Chapter 33: Castamere

Ellyn Reyne POV

Ellyn was sitting in the garden of Castamere, her father's house, from which, it was possible to see the Sea of Sunset, and the rising of the sun in the distance.

Castamere wasn't big as Castely Rock but still a great Castel with a lot of rooms under it, and this garden, despite being a small one it was pleasant.

It had been almost three weeks since she last received news from Jaime, and the only thing she knew of was what the imp, his brother, informed her because the messengers were sent to the court, and she wasn't there because she didn't want to see the king and stay there when Jaime wasn't.

She could not help but admit that this worried her, in fact, every time Jaime left for a war she was worried to lose him. And at the thought of losing him, Ellyn didn't even want to think about it.

Yet, there was a time when she hated him so much and was indifferent to his death, but now she wanted him back in her arms, and so he can hold her and kiss her, and make love.

Caressing her belly, which was growing, Ellyn heard "My lady. May I join you?" and turning around she saw that it was Myrcella all smiling, wearing a dark long dress and loose hair. Truly a beauty, just like her mother, though there was also a resemblance to the great deer in her. And since her son went to the capital, they only remained.

"Of course. Sit next to me," Ellyn replied, waving towards the other chair next to her.

"It is a magnificent sight, Your Grace," said Myrcella. "As well as is the garden."

"Yes. It's not as big as the one in Castely Rock or in any of the other castles in Westeros, but it's pleasant," Ellyn replied. Since she was a child, she loved this garden, and remembering those moments she spent with her father, here, they brought tears to her eyes, and she immediately wiped them away with her hand. She was the red lioness, and future queen of the Kingdom of the Rock, she can't show weakness.

"Your Grace, are you all right?" Myrcella asked concerned.

"Yes, just old memories returning," she smiled, "you don't need to call me Your Grace, Myrcella. I'm not the queen yet. You may call me Lady Ellyn if you like, or mother, even though I know you already have a mother. A great mother."

"Did you know my mother?" Myrcella asked, curiously enough.

"Yes. In my youth, the lioness of Castely Rock and I were very close friends, and for a short time, I was her lady in waiting. You know, she was called the Light of the West, and she was considered the most beautiful girl in Westeros, by the Bards and almost by every lord. And everyone was surprised when the king married her to the Prince of Storm's End, your father." She also remembered how the lioness wept and begged her father not to send her to the other kingdom, but the king would not listen."

"Was it the distance that caused the end of your friendship?"

"No, it was another reason," she said, sipping from the cup. She did not want to tell Myrcella that truth, for she did not know how much she knew about that story, and she wouldn't want that to shock her, or worse.

"Is it because of my Uncle Jaime?" she asked, and Ellyn understood that the princess knew more than she thought she did, and consequently perhaps the truth about her brother, Joffrey, and this was a great danger for her future.

"Yes. How much do you know about that story, Myrcella?" Ellyn asked, placing the goblet on the coffee table nearby.

"Only rumours," she answered, looking down. "Is it true that Joffrey is my uncle's son, and not my father's, the king?" And here comes the truth.

Sighing and looking towards her ring, the one that belonged to her mother, a lion with a red ruby inside his mouth, Ellyn replied, "Yes, he is your mother and Jaime's son. He was conceived shortly before she left. She informed Jaime only after he was already born, and when we got just married. But you are your father's daughter, Myrcella, don't worry." She didn't want to tell her, yet, that she was the only true-born child of King Robert and Queen Cersei, and therefore the only legitimate heir to the Stormy Throne. That was the first reason why Tywin Lannister married her and Gerion.

Myrcella nodded, with a small smile, and after some silence in which they tasted that morning freshness coming from the sea, Myrcella asked, "Did you love my uncle when you married him?"

"No," replied Ellyn, "I hated him deeply at first. Him and his father," remembering that moment when she was forced to marry the Prince of Castely Rock, after almost losing everything. He was the most charming young man of the kingdom at the time, and he still was.

