First off, I want to say a thank you to Saint River (or one of the admins of the community if it was somebody else) for adding this story to the 'Black Prince and Black Princess' Game of Thrones community. As a founder of the Stark one, I've always thought that if your story is to be truly validated in its specific genre is massive for both the story and the author, so for this one to be added to a long list of incredible Robert/Cersei children stories means the world to me personally.

My assignments are finally done! Well, until January at least. My plans for now are going back home on Saturday and working as much as I possibly can until I'm back at uni. My updates schedule will likely be like it was during the summer on As High as Honour, so hopefully about 2 chapters a week if I have the motivation for it.

Now for some news a fair few of my readers will be ecstatic at. I'm not promising anything, but recent re-watches of the show and the fact I'm getting more into the Lannister theme music from the show may mean I have another look at No Mercy, and I might look at writing another chapter for that. It's been planned out until the equivalent of Season 5 Episode 2 so I have a healthy idea of what can happen. Again, no promises though.

As always, I own nothing but Durran. Everything else belongs to HBO or George RR Martin.

As they entered King's Landing, the Royal party split almost immediately to see to their many duties. The Maesters went to see to Daven Lannister, who was looking worse for wear, and Stannis immediately headed to the Tower of the Hand to see to anything that had escaped his attention over the last few days. Dany went to see that her Dragons were comfortable in the Dragonpit with Ser Arys.

Durran meanwhile, with the remaining members of the Kingsguard, took Jaime straight to the Throne Room. The Lannister looked around.

"It's changed." He noted.

"Joffrey." Durran told him. "I'll redecorate, I just need to figure out what I want."

"Some Stag heads, maybe?" Jaime offered. He began walking around, refamiliarizing himself with the room. Durran watched him for a moment, before nodding to all the Kingsguard but Ser Barristan to leave, and when they had Durran began saying what he'd wanted to for months.

"I know. About you and Mother."

Jaime's head snapped around. "You know what?" He asked, his grin not meeting his eyes.

"Everything." Durran told him. His eyes steely. "I know about everything."

Jaime's smile dropped. "Whatever you think you know…"

"Don't!" Durran roared. "Don't try and worm out of this Uncle. I know you gave her three children. I know you've been sleeping with her ever since she married my Father!"

"Durran… let me explain." Jaime begged.

"There's no need Ser." Durran said. "You have two options before you. Rejoin the Kingsguard, become the Knight of the West in service to me but never will you be alone with my Mother again. Or you can be released from your vows, take Tommen and go back to Casterly Rock. Help him become the ruler he needs to be, and never see my Mother again."

Jaime looked shocked at his nephew. He opened his mouth a few times before closing it again. "I see." He said finally.

Durran walked up the steps and sat down in his Throne. "By rights I should kill you, you committed treason for over a decade." He looked down at Jaime with a glare, before softening. "But I've lost too many family members. The realm has no idea, they think I took the Throne as Joffrey was unfit, not that he had no right to it. Your secret is safe but it stays in the past."

Jaime nodded. "I know it seems wrong to the outside, Your Grace. But to us…"

"Mother explained it all." Durran said. "The King has spoken his peace, now let the nephew and son. Mother has been miserable ever since you left. I've noticed that. You make her happy and it is my hope that just your presence can achieve similar. You'll never be alone with her but she deserves her brother. Nothing more. Your Nephew's recommendation is that you take up the white cloak again."

Jaime nodded, and bent down on one knee. "I can't begin to imagine the contempt you have for me, King Robert was never kind to your Mother, but he was the King. I'll be better, I'll do better Your Grace. I've served two Kings, the Mad King and King Robert. Neither were good Kings. Let me serve you, for finally I see a King I feel can be worth serving."

Durran bid him to rise, and nodded to Ser Barristan. The elderly knight reached behind the Throne and pulled out black Kingsguard armour detailed with crimson, and a brand new white cloak. "Ser Jaime. I welcome you back to the Kingsguard." He said, though it sounded forced.

"Thank you, Ser Barristan." Jaime said.

"Go and put your new armour on, Ser Jaime." Durran said. "And welcome back."

Ser Jaime wasn't the only addition to Durran's Kingsguard that day. After Jaime had been resettled, Durran made his way to the White Sword Tower and watched on as Ser Barristan initiated both Ser Perwyn Frey and Podrick Payne into the order. With the death of Ser Robar, Durran had decided that Podrick's service to him had been exemplar, and his Mother being from the Vale was enough for Durran to grant him the place of the Kingsguard for the Vale.

