Ten years into the future,

Jeyne had given birth twice in the years since; the next born from her womb had been a boy named Steffon, of her Lord husband had named after his own Lord father. After the birth of Steffon, she believed her Lord Husband had started falling in love with her, given that he always bedded her when he came home to Storm's End from his duties on the small council, so much so that they begun sharing quarters. The next birth had been little Jocelyn, just a short year after Steffon's birth, with her thick locks of raven-hair and bright blue eyes, and her wild, strong spirit that remind her so very much of Lyanna Stark when she still lived that was. Or so she thought so, given how she loved sword-fighting and loved playing rough and tumble games with her older brothers despite her femininity and the fact she was three year younger than her eldest brother as it was. Jeyne figured she'd need to make a proper lady out of Jocelyn, but she found her fierce spirit to be vibrant and invigorating, as well as making her interesting.

Davos loved the art of sword's play and was quite the little talent with the art, despite him only being a ten years of age. His brother Steffon was a consummated studier of maps and of the histories of the Seven Kingdoms, but he was quite taken with the idea of Knighthood, and thus the two boys often times spared to get better at sword's play and what not. Davos was the far better swordsman than Steffon was, but regardless he always played fair with his brother. As for her daughter, she loved and admired Davos, her eldest brother, of whom she followed around everywhere. It was quite a cute relationship, and the two got along the best from amongst the three siblings, with Davos being highly protective of Jocelyn. Indeed, that sort of relationship is what caused a rift between Davos and Prince Joffrey, of whom was interested in marrying Jocelyn someday, despite an objection from Davos. Sometimes she wondered if Robert would force Stannis to remove the marriage agreement between their two houses in preference for having her sweet, headstrong daughter be Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, but it never came to pass, despite both the efforts of the Queen Consort and the Crown Prince.

"I love you, Jenny." Her husband said, as they sat on the edge of their bed, as her own feet dangled off of the side of their marriage bed. She stared at him, before giving him a look of playfulness. Of course he loved her, less she'd be sleeping in her own tattered bed, and he wouldn't be doing her mid-day, with the sun in the sky slowly dipping on the two of them as the two of them sat or laid upon the soft raven-gold colored Myrish cloth. But besides, that, she was naked. Ever since she'd given birth, she'd gain a lot of weight from it, but not enough to affect her figure in the long-run. Her breasts were much larger than she had started giving life to children though, even though the only babe she'd even attempted to breastfeed would have been Davos. But than again, she was in love with him, and she was full of a mother's milk, so she must've experimented at least once or twice with him, given that he was her first babe. Her golden angel, all wrapped in gold/sliver wrapping, just like Jocelyn and Steffon, but he was her first little angel though.

"I love you too Stannis, but you need to go back to King's Landing to deal with stupid Balon's Rebellion, and besides, I'll be fine here. " She winked at him. "I'll watch over lil space over the Kingdom whilst you play the hero that ended the farce rebellion over on the Iron Isles." She was going to tell Davos and his siblings that their father went away with his levies to stop a farce supposed King's rebellion on the true King's behalf. She was also sure that Davos would like to hear the full tale of his father's deeds when he came back though. But when he came back, she fully expected that the two would spend a night with a bottle of fresh champagne brought from the Eyre, celebrating his deeds. She knew he'd like that, someone to appreciate his deeds when nobody, aka Robert, didn't even thank his brother for his assistance nor help. He might thank Ned though. As for Ned, she hadn't seen him, for so many years now, that she didn't know how he felt about her now. Did he hate her? It seemed highly unlikely that he would. She wondered if he still held a torch for her, even after all of these years, of him being married to another woman and producing children of his own, of which included Robb, her little daughter's fiancee, it was a marriage set into stone by Robert actually, and she wasn't one to object. He also promised his raven-haired daughter, Myrcella, to Davos, and Steffon to Sansa Stark. Indeed, the King had been busy with marriage proposals - but he had yet to promise any of his two golden-haired sons, even though the Tyrells wanted on the action by offering their sweet daughter Margery up to the Crown Prince.

He had yet to accept that proposal yet, it was reported.