"And why did you hate him?" Myrcella asked, looking towards her, seriously, and intrigued. Ellyn did not want to tell her those bad times of her life, but seeing the girl's insistent look, a look inherited from her mother, giving when she wanted something, sighing, she agreed to tell her, her story.

"As you well know, House Lannister prides itself on its wealth from the great gold mines it possesses under Castely Rock and throughout its Kingdom. I was the daughter of Roger Reyne, Lord of Castamere, and my House was one of the most powerful in this kingdom after the royal one, and also one of the richest," said Ellyn, stopping for a moment to take a breath, because she felt the anguish rising and taking control when she mentioned her father and her family. Drinking another sip from her tea of herbs, for her pregnancy, Ellyn continued, "My house, because of his wealth, also possessed a great army, almost twenty thousand men, if they were all armed, but nevertheless my father has always been loyal to the King, as has our house, fighting in every war the King wanted, against neighboring kingdoms that tried to cross the borders. But kings don't like when their vassals become so rich that they could rival them."

"That's every king's nightmare, that one of his vassals has more power than he does," commented Myrcella, and Ellyn thought she was a clever woman.

"Yes, but the Stormlands is lucky for none of its vassals is richer and more powerful than its king. And that depends on the King."

"Indeed, your grace," replied Myrcella, reusing her title.

"Anyway, do you know what your grandfather did so that none of his vassals, as long as they were rich, would dare challenge him?"

"He has crushed your House," replied Myrcella, almost whispering, and lowering her head, perhaps thinking she had not heard.

"That's right. Crashed. He made false evidence against my father, and with an army marched on Castamere. He certainly thought my father would dread to see the great army amassed outside the walls, but my father was not an easy man to intimidate, and I saw it all from the window of the tower of the old Great Hall. The battle against the Crown was tough, and despite the arrival of our allies, the Tarbeck, the king managed to enter the castle, because of some traitor inside. Prince Jaime at that time only a sixteen-year-old boy was the one who led the charge through the gates, in his golden armour and the lion helm on his head, fighting as ferociously as the lion he was, and entering the palace heading straight toward my father after an arduous duel". Ellyn still remembered that day when she remembered the great fight between her father and Jaime. The Red Lion was strong and a very good warrior, but Jaime, despite his youth, he was another thing. Fast, graceful, lethal. He had already a great reputation at the age of sixteen years as the best swordsman, and knight of the Kingdom.

"My lady, if it pains you to speak of that episode, don't," Myrcella said, reaching out her hand, and Ellyn smiled, holding it.

"My father surrendered when the traitor who opened the gates took me from the palace with a knife at my throat. King Tywin Lannister took more than half of Castamere's wealth and three-quarters of my soldiers were forced to fight for him. Even though they only do it because I'm married to Jaime. However," he continued, "my father was defeated, taken prisoner with my brother and taken to Castely Rock, where they were executed. I, the last member of House Reyne, was forced to marry the Crown Prince because the king knew that in order for the soldiers not to rebel, or the people to revolt, he had to unite the two greatest families of the kingdom. And our firstborn would have been named Lord of Castamere until he will be King."

"And the traitor?"

"Jaime killed him, when he and some other, kidnaped. I remember that's men face even now," she said and every time, cursing him, in her mind.

"Did he…"

"No," she said, knowing very well what she asked. "Jaime saved me in time. But when I was kidnaped, I…." She started crying because she couldn't give voice to that. That she lost her first child because no one had known about that. Not the King, neither Jaime, and she knows that if she had told him, he would have blamed himself for not having found her sooner.

"Your grace," Myrcella called her in a soft voice, and trying to get up, but she holds her hand up to stop.

After she had calmed, and cleaning her tears, Myrcella, in a soft and hesitant way asked, "But why didn't your father marry you to the prince first?"

"Because he made an oath in his youth to someone who had saved his life to marry one of his daughters, and since I was the only daughter, it was my fate. And my betrothed was secretly a ward of my father's, and so we became very close to each other."

"Who was he?"