The only other issue was with the Small Council. With Renly dead and Baelish in the Vale, the positions of Masters of Coin and Laws needed to be filled, and Durran soon found himself sat with Stannis in the Tower of the Hand pouring over the options.

"We aren't at war now, how about Lord Randyll?" Durran asked about the Master of Laws.

Stannis shook his head. "No, I will keep that position open and have him work with the Gold Cloaks for now training them. Soon they'll be the finest fighting force in the realm. Ideally, I'd like someone from the Riverlands or the North, but the Northerners don't have anybody disciplined enough and the Riverlands…"

"Ser Brynden?" Durran asked.

"Refused." Stannis told him. "Lord Hoster's death has placed Lord Edmure as Lord Paramount, I believe Ser Brynden is staying at Riverrun to help guide him."

Durran nodded. "Then another Lord perhaps."

"I know of nobody." Stannis sighed.

Durran thought, before an idea formed in his head. "What about a Tyrell? Willas, or Garlan?"

Stannis narrowed his eyes. "Be careful nephew. A marriage to both a Stark and a Baratheon, already a seat on the Small Council and now you want to give them another?"

"They need to be kept loyal, we need the Reach." Durran told him. "Viserys Targaryen is still out there, somewhere."

"We need them, we don't need to bend over for their every whim. We already let the Starks off lightly…" Stannis began.

"I let them off lightly because Robb isn't my enemy!" Durran began getting angry. "Uncle Renly died, I know. But he wanted to die. He wanted to die after he'd lost all he held dear. Robb had lost so much too. Better for me to look weak to strengthen the Seven Kingdoms than for me to be rigid in the face of defiance and lose two of them."

Stannis remained quiet, before nodding. "Very wise. The Northerners shall remember your leniency, but I fear so will others."

Durran chuckled darkly. "Let more of them rebel and they shall see how 'lenient' I can be."

Stannis nodded his approval. "Very well, I shall ask Ser Daven Lannister. He has a good mind, he can fit the role splendidly and raise the boy as his Squire."

"You mean Tommen." Durran said strongly. "My brother."

Stannis pursed his lips shut, and after a moment just nodded. "Yes."

"Very well. Talk to Ser Daven and suggest he foster Tommen too." Durran said. "I'll go and tell him, he'll be overjoyed."

"As for Master of Coin, I thought of combining that role with Master of Commerce for Mace Tyrell." Stannis said unhappily. "The man may be a detestable oaf, but he knows his coin."

"If you're happy with that Uncle." Durran nodded happily.

The chance to tell Tommen came later that night. Durran hosted a small feast to welcome Jaime back to the Capital, and had invited his Mother and siblings too. He waited until the meal was in full swing then turned to Dany.

"Will you join me at the Small Council tomorrow?" He asked. Cersei looked on.

Dany just smiled. "Of course." Before returning to her food.

"I've never known the Queen to be invited to the Small Council with her King before." Jaime noted. "Your Fathers certainly didn't."

"Well, the purpose of uniting our claims were to rule jointly as much as we could." Durran said, taking Dany's hand when he saw she visibly froze at Jaime talking to her. "To leave Dany out of ruling would seem silly."

"Can I come?" Tommen asked.

"You're too young, sweetling." Cersei smiled softly.

"But I'm Lord Lannister now!" Tommen exclaimed. "I rule too!"

Durran laughed. "Right now, Aunt Genna is keeping an eye on Casterly Rock. You, my young Lord, will be talking to Ser Daven in the morning."

"Ser Daven?" Jaime asked.

"I had thought about sending Tommen to squire with you, Uncle, but as Kingsguard you shall have much on your plate." Durran told him. "Ser Daven is the perfect choice to teach Tommen. He's a formidable knight, a Lannister and he knows the lands and has the respect of the people."

"A fine choice." Cersei smiled thinly.

"He shall be staying in the Capital, Uncle Stannis and myself have decided to name him as Master of Laws." Durran told them all. Jaime nodded at the choice, and Cersei visibly relaxed at a Lannister having a position of power.

The rest of the meal was nice and calm, with the family finally able to let stress and worry go as much as possible. It was still slightly tense, as Durran noticed Dany's reactions every time Jaime spoke, and Cersei was still seemingly unimpressed with the Targaryen Queen. Myrcella and Tommen broke much of that tension however, the younger children causing joy whenever they spoke.

Later that night, Durran was doing some mild exercise in the corner of the room while Dany had found a book on Queen Alysanne Targaryen. She was lying in bed reading it as Durran finished some pull ups. Lightly sweating, he took a cloth and wiped his face before joining her in bed.

"Are you ok?" He asked, concerned.

