New addition! I hadn't realised how much time I've spent away from this story and how much content I've collected. These new chapters will include some old content but most of it will be new. It's not perfect, but I'd like to at least get it up for those of you that have been patiently waiting for updates!

It had seemed that all of the moments from the last few years were converging at this point. All of her sins, all of her treacheries, all of hopes and desires.

This was the moment that she prayed for and at the same time prayed would never come.

She didn't know how they were going to be received. She tried to think about how she would react if she were a Queen and this was presented to her. That had been how she was taught to think, she was raised as if she were to be a Queen and nothing else.

But that wasn't her reality.

Although there were a number of plausible outcomes, one could never be entirely prepared for the spectrum of rational and irrational human behaviour. Narrowing it down, she decided anything between death and lifelong torture to opened arms shouldn't surprise her.

The stories that she had to share were varied in their believability; she had hoped that what little evidence she had was enough as it was likely that her word wouldn't count for much.

But she didn't have anything else to offer.

She told herself that she would not lie. She had become far too good at spinning and extending the truth. A result of over exposure to such behaviour from such a young age. She had to learn well and learn quickly if she was to survive her stepmother and her new house, if she was to save her boys from the perils of Westeros and the Iron Throne.

She waited for her guard to remove their weapons. They way that time was passing made any task feel as if it was taking longer than necessary. Her trusted Monterys, head of her personal guard was the first to object to his men removing their weapons. He was wise, he knew that they may never walk out of the hall beyond the large ordinate doors before them, but his loyalty to his lady, to the girl that he had protected from the time she was born drove him to follow.

Her bones could feel every part of his resistance.

"My lady, we only have ten men in our company, I hope you do not expect us to be very effective to protect you and the children with no weaponry. It isn't safe, you need to reconsider." Monterys stood before her. He was the only member of the guard still armed.

"My dear Monterys, we have discussed this. We need to do all that we can to win the Khaleesi's favour. We pose no threat to her and pray to the Old Gods and the new that she is no threat to us. Disarm." She tightened her jaw and looked at the man fiercely.

He smirked at her with his twisted smile. It was times like this she reminded him of her father albeit slightly more articulate in her little act that she had done for as long as she could remember. Staunch and confident in her gamble, something her uncle often reprimanded her for. He would often call her un-calculating and rash like all of his young soldiers, what he had really meant to say was that she was like his elder brother, but she took no meaning from his words. She needed to be confident enough for the both of them, for all of their sakes.

"Khalessi will see you now."

The entered the large throne room, the furnishings weren't nearly as ornate as the doors but it still held the same wealth as the rest of the manor, of course they treated their own households as such.

Monterys walked close by her side. She could feel his discomfort, without his broadsword he was naked. The rest of her men followed closely behind but as the face of Daenerys Targaryen came closer into view she signalled for her men to stop approaching as she and Monterys continued forward.

As she and Monterys reached the base of the stairs to the throne she knelt and bowed her head low. The majority of her hair and face were covered, nothing but a thin silk wrap concealing her.

"Rise." The voice that spoken held more power than Vesara had anticipated. They way she carried her sound would serve her well. Any woman who had some semblance of authority in Westeros used that same tone.

"Remove your covering."

She did as she asked. She had not come to cause trouble, although she knew she inevitably would.

"Who are you and why have you requested my audience?"

The girl before was small in stature, her frame was much smaller than her own but she held such grace, only the grace and dominance gifted to a leader.

"Khaleesi, your grace, none of the names I have will please you." She paused. The girl knew who knelt before her, it was only her curiosity that allowed she and her men to keep their heads.

"I must be clear that I am more than a name that I was born with or that I was a granted in a Sept. I am Lady Vesara Lannister, of House Baratheon, first born of the Usurper Robert Baratheon and Princess Mariah Martell of Dorne."

She sustained eye contact with Daenerys. Her face had not moved an inch as Vesara spoke but her shoulders had become tense, as she had said her name.

"I should have your head on a pike outside the city just for having the audacity to request an audience with me. Are you a fool girl?"

