Sister's Keeper
Disclaimer: I do not own Game of Thrones
A/N: I am utterly sorry for the delay. I've been distracted from work, getting a new job, other stories, and life in general. For those who have waited, thank you.
Warning: Chapter Rated M for sexual content.
Languages:
Common Tongue
Dothraki
Chapter 111: The Next Chapter
Alysanne's POV
It was the day after the Coronation, and I had gathered my Small Council in the Tower of the Hand. This time, I did not mask my pregnancy. I wore a dress that revealed my swollen belly. Jorah held an amused expression, knowing Tyrion was going to have a stroke. Only a handful are aware, and now it is time to confirm it once and for all.
The Small Council stood up when Jorah and I entered the room. The Small Council seemed small, with Tyrion, Varys, Missandei, and Grey Worm. Tyrion and Varys's eyes widened went seeing my condition. As Tyrion's mouth literally dropped. The first thing that came out of his mouth was.
"You're pregnant!"
I smirked, "Isn't it obvious?"
"But… But…you fought in the battle in your condition," Tyrion stuttered.
"I wouldn't say she fought in the battle," Jorah murmured with a smirk.
"Your Grace…" Varys tried to speak but couldn't.
Missandei and Grey Worm seemed amused. Although Grey Worm still held some shock, he is not as expressive as Varys and Tyrion. But he was enjoying the Halfman and the Spider's reaction more than the actual fact that I am with child. Unless Missandei had told him so.
"Now, shall we end this gawking and get to work?" I asked.
Everyone nodded as we all took a seat at the table. As I sat at the end, with Jorah on my right and Missandei on my left. Grey Worm sat next to Missandei, while Tyrion and Varys sat on the side next to Jorah.
"We appeared to be missing a Master of Coin, a Master of Law, a Master of Ship, Lord Commander of the Queensguard, and a Grand Maester," I noted.
"And a Hand of the Queen," Varys added.
I merely nodded. After I stripped Tyrion of being Hand of the Queen after Daenerys's murder. I still haven't decided if I should reinstate him or not. Trust had been limited, significantly Cersei's execution being delayed for the sake of the baby. Now… I'm just not sure I can trust him like I once did. Jorah has been talking to me about giving Tyrion a final chance.
"Yes, Your Grace, suitable prospects will be brought to you for an audience in the coming weeks," Tyrion said.
"I have considered each council member shall represent one of the Kingdoms. Lady Olenna has suggested Lord Willas as Master of Coin for a temporary role until we get the economy sorted. Along with the promise to Prince Doran, suggests Prince Quentyn as Master of Law." I said.
The Small Council nodded in agreement.
"It would only seem fair for Lord Paxter to be Master of Ship since the Arbor is known for their naval fleets," I added.
The men nodded to this.
"And the Citadel shall send a new Grand Maester," Varys added. "From the whispers I hear, he will not be like Grand Maester Pycelle."
Tyrion nodded in agreement. I recall Grand Maester Pycelle, though not a strong memory. However, I've learned he had a part in the siege, in tricking my father, and a part that led to many deaths throughout the twenty years. Let alone him being a lecher.
"Who remains in the last Queensguard?" I asked.
"Unfortunately, none have survived," Varys answered. "They were either cut down by Sandor Clegane or succumbed to their wounds from Arya Stark and Tyene Sands."
If only Ser Barristan was still alive, I thought sadly.
"Jorah," I said.
Jorah looked at me.
"I'll have you in charge of selecting members of the Queensguard. Please make sure each member represents a Kingdom," I instructed.
He nodded with a small smile, "As you wish."
I know Jorah would want to select the men who will protect his family when he is occupied. With our little one on the way, we need to find them soon.
That would leave the Hand of the Queen. Something that can wait.
"There has been word from the Iron Bank," Varys announced.
"Lord Varys, Master of Whisperers, would you say the Crown's debt has been paid?" Tyrion sarcastically said.
"They will try to convince you to pay off the Baratheon's debt, Your Grace," Varys informed, looking at me.
"And why should I pay a debt I did not set, let alone a bank that has accepted stolen gold from my family?" I murmured.
Varys had a slight smirk from that.
"The Iron Bank will wave off the debt since Cersei's life has been taken," Jorah inquired.
"Yes. Time to start incurring a new one." Tyrion agreed. "We have hungry people to feed."
"I believe we can expect to assist in this regard from Dorne, the Reach, and trade with Essos," I said.
"We have armada to rebuild and ports to repair," Jorah added. "Including the battlements."
