A/N: I changed some things in this from the original to make it a more Jae/Marge chapter. The faith and those leaving KL along with the Joy/Jae interaction have been moved. Also for those who dislike such things, there is a Lemon scene that takes up an entire pov, it's marked, and skipping it doesn't make you miss anything other than it.

King's Landing 298 AC.

Jaehaerys Targaryen.

He woke up with the taste of blood in his mouth, Ghost had hunted and together with the rest of the pack had taken down a deer. Taking the jug of water near his bed he poured himself a mug and drank it down, the cool water soon removing the taste. Closing his eyes he went looking and found Ghost exactly where he thought he would, the white wolf laying at the end of his wife's bed and Jae trying not to be jealous of him. Margaery slept and hugged her pillow tightly against her chest, Jae finding yet another thing to be jealous of this morning.

Opening his eyes he stood up and called for water to be brought so he could wash, once it had he did so and then quickly dressed. Breaking his fast alone was just as bad as sleeping alone he thought and so he asked Tommen to join him. His young squire working on his schedule and Jae soon found himself chuckling as Tommen yawned while they ate. It reminded him of his own early mornings at the Rock with Jaime and of how Loras had been when he first arrived.

"So what did you do while I was away?" he asked Tommen as they ate.

"I helped with the Kingsguard, your grace, some days with Ser Arthur and some with Ser Barristan." Tommen said, the jam from his bread sticking to his face as he tried to eat and speak at the same time.

"Was that it?" he asked as Tommen grabbed his milk and took a swallow.

"No, Martyn and I also helped Loras when he fought the falcon lord." Tommen said "Martyn even got one of his wings." he added before laughing.

"His wings?"

"From his helm, your grace."

"Why was Loras fighting the falcon?" he asked and saw the look change on Tommen's face, the young lad almost panicking as he scrambled for an answer.

"I…"

"Tommen?" he asked a bit more firmly.

"I believe he upset her grace." Tommen said sheepishly.

"Oh, well then he deserved to lose his wing did he not?" he said to a chuckle from his squire

As Tommen continued to eat his food, Jae closed his eyes once more and found that Ghost seemed to almost be expecting him. He went searching and soon found exactly what he was looking for, Jae tightening his grip on his knife as what Harrold Hardyng had said to his wife came was shared with him. Were it not for Ghost showing him Margaery getting up from her bed then he would have perhaps crushed the knife in his hand. Jae opening his eyes as he didn't wish to infringe that much on her privacy and seeing her in her nightclothes only made him miss her even more.

"You finished?" he asked and Tommen nodded.

"Let's go and spar." he said and received a vigorous nod showing Tommen's agreement, Jae once again thinking on his own time as a squire and how that was his most favorite thing about it.

It was perhaps just as well that Loras wasn't on duty given what Jae had seen, instead, Arthur and Ser Robar were the ones at his door this morning. They walked out and down into the sparring yard, Jae, Tommen, and the Kingsguard the first to arrive, and Jae quickly putting Tommen through his paces. Though not a natural swordsman, he was most eager to learn, and while Jae doubted he'd ever reach the level of Martyn. Other than his cousin he did feel that Tommen could perhaps end up as the best sword from the next generation of Lannisters.

"Ser Robar, to five." he said after spending an hour or so with Tommen.

"Your grace." The knight said with a bow before moving eagerly into position.

The knight was a decent sword but not real completion and so Jae was more than happy when Arthur stepped in. Even despite losing five to nothing, it was a much more enjoyable workout as it showed him that while not back to full fitness, he was getting closer. He was about to leave before too many people arrived when he heard a woman's voice and turned to see Val standing there.

"Fancy another opponent, your grace." Val said and Jae felt his eyebrow rise at the use of his title.

"Of course." he said and the woman smiled before she headed over to the rack and proceeded to take out a set of axes.

Once back and in their stances she came at him quickly, her style completely different to any he'd faced before and it took him a few moments to get used to it. Once he did though the fight was done, Val's aggression belying her lack of skill and while it would work against some opponents, it wouldn't against a trained one. When he swept her feet and beat her, he could see how annoyed she was at her loss. Jae helped her to her feet and though she accepted his hand, it was with no great humor that she did so.

"You're too aggressive." he said as she glowered at him.

"It's a fight, you expect me to not fight hard?"

"Do you wish to win?" he asked.

"Of course I want to win." she said with a snarl.

"Then try this next time." he said.

He put her through some moves, showed her how to use the attacks against her to her benefit. Jae trying to explain there was a time for aggression and one for patience. As he was standing behind her showing her how to use her stance better, his eye caught movement on the balcony above. His wife standing there and looking down at him as he stood behind another woman with his hands on her hips. Seeing the jealous look on Margaery's face stirred something inside him and were they not already in the middle of a fight, then he may have sought to inflame that jealousy. Instead, he felt that it really wouldn't help their current situation any and so decided now was not the time for such games.

"Your people Val, Mance, and the others where would they parley?" he asked moving from the woman and noticing how Margaery's shoulders almost immediately relaxed.

"Hardhome your grace." she said while looking hopefully at him.

"You have wargs?" he asked and she nodded before looking surprised for a moment.

"We do."

"Can any of your people read?" he asked and Val glared at him before she realized what he was asking.

"You wish to send them a message?" she asked.

"I can get a message to them, but I need to know that they'll understand it." he said.

"Mance can read." she said and he smiled at her.

He was soon smiling even more when Ghost walked down from the balcony above before running over to him and licking his hand. Val looked from him Ghost and appeared to be in awe at what she was seeing. Jae found his own eyes kept drifting back to the balcony and he was relieved to see Margaery was still standing there. The smile he gave her even truer than the one he'd given earlier and yet he didn't receive one in return.

"He is yours?" Val asked looking to Ghost.

"Ghost is his own, he's just like the Free Folk, Val. He does not kneel, isn't that right boy." he said kneeling himself and chuckling when Ghost licked his face.

