AN: Ok so I was able to update before work.

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Chapter 9 Ros I and Dany IV

Ros

"You are to seduce this Wolf King, do you understand?" the hooded figure said, as Ros sat in her brothel.

A mysterious messenger came to her the other night, demanding that she have a word with some man who needed her services. Ros used to be a whore but wasn't anymore, and she owned the brothel that used to belong to Petyr Baelish. However, that man is now ruling the Vale and didn't want it anymore. So Ros took it and made it her own, she now was the owner of Lord Baelish's previous establishment. She made money that she couldn't have imagined ever owning, and lived a good life of luxury that she had strived to obtain since leaving the cold, damp North. Now her life was better than it had ever been, and all the scheming she had to do to get there had finally paid off.

"And what's in it for me?" she asked, eating a peach.

"The good graces of Margaery Tyrell, of course."

Ros laughed. "And why should I do this?"

"Do you like gold?"

"What human doesn't?"

"Imagine gold beyond your dreams, girl. Margaery pays her friends well, you want to be her friend, don't you?"

Ros shrugged. "I'm not sure, I don't know Margaery Tyrell."

"Oh, you and Margaery aren't so different...besides the whoring of course."

"And how is that?"

The man leaned forward, Ros could hardly see his face but she could tell he had stubble, and was fat. "Both of you want one thing: power. Margaery wants to be the Queen, and you want to be more than an owner of a brothel. Consider this, Ros. She could make you a permanent member on her council, or perhaps even more. All you have to do is seduce the King, and his honor will take care of the rest."

"So I'm to create strife between the King and the Targaryen Queen, is that it?"

"That is all. Nothing more and nothing less."

Ros considered this. She hadn't seen James Stark in almost seven years and no doubt he would be reluctant to see her again. Ros was the one person he could never say no to, and hopefully for the sake of this "mission" he wouldn't have changed. She still remembered the boy of four and ten who came drunkenly stumbling into his chambers after his name day feast, while Ros was sitting on his bed in nothing but a shift, bought by Theon Greyjoy to take his virtue. His eyes grew as wide as saucers when he saw her there on his bed. Like a new born kitten who didn't know his way, he reluctantly walked over to her and sat down. After a few kind words, Ros, removed her shift and watched as he became aroused before her eyes. Than after that it was history, he didn't last long, Ros could remember about ten thrusts before he spurted his seed inside her. James had grown enamored with her after she took his virtue, always coming to visit her at the brothel in Wintertown and paying a few coppers to have her for a night. In front of Ros he let down his shield and opened up to her, after they had sex she'd lay there in the bed with him for countless hours as he described his frustrations, his pain, whatever he was angry about; Ros listened and some. And than it grew into something more. Ros, had begun to meet with him inside the castle walls and would often meet him in the Godswood at night so they could talk and spend time with each other. James treated her kind and treated her well, he'd buy her trinkets and such, and it wasn't always about sex with him.

And then he took the black, the ultimate betrayal in her eyes. Ros, didn't know if she had ever loved James, but he certainly felt something for her. He often told her how many times he loved her, felt something for her, even wanted to marry her. James was a romantic, Ros knew, but he was also very young and didn't understand the world around him. When he joined the Night's Watch he grew up, and they grew apart. James never came to Winterfell as often as he did when he was a novice, and even then he didn't have time to see her. She could remember the day she saw him for the first time in almost a year, the Wall had made him hard and lean, and he sported a black stubble with his long hair; he looked like a soldier. James was in Winterfell for the feast for Robert Baratheon, and it was then that they re-kindled their relationship. He made love to her in the Godswood for the first time in such a while as he would to his lady wife, the way he stared into her eyes when he entered her made Ros feel important for once and not like a whore; afterwards he gave her a bracelet that she was more than happy to have. James promised her that he'd never leave her, that he loved her, that he'd give it all up for her, but than he came to her one day and told her it was over. Ros cursed him to the Others, but she didn't know why. Often than not she told herself she felt nothing for James Stark. He was a customer and nothing more, even though he showered her with love and affection. But at the end of the day she felt something when she was with him, a pang in her chest, a constant smile on her face, and loved the way he held her while they lay on the Godswood floor, asking questions of the stars. And now after such a long time, such a long history, she was being asked to see him. To see her, James.

