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Chapter 16

Cersei imagined this day from the moment she flowered. She imagined crowds, well-wishers, a beautiful golden gown and a golden crown. It was quite different from her mind but no less glorious. The Red Keep was filled with Westeros' most important families.

She was crowned by the High Septon who survived under Baelor's Sept. Her gown was white, as white as snow. Cersei wore her hair down, no braids, it made her look younger. She wore diamonds, Ned wore his leathers, he was clean shaven, she insisted. They needed to look young, new. He looked uneasy. They had barely seen each other since she came to King's Landing two weeks ago. Jon Arryn arrived the night before and took over as Hand of the King. Her father was furious and ranted for an hour. She took pleasure in it. He stayed back for the coronation, after all he arranged it.

The city was less ugly than when she first came. The crowns were forged in bronze with the runestones for the First men. Cersei would have preferred something flashier but it would do for now. Ned's was bronze too but it had iron spikes like longswords. It suited him. They walked the streets from Baelor's Sept to the Red Keep. Cersei smiled and waved at the crowds. She could see that some of the people were clean and looked better but she also knew that the city was in ruins after what Aerys did. They would need to reconstruct and make sure Westeros prospered.

Cersei and Ned were escorted back to the keep where there was a feast waiting for them. Her father sat next to her as she ate. He was very quiet, "I need a word after you are done. I will wait for you in your solar."

"Yes father." She said quickly. Cersei ate and spoke to some ladies before leaving for her solar. It used to be queen Rhaella's. It was spacious and filled with light. It had a garden too.

Her father waited for her by some rose bushes. Cersei would be replanting them. She did not like red roses so much.

"I heard something today." Her father began.

Cersei looked at him, "what did you hear father?"

He frowned, "I heard that the bastard will be now legitimate. He will hence by known as Jon Stark, our Crown Prince."

Cersei remained quiet. It was best to not argue with her father.

"I told you it was best to have him rid of. He should have gone north and disappear. You were too strong headed for your own good. He is now the heir." Her father continued and only raised his voice a fraction. He was furious.

"What would you have me do father? I am only but his wife." Cersei replied, "he is our King."

Her father glanced at her, "you will give him sons. You will produce an heir. The bastard situation will resolve itself. Do not get too attached to him. I do have to say, it was good thinking from your part to spread the rumor that he is yours."

Cersei smiled softly, "I would not be shamed." She looked at her father who then smiled at her. Cersei did not see many smiles from this man. She knew that perhaps Jaime saw a few more and that father never smiled at Tyrion.

He grabbed her hands and kissed them. "I told you once. You will be queen." He then kissed her forehead, "you must be careful and give him sons." He said and then left her.

Cersei wiped tears of frustration and anger. It was all Tywin Lannister thought she would be good at, birthing sons, securing the line for a throne that he felt his. She did not cry anymore. It would not be so easy for her father anymore. Ned had Jon Arryn who distrusted her father so deeply now more than ever. It was clear that her father wanted the Hand of the King position. Father however was needed in the West. He needed to oversee the mines productions and other affairs that Cersei was barely aware of.

She went back to the feast and found Ned talking to Jon Arryn in hushed tones. She could only make snippets of the conversation. She heard dragons and ships. Cersei talked to some of the high born ladies and smiled when they simpered about her dress and how beautiful her crown was. She nodded but died to be beside her husband listening to the conversation.

Her father joined her husband and Jon Arryn. They all moved to another room, his solar possibly. Cersei longed to know what was going on but decided to remain back. It would be noted if she were to leave.

Cersei continued mingling and speaking to different important people. It was at least an hour before her husband came back. He looked angry. He joined her and kissed her hand. "My queen." He said.

They stayed at the feast for another three hours before the eating turned into drinking, dancing and more revelry. "It is time you retired. Jon must need you." Ned said and led her to her quarters. He would have to go back to the feast. Cersei frowned and then understood when he opened the door. There was Jon's nurse maid feeding a bundle. She came closer and saw a babe with violet eyes and very fine platinum blond hair.

Cersei tensed and picked up Jon from his crib. She walked with him around the room. Jon was sleepy. He opened and closed his eyes. The nursemaid burped the other child and then left when she was told. Cersei watched as the babies slept next to each other. Cersei rang for her maid to come and help her undress. She wore a green shift and waited. He would come for her.

Ned and her did not share a bed since Casterly Rock. He did not approach her and it never felt correct to go to his quarters. He would have to come to her today. He owed her an explanation. What did he plan on doing with the Targaryen baby? And where was price Viserys?

She waited for another three hours before Ned made it through her door. He looked at her, "they could not kill her."

Cersei frowned, "did you order her killed?" She felt bile rise up her throat. Could she have misjudged this man? She would not kill a child, not even a Targaryen baby.