"I've never seen the like of him. Beyond the Wall, Direwolves are to be feared and respected, and not even the strongest of our wargs has one as his familiar. Let alone one that looks as he does." Val said looking t Ghost.

"Then maybe your people will be willing to listen to my offer after all." he said as Benjen arrived.

Ghost quickly moved from him and pushed his uncle to the ground, Jae laughing loudly at the welcome and watching as Val looked from the white wolf to his uncle. The look on her face one he'd seen before and he found himself looking at his uncle to see if he was showing her the same interest she was him. As he helped Benjen up, Ghost took off and ran up the stairs, Jae feeling the disappointment keenly when Margaery walked away without looking at him.

"Uncle, the Free Folk, should we parley, I'd ask you to come with us." he said and Benjen nodded reluctantly.

"They may not wish me there, your grace, I was a ranger for many years."

"Aye, my people have no love for the crows, your grace." Val said.

"Yet they need to make peace with them and with me. I know what comes in the night Val, better than any I know and your people are first in the firing line. If you stay beyond the Wall the Free Folk will fall, I understand this. But to bring you through it there needs to be peace between you and the Night's Watch and also the North. I can make them live up to their terms, can Mance make your people do the same?"

"We live by our word, your grace." Val said.

"As I do mine. When I'm ready to send the message, I'll ask for your help, some words from you that will prove mine own true." he said to a nod and then turned to walk away.

He walked up the stairs and back into the Red Keep before heading down towards his room to change his clothes and wash the sweat from his back. Loras and Walder were on duty outside Margaery's room and as he turned to go into his own he found that he could not. Jae instead walking down to the Queen's Chambers and nodding to Loras who then knocked at the door. It was Sansa that opened it and were it not for the seriousness of what he was there for, then Jae would have chuckled at the almost panicked look on his little sister's face.

"I'd like to speak to my wife, alone." he said as Sansa turned to Margaery, his wife sitting at her desk with Ghost beside her.

"It's alright Sansa, you can go for now." Margaery said and Sansa nodded at her before looking to him and giving him a small smile before leaving the room.

Jae stepped inside and closed the door behind him, his eyes on his wife's and hers on him as he moved to the desk.

"I'm sorry." he said softly.

King's Landing 298 AC.

Robb Stark.

Were it not for Wynafred then he didn't think he'd have been able to even begin to cope after his mother's execution. His betrothed offering him comfort and explanation in equal measure and helping him to deal with the mixture of confused feelings that he had gone through since it had happened. There was anger, at himself, at Jae, at his father, and at the queen for ordering it. Though mainly he was angry at his mother for the things she'd said and for leaving them with no other choice. That had been something that Sansa, his father, his uncle Benjen and Lord Wyman had all tried to get him to understand, and yet it was Wynafred who managed it. Robb was now certain that his mother's words would have caused her death even had Jae sat in judgment of her, himself.

"He'd have been left with no choice, Robb. Were he here then what was said, no king could have let that go unpunished, not given all your mother had already done." Wynafred said.

"He promised us, Wyn, he told us that he'd let her live, he lied to us." he said angrily.

"No Robb, he didn't, had he been there then I believe your mother would have said much worse things, with him in the room I think she'd not have held back. You told me that you went to her, you spoke to her and she'd not change her mind on how she felt and so your brother would have had no choice."

"She was my mother, she…" he said as Wynafred held him in her arms.

She had managed to get him through it and though it hurt him still, it hadn't broken him thanks to her. When he had then heard that Jae had come back, he'd waited for his brother to come to them and to explain why he'd gone away. Even though he understood what Wynafred had said, a part of Robb wanted Jae to say that he'd not have carried out the sentence. He wanted him to tell him that he had no other choice but to leave when he had and that had he been here then things would have been different. It was stupid and foolish and he knew it was untrue, Wynafred's words helping him see that the others were right too, but he needed something. Jae did give him something but it wasn't what he'd been expecting, not even close to it.

Yesterday.

He'd been called to his father's room and had hurried wondering what was so urgent, Robb seeing Sansa and Arya inside when he entered and then seeing Jae walk out of his father's bed-chamber.

"He's a strong little wolf." Jae said to a chuckle from his father.

"Aye, that he is." his father said before Jae noticed him

"Brother."

"Your grace." he replied.

"Jae, Robb, I'm not here as a king." Jae said taking a seat.

Robb sat down beside Sansa and Arya while his father sat beside Jae, the room going silent for a few moments.

"I'm sorry about your mother." Jae said.

"Are you?" he asked accusingly.

"No, I suppose I'm not if I'm being honest. I'm sorry for you Robb, for Sansa, for Arya and Bran. I'm sorry for the fact that you're all hurting because of it. As for your mother, Margaery was left with no choice and in this, she was far more right than I ever was." Jae said.

"You promised us that she'd not be harmed." Arya said loudly as Sansa grabbed her hand.

"I did and though it was a promise I intended to keep, it was one I should never have made. I see that now and you can hate me for it if you wish but your mother lost herself a long time ago."

"Your grace." his father said shaking his head.

"No uncle, it's best to get it out in the open. Were she anyone else then she'd not even have been considered for mercy, while I did and would have given it to her, I'd have been wrong to do so. Politically, practically, I'd have been wrong to do so." Jae said looking him in the eye.

"You speak of politics? She was my mother, Jae." he said his anger clear.

"Who tried to have me killed Robb. Whose actions led to the death of a good man and left a family without a father. I'm not here to defend myself nor to argue with you, I'm here for something else."

"What?" Sansa asked curiously.

"Your mother wasn't alone in the things she did and how she felt about me wasn't something that she came to all on her own either." Jae said.

"I don't understand?" he said looking to his father and then to Jae.

"Littlefinger. He fuelled your mother's fears about me and he was who she went to in order to see me dead. That man has been playing games with our family since before any of us were born and without him, our lives could have been very different."

"How so your grace?" his father said looking to Jae.