"It doesn't matter now because he's dead too. Killed by the king, but he was a powerful highborn, with great influence," she answered, not really wanting to recover that memory. But after all these years, Ellyn still wonders why his family never comes to beat Tywin in the ass. Are they afraid of the King's power and cruelty or are they only waiting for the right moment?

"And how was the love between you and my uncle born?"

"In time," she chuckled, "I realized that he is not like his father, but only a loyal son who wants to please his father. But that doesn't mean that in the first days of our marriage, I didn't try to kill him. I tried so many times that I lost count, but I think that that made him even more excited, and make him fall in love with me. My temper of defiance is what he liked the most, I think."

"What about the wedding night?"

"Like yours, but I was younger than you, and despised it even more. And I hated the king even more, for that I felt as the worst humiliation, having been done in the presence of all the lords of the kingdom." And she finished her cup of tea, adding, "Those fucking bastards."

"I feel the same way. Even though I liked it," Myrcella said, avoiding her gaze, and blushing, perhaps because of the embarrassment and admission of that. "And I felt safe in his arms."

Ellyn laughing said, "Don't be ashamed for enjoying that moment, Myrcella, despite the pigs who were present. The second time I did it with Jaime, I liked it too, like you. In fact, I loved it and we did it many times after that, and not only at the castle. But that was after two years of marriage when I hated him, and he kept wooing me."

"And... Hmm...Where... Never mind," Myrcella said, blushing even more, but Ellyn, knowing perfectly what she wanted to ask, said without shame, "In a cave on the beach near Castamere. I used to go there with my brother, and sometimes your mother and Jaime would join us when your grandmother visited the castle. There was a beautiful cliff next to it. Anyway, that day I followed Jaime to the cave and saw him naked entering the water, as there is a very clear spring there." And remembering that, Ellyn feels the heat rising from her core and a bit embarrassed too, while Myrcella laughed, because of the story.

"And how did he woo you, Your Grace?"

"He started first with flowers, one for each day, and then he won a tourney for me. The tourney of Lannisport, precisely, crowning me as his Queen of Love and Beauty. I was of course still resentful of him, but my heart was beginning to melt, for him, and without, I was falling in love with him" chuckled Ellyn remembering the day of the tourney as well. She was seventeen, he 19, long hair, shining armour, and the brave golden lion on his helmet. He unhorsed the young Gregor Clegane on the last joust by making him fall to the ground. She was sure the young Ser was ready to kill Jaime if only he wasn't the king's son, and there weren't 50 guards ready to defend their prince. Glancing toward Myrcella, Ellyn saw that she didn't stop smiling. She knew how the young maidens were excited to see the young knights winning tournaments and hoping they would crown them.

"And was it good the second time?" Myrcella asked, intrigued.

"Yes. It was perfect. We inside the cave, and the sun shining on us. At first, our sex was rough in that cave, because of the great tension. We were two lions after all, but then it became gentler. And when I was 19, I got pregnant with Gerion."

Ellyn saw how Myrcella blushed, even more, when she mentioned her son. The girl was very much in love with him, and Ellyn was happy about that, but she doubted Gerion's intentions.

"You know when my son was born, I thought he would be my perfect weapon of vengeance against the king. But I was wrong."

"Why?" Myrcella asked, getting serious.

"Because Tywin Lannister made him in his own shadow. Since the son did not equal his father's cruel expectations, he tried with his nephew. And he succeeded," replied Ellyn, feeling the tears come down, again. At that moment Myrcella did something that Ellyn never thought she could do, and that does not befit a lady. He embraced her. And she hugged him back.

"I'm sure the prince is not a bad man," she said, although Ellyn did not know whether it was to reassure her, or herself.

"Oh, my dear girl. I know he's not a bad man, too. But he's neither like Jaime," she said bitterly. Ellyn would have preferred him to be more like his father than his grandfather, and now he wants to use also her little girls as a bargaining chip in his lust for power.

"How long do you think it will take until I get pregnant?" Myrcella asked, and Ellyn was surprised by this question, as she never expected it.