Vesara held her gaze, careful not appear insulted by the fact that a girl younger than her had referred to her as a girl. It had been a long time since Vesara had been but a girl.

"No your grace, I am merely a woman born and married into the wrong families, families of great treachery and dishonour, one that I am forced to bear the burden of, one that I wish to make right."

"Make right? You really are a fool. What does the daughter of a usurper have that could possible make things right?"

"I have a gift for you Khaleesi, it is very little but perhaps very useful. I come before you, as a humble servant of the realm, in the hopes that the Gods will have mercy on the people of Westeros who have become engulfed in a war that belongs to few. Do what you will with what I provide."

Daenerys turned to the man to her left and whispered something. He had his eyes locked on Vesara the entire time she had been in the room, his eyes greeting her with a smouldering look.

"Ser Jorah will take you to my quarters, your men will remain here."

"I have a request my Queen." Daenerys raised a brow at her.

"Oh, you have a request do you? Very well."

"I wish for one of my men to accompany me. He has something of interest for you." Vesara nodded towards Tallon, one of her finest men and personal guard to the children.

One of the other guards made his way towards the man and inspected the contents he had with him in the cart. He was confused as he peered inside but gave a nod of approval to his Queen.

As Daenerys entered the room she heard muffled gurgles coming from the small cart that Vesara's guard had brought with her.

Vesara hovered over it. Her face calmer and softer than Daenerys had seen all morning. It made her relax a little, probably more than she should.

"For what reason does the daughter of the man who destroyed my kingdom and my family come before me? Every reason that springs to mind makes me think that you are a mad woman with wish to meet the Gods early." She hissed.

Daenerys opened the balcony window and spoke out towards the skies. Vesara was relieved that the Targaryen girl did not receive her as a threat. Hopefully it would make things easier.

"Some days it seems that meeting the Gods early would be a blessing, but this is not about me, this is about my people, about my kin, about every man, woman and child that resides in Westeros. The lords are destroying each other in desperate attempts to gain power, territories and the favours of higher lords and false Kings, meanwhile the common people become enthralled in their quarrels. Westeros is being to crumble your grace."

"It's all very well that you express concern for the people of Westeros as your kind go about destroying, but I fail to understand what it is that you want from me."

Vesara removed the cover of the cart and revealed a grey bundle that had been residing in the cart.

Daenerys was confused now. This girl truly was a fool; she may have just brought that baby to its death. Not that Daenerys was one for the slaughter of innocent children.

Vesara paced the room and soothed the child as it began to awaken from its slumber. Daenerys felt a pang of jealousy. It was times like this that she had truly realised what she was missing without Rhaego.

"You see, not long after the death of my father I departed the Capitol. King's Landing is a disgusting place at the best of times, drowning in secrets, debauchery and slaughter. My lord husband is off fighting a war, like the glory, repentance seeking creature that he is. My men and the men he had gifted to me were barely enough to get me out of the city safely and we nearly didn't."

Daenerys listened intently. She was curious as to where this story was going; she did not pity or feel sorry for the girl in any way. This sort of thing happened regularly, it was all a part of the game.

"I have never felt a heat so intense, a flame so bright and so strangely coloured. They hit Stormborn, the ship at the rear first and I knew mine was next. I could hear the screams of my men, as they were burnt alive, of the men that I had grown up with, my friends. The next one nicked the stern of our boat and the flames spread so quickly with nowhere to move."

She saw the sadness in Tallon's eyes. He had seen very few wars before and what happened that night was something he had never imagined in his worst nightmares.

He came to her side a gently clasped her shoulder before taking the bundle from her arms.

She began removing her cloak and outer layers.

"I held a babe in each arm, both had come squalling into the world no longer than a moon prior."

She unhooked the clasp on her left shoulder and the entire dress pooled at her feet. The soft fabric that once shielded her now left her exposed to Daenerys.