He listened as Jae told them of how Littlefinger and Lysa had conspired to hide Jae's mother's letter. How the man had lusted after his mother and how he had sent letters to her over the years. His father confirming this part to them as Jae then told them that the man had been behind the attack on him in the Riverlands. He'd been behind the attack by the Iron Born on the Pinnacle ship that Jae and Sansa had both sailed on. When it got to him speaking of what the man did with their mother and how he'd almost kept her a prisoner, Robb was furious. Though what Jae suggested and his father's reaction both gave him pause.

"No, take his head, have him executed but I'll not be a part of this." his father said.

"I could have him killed and make it quick and painless. I could have it dragged out and make him suffer. Were it me alone that his actions harmed then I would do so. I came here to make this offer to you all, if you want justice for your mother, then I give you this one chance to see it, accept it or not Baelish dies regardless." Jae said before getting up to leave.

Today.

While his father had refused to be a part of it, he, Sansa, and Arya had not. Robb felt their anger was justified and the more he'd thought about it the more he was certain it was right that anger was directed at Littlefinger. So they'd gathered in his room and together he and his sisters had warged and shown the man what a pack could do. When it was done he'd slept easy, Robb surprised that he'd felt nothing but right about what they and the wolves had done to the man.

Now as he walked through the streets of King's Landing he prepared to right another wrong, one that had taken far longer than he'd expected to see done. Entering the tavern he looked around and saw Jacelyn sitting with other men of the North. Robb had paid coin from his own pocket for the man's room and board and had gotten him to agree to delay his return to the North. He'd even had a message sent to Winterfell and delivered to the man's betrothed for him. It was the least he could do for someone who saved his life after all. The true part of the debt had not yet been paid however and so he would see it done at tonight's feast.

"Lord Robb." Jacelyn said waving him over.

"Jacelyn another." he said nodding to the mug.

"Aye, why not."

He took his seat and ordered the ales, Robb looking around before ordering a round for every Northman in the tavern. Once the drinks came he looked to the man who'd saved his life, feeling happy that he could finally give him the news he'd waited so long for.

"I came to invite you to the feast tonight, the King and Queen will be there and I can introduce you to them both, at last." he said with a laugh.

"A feast, I'm just a common soldier, my lord, I don't belong at no feast for the King and Queen."

"I'm asking you to come as my guest, Jacelyn. We'll be heading home in a day or two and I know you've been waiting to meet my brother and his wife, I made you an oath and you'd not make me an oath breaker now would you?" he smiling and seeing Jacelyn nod.

"No my lord, I'd not. Thank you."

"Thank the old gods for that, now let's enjoy our ale." Robb said with a laugh as the two men drank their ale.

King's Landing 298 AC.

Margaery.

She had come back to her room to work or at least to pretend to do so, as seeing Jae spar and seeing him so close with Val had stirred up unwelcome feelings. Jealousy was something she didn't wish to experience right now as her issue with her husband wasn't even close to being resolved. To also then have to deal with thoughts of Jae near another woman on top of how angry and hurt she already was, no that was the last thing she needed.

Margaery had no worries about anything happening between them. Jae would not and was not that kind of person and Val's interest lay elsewhere or so she believed. But just seeing him close to someone else when they were still apart, even in the context she'd seen it, was not something she enjoyed. Were things not so strained between them it wouldn't be something she liked, that they were made all of her feelings even more confused. What Jae had shown them was incredible and he was right to as it did prove his words to be true. It just didn't heal the rift that had grown between them, nor did it make her feel any less hurt by how he'd left in the first place.

The truth was that she had never doubted he had done so for what to him were the right reasons and while she had struggled to believe the things he claimed he would do, she didn't doubt that he believed them to be true. It was that he had lied to her. He had made her believe that he needed her only for it to turn out to be part of a mummery and so that he could sneak away without telling her that he was leaving. That after spending weeks worrying if he would open his eyes and seeing how weak he was when he did so, he had then placed her in a situation that only made her worry even more. Sitting at her desk she heard the knock at the door and looked up to see Sansa opening it and Jae walking in. She listened as he told Sansa he was here to speak to her and she bid the girl leave them alone, Jae speaking as soon as Sansa left.

"I'm sorry." Jae said when the door closed.

"Are you?" she asked.

"You know I am, I'd not be here was I not." he said moving to the desk.

"What exactly are you sorry for, Jae?" she asked, not willing to simply accept his words even though she wished to.

"For leaving you and for how I left. I should have told you."

"You should have." she said and felt her anger diminish, the hurt that replaced it though only made her feel even worse.

"I didn't mean to lie to you." he said while still standing and looking at her.

"You did. You planned it so, telling me to sit in judgment at the trial. Letting me believe that you did not wish to do so yourself and needed me to take your place, while all the while you were planning on heading off on Rhaenix."

"I don't wish to speak of the trial, Marge." he said turning his head away from her.

"You blame me for what happened?" she asked incredulously.

"I said I don't wish to speak of it, it's not why I'm here." Jae said and though she wished to move on and speak of what they needed to, she found she could not.

"You actually blame me for what happened, after what you did you blame me." she said standing up and glaring at him.

"It was not what I wanted." Jae said looking at her.

"It was what had to be done." she said "Did you even hear about what she said?"

"I heard." he said.

"And?"

"She was their mother, Marge. I may have wished her dead, I may have wanted it but she was their mother, I thought you understood that."

"I did. But it makes no difference whose mother she was, her being set free was the wrong choice and the wrong message to send to the realm. Yet despite that, I put my own feelings aside because my husband wished it of me. I did so because he convinced me that he needed me to do this for him. While all the time he was planning behind my back to use my participation so he could leave without speaking to me." she said angrily.

"I told you I didn't wish to speak on this, it's not why I came here. I came to tell you how sorry I was." Jae said his voice shaky.

"But you're not sure what it is that your sorry about, Jae, that's the problem." she said firmly.

"Then at least let me try and tell you what that is, let me speak on that and not on this." he asked.

"No." she said to a shocked look from her husband.

"No?"

"No, if we're to speak then we speak on it all Jae, all of it."