"Only the Seven know, Myrcella," she answered, caressing her cheek.

"I miss my mother," she said looking down.

"I know," Ellyn said, "And I'm sure she miss you too. Now let's go back to the palace. I think we will soon be having lunch," Ellyn said, getting up, and starting to head for the Keep.

Arianne Martell POV

Arianne was on her way to her father's room to see how he was doing before preparing for the feast this evening and meeting her suitors.

As she entered, she saw he was on the balcony, and said, "Good morning, Father."

He turned to her and looking at her belly, which was already showing, said, "I see your bastard is growing inside you."

"Come on, Father. We both know this child is not bastard. After all, this is what you wanted when you made the alliance with the Tyrells, isn't it?" Then sitting on the bed, and caressing her belly, she said, "But even if he was a bastard, as my child, he would still be the future Prince or Princess of Dorne, after me," she said as she kept caressing her belly.

"Do you really think Dorne will follow a bastard as a Prince?" he replied laughing. A very rare thing for him to do considering he was always serious and calm. And it seems he didn't pay any attention to what she said about her baby.

"As I told you before, he's not a bastard, Father," she said standing up and approaching him. "If I'm not mistaken once you have married by proxy, and then, the couple lies together then the marriage is confirmed. As a result, the child is no longer a bastard."

"You have no proof that he is Willas Tyrell's child and not your lover´s," said her father calmly, and though he did not say the name, she knew he was talking about Daemon.

" I do, father. This child was conceived when the Prince of Reach was in Dorne, or precisely in the cave where I healed him."

" Oh, what a caring woman you are," he said, in a mocking way.

She started laughing, and then continued, "So you see, I'm doing just what you wanted, on my own condition, of course. I'm bearing the future of the two kingdoms without losing my throne."

Doran started laughing again, and she looked at him confusedly. Shaking his head, he said, "If you think the old dowager queen of thorns will accept your bastard, you're wrong."

"The reach will fall soon, and when my child grows up, he will reclaim his father's throne with Dorne's army and the rebels to support him, and he will also avenge his father," she said, heading towards the door but stopped when she heard her father ask, "What have you done to Quentin?".

"Nothing. He ran away," and left the room. As she was walking down the corridor towards her rooms to prepare, she met her Uncle Oberyn.

"The suitors will soon arrive for the feast, but I will have to leave Sunspear, to see who we can trust, and in what state is the army of the lords whose loyalty I doubt. While I'm gone, don't let your guard down. Your brother will strike soon. And anyway, my daughters and Ellaria are here."

"Any news of him?" Arianne asked.

"No," replied the viper of Dorne and then left.

She made her way to her rooms.

Once ready, dressed in a seductively way, and with jewels on her, Arianne made her way towards the great hall.

Upon entering she saw the sons of the lords of Dorne, or rather the more important ones, and also some foreign dignitaries, with a lot of women also present. What immediately caught her attention was an attractive young man with long blond hair, wearing a red tunic and the emblem of the Golden Lion on his chest. Lannister. It seems the king is trying another way to conquer and rule Dorne.

"This is getting more and more interesting," thought Arianne, grinning.

"Princess Arianne, it's about time you showed up," said Ser Gerold Dayne, greeting her, "The feast was getting too boring for my taste with all these guests. We needed a beautiful face to distract us."

"Ser Gerold. It's a pleasure to have you here. I didn't know you were a lover of this kind of feast so early after all your domain is the night."

The knight did not answer, but he burst out laughing. As her father always said, Darkstar is Dorne's most dangerous man, and because of that, she intended to have him as an ally.

While she was greeting those who were present, Arianne did not lose sight of Ser Gerald, who was having conversations with everyone present, about everything, and occasionally he gave her glances and smirks.

She couldn't admit that he was a very attractive man, with collar-length thick silver hair, divided by a streak of midnight black, purple eye, high cheekbones, and a clean shave face. And he was highborn enough to make a worthy consort. But still was a lot different than Willas.