But now he was King of Westeros and married to Daenerys Targaryen, the most beautiful woman in the world. Ros was there at his coronation in the crowd, he didn't look like he had aged a day and now his beard was neat and trimmed. She saw as the High Septon placed the crown on his head, and proclaimed him the King. All Ros could see was the boy who walked into her chambers at the brothel or told her she loved him. And then there she was...the Targaryen Queen. Queen Daenerys was standing there in a red dress that bared her shoulders, and Ros knew that she was as beautiful as in the songs they sung of her. When James kissed her for the crowd, Ros felt the pang of jealousy again. For she knew that it was once something they had. She could remember crying herself to sleep that night, for no reason at all. He is nothing to me, she had reassured herself to no avail. After all these years she still did feel something for him, but now she didn't anymore. James had moved on and so had she. Ros Stark...her name could have been, but now she was just Ros...the owner of a prestigious brothel.

However, she had heard that James had changed. That boy in Winterfell she slept with all those years ago, and afterwards was no more. James Stark was puddy in any women's hand's who said the words, "I love you," and they might've shared a child together. James had gotten her pregnant, and when she found out she killed it with moon tea. Ros wept for the child for a day, but no more. She was a whore, and it would ruin her 'business,' if she got with child, so she killed it. Ros just told James that Baelish made her do it, and he bought it. Although in the back of her mind she often thought about James and her starting a family together, but Daenerys Targaryen had beaten her to that. The Targaryen bitch, Ros thought, James was mine, all mine! He never loved me.

The man chuckled. "I know that you are very well…acclimated, with the King. Am I right?"

Ros nodded. "I haven't seen him in almost seven years. I doubt he'll recognize me."

"Oh he will," the man assured. "James Stark always remembers a face. Especially, if it's someone he used to know quite well."

"Oh, trust me, I know him quite well. Except tell me one thing, how would Margaery become the Queen?"

The man began to pace. "Well, she would sweep in and seduce him, of course. How else? When James is in a state of depression over the Queen not talking to him, he'll turn to a woman. Old habits do die hard."

"Does he even love this Targaryen women?" Ros asked, she didn't know why.

"Oh yes, yes. He has two children with the women, and they are very much in love. But we both know he wouldn't say no…especially to you."

Ros laughed as she stood up, and flattened her dress. "Alright, I'll do this. However, I demand gold and to be made Margaery's personal handmaiden when she becomes queen. Except one thing."

"What is that?"

"How am I supposed to get in touch with the King? It's not like I can just walk up to him and grab his cock." Ros said, with a teasing sound in her voice. The man was unmoved.

"The King will be in the market in Eel Alley this morning with his sister, Arya Stark. They do this every weekend. He will be surrounded by his Kingsguard and an army of Gold Cloaks, but if you make your presence known he will talk to you."

Ros gave it some thought. Certainly this could be easy if it all goes well, but the wolf girl might present a problem. The Kingsguard wouldn't though.

"That should be easy enough, and where am I supposed to bring him to?"

The man scoffed as he made his way to the door. "Certainly you can figure that out, Ros. You own a brothel, perhaps he will like to see it. Nonetheless, I bid you farewell and good luck."

"I don't need luck, ser. I know how to play James Stark."

Ros prepared as she was about to make her way to the market in Eel Alley. She wore a floral dress that was made for more comfort than modesty, and put on a golden necklace. Ros shook out her red curls and let them fall to her shoulders, as she pinned them up in the back. She donned a black cloak and made her way to the marketplace.

It was loud and dusty when she arrived, and she noticed a huge gathering of people around a specific section of the market. They were being held back by an army of Gold Cloaks, and were shouting things at the King. Most said good things and some bad, but mostly they were hungry. Ros knew the city wasn't starving, but there were still problems, and there was no such thing as a perfect King. And King James Stark wasn't an exception.

She approached the crowd and made her way to the front, as she peered over a Gold Cloaks shoulder. That's when she got a good look at the King, for the first time in seven years. He was wearing a tunic of grey with black breeches, and the crown was on his head. James wore a trimmed black beard, and long black hair, but hadn't aged a day. Ros was taken aback by the women next to him: Arya Stark. She remembered that little girl in Winterfell all those years ago, but this wasn't the same little girl. Arya actually looked beautiful.

Both were picking out fruit from a vendor, as the Kingsguard formed a tight circle around him and Arya. James was laughing as he paid the merchant a few stags and patted him in the shouder. He and Arya began to make their way towards Ros, as the Gold Cloaks parted the crowd like water and the King began to walk through them. Ros pushed her way through the people and got to the front of the crowd as James was about to pass her, he was talking to Arya.