They stood in silence for a few moments, Jae looking at her and she at him. Margaery felt nervous and she didn't know why that was until Jae nodded, the relief she felt at such a simple gesture letting her know exactly what it was she had feared. A part of her had thought that he'd walk from the room, that he'd leave her standing there and the issues between them would remain unresolved. She took a relieved breath and sat back down at her desk, trying not to smile when Jae did likewise.

"You were right about Lady Catelyn, Marge, you were right and wrong." Jae began and when she went to argue he spoke again before she could "While I used it so I could leave, what I asked of you was true also. I didn't, I couldn't face her, I feared what I may say or do and I wanted clearer heads than mine own to prevail."

"And had you sat in judgment?" she asked needing him to tell her that she'd been right, even though she felt it deep within her bones that she had been.

"Then she'd have lost her head." he said and she nodded as she watched an odd look come over his face.

"Jae?" she asked slightly concerned.

"I think I wanted it, Marge. I wanted to absolve myself of it, I think I knew what needed to be done and I didn't want to be the one to have to do it." he said softly.

"So you wished for it to be me?"

"I think I needed it to be you." he said looking to her, an almost thankful look on his face.

She was surprised to see how he almost sagged in his seat as if he was admitting something he knew but was trying to deny to himself.

"So it wasn't just to get me away from the room so you could sneak away?" she asked.

"Not just no, but that was part of it too." he said guiltily.

"Why Jae? Why not speak to me, why not tell me what it was you wished to do?" she asked, her voice thick as she choked back the emotion she felt and feared the answer she'd receive.

"I didn't wish to fight with you." he said and despite the situation, she laughed.

"That worked out so very well for you did it not?" she asked as Jae let out a snort.

Motioning to the jug, she poured the water in the mug and watched as he drank it down quickly, Margaery filling his mug once more as she then sipped from her own.

"I didn't want to fight and then have to leave and no matter what I said to you or to the others, none of you would have let me leave without that fight." Jae said as he took a swallow from the mug.

"Because we care about you, Jae. We worry, I worry."

"I know, gods I know that, it's just….."

"Jae?"

"I knew there would be a fight, that upon my return I'd need to explain myself and that they and you would be upset with me. I didn't want to have the memory of that fight in my head while I did what I needed to do, the distraction of it. Gods since I've come back it's been torture enough, to have that in my head while I faced off against Bloodraven. I didn't, I couldn't have it, Marge, I just couldn't."

"If you knew then why didn't you explain this to me upon your return, Jae? Why didn't you tell me you were sorry? Had they been the first words out of your mouth, then I'd have been angered but we could have talked, but they weren't. Instead, you moved past that and showed no concern for how I felt. Instead of telling me that you were sorry and that you'd not put me through this again, you told me that you have every intention to do just that."

"I...Marge..I…"

"What Jae? Why? Why wouldn't you tell the woman you love that you were sorry for hurting her? For making her worry so much that she barely slept whole you were gone? Why couldn't you think of my feelings, of what it was like for me to walk around here each day and worry that my husband was hurt, that he was….that he was…." she said before she broke down.

She shrugged his hands away as she cried, the images of her husband laying still on the ground flashing through her head as Jae refused to let her push him away. Margaery almost collapsed against him as he knelt on the floor beside her seat, her tears falling on his shoulder as he whispered words that she couldn't quite hear in her ear. When she moved her head and looked into his eyes through her own tear-filled ones, she could see the regret and shame in his own. Closing her eyes she welcomed the feel of his fingers as he brushed those tears away.

"I'm sorry." he said and Margaery realized that was what he'd been saying over and over.

The kiss was unexpected and she welcomed it eagerly, the feel of her husband's lips, of his tongue as it moved over her own was something she had missed very much. Yet despite the wish to just accept it and to allow it to go where it would inevitably would, she could not. Things were not resolved and she worried if she gave in to the feelings that were coursing through her that they may remain that way. It was hard to move from him, harder still to see the look of hurt on Jae's face, and her wish to smile and make him not feel that way, remained just that.

"Make me understand Jae, please?"

"Understand?"

"Why didn't you tell me you were sorry? Why wasn't that the first thing you said to me? At the Dragonpit, in our room, why, Jae?.

"I...I couldn't." he said before moving from her, Margaery surprised at how stiff his posture was and she stood up and walked over to him.

"You couldn't tell me you were sorry?" she asked.

"I couldn't use them…I couldn't say it, not after, not after seeing them." he said looking at her beseechingly.

"Your family, I don't, why would what you have seen not allowed you? Jae, I don't understand." she said her hands moving to his face to force him to look at her.

"How could I apologize for going, Marge? How could I say sorry for leaving when leaving brought me to them? I saw my family, my grandmother, and Elia. I spoke to my brother and father. I was held Marge, in my mother's arms I was held. How could I be sorry for that?" he said as she pulled him closer.

She held him in her arms, Jae unmoving as she rubbed his shoulders, her husband's head on her own shoulder now. This time when she kissed him she didn't hold back, Margaery feeling his need to be just as great as her own. When he pushed her against the desk and began to kiss her neck she felt her fingers dig into his back. Jae then began moving against her and his hands began to lift her dress up her legs. In one movement she was raised up and placed on the desk and she felt the cool air on her now uncovered legs.

"Jae." she said her voice husky as she felt her need rise and saw the hungry look in her husband's eyes.

(Lemon warning)

King's Landing 298 AC.

Jaehaerys Targaryen.

He bit down on her neck and felt her fingers pulling his hair, his hands pushing her dress up her legs, and finally, he felt the soft skin that had been covered beneath the skirt. Moving his head he looked down at her and heard her call his name and before he knew what he was doing, the dress was being ripped from her the ties snapping as he did so. His mouth was on her breast as soon as it was free. Jae taking the nipple into his mouth and sucking down hard upon it, his wife's moans only making him more eager to continue.