I chuckled softly, knowing the dragons had a part in that destruction during the battle.
"We've also gained more ships from Euron's fleet," Jorah added. "Modifications are being made."
"Good." I agreed.
"Your Grace, it is my theory, based on your years of work, based on my years of work on Casterly Rock sewers, that clean water leads to a population," Tyrion said.
"Add it to our list," I confirmed.
The Small Council nodded in agreement until I stared at Missandei, who was staring at Grey Worm to speak up. However, Grey Worm remained silent. I have a feeling Grey Worm will not ask me to resign.
"There is something I also wanted to add," I announced.
Everyone stared at me.
"I would like to expand our trade to the Islands of Naath," I started.
This caught the men by surprise while Missandei grinned.
"Are you sure, Your Grace?" Tyrion asked. "Naath doesn't have enough resources of than…slavery."
"From my travels and Missandei, Naath has sugar and herbs," I informed.
"Your Grace, Naath does hold some value, except there is the condition of the poisonous butterflies," Varys added.
"I am aware of the Butterflies and Butterfly Fever," I said. "That is why I would be sending the Naathi Unsullied over along with volunteers to go to Naath to protect the Island from pirates while conducting trade with the natives. We won't start for several months until the Kingdom is sorted out."
The men thought about it.
"Missandei," I said, turning to my friend. "Would you consider being the ambassador?"
"Of course, Your Grace," Missandei said with a smile.
I addressed my Commander, "Grey Worm, Missandei will need protection, and the Unsullied who go will need your leadership. Would you consider attending as well?"
Grey Worm was baffled by this. He blinked a few times and proudly said, "I'll be honored."
I nodded. The Small Council continues to discuss other arrangements. There was the occasional bickering between Jorah, Tyrion, and Varys. Grey Worm would interject in how ridiculous their ideas were until Missandei tried to be the voice of reason. I sat there amused until Tyrion finally said.
"I once brought a jackass and a honeycomb into a brothel."
Missandei and Grey Worm looked at him.
"What?" Tyrion asked.
"You never finished joke," Grey Worm answered.
That's right. When Tyrion tried to tell the joke, the Three Masters attacked Meereen. Therefore, we all looked at Tyrion to continue the joke.
Tyrion smiled, "The madam asked me, 'What can we do for you?' I said, I need a woman to lay with, for mine has left me. The Madam then asked, 'whatever for? And what's with the honeycomb and the mule?' So, I told her, 'My woman found a genie in a bottle, and he granted her three wishes. The first was for a house fit for a queen, so he gave her this damn honeycomb. The second wish was that she has the nicest ass in all the land, so he gave her this damn donkey. . ."
"And what about the third wish?" Missandei asked.
"Well . . . she asked the genie to make my cock hang down past my knees," Tyrion answered.
There were a few snickers, yet Missandei and Grey Worm remained confused.
"The Madam said, well, that one's not so bad.' And I say, 'Not so bad? I used to be six foot three!" Tyrion finished his joke.
And then it happened…
Grey Worm laughed at one of Tyrion's jokes. The strict Unsullied barely let his composure go. And yet, here it was. The Commander of the Unsullied was actually laughing. I smiled softly, taking this as the first step in this reign.
.o0o.
The Starks were making their departure. As much as I would like Jon to stay so we could get to know one another. However, he is King of the North and has given his time to help me in my war. Along with Lady Arya in the capture of Cersei Lannister. Meanwhile Lady Sansa and Bran participated in the Coronation.
We were at the docks for the Red Keep, where a ship was waiting to sail north. The Starks stood there waiting. I made my way over to them with a smile.
"I want to thank you all for what you have done for Westeros," I said. "You all made sacrifices to reach this point. The North will forever be thankful to have House Stark back as their leader. Either it is the King in the North or Lady of the North."
The Starks, well Sansa, and Arya gave a smile approving of these words. Bran merely nodded while Jon stood there, not sure how to respond. There was much I wanted to say, but I knew the ice was still thin between the Starks and the Targaryens. The wounds that Rhaegar, Lyanna, and King Aerys II made have healed and become scars. Scars fade over time, not in an instant.
Arya and Sansa helped Bran onto the ship while Jon remained where he was. Jorah stood by yet kept his distance, ensuring we were not disturbed.
"Again, thank you," I said. "The war would have taken longer if it wasn't for you."
"You have helped the North in the Great War. It's the least I can do," Jon assured.
"Still," I murmured with a small smile. "If you ever need help, just remember your aunt is only south."