"Your Grace!" Ros called out, but her voice was minimized by the crowd yelling the same thing, "James!" she decided to call out again.

He was right next to her when she decided to yell out something only he would know, "Godswood! Forever and always, James Stark!"

Suddenly it grabbed his attention as he turned to his right, and looked passed Arya, who was looking the same way. Ros smiled and pulled down her hood as his grey eyes began to widen, his mouth was open but he was at a loss for words.

"James, what's wrong?" Arya asked, as Ros kept on smiling. She had him right where she wanted him.

"James?" she asked again, as James pushed her out of the way and stepped forward, staring at Ros like she was some animal.

"Ros?" he asked, his voice full of wonder.

"Your Grace," Ros said, curtsying.

"Is that really you?"

"Who else could it be?" Ros replied, as she noticed Arya give her a hard look, as well as the Lord Commander of his Kingsguard. Who wasn't a handsome man.

"It's like seeing a ghost…"

"Well, here I'am!"

"Please, come forward. I haven't seen you in years. I'd like to talk!" James said, as he pulled her from the crowd.

He ordered his Kingsguard and Arya to walk behind him as he talked to her, they walked slowly down the road. Ros could tell his sister hated her, but she couldn't remember her, or could she?

"So tell me, Ros," he began, his arms placed behind his back. "What have you been doing with yourself, all these years?"

Ros laughed. "Believe it or not, Your Grace. I actually now own a brothel of my own in Flea Bottom."

"Flea bottom," he said, with disdain, "I always knew you'd climb to the top, in some way."

"I'm glad you say that, Your Grace. Its good to command the whores, and not be one yourself."

He chuckled. "Good to see the years haven't changed your wit."

"It does me good to see the years have been kind to you, James."

James scoffed before changing the subject, "How did you come into it?"

"It used to be one of Petyr Baelish's establishments, all those years ago. Certainly, you remember the last time we saw each other?"

James grew quiet, as Ros studied his face. The beard hid his reaction, but he looked like some old lion under it.

"Yes," he said, "yes I do. It was such a long time ago, and not under the best circumstances."

"Not really. You were there with your father, and well I told you about the child that we could've had."

James scoffed. "A child of a crow and a whore. Not the life I'd want for a child, even if it would've been a bastard."

"I hear you now have two children of your own, Your Grace."

James lifted a dismissive hand in the air, "Call me, James. Please."

I've got you now…"Alright. If it pleases, Your Grace."

He smiled. "Yes, I do now. A boy of almost two named, Eddard and a girl named, Rhaella. The gods have truly blessed me."

"I'm sure they are lovely, James."

"I'd love for you to meet them one day."

Ros laughed. "And I'd love to! How do they look like?"

"Eddard looks so much like a Stark, it is beyond belief. He has brown hair, more a lighter brown than dark with steely grey eyes. Rhaella is her mother personified, she has silvery-blonde Targaryen hair, but her eyes are a deep lilac while Dany's are of a violet," James described. "And Ned, we call him Ned now, is so calm and poised. He never really gets angry unless somebody pushes him to it, like Rhaella does when she steals his toys, and he is so stoic. Rhaella is a little fiery girl, who gets angry when she doesn't get her way, or throws a tantrum when Ned pulls her braid. But she is also the sweetest little girl when she wants to be. She loves to give hugs and kisses, and is in love with her Uncle Jon. I'm so close with little Rhaella, and Ned is more of a mother's boy. He loves Dany so much."

Ros smiled, he looked so happy as he told her about his children, James had changed. "They sound like beautiful babies, as beautiful as your wife, Daenerys."

"Daenerys…" he muttered to himself. "Yes, I've come to love her like no other."

"Love!" Ros exclaimed, "There's a word I thought would never come out of the mouth of James Stark!"

James laughed. "Much has changed over the years, Ros. Including me. I'm not that same boy you laid with over ten years ago."

"I can see that," Ros replied sarcastically. "Ten years ago you were a man of the Night's Watch, and not….King."

"Yes," he said. "So tell me Ros, where is this establishment of yours?"

"Flea Bottom," Ros said, now she had him. "Would your grace like to see it? It's the best brothel we have there, and I'd be honored if you'd see it."

James thought. "Well, I wouldn't oppose to it. Sure, why not?"

"Great!" Ros exclaimed as James turned around and ran over to Arya.

