly this might be more of a story that stays away from the smaller stuff.

Jon/Cersei

She waited patiently for the whore to run out of sight. The comical look of shock on their faces always amused her. The part of her that was Cersei wanted to rage, to shout and slap Robert for bringing another whore to their bed. Jon clamped down on it, managing to temper the reaction down to a mere eye-roll. There hadn't been too many, just once or twice every two weeks. From the stories Jon had heard it seemed that Robert was banging whores left and right, two at a time every day. She wondered whether the lesser number had to do with the earliness of the marriage, or something that Jon's control of Cersei had done?

Ser Barristan had the honor to look ashamed. "Your grace… mayhaps you should leave the King alone for a while. I don't-" She simply smiled at him and entered the room.

She entered the royal chambers to behold the muscular Storm King pouring himself some wine. As he turned his head to see who had entered without permission, he looked visibly shamed to see her. "Ah" he said sheepishly.

"Ah indeed." She said with a face akin to the one Jon had frequently seen from the Lady Stark when he had done some mischievous thing. "You are the king and you may do as you like, but I must insist you don't fuck your whores in the royal chambers. There are plenty of other rooms in the keep." She said, a little too harshly for Jon's tastes but Cersei's instincts still held some sway.

Robert swirled the wine in his goblet for a little bit before downing the Arbor Gold, a gift from a Reach House that had attended the recent negotiations at the capital, in one swig. "Aye. You have the right of it there. My apologies."

And that was that. The relationship she had with Robert was a strange one to say the least. The enjoyment from the sex was tempered by Jon's discomfort, not enough to dissuade the new Cersei but enough to make the occasions less than what they should have been. 'Eh, as long as I get pregnant with his child the realm shall be fine. Besides, without them then Edric or Gendry might not exist."

Cersei stopped thinking then, the weight of her task rearing its head again. The possibility of lives never happening or deaths happening too early weighed heavily on the new Cersei's shoulders.

"I shall ask for a new bed for this room, with new sheets and everything. I'm not dense enough to let me and my wife sleep on this bed after... Well anyway I'll reserve one of the rooms near the gate, so you don't have to see them." Robert said, likely reading the expression on his wife's face as one of despair. "Why don't we take a ride through the Kingswood tomorrow? I've never seen you ride and I know that Renly's been itching to get out of the keep lately."

She nodded, glad that her husband provided some distraction for her.

"I like riding." She said with a sad smile. Jon hadn't rode as much as he had wanted to. There were days where riding through the Wolfswood with Robb had taken his mind off the Lady Stark's latest chastisement or one of Greyjoy's reminders of his bastardry. It all felt so long ago, a literal lifetime.

"Is there a reason you came to see me?" Robert asked, jolting her out of her stupor.

"Ah, yes. You need a Targaryen loyalist on your council. I recommend naming Lord Velaryon as Master of Ships."

"WHAT?! Are you mad woman?! Velaryon's practically a Targaryen himself! The only reason I haven't hung him is because Jon stopped me. And now you want me to name him to the Small Council?!" Robert's face reddened, a combination of alcohol and rage causing the color.

Cersei just rolled her eyes. "Fine then. Make a Hightower or Redwyne Master of Ships, or give the Dornish a seat. You just need a councillor that was against you in the war. It sends a message to all of Westeros that King Robert, the First of his name, titles, titles, is a merciful King who looks to the future and not to past enmities." She said in a voice that lilted as she went on. "Or at least that's what you want them to think." She said in a deadpan voice as she grabbed the pitcher and poured herself some of the wine from the Reach.

"Hmm. You make a good point" Robert conceded after some thought.

"Of course I did. I'm your Queen. I always make good points."

Robert chuckled a little before replying, "I was planning to give my brother Stannis Dragonstone and making him Master of Ships. Someone I trust will be watching the East, making sure those damned dragons don't come back, plus keeping an eye on the Velaryons and other Targaryen loyalists he'd be the liege of."