Daenerys was taken aback by the girl's actions. Her body was beautifully worn, as a woman's should be. The soft swell of her womb remained, giving evidence that it had recently housed a babe. Her breasts were full and swollen, bursting at the teat. All of this did not detract from the ghastly condition of her skin.

The burn spread from her left shoulder, across her upper arm and onto the left side of her torso under her breast with another burn on the outer of her left thigh.

She dressed herself swiftly once she was certain that Daenerys had taken in her appearance. She knew that being in this state made Tallon uncomfortable.

Her arms were outstretched as she begged for the bundle in Tallon's arms.

She gestured to Daenerys hoping that she would be able to come closer so that she may see the boy in her arms.

"Torrhen was in my left arm. He suffered no burns, he did not even scream or make any noise as the flames engulfed my left side. From the silence, I thought he was dead. I sobbed uncontrollably, drowning out the cries of Durrandon in my right arm until we were safe on Durran's Defiance."

The boy in Vesara's arms was peculiar, he was well-mannered and observant but it wasn't until they came into the light the Daenerys saw what was truly remarkable about him.

Beneath his tuft of black hair was an alarming set of violet eyes.

He gazed at her in wonder and she felt drawn to him as well.

"His eyes were not that colour before the flames came for us, I swear my lady. And when he did not burn, he remained settled in the chaos while the flames seared at the flesh of Durrandon."

A soft cry came from the cart.

Another.

Tallon removed a yellow bundle from the cart and rocked him gently. Daenerys was confused by the technique that the guard was using to hold the babe.

He was attempting not to touch the burnt leg of the babe.

"My Maester says that his leg will be fine, nothing more than a bit of damaged skin. We were lucky that he has survived as long as he has and as well as the voyage here."

"You bring me two babes, what am I to do with them. I'm sorry Lady Lannister but you must be frank with me for I do not have the patience to continue back and forth as such."

"I need you to take Torrhen, to take him as your own. I must return to Westeros, there is much work to be done and I cannot risk his safety, especially after this development."

"And why would I take the boy?"

"You are kin." She bluntly stated.

Daenerys stared at her for a moment. It had not occurred to her that he had not burnt because he was of the dragon. There had to be some other explanation for the boy to survive the flames.

"Kin? In what sense do you imply that we are kin?"

Her orbs stared into Daenerys before she looked down nervously. This was the first time that Daenerys had seen her hesitate in some way.

"I was not pure at the time of my marriage to Jaime Lannister. Fortunately the fool did not know otherwise. I had prayed that he would accept my request. I was young and foolish to assume that just because a man had taken my virtue that he would leave Westeros with me and that we could live our lives far from the treachery that I had grown up surrounded by. But he refused me, so I returned to the role that I was assigned and was wed before the next moon. On the following moon I was with child."

"Torrhen's father was of no ordinary lineage and it was only upon my confession had a learnt that he was the sire of your brother."

"Lies." Daenerys spat.

"What reason would I have to lie your grace? To be a Targaryen in this time is not something someone in Westeros would gladly acknowledge. Had my father known before his death, he would have had no hesitation in killing his own grandson."

She loved her father more than anything in the world but she was the first to admit that even he was not free from committing acts of cruelty.

"And what am I to do with a boy that may or may not be the grandson of my brother?"

"Make him your heir, raise him as your own and see that he is not consumed by the menial wars of Westeros. Return to the shores when all of the false kings have destroyed one another and rise from the ashes with him at your side." Daenerys had tried not to think of what would happen to her line after her death her womb had been cursed, everyone knew it. She could have with this boy what was stolen from her with Rhaego.

Daenerys simply stated. "Torrhen Blackfyre."

She had to admit; she did feel drawn to the boy. He gazed up at her and she couldn't help but feel that she was staring into the soul of Rhaegar and it was if he could see the dragon in her as well.

"If I am to take the boy what is to become of you and the other babe?"

"Durrandon is my responsibility and mine alone. In the night my guards plucked him from his mother's breasts before Cersei Lannister's spies could track him down. He is my brother and I would not have seen him slaughtered to satisfy the fear that he would grow to threaten Joffrey's crown. It is rumoured that eight of my bastard brothers and sisters have already met that fate; I would not see it happen again. He will be raised as my own and I will protect him in anyway that I am able."