When he ripped the rest of the dress from her, Margaery sat up and threw it to the ground before she lay back down on the desk and Jae looked down at her once more. Her face was flushed, her breathing heavy and he felt her fingers in his hair once more when he delayed just too much for her liking. As much as either of them may have enjoyed looking at each other, now was not the time for him to appreciate the sight it would seem. He bit her nipple gently when she forced his head to her breast before he then bit it a little harder and elicited a long drawn out moan from her lips. A moan that was soon even louder when he reached down and ripped her small clothes from her hips, Jae throwing the ruined material to the ground before he began kissing and biting his way down her stomach.

"Jae, Please." she called out when he knelt between her legs, Margaery raised up on her elbows as she watched his tongue come out from his mouth and then falling back hard on the desk when he touched her with it.

That she was already wet and excited was no true surprise, Jae's own excitement was feeling uncomfortable as his hard cock pushed against his breeches. With one hand he freed it, ripping his own ties loose and feeling the cool air against his tip. His tongue tasted the sweet nectar of his wife and Jae drank it down like a man parched in a desert would a drop of water. The movements of Margaery's hips, how her thighs closed tightly against his head, and the sounds she made, all drove him forward and his tongue was soon inside of her. Jae stretching it as far as he could with the wish to taste everything that she had to offer.

He brought his fingers up and spread her wide, his tongue moving up and down and exploring every inch of her as he did so. Margaery's own fingers were back in his hair once more as she tried in vain to direct him to where she wished him to go. That it was where he wanted to go too made no difference as he fought against her and felt the pain from his head when his hair was pulled even tighter. It was only when he decided to move that way himself that the pressure was released and her fingers were now gone from where they'd just been.

"Jae." Margaery said her breathing even more harried now as her hands gripped the edge of the desk.

Each pass of his tongue over her nub drew a louder moan and when he moved one of his fingers inside her she almost screamed out. Something she did a few moments later when he added another. His fingers curled up inside of her as he began to move them in and out while his tongue and lips alternated on her nub. Jae licking and moving his tongue up and down before he sucked down hard. Were it not for how her thighs closed around his head then he'd have heard her screams as it was the world was silent. He moved his tongue in circles before he then began to move it from side to side against her nub and then he felt it when she reached her release. Her thighs gripped his head tighter, she squeezed down on his fingers and he felt the pain of her heels as they hit against his back, all letting him know that she was falling over the edge

It took some time for her to calm and when he felt her relax he moved her legs from his shoulders and stood up. The vision he then looked down upon was one that would remain with him for a long time afterward. Margaery's hair was in disarray, there was a red flush on her chest and she was covered in sweat. He felt her push him away when he moved down and licked some of that sweat from her chest. Jae smiling at her and glad to see her smiling back at him. Her eye's narrowed when she saw how hard he was and the look on her face almost had him spending there and then, as did the words that then came from her mouth.

"Take me, Jae, take me now." Margaery said her voice breathless and eager, her words a command and not a request.

He needed no second bidding and it was soon clear that she was in no mood for any more delay. Margaery almost growling at him when he rubbed his length up and down against her rather than push it inside her right away. When he tried to do so slowly, she made her needs even more clear. Jae looking on as she raised herself on her elbows once more.

"Inside me, I want you inside me, Jae."

His hips moved of their own accord at the sound of her words, Jae worrying he'd hurt her so hard did he push forward. The moan he received in return proving that even if he had it was not unwelcome. Her legs wrapped around him and Jae began to move inside of her. Feeling her squeeze him tight as he buried his entire length inside the warmth of her cunt and then feeling the cool air on his cock when he pulled back out.

"Harder Jae." his wife called out.

Jae duly obliged and soon the sounds in the room were so loud that had he cared he'd have been embarrassed by what those outside the room may be hearing. His wife's moans, his own, the sound of their bodies crashing together, and the sound of the desk as it creaked beneath them. All of this was oblivious to him though as all he could concentrate on was the look on Margaery's face and how she felt as she squeezed his cock inside of her. His movements soon became even more hurried, Margaery moving up against him as he thrust inside of her. She then gasped loudly when he picked her up in his arms. Jae standing and holding her and she was finally able to move back against him just how much she wished.

Feeling ever closer he moved her to the floor, Margaery laughing as he almost fell when trying to do that and kick his breeches off at the same time. The laughs soon turning into screams of pleasure though when he began to move faster still. Whether it was that he felt her own peak rise or the feel of her teeth as she bit down hard on his shoulder, all too soon he felt himself on the verge of spending. Jae looking down at his wife and it was seeing her looking back up at him that brought about his release.

"Marge." he said gasping as he spent inside of her, hearing her shout out her pleasure as he did so.

King's Landing 298 AC.

Joy.

She sat at the table with Cregan, Walder, Tion, and Martyn, Tommen still off with Jon somewhere and she looked out at the Great Hall as it filled with people. Ashara and her father sat speaking to aunt Genna and uncle Emmon and the High Table was almost full except for Jon and Margaery. It worried her that they'd not arrived yet and she hoped they weren't fighting still. If they were then she'd give Jon a piece of her mind and tell him how stupid he was being. He and Margaery shouldn't fight even if he could make you mad at him sometimes.

Was she mad at him? Perhaps, she wasn't sure whether she really was or whether she was still scared for him. She had lit candles for him with aunt Genna and had said prayers to make sure he got better when he was sick. Later doing the same and asking the gods to make sure that he returned safely from wherever he had gone to. It had upset her that he had gone away. As had seeing Margaery worried and hearing her papa and Ashara speak of their own concerns. Cousin Jaime was worried too, Joy saw that when she went to speak to the babe in Dacey's belly and to play with Joanna. She knew that the Starks were worried also, Arya having told her so though Joy also heard the girl say how mad she was at Jon for what happened. Not that anyone would tell her exactly what that was.

Sansa wasn't mad at him though but then she had gotten to spend her day with Jon, as had Arya while Joy had not, even though he'd promised her that they'd go riding in the Kingswood. Was that why she was mad at him? She thought it may be, though she wasn't sure and the more she truly thought about it the more certain she was that it was because he'd left when he shouldn't have. Margaery had spoken about how he wasn't ready to go anywhere and Joy knew that to be true. Jon wasn't even sparring when he left, though he was doing so now as she'd seen. She had hoped he'd spar with that blue-eyed fool that Loras had put on the ground, the one who'd upset Margaery so much. Joy looking around the room to see if he was here tonight and glaring at him when she saw him.