"He'd take it as a slight. Even I've heard of how he stood fast at Storm's End as the entire might of the Reach bared down on him. It's the ancestral home of your House, one he should inherit now as your oldest brother, and Dragonstone is a bleak rock without much in the way of resources and a constant reminder of his failure to catch Rhaella's children." She said without hesitation. A Stannis that didn't feel slighted by the "reward" that was Dragonstone would be one easier to work with. Additionally, Jon had grown to admire the dour and stern Stormlander King before his death. The man was unbending to a fault, but there was always a need for such men, especially with the coming wars.

"And another thing, Lannister men guard me, my father's men, while your lone Kingsgaurd shares your protection with Baratheon men. It should not last. We need to fill out the Kingsguard, it'll give houses more ties to the throne and make sure the men are loyal to… us." she said that last word carefully. Inwardly, she knew that now the Lannisters were not going to be the scourge of the realm, usurpers of the throne, but that didn't mean she wanted Lannister sycophants in every office.

"Ha. I bet you have a list of knights approved by your father?" The candidness of their relationship had developed quite naturally, with a Cersei that was not demure but stark with Robert, and a Robert that genuinely thought of her as both attractive and interesting, a change that did not fit well with the image of the cold relationship Jon had known they had in the previous life, all those years ago in Winterfell.

"He's given me a few options. But you should limit yourself to one knight from the Westerlands, then diversify your options. Keeping the Bold is a good start. Make him your Lord Commander. He's a Stormlander and someone who fought for the Mad King at the same time. Give positions to a man from the North, Riverlands, and Vale, then you can think of a few others. Give Dorne no consideration, they wouldn't want to protect you at all, but the Reach is a good place to find second or third sons." She said succinctly as she sat on the nearby chair.

"Hm, you're quite good at this you know? Advising me, I mean." He said after he mulled over her words. "Keep attending Small Council meetings. If you're there, I might be able to sit through the boring things more often. But-"

"Nothing in public. Yes of course, the realm should never get it into their heads that the King who rules them is ruled by his wife." She interjected sarcastically.

He chuckled a little before drinking more wine. He was still shirtless, so Cersei had been continuously staring at the chiseled abs of the warrior King. The Cersei part of her had settled in nicely with the more dominant Jon part, and it made her quite happy actually. The Cersei who had been absorbed by this stranger was a girl, who dreamed of becoming Queen and was frightened by a prophecy, one she dreaded with all her heart. She had been someone who lusted for power, and for Jaime.

The man who been thrust into her was a grown man, an accomplished leader both by ability and by right of blood, and someone who had fought otherworldly horrors that most would never think to see. He wanted nothing but to make a better world, a dream impossible without power. He may have wanted many things, but he also had the temperament and restraint to stop himself.

Besides having to forego the relationship with Jaime, the inner conflict was minimal, and the two personalities were starting to meld together as the days went on, Cersei deferring to Jon on most things, while still keeping some sway. This was the best course of action for the new Cersei, both aspects of her personality knowing that the older, more mature, strong-willed and battle-hardened Jon would win out in a battle of wills if it came to that, but also that such a battle would come at a large cost for her.

It was trivial things from there for the rest of the day. Cersei had to deal with some bickering servants, settling some dealings with a few feuding lords (She didn't dare approach either Bracken or Blackwood, both Lords still in the city currying favor and influence. Jon didn't have the balls Robb did when he betrothed their children together.), but she spent a long time on a conversation with Lord Arryn.

"You want Hoster Tully as Master of Coin? Out of the question. He's much too high profile and his heir is only a boy, he wouldn't be able to leave Riverrun!" She all but exclaimed. They were in the Queen's Solar, as she had been taken to calling, a good-sized waiting room where she liked to have her meetings. A servant had mentioned that it used to be the dressing room of the Princess Elia Martell and Jon had latched onto the idea of the mother of his siblings a little, renovating it only minorly. The desk was solid oak, and the room had a mix of Lannister splendor and Dornish silks.

"Well I'm not going to allow Robert to name your Father Master of Coin." He said a little snarkily.

She smiled a little as she poured him some wine. "I doubt my father would settle for anything less than Hand of the King." There was a pregnant silence before she spoke up again. "Lord Lefford, of the Golden Tooth."

Jon Arryn's head perked up a bit. "Hmmm. Good House, has a good head on his shoulders, and his son is nearly grown. All the gold under that castle must keep his mind for sums sharp enough. Good choice… But still a Lannister man." He said in an accepting tone until that last statement.