Ros watched as the she-wolf began to yell inaudible words, and James calmed her down. He ordered four kingsguard members and half the Gold Cloaks to escort her back to the Red Keep. Ros and James made their way back to the brothel, as finally they arrived. His Kingsguard came inside, including the Commander or whoever he was, and James ordered them to wait at the base of the stairs. The whores came out and were gracious to the King, as Ros showed him around. James was ever humble in front of her, and wasn't the same boy she knew long ago, but she had to know if he truly changed. They went to her private chambers and sat down and talked about years past. Ros ordered wine out and poured them both cups, and nibbled on some meat and cheese she had set out for him. He then proceeded to tell her about how he met Dany and how she chose him for her husband. Ros thought it was weird that she chose him like one would a pet, but he seemed to love her. James and her traded stories about their past history together, some made her laugh and some made her cry inside. Stories of about when they first laid together, when he brought his younger brothers and Theon to the brothel for their first woman, and so many others. It did Ros good to speak of him about such things, and James was calm around her.

"And do you remember when Arya caught us in the Godswood?" Ros said with a laugh.

James laughed harder. "Yes, yes I do. We were in the Godswood and she stumbled upon us, and ran out in terror. Arya than asked me why me and you were fighting."

Ros laughed. "Fighting? Is that what she said? Gods that is too funny."

"That is too funny," said James. "I do miss our times that we used to have together, Ros. I never forgot about you, never did."

"And I never forgot you," she admitted. "I never have, and never will. I did love you, James."

"I loved you as well," James told her. "But times have changed and us as well. Dany has my heart now, but you'll always have a special place in it. You were my first love and that I cannot ever forget."

Ros smiled at him as he rose from his seat and went towards the door. "I really should get going."

Suddenly, they were alone in her private quarters as he tried to rush out, but Ros stopped him.

"Why leave now, your grace?" she said, her voice seductive.

James stood there, like some soldier, "I have to go back to the Red Keep, Ros. Or have you forgotten that I'm King?"

Ros scoffed, "Oh trust me, I've forgotten. You may act like one now, but I know that you are still that man who would have had his way with me in the godswood. Or, do you mean to tell me you've forgotten about that?"

"Yes, I have," he said sternly, "I love Dany now."

"You used to love me, remember?" Ros said, she got close to him and twirled the cloth of his tunic in her finger. She brushed her thigh against his groin as he retracted from her, in disgust.

"You mistake me, Ros." he said. She hated when he pretended to not like it, "I have two kids, and a loving wife. You'd think I'd throw it all away for this?"

Ros laughed. "Even now, you still try to play the man of honor? I don't recall you remembering about your honor as you fucked me in the broken tower, remember?"

Ros backed him into a corner, as he just stood there. But to her he looked like some frightened animal, trying to get away. Ros tugged at her dress and let it fall to the floor, as she stepped out of it and pressed her naked body against him.

"Do you remember this?" she asked, bringing her head to his ear, "Do you remember this body, Lord Stark?"

James tried to move out of the way, as Ros blocked him. "I'm afraid you aren't getting out of her, until you do one thing. And I think you know what that is…"

"I won't," he said defiantly. "You may not believe me, but I actually love, Daenerys. I never loved you."

"Oh, I beg to differ," Ros said laughing as she kissed him, and grabbed his manhood. He kissed her back, and that's when she knew he was hers.

-x-

Daenerys

Daenerys was sitting in her royal chambers in Maegor's Holdfast with Arya, as both of them watched their children playing together. Robert and Eddard were playing with cloth swords, both pretending to fight with gusto, as the girls were combing their dolls straw hair. Before Dany had told James she was barren, they had spoken of what they wanted to name their children. As if without hesitation, James, told her if they had a boy it would be Eddard and Dany let him have that much. If it was a girl she wanted to name it after someone she admired...it was her mother that came to mind. "I want to name a girl, Rhaella," she told James while they laid intertwined in the gardens. "I want to name her after my mother." James nodded and told her it was a beautiful name. Dany looked at Rhaella now and saw her hugging her cousin and best friend, Lyanna. The two girls were inseperable and so close with each other, playing together and napping together, it made Dany smile. Rhaella was such a sweet girl when she wanted to be, but the dragon blood coursed through her strongly, and mixed with wolfsblood...only made it worse. And my little Ned. Eddard, or Ned as everyone called him now, had all of his father's families traits. He was calm, stoic, and unnerving with his stare. Ned was only almost two, but his steely grey eyes could peer through you. He was a little handsome boy, and had brown hair that was kept somewhat long. Ned was close with Dany and loved her so much, Rhaella was closer to James and she was in love with her uncle Jon. When Jon was around she only wanted to be held by him, and it made Dany laugh, he treated her kindly. Arya and Dany sat in the bed as both talked about the small council, and the realms problems. Stannis and Baelish still were in the dark, and James had sent another envoy this morning with strict orders to bring them back. Daenerys found it curious that neither of them were replying to whatever envoy or raven her husband was sending, it made her curious. At night before they went to sleep and Dany would kneed his back after the day, James would tell her his thoughts on these two men. "Stannis is just sour," James admitted as he caressed her back how Dany liked it, "and Baelish is just a snake. One of them feels slighted at not being the Lord of Storm's End, and the other is just a weasel in the dark, waiting to strike at the right moment. We have to keep them close, Dany."