"His Grace King Jaehaerys Targaryen and Her Grace, Queen Margaery." the man said and she stood to her feet as did the rest of the room.

Joy quickly looked to see Margaery and Jon walking in and she smiled when she saw they were holding hands. She stopped smiling when he looked at her though, she may be happy that he and Margaery had stopped fighting but she wasn't happy with him, she was mad at him, wasn't she?. She was, she knew she was and so she looked away and began to speak to Cregan and waited for the food to come. Her eyes kept going to the High Table though, moving past the Starks and the Martells, past the Targaryen's except for one of course. Jae sitting and whispering in Margaery's ear while she smiled and said something back to him, Joy happy to see them both so happy.

"Look Joy, we're having deer." Tion said and Joy made a sick face, sticking her tongue out and rolling her eyes.

"I told you she hates it so." Walder said with a laugh.

She didn't but it was fun to make them think so and so she took the deer from her plate and reached under the table, giggling when Ballon took it from her. That the cat then jumped up onto her lap when the chicken came was something she should have expected and just telling him no was of no damn use. Joy thinking that she should have snuck some of the deer herself as she was forced to share the chicken with her best friend, or second-best friend she thought as she glanced back to the high table. As the time drew close to the music and dancing, Joy ate her second dessert and looked to see Jon and Margaery were laughing once again.

When she saw him get up from his seat she like others looked confused when he walked from the room, Jon not arriving back for a few moments. Looking around the room she could see more and more people looking concerned and yet Margaery was not and beside her, Princess Arianne and the others seemed far more relaxed. She looked to the door he'd left through and was soon smiling herself when she saw him walk back in. Jon was carrying the harp in his hand and the room full of people looked on eagerly as he stood in front of the High Table.

"My lords and ladies, this feast is in honor of House Stark and House Martell, two houses joined to me by both bonds of blood and loyalty. My good lady wife has said I've been most remiss as of late, long has it been since I've played and so since she asked me to and because only a fool doesn't listen to their wife, especially when she's right."

Joy laughed along with most of the others, though Margaery frowned a little before she laughed too, Jon smiling at Margaery before she rolled her eyes at him as she laughed.

"So without further ado and at my wife's behest." Jon said as he began to play.

She listened as did the others as Jon played the Dornishman's Wife, as he then sang a song she'd not heard before that made Margaery smile and then sang a song that had Prince Oberyn and Ellaria smiling too. After that one, she thought that he was done and that he'd not sing anymore. But then Jon turned and looked to Margaery and to his Stark uncles before he spoke again.

"My father wrote many songs and this harp was his as all of you no doubt know. Over the years I've read the words to those songs, I've seen the notes that needed to be played to bring them to life. At times I've played some of them for people, some just for my wife and some alone and for myself. All but this one, I'd like to now play for you all the last song my father ever wrote, a song that he wrote for my mother." Jon said his voice cracking and she saw how now even Margaery moved forward in her seat.

The song started off soft and the music seemed sad to her, Joy almost willing Jon to sing as he played for what felt like an age, the words then coming and his voice just as sad as the music she felt.

I'll sing it one last time for you
Then we really have to go
You've been the only thing that's right
In all, I've done

And I can barely look at you
But every single time I do
I know we'll make it anywhere
Away from here

Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear

Louder, louder
And we'll run for our lives
I can hardly speak I understand
Why you can't raise your voice to say

To think I might not see those eyes
Makes it so hard not to cry
And as we say our long goodbyes
I nearly do

Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you, dear

Louder, louder
And we'll run for our lives
I can hardly speak I understand
Why you can't raise your voice to say?

Slower, slower
We don't have time for that
All I want is to find an easier way
To get out of our little heads

Have heart, my dear
We're bound to be afraid
Even if it's just for a few days
Making up for all this mess

Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear

Her tears weren't the only ones that fell when Jon was finished, Joy saw that Margaery was crying openly as were many others. She watched as the harp was taken by Tommen and as Jon moved to sit beside Margaery, his arms going around her as she spoke in her ear. As she wiped her eyes and looked at him she saw him smile at her, Joy smiling back and seeing his smile grow bigger. She knew it then, she wasn't mad at him, she had missed him, worried about him but she wasn't mad at him, she loved him too much to be mad at him.

King's Landing 298 AC.

Jaehaerys Targaryen.

It took some time for the mood to get back to how it should have been after he'd sang and he wondered why he'd decided to sing that song then and there. Jae thinking that maybe it was the talk he'd had with Margaery earlier, the memories of his family that he'd had while speaking to her. After they had lain together, they'd spoken some more, though still, things were to be resolved between them. He'd left, dressed in clothing that was more suitable to the feast to come and when he'd seen Margaery and accompanied her, he'd been stunned by how she looked and relieved by how she acted. His wife dressed stunningly as always but it was that she looked so pleased to see him that had caught him by surprise.

When she'd suggested he sing, he took it as a good sign, and soon enough he stood and sang one of the many songs he'd written for her, Margaery's warm smile like a boon to his soul. He'd then sang other songs including the one he'd written for his cousin's, Ellaria, and Oberyn more than pleased to hear him sing it publicly. Then he'd got the urge to sing that song, the only one he'd never played or sang before, and when he'd finished he was on the verge of tears, while others had already given in to them. Quickly taking his seat he spoke to his wife and found that she was not upset but that the song had touched her.

"We should dance." he said later when the mood began to rise.

"We should." Margaery said with a smile.

Nodding to the musicians they finished the song they were playing and Jae stood up and held his hand out, Margaery taking it and walking with him to the floor. Holding her in his arms close, they danced and were soon joined by more and more people. Jae found himself not even seeing them as he looked into Margaery's eyes. Whether he kissed her or her, him, he couldn't tell, only that the bump into him from someone nearby made him realize they weren't alone.