"Hmm?" she asked, not taking her nose out of the book. Durran looked at her pointedly until she looked back. "Yes, I'm fine. It's just… He killed my Father."

Durran sighed, wrapping his arms around her as she placed the book down and fell into his arms. "I understand. I executed the man behind my Father's death, it's only natural you should want the same."

Dany looked up and kissed him softly. "I know he's your Uncle, and I know he probably had good reason to, but he was his Kingsguard…"

"I understand." Durran said.

"Why did you let him back?" Dany asked. "He committed treason."

"He makes Mother smile." Durran shrugged. "I know it may seem strange, me letting him stay when they've been getting up to… that… for years." He shuddered at the thought. "But I've been harsh on my Mother since I returned to the Capital. She may deserve it to some degree, but she still birthed me, I owe it to her to try and keep her happy."

Dany smiled. "For a Baratheon, you're rather soppy." She grinned. Durran laughed and squeezed her tighter.

"Never tell anybody." He grinned. "I have a reputation to uphold."

Dany just laughed. "You have my word, Your Grace."

Durran smiled, and kissed her on the head before blowing out the candles. He lay awake a while however, and could tell Dany was too. "And anyway, as wrong as it may be between Lannisters, together they made two of my favourite people in the whole world. I can't stay mad at them."

Days turned to weeks, and the end of the year was nearing. Durran had decided that his cousin Stefan and Lady Margaery's wedding would be on the first day of the new year and everyone was rushing to try and make it a spectacular occasion. Stefan himself was feeling nervous, and Durran found him in the tiltyard testing out some moves but getting frustrated with his new iron hand hindering him. Durran carried on watching as Stefan threw his sword down in anger and went to sit down. Feeling the time was right, Durran nodded to Ser Podrick to stay on the balcony and walked down to sit next to his cousin, handing him some water when he got there.

"Give it time, and you'll be formidable again." Durran tried to be encouraging.

"I'm useless." Stefan scoffed.

"You're healing." Durran corrected. He stood up and took two tourney swords from the rack. "Come on." He insisted. Stefan groaned and got up, taking one of the swords and letting it drag on the floor. Durran shook his head and held a defensive stance. "Come and attack me."

"Your Grace I…" Stefan began.

"I'm your cousin today, not the King." Durran told him. "Come and attack me."

Stefan sighed and began a lacklustre attack. Durran shook his head. "No, trust me."

Stefan took a deep breath and with one arm began to skilfully swing the sword towards Durran, who expertly parried all the blows coming towards him. After a few minutes of this, Durran's defence missed one and the flat of Stefan's sword came crashing into his side, thankfully padded by faded Baratheon leather armour.

Durran grinned, rubbing his side. "Very good. See, you still have your skill your only problem is utilising the iron arm."

"Utilising it." Stefan scoffed. "It's a hindrance, that's all."

Durran grinned. "No cousin. Look." He quickly and forcefully rapped his sword against the iron object, nodding as the sword just bounced off of it harmlessly. Stefan looked surprised, and Durran took that opportunity to raise his sword and bring it down towards Stefan's head. The 14-year-old quickly brought his arm up, and looked on in amazement as Durran's sword just bounced off again with a metal clang.

"My arm…"

"You have your own personal shield." Durran said, lowering his weapon and gripping Stefan's shoulder in a brotherly way. "Like I said, utilise it, learn to move fluidly with it, and soon we shall be leading armies into battle together."

Stefan grinned. "Thank you Durran." He said, truly happy for the first time since the battle.

"What else is family for?" Durran grinned. He looked up and saw Dany smiling down at them, her eyes beaming. She noticed his gaze and nodded behind her. "If you'll excuse me cousin, my Queen awaits." He chuckled.

"Of course." Stefan said, planning to return to attacking the dummy as soon as Durran left.

The King made his way up to his wife, who immediately grabbed his hand and almost ran to the Throne Room. Durran was so confused, but Dany didn't stop until she had pushed him onto the Iron Throne, and stood so closely in front of him that Durran couldn't get up.

"What's going on?" Durran asked.

"I've been… unwell." Dany said cryptically. "In the morning, especially."

"Unwell?" Durran asked, concerned. "Have you seen Pycelle?"

"No! I refuse to go near that lecherous old man." Dany said disgusted. "I went to see Maester Bodrin." Bodrin was a younger Maester, mainly there for the minor nobles at court.

"And?" Durran asked.

Dany burst into a wide grin. "I'm not ill." She said, her hands falling to her belly.

Durran was confused at first, before gears began whirring in his head until finally it clicked. "You're not ill." He repeated, dazed.