"No, but someone did. They attacked Stannis and his men near the port. They killed the Prince. He was a child." Ned said and his voice rose. "He was younger than Tyrion. He was afraid. He was a child." Ned repeated once more.

Cersei knew that Viserys was about to be seven years old. "Do you know who did it?"

Ned shook his head, "it was suggested that they could be Lannister men."

Cersei frowned, "by whom? Jon Arryn perhaps?"

Her husband did not look into her eyes. Cersei understood that he did not want to lie to her. She let that go.

"My father can be ruthless. He can be conniving and ambitious but killing children does not further any of his interests at the moment. Clearly, you can see that." Cersei felt the need to defend her sire.

Ned sat on her bed. "Stannis protected the child. He is severely injured. The maester said the following days are going to be crucial."

Cersei nodded. She never met Stannis Baratheon. She knew that he was younger than her by at least two years. It was all she knew of the man. He was said to be stern, and fastidious unlike his older brother.

"Is the babe the reason you left with Jon Arryn and father?" Cersei asked him.

"Yes." Ned replied. "They think she is a liability. They think she is a threat to my claim."

Cersei internally agreed. "What did they propose?"

"They want to disappear her. They want to give her to the silent sisters. That was Jon's suggestion. Your father proposed to hide her with an unknown family, give her to someone trustworthy but hide her." Ned replied. "They all know about the Prince's death. They all rejoiced in the death of a seven-year-old. They cheered, both high born and base born people." Ned said disgusted.

Cersei watched him, "what if we keep her?"

Ned frowned, "we can't keep her. She's a Targaryen."

"She is a threat but she is a babe. We keep her, we raise her as the princess she is. It whj ould be an act of infinite kindness."

"Your father would say it would be an act of weakness." Ned replied. Her husband was a quick study.

Cersei pursued her lips, "we raise her as ours, alongside Jon."

"Have you ever heard of that saying? Every time a new Targaryen is born, the gods toss the coin in the air and the world holds its breath to see how it will land." Ned continued.

Cersei nodded, "so why is she here Ned? Why have you let her stay with Jon inside that crib?"

"She smiled at me." Ned said off handedly.

Cersei chuckled, "she can't have smiled at you. She can't be so much older than Jon and Jon only smiles when he farts and shits."

Ned chuckled. "Maybe she did." Cersei watched the baby in the crib. She was a very pretty baby.

"What is her name?" Cersei asked him.

"Daenerys Stormborn Targaryen." Ned replied.

"She cannot be a Targaryen anymore, that name needs to be done. You cannot have anyone thinking of Targaryen when they see this babe. She needs to have our name. We'll keep Daenerys because it is hers but she must be Stark like Jon. There won't be more Targaryens. Only Starks from now on." Cersei said convinced that was correct. The little girl needed to feel them as hers.

"Daenerys Stormborn." Ned whispered at her and Cersei saw the girl look at him and smile.

"She does smile at you." Cersei said and laughed when he grinned.

He approached her and kissed her hands, "my queen." He said and looked at her with stormy grey eyes.

Cersei kissed him gently and Ned responded softly to her. "I miss you." He kissed the side of her neck. "Why have you not come to my bedchambers?" He rasped.

Cersei kissed his cheek, "you could have come to mine. I thought it would not be proper to seek you."

Ned shook his head and looked to lower her shift. "I did not want to overwhelm you."

Cersei sought his mouth and kissed him until they moaned. Ned placed her hand on his cock. He was hard and heavy. "Not here, not near the children." Cersei frowned and took his hand. She led him to a door. This was the door between his quarters and hers. It was a short passageway. She grinned.

Ned opened the other door for her. "Someone put a dresser." He said and moved the furniture to a corner.

"The queen before me was not fond of her king." Cersei replied. She knew Aerys hurt Rhaella. Daenerys was the product of violence.

Ned looked away somberly. That would not do, she wanted him inside of her. She lowered her shift. Her husband looked at her and started to undress too. She kissed him again. Ned responded eagerly and pushed her to the bed. His breeches were on her way. She lowered them enough for him to try and enter her.

She was not so ready for him. Ned spat on his hand and wetted her. It was filthy and she moaned when he fingered her. "I want you to be nice and wet and I want to come inside." He said and entered her. Cersei gasped and moaned when he pulled out and pushed in. She moved with him. They grunted and she felt the tell-tale signs soon enough. Need pinched her button and she could not open wide enough for him. She came with his name on her lips. Ned smiled and kissed her once more. He sought his own pleasure from then on. She kissed his face when he slumped breathless over her. She caressed his face and smiled. "I want you to lick my cunt."

Ned's eyes rounded but he dove into her almost as soon as she finished her sentence. Cersei ended the night riding the king of Westeros.