Daemon always warned her about him and how much he lusted after her. 'He is a jealous and envious man, Arianne. He is jealous of his brother Arthur who is a famous knight and a Kingsguard in the North, and he is jealous of me because I have won your heart. He is more a viper than your uncle ever was. Prince Oberyn could see that he was poison. It's just a pity that he never got around to killing him.'

These words keep always ringing in her head every time she sees Darkstar, and she was sure if she marries him, he will kill her baby, to make space for his, as ruler of Dorne.

Shaking her head to get Gerold out of her head as a future consort, Arianne approached the young lion and said, "You are a long way from home, young man." This caught his attention, and bowing and taking her hand he said, "Ser Lancel of House Lannister. Son of Ser Kevan Lannister, master of the law of the kingdom of the Rock and brother to the king."

Now it got even more interesting. The nephew of the mighty King, Tywin of House Lannister, in a pit of snake If King Tywin wants to play, she's ready to play.

"Tell me Ser Lancel, what brings you to my kingdom and so far from yours?" she asked as they made their way out of the hall, and towards the balcony as the music keep going.

"We have heard that you are looking for a future consort and my uncle the king is eager to unite our great House. Dorne and The Rock together will be unstoppable. "

"A very tempting offer, Ser," replied Arianne with a smile, even though she had a very different thought. The boy was a very bad liar, and if he thought that this way he would be convincing in Dorne, he was wrong.

"Tell me, Ser. How old are you?"

"17, Your Grace," he answered, and she stood on the balcony of the hall, placing the chalice on the ledge.

"And tell me. Have you ever been with a woman before?" she asked, intrigued, and seeing him blush and look down, the answer was definitely no. A Virgin so. Very interesting. It's something rare in this world at that age.

Now there was another curiosity that she had to ask him. Sipping from her goblet of water, she asked, "What do you think of the bastards, Ser? Dorne doesn't condemn them, do you?"

"The bastards are evil and deserve to die and suffer. The Great Septon condemns the bastards, as well as the one who brought this abomination to the world," replied the young lion cub, trying to sound confident, but not even he believed it or understood what he was saying. Yet this confirmed the fact that he would kill her child on behalf of his uncle the king. "I can see that you are with child, your grace, and should you accept my proposal, there is no room in the world for that abomination."

Now she was furious for him to call her baby abomination and turned her gaze towards the moon, which she saw many times during her time in the cave when she was only Nymeria, and when she was late returning to the palace. Willas Tyrell must also be looking at the moon or and he must have already been claimed by the stranger.

"I afraid you are not the right choice for my kingdom. Ser Lancel," she said as she turned to him, "Especially because of how you had called my child an abomination, only because it may be a bastard."

" What, Your Grace?"

"I think there's no need to pretend anymore because we both know why you're really here. The king wants to use you for a marriage with me, that is true," she said, and swallowing, she continued, "Then after I have given you a male heir, he will make me disappear under mysterious circumstances, and make you the Lord of Dorne, only as his puppet, for he knows that I will never bend to him."

"Your Grace..." But she stopped him by raising her hand.

"I have not finished. Dorne's future is the child I carry. Whether he's a bastard or not. Whether he's a boy or a girl. And since he is my firstborn, if he is born, he will be Prince of Dorne."

"I..." he tried to say something, but having nothing to say, he left the balcony and the Great Hall, with his tail between his legs.

"You told him, Arianne," said Tyena, chuckling. Arianne chuckled too, even though she pissed a lion, and then went back inside to continue the feast and get to know the other suitors better.

Harrold Harding POV

It had been a month since his duel for the throne, the coronation and since that whore of Lysa Tully and her bastard fled, and hid who knows where waiting for Tywin Lannister to attack the Valley with Littlefinger at his side, and maybe hoping that the Old Lion will put her bastard on the throne again.

Harry's unleashed most of his men in search of that whore and he's even set a reward for anyone who brings her back to the Eyre, preferably alive. Both, her and her bastard.