Daenerys was slightly impressed by her ferocity. Perhaps some qualities of the dragon were apparent in her distant relation.

"And you will not return for the boy?"

"If I am to see the boy again it will be on your terms, Mother of Dragons."

x

He rode hard and fast, nothing had given him more pleasure than to hear of Robert Baratheon's fading from life. The sadness of his wife did little to effect the delight he felt as Robert took his last breath. He had only wished that he had been the one to strike the final blow that would end the demon of the Trident, if only he would have been able to destroy Robert at his peak, Robert the warrior instead of the Robert that he had become, the Whoremonger King.

He felt no guilt for leaving his wife unattended, he was convinced Vesara paid him no mind, she did as she was required, nothing more and nothing less. She let him into her bed and played with her false niceties but they were both certain of their roles, as they had made clear early into their relationship.

He wasn't one for reminiscing but he couldn't forget the day she was brought to him, they day he never thought her would have as soon as he put on the white cloak.

He knew she wasn't like other girls who dreamt of their wedding, she had spent as much time as she could avoiding the prospect of marriage. Although had Robert not rebelled she would have already been married; as soon as she had flowered she would have been wed just as she was betrothed at birth.

The castle grounds had been decorated in a flurry of gold, red and black hues and the people cheered as she approached the steps at the Great Sept of Baelor, the noise could not be blocked out by the large stone walls of the Sept.

Robert was at her side as she entered, her ornate gold and black cloak with the Baratheon sigil carefully stitched on the back. The King's face was sour, as it had been since he had agreed to his daughter's marriage to the Kingslayer, it was never what he wanted, and to him it felt as if the Lannisters had won.

The Lannisters always won.

She had her head bowed as she approached, her ornate stag diadem restricting his view of her face, she had been pleasant as a child he merely hoped that she had remained so, more than anything he wished that she resembled her mother more so than Robert, he could not bear to fuck anything that reminded him of the King.

She bowed lower so that he could remove her Baratheon cloak and replace it with his own; she was to be under his protection now. "It seems I am to protect you as your husband just as I protected you as a knight as a child."

She looked up at him through long thick eyelashes and smiled softly. She was doing all that she could to play the blushing bride. Her face did not displease him, she certainly possessed dark features, the signature Baratheon look but her large pouty lips and doe eyes came from her mother, for that he was sure. She had grown into her lips, they were rather domineering as a child, but as she smiled less it seemed that they sat upon her much more pleasantly. She had light freckles dusted across her cheeks; they were almost invisible from a distance, disguised by her warm skin.

In that moment he wished that he were somewhere else. The little girl he had remembered fawned after him was having her dreams come true, marrying the knight that she had always said she would left him feeling empty. He knew he could not give her what she desired, his heart yearned for another and yet this girl would ache for him and he would leave her empty and trapped just like every other high-born girl forced into marriage.

Her father had sold her to the highest bidder.

His father had brought their family a tighter hold on the Iron Throne.

It seems they were the only two who truly lost in this arrangement.

"And now my daughter will see if Ser Jaime is in fact a lion in the sheets". He chuckled at his own bawdy pun. He pitted the girl when her father called for the bedding ceremony.

Before he knew it hands were dragging his body towards their chambers, he could barely make Vesara out in the crowd as he felt items of his clothing being torn from his body. They had barely made it to the corridor that housed their chambers before he grabbed a few of the wrists clutching at his naked chest. "Enough." He spat with enough fervour to cause the women to release him without objection.

He walked over to where his wife was being stripped and groped by lords and knights. "My lords, sers, you've had your fun. What's left is mine." Jaime had never needed to use much force, the fear of his name and sword was more than enough for men to flee.

He politely took Vesara's hand in his and escorted her the rest of the way to their chambers. He remembered how surprised he was at her composure.