Jon scoffed, giving his small faint chuckle.
"Unless you want to stay and be my Hand?" I offered.
Jon couldn't help but laugh at that, shaking his head, "I must decline. A Northerner doesn't do too well in the South…nor a Stark as a Hand."
I chuckled softly and sighed.
"You should tell them," I advised softly. "To your adopted family."
Jon nodded, "I will, once we are in Winterfell. They might not like the news."
"Can you trust them with this secret?"
Jon paused, looking onto the ship. Bran was there watching us. Bran knew of the secret. His ability as the Three-Eyed Raven had led us to this. As much as this is a conflict in a patriarchal society, Jon doesn't seem to want the responsibilities of being King of Westeros. The title of King for the North was placed onto him by the other Lords after the Battle of the Bastards. I wouldn't be surprised that Jon would abdicate a few years from now.
Jon Aenar Targaryen Snow is a leader…. but I don't think he can be a ruler.
A leader and a ruler may hold moral obligations, but the duties differ.
"I do," he whispered.
I nodded, placing a hand on his shoulder, "Farewell, Jon Snow."
Jon gave a tender smile, "Until next time."
I nodded once more.
Jon made his way to the ship.
Then I remember something, "Oh, and Jon!"
Jon paused mid-ramp.
"Rhaegal acts like a cat. If he's asleep, let him be. Just because he spoils horses for you doesn't mean you get to ride him every time."
Jon made a face as if he was in disbelief that I blurted it out. Arya and Sansa, who were on deck, saw this and tried to hide their mirth. I merely chuckled as Jon got on the ship, and soon the vessel left the dock. Jorah made his way over, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.
"Did you really have to do that?" Jorah murmured in Dothraki.
"I am an aunt. I have my rights, "I teased.
Jorah shook his head as he led us back to the castle. I smiled softly, for this was our future. As I rested a hand on my belly. A chapter of our lives is done, and another.
We were walking along the battlements when Lord Tyrion came over. He gave a bow, "Your Grace. May I have a word."
"Of course," I said as we walked.
Tyrion nodded as he walked to my right. He seemed to have something on his mind. One he was hesitant to say. As if what he will say might offend Jorah or me. We were officially Queen and King Consort. And with the tension between us, I could see why the hesitation.
"What is it?" I asked.
"I…I was wondering what my position would be?" Tyrion replied. "After my demotion, you say you would appoint me to a Master?"
"Ah," I said. "Thank you for reminding me of that. I did consider Lord Willas as Master of Coin…but if you like…."
Tyrion made a slight face. From what Varys said, Tyrion did a fair job as Master of Coin while maintaining a royal wedding. But he was not happy. Mainly annoyed.
I glance at Jorah, who nods. We had a serious talk about Tyrion. After what he had done for this war against Cersei Lannister held consequences. The death of my sister. The death of many soldiers. And yet, he defended his brother, who needed more aid than his own sister. Back in Winterfell, Jorah told me to give Tyrion a second chance. Now we debated on giving him a third.
"Jorah and I have been talking. And after a serious discussion…we will give you another chance as Hand of the Queen," I announced.
Tyrion's eyes widened, not expecting that.
"With my pregnancy, I will need all the help I can get when I can no longer do my duty and recover. Jorah will make decisions unless I need to make the final one. But we need someone who knows Westeros. And since you did well, as Hand of the King. We will give you a chance on your native ground."
Tyrion bowed, "Thank you."
I raised my hand. "However, you will be on probation."
"Probation?" Tyrion repeated.
"Yes," I confirmed. "One more mistake that'll harm my family and legacy, and you will be exiled to the Westerlands. Understood?"
Tyrion nodded.
I nodded, "Now, if you'll excuse me. I need to rest. My feet are killing me."
"Of course," Tyrion said with a bow.
Jorah led me back to Maegor's Holdfast and into our chambers. Once inside, Jorah led me to our bed and sat me down. I removed my cloak and adjusted the bodice to my gown. Jorah removed his cloak before pulling out a stool and sitting in front of me. He picked up my foot and started untying my boots. I smiled softly at this gesture. His calloused hands felt nice on my swollen ankles.
We will have to be careful with this pregnancy. We both have been through trauma. Jorah's first wife, Gillian, suffered through three miscarriages; the third one was the cause of her death. This would be my second pregnancy, and I lost the first child when Viserys attacked me in a drunken rage. And with my condition and being a product of incest, it would be high risk. Let alone my mother went through many miscarriages and pain she went through.