"Perhaps here isn't the best place for us to get carried away?" he said to a giggle from his wife.

"Perhaps my husband should carry me away, himself?" she said raising her eyebrow "Jae." she exclaimed when she made a move as if he was about to do just that, Jae laughing as he walked back with her to their seats.

They'd only just sat down when he saw the man who looked their way. Jae feeling his temper rise as he looked at Harrold Hardyng before Margaery noticed and leaned in close to him and Jae then felt her breath in his ear.

"My husband has no need to be jealous and Loras already put him in his place at my behest." she whispered.

"Perhaps he needs the message reinforced." he said still looking at the man as Margaery bit his ear gently.

"If that is where my husband's concentration is then I shall find myself most annoyed." she said and he smirked.

"Well, we can't have that now can we?".

"No, we can't." she said and he turned to kiss her.

The cough that came from in front of him was lucky it came from the mouth of his brother, had it been anyone else then they may have received a far less gracious welcome for disturbing him.

"Robb?" Jae said looking from his brother to the man beside him before he looked back to his brother.

"Your grace, your grace, If I could impose on you both for a moment." Robb said far more formally than he needed to be.

"Of course Lord Robb." Margaery said her own formality one he should expect.

"Your graces, I'd like to present Jacelyn Waters, formerly of Flea Bottom and now of Wintertown." Robb said with a smile.

"Your graces." Jacelyn said.

"Jacelyn here saved my life, your grace, were it not for him I'd not be standing here today. He took down two men on the Trident to see me safe, two men who would have gladly seen me face my end." Robb said.

"Then I am in your debt, Jacelyn, extremely so as my brother despite being a fool is most important to me." he said smirking at Robb before looking to the man.

"You're the fool. " Robb said "Your Grace." he added with his own smirk.

"Despite my fool of a husband and my equally foolish goodbrother." Margaery said rolling her eyes at them both while Jae mouthed 'Who Me' and got a laugh from her in return, Margaery continuing to speak "I am most indebted to you also Jacelyn."

"No your grace, neither you nor his grace is. My mother and I were like many in Flea Bottom, we had nothing and no prospect of anything. My mother fell ill and it was the healers you paid for that saved her life. It was the offer of a new life in the North and the ships you paid for that gave us a new life. I'm to be married your graces, to a good woman. I have a future and my mother has never again had to go hungry so that I can eat, nor have any of the others who took the offer to go North. You owe me nothing, it's I who owe you both." Jacelyn said.

The room hushed as people listened and Jae looked to Margery and could see the pride she felt in learning their efforts had changed this man's life. Looking to Robb all Jae could think of was that had they not done so then his brother could have died. Were it not for them doing what was right and good then Jacelyn would not have marched with the North and been there when his brother needed someone. Jacelyn was wrong though, he did own him and he was deeply in his debt and so he rose to his feet and walked around the table.

"Kneel." he said to Jacelyn before turning to Ser Barristan and motioning for his sword.

"Your grace?" Jacelyn said.

"Kneel, Jacelyn, your king wishes to reward your valor."

He did was he was bid and Jae took the sword from Barristan and looked at the man, raising it up and placing it on his shoulder.

"In recognition of your actions on the Trident. In the name of the Warrior, I charge you to be Brave, in the name of the Father I charge you to be just, in the name of the Mother I charge you to protect the young and the innocent, in the name of the Maiden I charge you to defend all women. Arise Ser Jacelyn Waters, arise a Knight of the Realm." he said as the man did as he was bid.

He spoke to the new knight for a few moments, learning about his mother and about Marla and the life he intended to have with her. Patting him on the back and then speaking to Robb who seemed more than pleased by the turn of events he bid them both enjoy their night. Jae then took his seat and after a few moments, he looked to Margaery who seemed just as eager as he was for the night to end.

"Shall we?" he asked and she nodded, Jae, standing up and bidding the room to enjoy the rest of the night.

He tried his best not to laugh at the look that Oberyn gave him and the pleased look on Olenna's face as Margaery looked her way. Walking from the hall they were soon at the corridor leading to their apartments, Jae feeling nervous as he wasn't sure what was to come next. Was it to her room, his room, or were they to part? He found he almost didn't wish to find out the answer only for Margery to lead him past her room and into his.

"I wasn't sure." he said looking at her.

"We need to talk Jae, but we can do that best in our own room, in our bed." she said and he nodded while looking to her, the smile on his face a true one as he knew they'd be sharing their bed once more.

"You wish to do so now?" he asked.

"I do."

They moved to the couch and sat down on it, Jae not sure where to begin, and once again it was Margaery deciding where the conversation would go.

"You said you would do it again Jae, you'd leave me and go where you wished."

"Marge I."

"Speak to me Jae, tell me what it is that will take you away from me?" she asked pleadingly.

"You know what it is." he said looking at her.

"Explain it to me, Jae, let me know all of it."

"I.."

"Jae, please." she said reaching out and taking his hand in hers.

"I need to travel beyond the Wall and deal with Bloodraven, I also have to speak to the Free Folk and come to an agreement with them so I can move them through the Wall. These things I know and I can plan, somewhat. The Night King? While I can ready an army to deal with him and prepare the realm for what's to come, he and I are destined to meet. His magic will seek out mine own as will mine with his. I don't know if that will happen as it did with Rhaenix taking me to Valyria or is to happen simply as I'm flying with my sister. All I know is that I could be here one minute and there the next." he said as she looked at him, her eyes full of worry.

"So you will do it again?" she asked and he nodded.

"I have to Marge, it's the only way I can bring them back."

"I don't want you to." she said and he looked at her angrily before she explained it was the going and not the bringing his family back that she meant.

"I have to. It's why I am." he said.

"Why you are?" she asked looking at him.