The loyalists were becoming increasingly agitated, especially the Martells, that James still sat the Iron Throne and Aegon was still rotting within Dragonstone. Most of them felt that Aegon should be King, and that Dany should be sitting on the ancient Targaryen chair, but Dany felt otherwise. Sunspear had written her ravens demanding Aegon's release, and James always threw those into the hearth in their room. Dany would be getting undressed for bed and James would be in his smallclothes while he smiled at her, and threw the messages in one at a time. "And here is what I think of you, Trystane," James would say when he tossed it in. She wanted to be Queen of Westeros and had worked so hard for it, going to the deepest of seven hells to get there, and she'd be damned if Aegon solely took it just because of Rhaegar being his father.

Dany would rather have Jon on the throne than Aegon, at least Jon was humble and honorable. Aegon was arrogant and cocky, he reminded her in some way of Viserys, with his sense of entitlement. However, Aegon wasn't crazy or an idiot, and Viserys was. So when she invaded all bent the knee, and having dragons helped. Daenerys remembered when her and Aegon rode to the Wall together to fight off the Others, she on Drogon, he on Viserion, and Jon on Rhaegal. The three-headed dragon drove them off, and afterward Aegon sat them down to tell them he was going to take King's Landing and become the King of Westeros. He even had the audacity to offer his hand in marriage to Dany, and told Jon that he could be his Hand of the King. "I need you two," he had said when they were sitting in Jon's chambers. Dany recalled that being the first time she had seen James Stark. He was clad in black on Jon's right hand side, his hair was longer than and his beard coarsely thick and unruly. He was nervous when Jon introduced her to him, and he couldn't take his eyes off her when they were sitting in Jon's chambers after the Others were defeated. Daenerys could recall catching his gaze for a few seconds before he looked away, she laughed at that. The second day she remembered walking up to him and asking how he was doing. James only stuttered. "I'm...I'm doing fine, Your Grace. How are you?" He looked so cute when he was nervous. Dany then remembered him asking her about her dragons, and she pointed them all out to him in great detail. James also told her how beautiful she was when they had finished talking, how brief it was. Ever the charmer. Dany accompanied Aegon to Dragonstone and listened to his plan to invade, when at the behest of Ser Jorah she had him imprisoned in the night, and threatened to burn Stannis's home to the ground if he didn't obey. But he did, they all did, and Aegon was bitter after that. He vowed to kill Dany and take what was his. "You'll have a hard time doing so behind a cell," Dany had retorted to him. She wouldn't lose her Throne to another rebellion, and her reign was cemented as long as Aegon remained a prisoner and her dragon's still drew breath.

"Dany, I have to tell you something," Arya said, as Dany watched Rhaella brush her dolls hair. "It's been troubling me."

"What is it, Arya?" Dany asked, turning to her. Arya was a good sister by law and a good aunt. Dany couldn't have asked for nothing more.

"It's about, James. Something happened when he was in the market this morning. It isn't good."

"What happened?" Dany demanded, her voice full of concern. "Is James alright?"

"Yes, yes, he is ok. James is not harmed," Arya replied, lowering her voice so the children couldn't hear. "This morning, a woman came to see him. A woman from his past. I remember seeing her with him at Winterfell, when we were children…"

Arya hesitated to speak and Dany knew this couldn't be good.

"Who is it, Arya? Tell me!"

Arya cleared her throat. "It was some whore, with red hair. I remember her being called Ros…yes that's it. Anyway, she is a real snake and had James under her thumb when we were young. Trust me, she is no good."

"Ros…" Dany said under her breath. "Yes, he did tell me about her. Why would she see him now?"

