Her loins ached, but it was a good ache, her husband had returned from war, after being away for a moon and a half. He'd left to deal with a rebellion in Crackclaw point and in the Riverlands. He'd returned with a full beard, covered in dirt and smelling to all hell, but she'd smiled and kissed him all the same. Then when he had bathed they'd made love properly. Now, as they lay in bed, her head on his chest, they spoke of the things that had been on their minds. "How are the children?" her husband asked.

"They are well, Jon has been practising with the toy sword you gave him for his last name day, Myrcella is sewing quite neatly, and Tommen is speaking." Cersei said. It had been a year and a half since Stannis's wedding and their children were growing up so quickly.

"What was his first word?" Robert asked.

"Quill." Cersei said smiling.

Robert laughed. "He's going to give Tyrion a run for his money."

Cersei frowned, she and her brother, the imp were not close, she pushed that frown down then asked. "Did the men of the point say why they had rebelled?"

Robert sighed. "Something to do with the impunity tax. They felt it was exploitative and voided their rights as agreed under Visenya's charter. I tried to tell them that that charter had been made redundant by the charter I had issued myself, but they refused to have it. Continued to claim that only a dragon could do that."

Cersei sighed, the men of Crackclaw Point had always been Targaryen loyalists, and she'd been surprised it had taken them five years to rebel against her husband. "What did you do to them?"

"I had the main perpetrators executed and their lands absorbed into the crown's domains. The others were pardoned or sent to the wall. As for their heirs, they will be raised at court from now on." Robert said. Cersei hummed, that was the smart thing to do. "I found something though as I was perusing through the leader of the revolt's things."

"What?" Cersei asked, she didn't like the sound of that.

"It appears that this revolt was supposed to be the start of a wider revolt, led in the name of the Targaryens. It seems that the men of the point would revolt, then others in the Riverlands were supposed to follow, and once they had done so, then the Targaryens were to come with sellswords." Robert said.

Cersei leaned up and looked at her husband. "And?"

"Well, since the men of the point are now dead or heading to the wall, they won't get that chance. I spoke to Stannis, he said that the fleet captured a ship filled with weapons, meant for the men of the point. The Targaryens won't be coming here any time soon." Robert responded.

Cersei breathed a sigh of relief. "Where are the Targaryens now?"

Robert harrumphed. "They've been kicked out of Braavos. It seems Willam Darry has died and as such, his servants decided they did not want the extra burden of two children to deal with. And so they are now wandering around. The last time Varys heard reports of them, they were somewhere in the waste."

"Do you not think perhaps sending people to capture them and have them killed would be the best option, to prevent them from causing chaos?" Cersei asked.

"The boy yes, the girl? I am not sure. Viserys is like his father, or so the reports say. I think he won't get much support, but the girl could be used as a rallying symbol for someone. If we could find her and then marry her to Jon, then that would end opposition I think." Robert replied.

"Unless Viserys was still alive." Cersei said, thinking of the young man, who'd been the apple of his father's eye.

Robert laughed. "Viserys could be alive, but he is his father's son. I do not think anyone would seriously want the son of the mad King on the throne."

Cersei looked at her husband. "It doesn't matter if he is the son of the mad King, Robert. He is a Targaryen and though the men of the point might have been the only war you have faced so far, there will be others who will look at this and try and make something of it. The Dornish nearly rebelled behind Prince Oberyn when you had just ascended the throne, they took a year and a half to agree to the hearth tax. Others are looking and watching. Nothing can be guaranteed."

"So, what do you suggest I do?" Robert demanded. "I cannot summon every lord and order them for observation. As that would mean that there is no one left to actually rule the gods damned regions themselves. The Maesters are slowly moving to King's Landing yes, but they are leaving vast tracts of knowledge in Oldtown for others to use."

"I know." Cersei said. For she had known, she'd dealt with the maesters who'd protested the orders they'd been given. Claiming that it violated their rights. What rights those might be she did not know. Indeed, Gormon Tyrell, one of the maesters who had protested was now languishing in a cell, something that had caused the Tyrells no end of protests.

Robert laughed. "I appreciate what you did with Tyrell, but he will need to be released. It seems Lord Dondarrion spoke with him and he promised to swear the oath, in exchange for the transferal of Pycelle's monitoring duties."

"And? Do you think he will keep that?" Cersei asked, she did not trust Pycelle, but she could control him. Tyrell? Not so much.

"I do not trust the Tyrells. But I think he will do so, he will stick to what he has promised. For he is not a fool, and I think he values his life above anything else." Robert replied.

Cersei rested her head on Robert's chest again. "Then I trust you to make the right call." Robert kissed the top of her head, and she smiled, before drifting off to sleep, comfortable in her husband's arms.