"I'm the prince that was promised, it's who I am, it's what I am. Before being a king, before being a husband that's what I was born to be. The Prince that was Promised will Bring the Dawn, that's what the prophecy says, I'm sure if the Night King had a prophecy about him then it would say the reverse. It would say that he would bring the night, usher in The Long Night. No matter what I do though that takes precedence because without that nothing else can exist, Marge. If he wins then he'll bring the doom to us all, I see that now, I see just how important it is that I stop him."

"Jae?"

"No one can truly understand it, Marge. I don't even fully understand it myself other than I know I'm the only one that can stop him. That everything I do has to be with that in mind, I can have no doubts or questions, I can't second guess myself or think I'm wrong and I know that because of that I'm on a path that I may need to travel alone." he said and felt her hand holding his own tightly in hers.

"You are not alone, you hear me, Jaehaerys Targaryen, you are never alone." she said looking deep into his eyes, almost willing him to believe her

"Together?" he said with a smile as she leaned forward and kissed him.

"Together, Always." she said and he nodded.

A/N: Thanks to all who've read and reviewed. Up Next, The Stark's and Martell's leave King's Landing, and Satin makes his choice. Jae has a bad dream that shows things from a different perspective, while the faith and the crown collide. We take a look at the Wall and a message is sent beyond it.

Chapter 146 reviews.

Daryl Dixon: So glad you liked it.

Mr2Legit: In that world you'd get away with it too.

Jman: It's been a long time coming.

VFSnake: I had to move a lot of stuff to the next chapter, I felt this chapter needed a more Jae/Marge and their relationship focus and the other stuff distracted from it. The Mockingbird finally paid though.

Emeraldudke: Nope it's done.

Celexys: The thing is in their way both Jae and Marge are right, as is the way with most arguments, the emotion and anger not allowing for it to be spoken of rationally. Glad you liked LF's End.

Anja: So glad you liked it.

HKt29: I figured Jaime really needed that and give what he's done for Jae, his parents would be grateful. I think that's spot on, now ok Cersei had her clutches in him before then but something broke in him when Ned Stark called him Kingslayer imo.

Flame: so glad you enjoyed it.

Adgeless: No way they were eating that, especially with deer in the vicinity lol. Alliser I think would do well if you take the chip he I think rightfully feels off his shoulder. Like we hate him because of Jon Snow but here is a guy who was given no choice simply because of who he fought for, he should be bitter, here he gets to serve a Targ king once more and so he's in a better place.

Remi: Glad you liked the LF and well you got your wish on Jae/Marge, it's funny reading your words about friends and family since one of Jae's things is that in this he feels alone, very prophetic of you.

Biohazard: So glad you liked it.

Bkshadown: it really is a justified end, given what he did to Cat too, her kids needed to play their part. Well Jae/Marge are now made up. I'm glad to hear you say both sides are justified, that is what I intended, both are right and wrong here.

Guest: It's funny, I wrote this to have it be that, Jae was right what he did, wrong in how he did it, Marge was right to be pissed, wrong how she expressed that being pissed. This and the last couple of chapters are pivotal in the respect of Jae realizing that his idealism of earlier almost telling people to question him at every turn, face the realism of not really being workable. I moved the Joy/Jae actual convo because it didn't feel right here, changed it when I proofed it into what it was. On Joy's little stunt, we'll see the truth of it next chapter or so, it'll be explained it seems something that it's not, but we'll see it when Jae/Marge speak, let me know what you think after that. Glad you liked the LF end and the peek at the future, we'll see an alternate of that in a bit too.

Silverglow: I always wanted the wolves to end LF but damn no way could I make them eat him, as you say given what you suggested with Edmure, LF would be so much worse tasting lol.

VDWade, One of the things is sometimes we need to go through things to find the balance out the other side, theses last couple of chapters have in a way been about that. I changed some things in this chapter to make it more Jae/Marge focussed so we'll see some of the other stuff next. LF I think got a fitting end.

Lady Ocarina: It's funny sometimes people think it should be all roses and light, and that's not how it works, this in truth was a spat and yes perhaps Genna should have just smacked him up the head. Glad you liked the magic side of things and I felt it best to give LF to the Wolves so to speak.

Ser Arthur: The thing is though there are like three sides, the King, The Prince and the Husband, which we see Jae kinda bringing up here. Marge's issue was that as King Jae kinda ran from his duty, as a husband he was derelict in it and no one really understand the Prince part. For me this as much as it being about what Jae found out was about redrawing the balance, Jae needing to understand the priorities so to speak. For Marge it's pretty much the same thing as it would be for any wife, her husband lied to her and made he worry about him, the added responsibility of being queen only made that worse.

Supremus: He lied yes, but a lie to a liar is well untreatable. Jae technically didn't break his word, he said he'd not kill him, or have him sentenced for what he did, which he didn't. The problem with the last bit is pretty much what got the Starks killed in canon, you can't be honourable with dishonourable men, that way leads to a knife through the heart and you losing you head.

Creativo: Solo si se complace en ello. En el norte, la forma tradicional de matar era destripar y entregar los órganos al Weirwood. Ned Stark, siendo apenas un lobo, lo cambió. Las formas de muerte medievales eran mucho más sanguinarias. Así que hacerlo significa una cosa, disfrutarlo otra. Creo que sería algo así, proteger a su rey y restaurar la Casa Targaryen al trono.

Irish Hermit. I thought so and having the wolves play their part only more fitting since he cost them a lot. That is something I've always said, other characters are given far more leeway by some than Jaime and I think it's because people forget he wasn't a man when faced with the Aerys thing, yes he did bad things also, but in the end given what Bran did in the show, I'm sorry but had he killed him the world would have been a better place.

I change the nature of the Joy thing, took that part out of it for later on, it just felt wrong compared to the tone of the chapter.

Jessicanightmarewolf: It is an issue, the lines between King/husband are a tough one as technically Marge can do nothing. Yet as a wife she's well within in her rights. Here the key thing and we'll see it explained is that it was kind of a mistake, not meant to happen, spur of the moment thing. She had never intended to do it but Jae in a way forced her hand, again we'll see it explained in a bit. I wouldn't have put it past him trying, but no, he had to die and I felt at the wolves hands.