Jorah noticed this as he rested his hand on my somewhat swollen belly.
"Everything will be fine," Jorah assured.
I placed a hand over his, "And why do I get a feeling you know the answer before it happens."
He gave a grin, "Because I do."
I chuckled, shaking my head.
Jorah leaned forward as he gave me a kiss.
We haven't been intimate since the night Jorah left for battle. And the following weeks, we have been busy with reconstructing the city, Cersei Lannister, and the Coronation. Now that it was out of the way, there was a burning desire. One of the wives of a Host says when pregnant women reach this stage, they lust after their husbands. Jorah seemed to notice this shimmer in my eyes as he grinned.
He leaned forward and started kissing me passionately. As always, Jorah took the lead unless I desired to be in charge. Right now, all I want is to feel pleasure and have him inside me. While kissing, Jorah used his fingers to touch me, stroking the flames of passion until I quivered with need. When I went to return the favor, he captured my hands with his.
"Not yet," he told me. "Let me see you without your clothes."
"You have seen me naked before," I murmured.
"Not like this," he replied.
We began to undress each other, him moving slowly and deliberately that it was driving me insane. He chuckled at the impatient look I gave him. Though he silences my protest with a deep passionate kiss. When I was finally naked, the only things I had on were my rings and necklace. I shuddered in the winter air. Jorah's blue eyes roamed over my body, seeing how my breasts had grown and my stomach was swollen.
Not wanting to be naked alone, I reached up and worked on his undershirt, wanting to taste his skin. He helped me, pulling the shirt off. Before kissing the area with his heart, my fingers traced along his patched skin. As I kissed his chest, I worked on his pants, untying the strings and lowering the fabric down, freeing him from his confines.
We scooted onto the bed, being centered with Jorah hovering over me yet careful with his weight. He rubbed his fingers along my folds, causing me to gasp and moan. His whiskered face went to my neck, kissing the sensitive spot before making his way down, claiming a nipple. I moaned, for everything felt heightened. Everything felt good as Jorah tried to get me ready.
Nearly panting, I tried to feel his body. The instant our bodies came together, I shuddered in ecstasy. I almost lost control when he slid two fingers inside me.
"Jorah," I begged. "Please, I need you."
"I'll be gentle," he murmured.
"Now!" I cried.
Jorah adjusted himself and finally entered me. He was on his knees, lifting my hips to meet his member while my legs wrapped around his waist. The hard length filled me as my body clenched around him. We both moaned, savoring this. To feel one again. We stayed like this for a moment until he began to move.
Each thrust was strong and gentle at the same time. Each stroke finding a rhythm that would not hurt our child but at the same time give us pleasure. Every union I desired throbbed through me, searing my core. My hands explored his body, greedy to feel every muscle and scar.
And then it happened. I came, a pure and explosive climax that shattered through me. Jorah stopped, groaning as my walls tightened around him. I was in utter shock for having an orgasm so soon again. My husband noticed this, giving a smirk as he went back to pushing into me.
Placing my hands on his biceps, I gestured to him to lie down. Jorah complied as we switched places. He laid down while I straddled him, taking hold of his member and aligning it to my core. I slid down and groaned not a second longer as his length filled me to the hilt. Jorah groaned as his hands grasped my hips, keeping me in place.
We panted, staring at each other until I started to move. Moving my hips back and forth while rubbing my clit along his pelvic bone. Jorah watched this, his eyes roaming along my body from my face, breasts, and belly. His hands slid up to my breasts, massaging them, gently tugging on the nipples that I cried out in pleasure. Then his hands roamed to my belly, rubbing the bulge in which our child was growing. Until he sat up and wrapped his arms around me. His chest pressed against my breasts while lips claimed my own.
Love.
It started out as caring, lust, and desire until it finally became love. Despite all the odds, we were here not as husband and wife.
Our bodies joined as I came down, and Jorah thrust up. It wasn't long before I came again, unable to respond as my body tensed and froze. Jorah grabbed my hips, thrusting several more times, and came inside me. He groaned, resting his head on my neck. I rubbed his back, savoring the feeling.
This was us.
And then a thought came causing me to chuckle.
Jorah raised his head and looked at me. "What?"
I traced my fingers through his hair, "We better enjoy this while we can. We won't have much time with a country to rule and a little one on the way."
Jorah shook his head.
"And I have a feeling our children will be a spitfire," I added.
Jorah groaned, burying his head in my breasts.
I chuckled, rubbing his back.
"My poor bear."
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