"I'm not sure," Arya said, "but she showed up at the market and he began to talk to her."

"Where is he now?" Dany demanded to know.

Arya shook her head. "I'm not sure. He told me he was going somewhere with her before he sent me back to the Red Keep. I hope he didn't do anything stupid…"

"Oh, he better not have. I will make sure he didn't, and if he did seven hells could not prevent what I'd do to that woman..."

Arya looked back to the children, as they heard scuffling outside the door and James barged through. His face was sweaty and he had a look of sadness about him, as Arya turned to Dany and flashed a look of concern.

Dany stood up and crossed her arms, her face stern as Arya took the hint.

"Kids!" she said beckoning them over. "Robert, Lyanna, let's go! We need to leave uncle James and aunt Dany, alone."

Both kids said goodbye to their cousins as Arya left the room with them. Dany ordered her hand maidens to take her children out of the room, and they did quickly. That famous Targaryen temper was about to come out in full force, and she didn't want the kids to see it. James Stark was a dead man…

"You care to tell me, where you have been?" Dany asked, angrily her arms crossed and her blood boiling. James shot her a look of sadness.

"I was out at market with Arya when I-" he began.

"-Save it!" she yelled, her temper flaring. "Arya told me about the whore you ran into at the market."

"Arya, told you? Why that little-"

"-Do not blame your sister for your fault, James. Now you will tell me what happened with you, and that red-headed whore!"

James looked at her like a child, and Dany knew he was guilty. He didn't need to say anything, but she already knew.

"It's not what you think, Dany Stormborn," he began, walking close to her. Dany couldn't help but stare at his hands, and think they touched another women besides her.

"Get away from me!" she yelled, backing away from him.

"Dany!" he yelled, "It's not what you think we didn't do any-"

Dany backed up and turned her back to him, so he couldn't see her crying.

"I smell her on you, James!" she yelled, between tears. "I smell that whore on you, and how dare you lie to me! I will find this women, James and I will kill her! You know I will!"

"Dany…" he said, with sadness as he got closer but she pushed him away.

"I know you did something, you kissed her, didn't you? Did you do more? Did you fuck her, James?!"

"No! She tried to come on to me, but I pushed her off. All she managed to do was kiss me, but I prevented it from going any farther. You must believe me!"

Dany didn't believe him. He tried to hug her but she kicked and screamed in his arms,

"LET GO OF ME!" she screamed, her voice thick with anger and grief, "Let go of me! I hate you! Get out! Get OUT!"

James let go of her and she pointed a finger at the door. "You leave me now, James Stark. And don't presume we are sleeping in the same bed, tonight. I don't want to see your face for days, do you hear me? Days!"

James looked at her like some puppy, his face was full of sadness. "But Dany, we didn't do-"

"-Did you not hear a word I just said, James?" Dany yelled, "GET OUT!"

"Fine," James said, relenting, "but know that I didn't do anything, Dany. Know that I still love you and our children."

"Get out!" Dany yelled again before he flashed her a angry look and made for the door, Dany saw Jorah standing by the entrance and beckoned him in. James closed the door behind him.

"Is everything alright, Khaleesi?" Jorah asked, as Dany stood in front of the bed, whimpering.

"Yes, Ser Jorah. I want you to answer a few questions, if you don't mind."

"Anything," he said, bowing his head.

"You were with the King this morning, were you not?"

"Yes I was, Khaleesi. My place is at his side."

"So I want you to answer me this next part, truthfully. Do you understand?"

"Of course," Jorah replied without hesitation, "I'll always be honest with you."

Dany cleared her throat, "Was James with some red-haired woman this morning? And if so, where did he go with her?"

Jorah looked at her in shock, his devil brands staring back at her, "Yes he was, Khaleesi. James was talking to some red-haired women this morning, and they went back to a brothel she owned. All she did was show him around, and they were in private, but James ordered us to wait by the stairs."

Dany was taken aback and turned away from Jorah, so he couldn't see her cry, "Thank you, Ser Jorah." she said whimpering, "You may leave now."

"As you wish," he said bowing his head and leaving, but than Dany got another idea.

"Jorah!" she called out, the man turned around insantly.

"Yes, my queen?"

"I want you to do me a favor, if you will."

"Of course," he said, getting to one knee, "Whatever the Khaleesi commands."

Dany walked over to him and lifted his head up. She knew Jorah was in love with her, and had always been. Now she had to play that to her advantage,

"I want you to find this women for me, Jorah. If you do, some surprise will be in store for you," Dany said, her voice in a whisper in his ear. She felt his breath quicken and voice tighten, "Do I make myself clear? Find the women and bring her to my solar immediately."