But in addition to that, he has also worked hard to begin building the defenses of this kingdom in the Valley, keeping a great eye on the borders of the Riverlands.

"So, Harry, what are you thinking of so intensely?" he heard Ysilla ask, from the bed, while he was looking at the map of his kingdom, planning the defensive deployment for the troops.

"I intend to form an alliance with the Mountain Clans to fight on my side when King Tywin arrives, or the bitch Tully, returns," he said.

"The Mountain clans? But they are wildlings, who hate the lords of the valley and do not trust them," she said, getting up, and approaching him with the sheet around her body. They had just made love and dawn was coming, but Harry could not sleep, knowing that sooner or later he may lose his kingdom.

"In difficult times we have to make of our closest enemies, our best friends, and the Clans will be if they have a common goal with us." He knows that this alliance will not be easy to build for both parts. Hell, even he hates them, because of every man, woman, and children they killed and village that they raided, but he is willing to put aside the hate and differences for a common goal, and the protection of this kingdom.

"And how do you intend to gain their alliance?" Ysilla asked, hugging him from behind as they looked at the map.

"We will give them better weapons than the one they have and show them that if the kingdom falls into enemy hands, they have more to lose than to win," he answered, feeling her hand starting to move down towards his cock.

"Manipulation," she said, sliding her hand into his pants, and kissing him on the neck, but he stopped her, confusing her for sure.

"Yes. But now I have more important things to do that take me away from this duty," he said, seeing the anger that was about to unleash on her face.

"Duty!?" she said, angry, with her hands on her hips. But Harry didn't answer, leaving the room to head out to the yard for some training and to clear his head before heading to the small council.

When he got there, he saw that there were no men training yet, there was only him, so he took a sword and began to train with the dummies who were there.

After about an hour or so of training, he saw some men starting to gather in the yard and saw his cousin and best friend, Ser Roland Waynwood, saying, "Apparently that dummy gives you more trouble than a real soldier, your grace." And Harry chuckled at his comment.

"Perhaps you wish for a more worthy opponent," he added, and Harry took up his position, with a smirk on his lips.

Harry had trained so many times in the past with his cousin, that he could predict almost every move he made, but he knew Roland was a great knight, and if he wasn't the only son of Ser Morton Waynwood.

After this short but intense sparing they headed towards the bench where they poured some water to quench their thirst.

"You know Harry, now that you're a king you need a new Kingsguard," said Rolland, and Harry nodded, drinking from his cup. In fact, ever since he was crowned, the former Kingsguard had died while trying to make the bitch and her bastard escape.

" Do you have any suggestions in that regard?" Harry asked. He had some in mind, but it was good to hear other suggestions as well.

"Well, my suggestions are, Ser Robar and Ser Wymar Royce, Ser Marwyn Belmore, Ser Marq Grafton, my uncle Wallace, and there are many other good knights ready to protect their King," Roland said, with his hand on the hilt of the sword.

"Too many Royce, don't you think? The lords will say I favor that House too much. Lord Royce is the hand of the king, his daughter is my queen and mother of the future king when he will be conceived. I don't think the others will like that very much."

"I'm sure you'll find a way, to make them accept. Anyway, these are the best in the Valley and Royce is the most influential. Do you already know how many Kingsguard do you want?"

"Not yet. But I think Seven, or nine. I have yet to decide, and I will do so based on the candidates," Harry replied. "Anyway, now I need to head to the council.

"Good. Well, then I'll leave you and go and train with the soldiers."

Harry chuckled and headed inside, towards the room of the Small Council to discuss the most important things of the kingdom, and of course, inform them about his Kingsguard.

Upon entering, all the members were already assembled.

Yohan Royce, the Hand of the King sat at the right of the King. Sometimes the hand would sit on the King's chair when he was not present, as he was making decisions on his behalf.

But this was mainly when Littlefinger was the hand of the King. Now Harry intended to attend every meeting, especially considering that the kingdom is on the edge, from what they discovered.

