It was quiet in the great hall except for the munching of the few people in it, at the top table sat, Tommen and Mycella, the youngest two children of Queen Cersie and King Robert. They sat in companionable silence as they ate; aware of the eyes of the few people in the room watching them, wondering probably what was going through their minds at the news the night before of an older brother they had known nothing about until now.

Tommen glanced at his sister wondering just what was going through her mind at the words their father had uttered the night before, he himself was unsure how he felt about a new big brother and wondered what she felt.

He could already guess what Joffrey's reaction would be, their elder brother could be a disagreeable vicious sod at the best of times and Tommen knew that the next few days if not weeks was going to be hard, he dreaded the tantrums that he was sure would be coming their way if not from Joffrey, then certainly from their mother.

However, the curious side of his nature wanted to get to know this new brother they had gained, this Jon, from what he had seen of him in the days before the last night's disastrous feast, and that had not been much, he had seemed a quiet and solemn boy. He had seen him with three of his then younger siblings, but they were now his younger cousins and he had liked the interaction he had seen between them, the warmness he had seen in Jon's eyes when he had interacted with them, with Arya, Bran and Rickon.

A warmness that had never been in Joffrey's eyes when he had had anything to do with Tommen and their sister, no Joffrey was nothing like their new brother Jon, Tommen decided and he hoped that although they had only a father in common that they could be close, just like Jon was to his cousins.

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Joffrey moved swiftly through the corridors from the rooms where he had been quartered towards the great hall, he was oozing anger, anger not just at the idiots to be found in the north but especially at the biggest idiot of them all, the useless drunk that had fathered him, the king, Robert Baratheon.

He could not believe that the buffoon had and could cause so much anguish and despair to his loving family, as he had caused the night before with the announcement that the Winterfell bastard was no bastard at all but his son, his first born son and that was something that Joffrey was determined to see rectify as soon as he could.

There was no way he was going to hand his place as the crown prince of Westeros over to an ignorant northern bastard like Jon Snow, even if the king claimed the boy was his, hell the slut who had borne him Lyanna Stark, had been spreading her legs for a Targaryen and there was as much if not more of a chance that the boy was a Targaryen.

He stopped walking and he stood, staring ahead of himself, a dark smile appearing on his face as he realised that was what he had to do, he had to persuade everyone, especially the buffoon of a king, that Jon was not his but Rheagars Targaryen's bastard and therefore a threat to the throne and the realm.

Then and only then would his own right to the throne as the kings first born son be safe, he had to get rid of the Winterfell bastard. There was no way that the bastard of Winterfell was his father first born son and he was determined to prove it.

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Throughout the castle, various people from various walks of life's were waking up and dealing with the new future that Westeros had, the new crown prince to be, even though the young man in question was yet to accept it himself or be formally recognised by the nobility of the land.

In the room assigned to the Queen, Cersei Lannister, Jamie, the queen's brother still held his sister in his arms, the queen's sleep had been fitful and he had felt it was unsafe to leave her and had thus stayed.

His back ached from the position he had sat in for the last few hours, calming his sister as she had lain in his arms, crying at the embarrassment and the anguish that the king had caused her the night before. It had taken him a long time to calm her down and now his mind wandered as he considered ways in which to make the king pay.

His concern was also for his niece and nephews, and how they would react to the newest member of their family, Joffrey would not accept Jon as his older brother and the kings first born, this he knew as assuredly as he knew how his sister would react. The other two Tommen and Mycella, might be more accepting of the bastard, they were both still young and naive of the world, an innocence that could and would get them killed.

Those who were innocent did survive the game of thrones; they were spit out and discarded like the pips of fruit, left at the side of the road and forgotten to the passing of time. He knew that it was coming to the time when the two youngest had to play the game and as Lannister's they could not lose, not ever. It was not the Lannister way to lose and he knew that if the youngest two did not play and win the game the way his father would have wanted that they would be removed from the game entirely and by his father's ministrations if it came to it.

Jaime shifted slightly, easing the cramp and ache in his back, as he laid his sister finally down onto the bed, she would sleep for a little longer and he had things he had to do, like find his brother Tyrion for starters. The imp at times came in useful and although most in the family dismissed the little man, he himself knew just how useful his little brother could be.

It was time for his brother to enter the game again!