Jorah took a step back, "Yes, Khaleesi. I understand. I will find this women for you, although it may take a couple of days."

"Take all the time you need, Ser Jorah. But you will find her for me, and you will bring her to me…unspoiled. In fact, rough her up a bit."

Dany flashed him a smile as he bowed his head and left the room. Now all she had to do was wait. A couple of days passed, as the animosity between her and James still remained. She did not sleep in the same bed as him, or did he sleep in the same bed as her. During the day Dany made sure not to see him, didn't even break her fast with him, and would only be with him during small council meetings. Just to show that nothing was amiss. The kids would see him when Dany was not there, and she spent most of the day with Arya.

Finally the time came as Jorah had found the women, it was at night but Dany didn't care. She waited in her solar for them, as finally Jorah brought the women forward, bringing her to her knees. Dany walked forward to her and crouched to meet her eye level, pushing back a strand of red hair from her face. Her face had fresh bruises and cuts. She was as beautiful as James described her, but age was finally catching up. Dany hated this women with all her might, as she felt the blood of the dragon stir up in her.

"The women, as promised," Jorah said, as Ros looked up at Dany.

"Thank you, Ser Jorah. That will be all, for now. Just leave two Queensguard here with us, that is all."

"For what?" Jorah asked.

"For whatever I command, Ser." Dany replied, her voice with filled with malice. Jorah swiftly nodded and closed the door behind him, as Dany once again crouched to eye-level with this women.

"So you're the woman, who took my husbands virtue?" Dany asked, brushing her hair back, "You are truly a beauty, aren't you?"

Ros remained silent as Dany still looked her in the eye, "Do you know who I'am? Do you?"

The whore still wouldn't speak,

"SPEAK!" Dany yelled, as the red-haired women spit up blood.

"You are the Targaryen Queen." she finally answered.

"And do you know who my husband is?"

"The King…" she said, sarcastically.

"The King…" Dany scoffed, "No I want his name!"

"James Stark…" Ros answered, she was laughing. "The man who I've fucked more than once!"

Dany slapped her across the face as the women fell back, she ordered her Queensguard to stand her up again.

Ros spit out blood. "Why have I been brought her? Do you want to trade some stories about, James? See which one of us made him scream our names better. I for one remember when I took his virtue in his chambers, and he moaned my name when he spilled inside me. Ros..he had said...'Ros.'"

Dany slapped her again and kneeled down to stare into he eyes. "And now it is my name he moans every night, my name he swore to love until the end, and mine he will always remember. You meant nothing to him, and were nothing but a whore. I share two children with him. What did you share?"

Ros was unmoved. "I shared love with him, Your Grace. I made James Stark who he was, and that is something you can't take away from me. He didn't moan your name when he climaxed on my stomach no more than two days ago..."

Taken aback, Dany kicked her in the stomach while she was down and that elicited a yelp from the whore. She felt like crying and felt like killing her husband, but she couldn't believe that he would...James couldn't cheat on her... could he?

"Now tell me, Ros. It's Ros, isn't it? What did you and James do in your brothel? Tell me now."

Ros laughed. "Well we fucked, of course. What else would we do? You see, James Stark is an easy man, once you know how to play him. I'm the puppet master holding the strings."

Dany felt the anger rise in her, she slapped her again,

"YOU WILL NOT TAKE MY HUSBAND FROM ME! YOU WILL NOT TAKE THE MAN I LOVE FROM ME!" she yelled, her face an inch from the whores, "YOU WILL NOT TAKE MY CHILDREN'S FATHER FROM THEM!"

Ros laughed, as Dany slapped her again. "You will die for this! By the old gods and the new, by the red god and the millions of gods beyond counting, you will die!"

Ros laughed even harder. "No you won't, Your Grace! James won't let that happen to me!"

"James does not tell me what to do! You will die, for treason. Tomorrow, you will. WHORE!" Dany spat once more, as she ordered the women out of the room.

Jorah walked in as Dany just stood there, in shock.

"What happened?" Jorah asked, coming closer, "I heard talk of treason and death?"

"Ser Jorah…" Dany said, cooly, "I want you to erect a stage in front of the Red Keep. I believe we have a women to execute for treason…"

"You can't be serious, Khaleesi?" Jorah said, "You will be seen as a tyrant and-"

"-Do not tell me what I can't and can't do, Ser!" Dany yelled, "You will obey my commands or I will tell the King you disobeyed me, is that understood?"