"He'll no doubt say It was Ned Stark's doing again, just like he did during his own Rebellion. You know, Jenny, I didn't eat straps and rodents during the entire year long siege just for the valiant Ned Stark to take credit for my actions of keeping myself and Renly alive during the entire ordeal. Sometimes, I think that he just loves Ned more than me.." He sighed, and he sounded so utterly heartbroken over it, that Jeyne felt uttermost sorrow for him in that regard.

"Oh bother that, I've known the heart of Ned Stark. He's just as honorable and dutiful as you are, my Lord. Robert is a fool not to see it, as I truly do. You're a honorable, loyal man and I adore you for it." She knew Ned Stark, although she supposed that he was a much harsher, more realistic version of him though. Ned saw only the best in people, Stannis saw the worst in people. She far preferred the cynic over the dreamer any-day, for the cynic would be the one to see past the deception in a person's character and would act accordingly. She felt safer knowing that he'd defend her and his children in every possible, even if it was harsh and against his own morals, than to be married to a man that was so full of dreams on how good people were, that they couldn't help but be delusional about people's true intent. She didn't hate Ned for that kind of thinking, but she believed it wouldn't help him in the long run though. "It's a shame to me, really, that he can't see that you and Ned are so alike, truly." She sighed, patting him on the back gently.

Her husband sighed along with her, before getting up and getting changed.

"Did you know Eddard Stark well, whilst he and you were in the Vale?"

She hadn't told him about that kiss, not after all of these years. She didn't want to offend him, for him to be angry with Ned over it, considering Ned already got that kind of speech from her uncle that tore him asunder after hearing of it. "We were acquainted. I also knew of Brandon Stark as well. He was a ill-tempered young man, kind of like Robert, your own brother. He, like Robert, tried flirting with me for my brother to intervene and put a quick stop to that." She so dearly missed Elbert, with his kind sense of humor, his humbleness towards woman, and his protectiveness over her. He was highly protective of her, so much so, that when he died at the hands of Aerys II, that she found herself sobbing for many days on end, thinking about the terrible ways of which he died at the scab King's hands. She was so very devastated by his lost, that she had began leaning on Ned for support and comfort, given that he also had lost someone due to the scab King. He told her a lot about his life and about his own grievance towards his own brother, indeed, she felt that she would have fallen for him due to those conversations. She loved his sense of duty, he loved her soft femininity, and thus, that begun her short-lived infatuation of him, until he told her very bluntly that he felt the same way at the tourney of Harrenhal. Why didn't Jeyne jump with him when she had the chance? She sometimes pondered this, to stare at her husband and children that she blessed him with, and than she realized she had made the right decision in not consummating that kiss shared between herself and Ned Stark at Harrenhal.

"I heard rumors about you and Ned Stark... They were untrue of course, that you produced his bastard." Jeyne's heart leap upon hearing this.

"Those are farce rumors than. I was still but a maiden back than, I never produced the boy known as Jon Snow, and you know it. You saw the blood on the bed after our first bedding as I did." She felt like defending herself on this. It was such a bloody insult, to say that about her. Jeyne was never one for being a whore, not with any man, and not of wedlock, and not just because of her brother, even though he felt something similar enough to put an end to all challenges on her maidenhood. She was a devout worshiper of the Maiden, and to sleep with any man out of wedlock would insult the Goddess, of whom believed a maiden should be a maiden until she had been taken by her Lord husband and her lord husband alone. But besides that, she simply couldn't muster the courage to sunder herself in such a way. It seemed so very dishonorable to do, at least in her eyes, and besides, only whores got themselves pregnant out of wedlock. Jeyne wasn't a whore, most certainly not - no, she was a good Lady and like a good lady, she'd serve her Lord husband with whatever he desired out of her. Even though Stannis was a good husband, and a great father, and he always dotted on their children; Jeyne had also noted he smiled more around them. He seemed much more happy since he became a father to two strong young men.

He leaned and kissed her, taking any words out of her mouth, as he fell on top of her. He was so big, so big indeed, and he was twice her size at that. She had always been a small girl, of a small size, but Stannis, he towered over her, even though he always got on top though. He didn't hitch off her raven/gold dress she was currently wearing, no, he left it on. He just wanted a taste of her before he left to King's Landing, no doubt. He was kissing her goodbye, no doubt, given that when he usually kissed her it was rather chaste. This kiss was not at all chaste, no, it was a kiss to a Lord to his dear Lady.