"No." Dany grinned.

"You're not ill." Durran repeated again louder. This time he did stand up, his hands resting above her own. "You're not ill."

"No, I'm not." Dany said happily.

"We're with child?" Durran asked.

"I'm with child." Dany corrected, hitting him on the chest lightly. "You don't have to get fat."

"A baby. An heir." Durran grinned. He leant down and passionately kissed Dany. They made out for what seemed like an age, before they pulled apart as footsteps approached.

"Your Grace. If you could withhold your urges for a few moments." Stannis said, Varys at his side looking worried sick. "There's an emergency Small Council meeting."

"An emergency?" Durran asked. "Ser Podrick, find Ser Barristan. I'll be safe." Podrick nodded and left the room as Durran took Dany by the hand and led her into the Council chambers. Stannis and Varys followed closely behind. "What's going on?" He asked.

Varys looked worriedly at Stannis, who just nodded. At the confirmation, Varys turned to the Royal couple and told them. "News from Dorne, Your Grace."

The sun was beating down fiercely as two men stepped off a ship. To the right was sand, in front of them, more sand. As he looked to the left however he saw a large castle, with one tower poking up towards the sky.

"Sunspear, Your Grace." The second man said, his yellow shirt filthy after weeks at sea.

"Yes, thank you Mormont." The first said, annoyed. "Where is Prince Doran? He should be here to greet me." They looked back up to the castle, where they saw three horses speeding down the track leading down from the gate. "Finally."

They waited, and the leaner of the two grew more erratic. "They're three girls… why is he sending girls? Is he insulting me? His rightful King!"

"They're the Sand Snakes, Your Grace." Mormont explained. "Three exceptional warriors of Dorne, with blood to House Martell through their Father, Prince Oberyn."

The girls came closer, and the pair waited for them to dismount and walk towards them.

"Welcome to Dorne." The girl with the whip on her waist began in the sultry Dornish accent. "My name is Nymeria, and these are my sisters, Obara and Tyene." She said pointing to the girl with the spear, and the one with shorter hair.

"We thank you for receiving us." Mormont began. "My I introduce Viserys, of the House Targaryen. Third of his Name. Rightful King of the Andals and the First…"

"Yes, we know who he is." Obara cut in. Viserys turned to her, outraged, but she spoke before he got a chance. "My Uncle, Prince Doran, would like to extend his hospitality to you both, but your… friends… must wait outside the city gates."

"The Spider, he has ears and eyes everywhere." Nymeria smiled sweetly.

Viserys looked at Mormont, who nodded. Turning to the girls he said. "We accept your hospitality. I look forward to talking with Prince Doran very much indeed."

He looked back at the 200 ships pulling 20,000 men of the Golden Company into Dornish waters behind him and grinned. Soon enough, he would be sat on his throne.

DUN DUN DUUUUUUN! So, there we have it, the end of Part 1 is here and we go steaming in to Part 2. This was a bit of a filler chapter until the end there as I needed to just tie off some of the loose ends from the last 10 chapters or so and that's why it's a bit shorter than most of my others in this story.

So Viserys has arrived in Westeros. Next chapter will be his backstory and what's happened to him since the very first chapter of the story. I planned this an age ago and have been so excited to get here!

Dany is pregnant too! I'll let you all guess at what the two lovebirds have created. The name and gender have already been decided however.

The timeline in terms with the rest of the show would place this at around Episode 9/10 of Season 3, just so you're all aware of what's happening in the North with Bran/Rickon/Jon etc.

I'll leave this chapter here. I just want to wish you all an amazing Christmas for all of you that celebrate it. I should hopefully get a new chapter out before New Year so I'll put the little speech I have planned in the next update.

As always, please leave me a review or a PM as to your thoughts or any questions you have. Good or bad I love reading them and love being able to answer them. Thanks to all who have recently favourited and/or followed too!

Reviews:

ArtanisRose: They're fairly sturdy and are getting the Lord of Winterfell to marry a Frey, I think they'll be fairly happy to watch on for now.

HeyStardust: I'm a pro-Stark writer I know, but even so is it weakness to save your people from a bloody siege, a bloody war and countless deaths? I get the point trust me I do but without killing off multiple characters I need later in the story I don't see how I could have changed it to give Robb the punishment many feels he deserved. He's King no longer and the marriage is to keep Robb in line as much as it is insurance for Robb that no further harm will come to his family.

EternalKnight219: I think people are right to want Robb dead, for both in show and in story actions. I just feel that everything you've said is right and that Durran is willing to risk seeming fairly weak in order to have a longstanding peace as mentioned here in the first scene with Stannis. My only hope is that people can get past that and move forward, as there are new storylines to be told that I'm really excited by.