"Why did you make them stop?" It was the first direct question she had asked since they had said their vows.

"They had their fun. I'm sure they got enough thrills to keep them going for the rest of their lives as the fuck their ugly wives and maimed husbands." She giggled lightly.

He turned to finish undressing himself and soon felt a soft hand on his muscular shoulder. He turned to face her as she slowly undid the final clasp of her corset revealing her full body to him. He had forgotten what a young woman looked like, Cersei's body was perfect to him but it had become worn through the years and from her children.

Vesara was soft and firm in all the right places, she had a well rounded bottom and large breasts accompanied by a comfortable belly. He was shocked to find that he was nervous, never had he been with a woman that wasn't Cersei. In this moment he knew he could commit the ultimate act of betrayal to his sister without question.

Her face showed no sign of fear; she was waiting for him to move next. She held her breath as his hands grabbed her waist and closed the gap between them, she didn't so much as blink. No doubt she had always known this day would come, she had just always assumed that her father would sell her to Robb Stark or Loras Tyrell, never did she believe that her childhood fantasies would come true.

She was no child.

Jaime Lannister was no fantasy.

She was beautiful and it was a shame that a woman as beautiful as she was not going to experience the pleasure a man could give her, a man that loved her with his whole heart and being. He did not predict that their marriage bed would be anything but a place of lust, he wished to reassure that it would never turn into a place of fear.

He took her chin in his hand and began to kiss her slowly, he could tell she was inexperienced but she quickly caught his rhythm. He moved onto her neck, his right hand firmly grasping her buttocks as soft lips grazed her skin, he pressed himself closer to her until her breasts were firmly against his chest.

He guided her to the bed and hovered over her before taking her nipple into his mouth causing her back to arch. "I want to hear you moan, Princess." He began attacking her breasts once more, peppering kisses as he went. She gasped as he put his lips on hers once again, moaning into his mouth.

She opened her eyes as the weight from his body disappeared and she found him hovering over her lower regions. He closed his lips around her sex, smirking when she arched her back and moaned loudly as if to inform they whole castle that they were consummating their marriage. He pressed her hips down as she began to wriggle and shake as his tongue invaded her. He could hear her moans getting louder, encouraging him to continue.

He removed the last of his small clothes and prepared to fulfil their duty. His lips forced to hers as he forced his fingers inside of her for a few minutes before replacing them with the head of his cock. She gripped onto his broad shoulders tightly as he entered her.

She quickly learnt how to please and it was evident that their escapades were successful when they arrived on Winterfell and after a visit to the Stark's Maester.

Jaime had never felt so relieved and so scared at once. He had fulfilled what his father had asked of him. He was going to have a child, a legitimate child, something he thought he would never get to have.

He ran to the only person he told everything. He didn't know how to tell the woman he loved that he was to be a father, a proper father to the child of another woman.

"Vesara is with child." He spoke as he brushed the hair away from her neck and began kissing her there as they cavorted in the old tower at Winterfell.

"Well brother, I would expect nothing less with all the moaning and screaming she does. You certainly know how to please the little whore don't you? Pretending she is me is all that you need to see you through to the end."

In truth, Jaime had thought that he would need to think about Cersei as he ploughed into Vesara but Cersei had been the furthest thing from his mind after he had overcome his initial feelings of unfaithfulness.

Jaime had been surprised about how quickly he had become comfortable in between the princess's legs. He loved how it irked the King, when he would see Jaime smirking from ear to ear every morning after laying with his daughter as they travelled north along the Kingsroad.

He enjoyed it even more when he and Vesara announced that she was with child and he saw the expression on the King's face. He was uneasy that his grandchildren would be Lannisters, sired by the Kingslayer at that.

He had little worry for his unborn child, he knew that as he rode to free his younger brother Vesara would protect their child. She would grieve for her father and then she would carry on. She wasn't a particularly emotional girl and for that he was grateful. He had scolded himself when he mused the similarities between Vesara and his sister.

He laughed again at the mere thought.

The stag would never survive in the lion's den, she was prey.