"The council is short of Lannister men, and in exchange I'll let you have Royce for Master of Laws." She bargained. The Bronze Lord's mind was still sharp, and it meant a Vale Lord of considerable influence would have a seat. Cersei had blocked the appointment initially, knowing that she'd need a bargaining chip to get a loyal person as Master of Coin. Lefford would live for years, and she'd do her best to make sure that Littlefinger had little reason to leave the barren rock his keep was on.

"Hmmm. Fine. Royce and Lefford then. Any thoughts on Ships?" He questioned, after taking a sip of the Dornish Wine. A few barrels of Elia's were kept in the Keep and the Queen decided to make use of them for use in meetings and her own pleasure.

"I spoke to my husband about making Velaryon Master of Ships, but he had a mind to make Stannis Lord of Dragonstone and give him the seat. I managed to talk him out of it I believe."

"Stannis as Lord of Dragonstone? Gods that man would have been dour to the end of his days if he did that. Still, him as Master of Ships wouldn't be a bad idea. The Stormlander Fleet grew thanks to him and he has that new smuggler knight of his to advise him." He hummed.

"A Westerlander, a Valeman, and the King's own brother? Seems we're a little short on a position for a loyalist then." She mused aloud. It was Arryn's idea to push for a loyalist member of the Small Council but she had agreed with it. Now she also realized they might not just have enough seats.

"Perhaps. Let's leave the seat for Master of Ships empty for the moment. I've had Stannis organizing the Royal Fleet, or at least what's left of it, if he takes a liking to it, we might as well give it to him." He stood up and bowed, kissing the hand she outstretched, "A pleasure, as always your Grace."

She curtsied and saw him out the door. There was nothing else on schedule for today, and she was feeling a little… tired, so she decided to head to her royal chambers, after the first few whores started showing up, she had reserved a room for herself, the old room of Rhaella Targaryen. As the maids pulled the dress off of her, she shooed them away.

Now alone, the Jon part of her smiled, while the Cersei part just rolled her eyes. Taking off her smallclothes, she started to caress her body, letting all the tension and stress of the day pour out of her. As her hands drifted lower and lower, she felt all the tingling sensations. This body was both new and familiar, exhilarating and normal, all at the same time.

"My lady do you need anything of m-?" a head peeped through the door. Turning, Cersei saw that her newest handmaiden had decided to just interrupt her "exploration".

"Well, you might as well come in" She said in a voice that let off some of Cersei's natural rage.

"My-my apologies your Grace. I was just- I just wanted to." She stuttered looking down.

"You wanted to get into my good graces as fast as possible, following what you're your Lord brother asked of you. However, you should know that patience is a virtue in the eyes of the gods Alyce." The young Riverlander noble looked up, before seeing her Queen's naked body prompted her to start blushing, and she looked down again, with her face red.

Cersei raised an eyebrow at this. The Mallister noble was here at her request. She was young, beautiful, and a sister of one of the most prominent Riverlander Lords, her younger brother rode with Brandon Stark and died at the capital. All this interested Cersei. But she also seemed… interested.

Stepping forwards, the time traveler lifted the maid's head with her hand softly. "Do you… like what you see?".

"You-Your grace?" she whispered disbelievingly.

'Now this is a perk I didn't think I'd get.' Jon thought. He wouldn't complain about a chance to fuck a girl again, while Cersei was more than curious enough to encourage the behavior, and it's not like they had a chance of getting pregnant.

Leaning in, the kiss started softly, before the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms started to dominate her handmaiden's tongue. Not wishing to be outdone, the Mallister noble pushed back with some force, and both found themselves drawn to the Queen's bed, the simple Riverlander dress being easy enough to discard. As the two started to intwine, Cersei couldn't help but inwardly rejoice.

'It's good to be the Queen.' Jon smiled.

That's it for this Chapter

Been thinking about Jonsei starting to form a sort of girl group of her own, sort of paralleling Robert's whoring. Also, this is literally the most popular story I have, which I never expected tbh. Although maybe I should have expected the story most porn-like to be more popular.

I won't update regularly, but a new update might grace your screens once in a while. Ciao