Kira444: A good question that I should talk about a bit. My plan consists of each chapter, and a brief summary of everything I want the chapter to contain. For example: the plan for this chapter read: Chapter 17 – After the Storm. Durran gives Jaime the option of returning to the Kingsguard or helping Tommen as Lord of Casterly Rock. Talks to both him and Cersei about their treason. Dany later asks him why he was allowed to stay, and Durran tells her Jaime makes Cersei happy, and they made two of his favourite people together. Dany reveals she is pregnant. Weeks later, Durran has a Small Council meeting, and the last words of the scene are. "News from Dorne, Your Grace." Viserys and the Golden Company and Jorah Mormont arrive in Sunspear. (3x09) So just snippets of information that I later turn into a full scene and occasionally I'll let myself know when in the series that is, for referencing other storylines such as the Wall and Euron and when they should come into play. Some things change, as you can see I had the conversation with just Jaime instead of Cersei, I added a scene where Dany was uncomfortable with Jaime and I revealed the pregnancy later than I initially planned. As for the future, I currently have 3 story arcs spanning up to Chapter 40 (My equivalent of Season 7) Robb Stark and the War of the 4 Kings was the first and Viserys is the second. I'm not overly sure as to how I'm going on from that chapter though so I'm going to write some more and figure it out at a later point.

Shini Kurogane: Now? Only the matter of the Viserys and the Golden Company invading. ; )

LordVanderburgh: Robb's dad was murdered. Robb's sister was held hostage. He was forced into being a King and didn't lose a battle and that played on his mind. In the grand scheme of things yes, Robb was the victim of the war. He wasn't Durran's enemy and Durran wasn't his. I'm not really sorry to see you go if I'm honest. Bye.

Silver crow: That won't be for a while, but I'm sort of looking forward to Shireen/Edmure meeting.

trollzor69: He'll be up in the North and the Starks are friends of the Nights Watch…

Guest (easy way out): Renly died in war, that's not something any character would put any blame on. Durran understood that and understood that Renly was happier dying to be with Loras. As for looking weak, maybe. But he's being weak to strengthen the realm. The North can't hate him after that and will be among his strongest supporters.

jgs237: Next up: Viserys! Yeah Durran has strong support, but I'll be showing how strong he can be when he comes into his throne outright.

Guest (precedent): The North have had their Lord murdered twice in a row by the King at the time. Durran is trying to forge better relations for his Kingdom. The marriage ties them together in a way neither can break it easily, benefitting both sides.

ZabuzasGirl: I understand that's the review you post every time, but it seems a bit out of place when I've stated I don't know when I can update.

Hail King Cerion: Yeah I wasn't going to do that, to give the realm a rebel queen wouldn't be seen well. I remembered the 'Pact of Ice and Fire' made 200 years before the series and thought that would serve best. I get what you mean about Durran not being angry enough, but she did technically even the playing field and make it easier to bring Robb to the table, he was just pissed she went against his orders, even though they'd agreed they wouldn't order one another around.

MisterVanHoust: The North rebel against Joffrey in retaliation for the imprisonment of Ned/Sansa and then Ned's execution. They win battles in the South and kill/capture many important characters, as happens in War. If you think I don't like seeing Robb suffer, read Chapter 27 of Black Wolf Rises. It's not that I don't want him to suffer, it's that he's an important character in the story and they were at a stalemate. This is more a 'white peace' as Durran wasn't really in much of a position to outright claim victory. The North still had at least 20,000 men. The plan to march on King's Landing would have worked, as Durran would never have used his dragons on the city. Yes, other regions might think him weak, and that will come into play in the future.

Boramir: You've pretty much hit every nail on the head there. Unfortunately, they don't have a lot of time.

Guest (Dragons): He has Targaryen blood, it's just whether it's enough of it. As for the Bolton's and Freys, the Starks are in a good position again so there's no room for plots.

Noctis Storm: Again, it's looking at it like 'Do I strengthen the Kingdom or strengthen my resolve'. Nobody won this war, both parties got things to benefit them, both had to give something in return.

Vaijuiin: Roose Bolton hasn't got a reason to betray Robb. If I had prolonged Robb's stubbornness then he may have for the pardon, but with Durran at the table Roose knew there wasn't an opportunity.

Gvc: I started on this as soon as I finished the other one in some way, but please, with assignments I can't focus on Fanfiction.

Guest (selfishness): May I ask how he appears selfish? I'm not saying he's not, he's an entitled royal after all, I just don't see it.