A/N: I cannot believe how many people are following or favourited this story or left reviews, thank you all for liking this story so much. There will be the odd section where the characters may be Ooc or the story has seemed to go off canon so I apologise now for that, should have done it at the beginning but I forgot and originally this was only going to be a one chapter story.

WARNING: There is self harming in this scene so if it something that might affect you I would advise that you skip this chapter. Or at least the paragraphs that contain it. I know that what he is doing will be viewed as very out of character for him but even the strongest of people can sometimes end up doing this. Plus maybe a bit of me would like to garner a little bit of sympathy for him even if he a little shit in the series.

There were many the following morning who perhaps wished that the morning had not yet come to Winterfell.

In her chambers Cersie was equally as disgusted with the morning as her with husband, her brother had stayed with her until the early hours of the morning, comforting her in the only way he knew how. The fact they could have been caught had meant nothing to the two of them but they had both seemed to have known instinctively, that the king would not be seeking the queens bed that night anyway.

She wanted revenge, preferably revenge that meant her husband dead and the son that he chose over her son dead beside him or even better, she thought to herself being blamed for his death, and then his head on a spike, along with that of his damn uncle.

Cersie paced the chamber, as thoughts of revenge whirled around in her mind just imagining it made her feel good inside, and she smiled a twisted and sick smile as the image in her mind of the king lying dead, and Jon being blamed for it intensified, to an almost orgasmic climatic feeling within her.

Her thoughts turned to another image, of the night before, images that were less dark but just as dangerous if her husband or any other discovered hers and her brothers affair. She had ridden her brother hard, her need for revenge against her husband riding side by side with her need to dominate and control. Jaime's muscles had been taut and slick as they had come together turning him into a beautiful rutting beast, just remembering, made her go just a little weak at the knees, her lips parting just a little at the thought.

In a chamber further away from hers but still close enough for her not to feel to must angst her son Joffrey sat, his back against the wall towards the back of the chamber, hidden a little from the door. A small clay bowl in his lap,positioned under his arm, as he made a firm swift cut. He had promised himself that he would not do this on this trip, the fear of someone finding him doing this warred with his need to let his hurt out.

He had been doing this for years, at first it had happened by purely accident, when he had been training to learn how to use a sword and other weapons, he remembered that day, the lad who had cut his arm had been punished by his mother he knew, had received lashes for daring to cut the prince. It had been an accident pure and simple, after all accidents happened all the time during training, it was considered part of training but his mother never saw things that way, his mother was weak, he knew, as all women were.

Soon a pleasant haze would settle over his eyes he knew, and he needed that haze today of all days, his fathers actions and words the night before had unsettled him and he had sought out the bowl and knife, that he had not been aware of including with his luggage when he had left Kings Landing.

The blood flowed freely for a few moments and the haze descended over his eyes and he closed them as he felt his hurt flow from him. He almost smiled as he thought what people would think if they knew he sometimes did this to relieve the hurt he sometimes felt, everyone thought he was nothing but perfect, just as everyone thought that his family was perfect but as people were discovering on this trip, the Baratheon family was anything but perfect.

Jon measured his steps and his timing as he practised chopping at a practice dummy in the courtyard, it had become his habit each morning to practice, and this morning despite the commotion of the words caused the night before, he was once more out doing what he always did. As he continued through the moves he had learned and practised every morning, he felt some ones eyes upon him and he glanced towards the direction he felt them.

Standing in the shadows watching him intently stood a kingsguard, but which one he could not make out but he had a nasty suspicion which one it might be, the Kingslayer. For a moment he felt a cold feeling go through him, as though someone was planning his death and he stopped his practice and stared at the man in the shadows.

"JON!"

Hearing his name shouted, Jon turned and saw his cousin Bran running towards him accompanied by Prince Tommen. He set his sword down and greeted the two youngsters as they approached him.

"What are you too doing out so early this morning and where are your guards Prince Tommen?" he asked, eyeing them both curiously.

Prince Tommen glanced for a moment at his feet, he was nervous of talking to Jon especially as he could see his Uncle Jaime watching from the shadows. He felt Bran nudge him in his side and he glanced back up to see a stern smile gracing Jon's face but his eyes were twinkling with amusement.

"We ditched them," he muttered.

Jon laughed at his younger brothers words, even though he knew it was a serious matter and possibly a dangerous one.

"The guards are there for your safety Tommen, you really should not ditch them. Your parents would be very worried and scared if anything happened to you," he said to them both, eyeing Bran at the same time as he addressed Tommen.

Bran looked up at Jon and pipped up with, "That is why we have come to see you Jon, can we stay with you for a while? I need to practice my archery and you did say you would help me with it."

Jon thought about his cousins words and he had promised to help the younger lad with his archery even though Theon would have been a better choice, as he was much better with a bow and arrow than anyone else in Winterfell. As he was about to reply, he saw Tommen and Brans eyes widen and he turned to see the kingslayer approaching.