Jorah stood there, his face hard as it was when he got angry, "Understood, Khaleesi."

The next day passed as Dany was outside the Red Keep, standing on the dais she had constructed for the occasion. Already a crowd was forming, as word spread that a traitor was being executed. The small folk loved a good be-heading and Dany planned to make an example out of her. Dany stood on the dais, in a dress of blue with her Queensguard and Ser Jorah, as they brought the women forward.

A black hood covered her face, as Dany ordered her bent down on a stump. The crowd went wild as they removed it, and Ros was shown. Her face was swollen and bruised from the beatings, and Dany's slaps.

Dany hushed the crowd, "This whore has been charged with treason!" she began, "She conspired to lay with the King and ruin my marriage! However, I found this out. And as long as I'am your Queen, treason will not go unpunished!"

The crowd went wild as Dany ordered the women forward: ready to lose her head.

"Ser Jorah…" Dany said, "Bring me her head!"

Jorah drew his sword as he stood in front of the women. But before his sword fell, Dany raised a hand,

"Any last words?"

Ros laughed, "Only that I fucked your husband, and played him for a fool!"

"You just sealed your death with that. Ser Jorah, do what you-"

"-WHATS THE MEANING OF THIS!" Dany heard James yell as the King stepped forward onto the dais, followed by some Gold Cloaks. His face was red with anger and Dany knew the wolfsblood was on him. He came towards Dany and Jorah.

"Jorah, what are you doing? Dany?"

"I'm executing the women you love!" Dany yelled, "She committed treason!"

"She did no such thing!" James yelled, his face in shock, "Dany I told you nothing happ-"

"SAVE IT!" Dany yelled, "She told me the truth!"

"And what did she tell you?"

"That you fucked her!" Dany said, her voice filled with malice.

James turned to her and turned back to Ros, "Why did you tell her that? You know that isn't true!"

Ros laughed some more, "Oh but it is, my KING! It is true…"

"No it isn't!" he yelled back, "You kissed me but I pushed you off me, Ros! Tell the Queen the truth, and your life will be spared. Confess, now!"

Ros scoffed, "Fine, I'll tell her the truth. The truth that I fucked you!"

The crowd began to roar as Dany ordered Jorah to execute her. Jorah raised his sword when James grabbed his arm,

"Don't!" he yelled, "I'll do it. I'll execute her."

"Is this some kind of trick?" Dany asked.

"No," James said shaking his head, "You seem to forget who I'am and where I came from, Dany. My father was Ned Stark, and the blood of the First Men runs through my veins. And the man who passes the sentence should swing the sword…"

Dany nodded, "Well go ahead, James. Swing the sword…"

James drew a large breath and nodded as he drew his sword, he flipped it so the tip dug into the wood and he held the pommel under his chin.

"Say the words!" Dany yelled, "Say them!"

The crowd grew silent as James drew in a breath, "I, James of the House Stark, the First of his Name. The King of the Andals, and the Rhoynar, and the First Men. Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm. Sentence you to die, for treason."

Dany watched as he raised his sword, and just as the sword had began to fall, Ros cried out, "Wait! I have final words!"

James dropped the sword to his waist, "Let us hear them!"

"Your grace," Ros began looking back to Dany, "The King speaks the truth, he never did lay with me. I tried to seduce him on orders of Margaery Tyrell," she confessed turning her green eyes at Dany once more before turning back to James, "May the Gods help you, James Stark. For after this: you are truly lost."

Dany was taken aback, why would Margaery…"Still…" Dany said, "You conspired to commit treason and kissed the King. I'm afraid you still must die."

"Dany!" James yelled, as she dismissed him.

"Do it!" she insisted as James raised his sword above his head.

He delayed a few seconds before the sword fell, and nodded at Ros before striking her neck. The first blow failed to cut clean, and it hacked her neck in half. It took two more swings before her head severed from her body, and James threw down his sword in disgust. Dany saw him feel some sort of remorse and sadness, and she felt bad for him. It was now she realized her mistake,

"James…" she called out, placing a hand on his shoulder. The cries of the crowds drowning out everything.

"Don't talk to me!" James said to her, seething. He walked away as Dany stood there on the dais, with Jorah.

The roar of the crowd filled her ears, and tears came down her face. She looked down and saw the red-haired women's head, staring back at her. And the man she loved, was gone.