Lord Gerold Grafton, was the Master of the Fleet, already previously in charge of this position, and that Harry confirmed it nevertheless, since Gulltown is an important Port of his kingdom and his House was a very important and influent one, and with a large fleet. His loyalty is unquestionable to House Arryn, but like many here he hated that bitch and her lover.

Lord Eon Hunter was the Master of Coin, though Harry knew that Hunter wanted to marry the bitch Lysa Tully after King Jon's death. But considering that the Lord is already old and will soon die, he will not hold this position for long and when the time comes, he will put someone more trustworthy.

Lady Anya Waynwood was the Master of Law as well as the only woman on the council who sat at his left, and who he trusted her very much because his house is sworn to House Waynwood, and he has been ward of Lady Anya.

"My Lords," greeted Harry them, taking his place.

"Your Grace," greeted him the lords.

"I see you've already started," said Harry. "Any news of Lysa Tully and her bastard?"

"Not yet, but sure she' s heading towards the kingdom of her father, King Hoster," replied Royce.

Harry nodded, and then said, "I have chosen the members of the Kingsguard and I hope it will be approved by the council."

"It certainly will be, your grace," replied Royce. "But can we know their names and the families to whom they belong?"

"Of course, my lord," replied Harry with a smile, "Two are your sons, Lord Royce. Robar and Wymar." And he saw Royce's surprised face, and if he didn't have to keep the king's mask and disrespect him, he would had burst out laughing.

"You honour me, Your Grace," said Royce, and what a great honour, thought Harry smirking. His daughter Queen of the Valley, he Hand of the King, and two of his sons, Members of the Kingsguard. But considering that he is an influential and respected man, it is better to keep him close.

"Who are the other members?" asked Lady Anya.

"Well, your son, Ser Wallace, is one of them, my Lady, if he accepts, then there's Ser Marwyn Belmore, Ser Marq Grafton, Ser Creighton Redfort, and of course, Ser Mandon Moore." And with his last name Harry shocked everyone, because they had a surprised face he'd never seen before.

"Mando Moore?" Royce asked, "But Your Grace. He is a dangerous man, and he shouldn't be trusted."

"This is true, Lord Hand. "He can give that thought because his face gave no hint as to what he might do next, and therefore, they may think that he is always plotting. But he is a skilled Knight and duty is his life. I think he can be trusted," said Harry, even though deep down he knew that no man could be completely trusted. "However, in addition regarding the members of the Kingsguard, I wanted to inform you that I intend to form an alliance with the King Jon of house Stark, and also with Mountains Clans, and there is no room of opposition on the matter. But I want you to choose the lords who will accompany me for this meeting, which has not yet been decided when it is to take place."

The council was quietly stunned by his decision, and he knew that if he had given them the possibility to choose they would have refused the alliance with the Mountains Clans. Even though he doesn't know what they will also think about the alliance with the North.

"I leave you to decide on it, and at the next meeting of the Small Council, you will communicate to me the names of those lords who will accompany me," said Harry, leaving the room to go to his study. He needs to summon the knights who will be members of the Kingsguard.

Cersei Lannister POV

"What other secret plans have the King entrusted you with, Master?" Cersei asked Master Robert, her former lover. After the meeting of the Small Council at which he was absent, Cersei immediately went to his study, suspecting that he was doing something secret on behalf of her son. Not that she did not agree with it, but she wanted to be aware of everything anyway.

"No one, Your Grace," he replied, continuing his experiments on the body, which Cersei did not even understand, but according to her, were for the good of the realm.

She could not but admit that she missed those wild nights when they made love together and awaken in his arms.

"I need to find myself a new lover, Master Robert, and considering that you know the young men of the court very well, having treated them from their wounds as Master, I would like your advice on this," said Cersei suddenly with a smirk on her lips, trying to understand whether or not he will be jealous in this regard. Not that she would give a shit about it.