He eventually got off of her though. "'I'm going to see Davos and our little fosterling, Robert Arryn, before I go to King's Landing alongside my levies." Robert Arryn was a curious case, a weak little boy, he had been born in King's Landing to Jon Arryn and his wife, Lysa Arryn, a hateful woman that seemed envious of her and the three healthy children that she had been blessed with. She hated it when they took him away to Storm's End upon Jon Arryn request though, when he had discovered the boy's appetite for his mother's tit milk though. Since than, she'd had the pleasure of his company, although she had to let Davos and her other children know to be extremely delicate with the Heir of the Eyre, for he was a rather delicate little boy that could hardly hold his own in a swordfight, much less a beat down from the rather boisterous Davos or her other children for that matter. Indeed, she had Maester Cressen tend him and to make sure that he was being fed more things of substance than he had been previously, given that he was terribly underweight which concerned her. But besides that, Stannis was keen on making him a man despite his little boyish potbelly and the fact he was about the size of Davos when he was just learning how to walk at the tender age of one. Indeed, she was concerned how long the little boy would last, even with him getting proper help and assistance for his pains - she'd never seen such an unhealthy child in her life, and she wondered how such a young woman like Lysa Tully could've given birth to such a child.

"Good luck." She smiled, before he left her sitting on the bed.

Joffrey Baratheon

Usually, he did not feel such envy, such scorn, but he did in the case of Davos Baratheon. He was everything Joffrey was not - raven-haired, blue eyed, a mini template of his own Baratheon father, and not to mention, his father never ignored him. No, Stannis Baratheon, his uncle, loved his little son and heir, so much so, that he didn't have a Pate for beating his own son, no, he had nothing for him but a genuine love of him, something that Joffrey didn't have. He felt so utterly envious of Davos, his earnest cousin, the one that looked so very much like a Baratheon should be. Indeed, his mother boiled like an egg when she discovered that he could pick up Robert's own hammer, despite him only being ten - a mere year younger than himself, at that. He was everything that he himself so wanted to be, a good son, a good heir, and most importantly, someone that was going to marry his sister, Myrcella, with her ink raven-black hair and deep blue eyes, someday.

"Your uncle is coming here." His mother sighed, staring at him, as the two sat, overlooking the Stag pond that his father had installed in the Gardens of King's Landing. At one point, it had been of a raven-colored Dragon spewing water of it's lips like a Water dragon, but his father had that fountain removed in preference for a stag pool, with one large raven-colored dragon sitting in the pond, with it's golden-ore of an eye staring at everyone that passed it. His cousins, Davos and Steffon, liked the fountain like his father did when he saw fit to construct it in the Gardens, and thus, they spent some time chasing each other around it like normal boys.. like normal brothers. He didn't have the kind of relationship with his own little brother, Tommen - no, they had too large of an age gap between them to act like normal siblings, as for Myrcella, she just hated him something dearly, and she told him so right to his face. His sister was a rather blunt girl and was completely lacking in fear of himself and everyone around her, for that matter. His father liked kind of behavior from her, and even encouraged it.

"Is Davos coming?" He mused. Whenever the Lord-Heir of Storm's End came to King's Landing, everyone In King's Landing stared at him, and saw him as a true Baratheon, like his own father.

"No." She smiled.

"Well, that's a bummer, now ain't it? My father so does love pushing me into a friendship with him..." Robert had tried, time and time again to get them to get along, with no avail, They were too different personality wise, Davos was boisterous, with a side of dutifulness.. whilst he, he wasn't exactly the most dutiful of Princes even though he did try to be, for his father's sakes. He personally believed that his father just wanted him to have a good Hand someday, and that his cousin would be prefect for the position, but he himself didn't want him to have it. It would be highly suspicious and would limit his own power if he were allow him to be the second most powerful within the realm; and besides, everyone is already suspicion of his birth, given how Jeyne Arryn, the boys mother, is a blonde in her own right, and she not once, had a single blonde-haired child. It would not be a very good idea to give him any kind of power within the realm when he was King himself.

"You don't need to be friends with him, my sweet boy." She gave him a hug and a smile, as the two watched the gentle fountain together. She was about the best part in his life, the only one that gave him any semblance of love and affection. Unlike Davos, of whom had a normal, average childhood to two people of whom loved and adored him, he only had one person. That being his mother, otherwise, his father ignored him, or tried hitting him, in the case of the kittens he had saved from it's pregnant mother's womb to give to him. His father had hated it, so much so, that he had threaten to beat him into a pulp, with or without that hitting boy.