"Well, it depends on what you are looking for, Your Grace," he said calmly without looking up, and consequently she couldn't read his eyes, whether he was indifferent or not. "There is Lord Bryce of House Caron, a very important house in the Kingdom, who has no heirs, and other family members who will object to this secret affair. Then there's his bastard brother, Ser Rolland Storm, a Kingsguard. He is strong, and a lot of women say that. He is also strong and very gifted." This was interesting. This Kingsguard are breaking their vows to lie with women. She will use this for the future when Stannis Baratheon or her father threatens Joff's legitimacy and his kingdom, and of course, shall the Kingsguard want to turn sides.

"How do you know?" she asked intrigued. From what her spies told her, Robert, like her, hasn't been with a woman since they fought and broke up. Could her spies be lying to her?

"If you want someone very young, then there is Ser Alyn Estermont," Robert said, only to stop and look towards her. "But with all due respect, Your Grace. I don't fucking know who you'd like to fuck. I think you can have any man or woman of this kingdom if you want. Everyone would want to be the Dowager Queen's lover."

Cersei smirked. It seems he was jealous but didn't want to show it. Of course, she can't blame him. Until recently, he had a chance to fuck the most beautiful woman in the world and the Queen of Stormlands, and now he has to advise her on her next lover.

But for the Seven if he was a great temptation, with his hair in a bun, his face shaved, and she would love for him to take her right in this study as he did a long time ago.

"I think I will choose Ser Rolland," she said, lying of course, and approaching the table. He seems a strong, lusty man," she whispered sensually, adding, "Surely he will succeed in giving me unimaginable pleasures."

"Oh, I'm sure Your Grace. The woman I was with yesterday confirmed it..."

"What did you say?" she asked confusedly, thinking she heard wrong.

"That I confirm you of his giftnes. The whore I was with yesterday praised his performance," he said, placing his instruments, and turning to her.

She was sure he was bluffing, for no whore would boast of another man with a customer, and her spies confirmed to her that he had not been with whores.

"Canthara, a delight from Lys if I' m not mistaken, with honey-blonde long hair and dark eyes, and she is a great expert in those arts, but..."

"You're lying!" she said angrily.

"What, Your Grace?" he asked, trying to sound confused, but she could read it very well, and she could see how much she is right.

"You haven't been with any whore. I would have known."

"I don't think Her Grace knows everything that goes on in the kingdom. You didn't know that the king helped The Reach by sending Wildfire, or of his plans to marry Princess Margery Tyrell. So you don't even know what I do in my private moments."

"You're a liar," she insisted, looking him in the eye, feeling the jealousy grow.

"You know, she's a screamer when she's taken from behind," Robert said, starting to write in his damn book, "and I'm sure everyone who's heard her will confirm it."

"I hope she sucked you good," she said, gritting her teeth and angry. She was furious that he had been with someone else.

"Oh, don't worry, Your Grace. She made me feel things that no one before have ever did," he said, and that made her angrier. "Now if you please excuse me, I have a lot of work to do for the kingdom."

"Make my moan tea, Master, I will fuck a lot," she and he nodded without looking at her.

Cersei gave him a mortal glance and left the master's study. Once outside, in the hallway, she said to the guard who was accompanying her, "Find this whore Canthara, and bring me her head," and then headed for where her son should be. It was time to think about the heirs of the house and force him to look for a wife as the Kingdom of the Reach as well as his royal family were about to fall.

When he reached the king's study, she saw that there was no Kingsguard at the door, and on entering she saw that there was no one inside. At that moment he saw a servant come in and asked, "Where is the king?"

"On Durran's Point with Lady Windsdel of King's Landing, Your Grace."

Apparently, her son has decided to find himself another wife. Of course, Cersei would have preferred another lady by his side, one from Stormlands or Westerlands, one that could bring more support from that land and this kingdom or one that she could control, but this lady should go too. After all, her father was the governor of the great city of King's Landing, and that will be Joffrey's capital as soon as he becomes King of the Seven Kingdoms. Having this woman as queen will give him easier access and control over that region and that city. After all, there are plenty of people living in there who can be recruited and forced to fight for him.

But what is certain is that Cersei will need to find more information about her.