"I know. I believe my father wants him to my Hand of the King, whenever I become King that is."

"You need not listen to your father on whom you make your Hand, when you do become King, my sweet child." She smiled. "For when you are King, you get to decide who gets to be your Hand, not him, for he'd having a conversation with the worms underneath our feet when you don that Stag crown upon your golden curls." She sounded so very pleased about this, as she held onto him. She brushed his curls, with her hand, as the two watched the scenery together.

"No doubt, and I get to decide whom I get to marry, regardless of what Davos says about it. He can fook off with his opinions of whom I marry and take as my Queen, his sister's beautiful and would make a good wife." He could just imagine her, with her long raven-locks, besides himself as his Queen, wearing the same golden crown as his mother's. Her dress would be stunning - a mix of the lion and of the crowned stag upon her emerald colored dress. Her blue eyes would shine, so full of love, for him, as she took her place besides him. Ned Stark's son would be forced to marry another, but the Targaryens did things similarly before though and they weren't dethroned after the second row of breaking marriage contracts for themselves anyhow. Besides, she was lovely to look at, even more lovely than Margaery Tyrell, the one that his father wanted him to marry. She had charcoal hair, the same color as his sisters, and a lovely heart-shaped face to add it to it. Her lips were full and red-colored, like her lips were rubies, and she had deep blue colored eyes, that he believed were nearly as endless as the sea itself.

"If you want something when your a King, you need not ask, you simply take it, for it's yours, and nobody else's for that matter." She was right - that girl, she would belong to him, and Davos would have to bend his little knees to his own good brother, like the good underling he was. That Stark boy, he could burn in one of the Seven Hells for all he cared about him or his feelings on the matter. Besides, both were his little underlings, nothing more than a piece on a board anyhow, and besides, they wouldn't dare rebel against their true and rightful King, now would they? The Iron Throne was his by right of birth, and neither, besides for maybe Davos, had any claim to dispute with him over it. He'd rule over them, be their rightful King that they needed, and anyone that got his way could burn in one of the Seven Hells. He wouldn't make Davos his hand, no he wouldn't be a part of the Small Council at all, no, for he'd gain too much influence within the capital due to his Baratheon appearance and personality - of which was the fighting sort, and that is not something he wanted. He wanted to preserve his position upon the Iron Throne, not hinder it, and by allowing Davos to show his face within the gates of King's Landing, he'd hinder it for everyone saw him as a true Baratheon.. and himself as a Lannister, due to his golden-blonde hair and green eyes. The only one without that look would be Myrcella.

"Yes. Like Prince Rhaegar took Lyanna Stark, or that brother-fucker Shaera Targaryen ran off and married her brother, Jaehaerys II in secret, I'd like to take my own beloved woman, that Jocelyn Baratheon, and proclaim her as my Queen. Queen Jocelyn Baratheon, it sounds so very nice to me. And besides, uncle Stannis should be honored I want his daughter as Queen" He couldn't help but think about Stannis's reaction on it, and somehow, he believed he'd be utterly disappointed, even despite his loyalty to his father and the Kingdom. He had no doubt that dour Stannis would also bend the knee before him, like Davos would. Both of them, they were nothing but underlings sworn to someone that had a divine right to the Iron Throne that neither of them possessed. No, it was only children of Robert Baratheon that were worthy of the Crown, not the children of his uncle or even his uncle himself. Though, he wasn't worried about Renly though, that boy was busy sitting on Dragonstone, spending whatever of the allowance that his Kingly father bestowed upon him; or doing what the rumors said, he was busy fucking men and boys on his luxury island. He'd seen Renly before, he was always dressed in clothes to impress people, and he was always seen around his squire, Loras Tyrell. The Knight of Flowers was someone he was sort of indifferent about, even though Tommen adored him and desperately wanted to squire under him someday.

"I think Stannis would bend his icy knees to you, and besides, the might of Casterly Rock will always help you, in whatever conquest you see fit." Casterly Rock had enough levies to defend itself against Icy Stannis's reach anyhow, and the might of the Iron Throne was sufficient enough to allow himself to do whatever he wished. If he wanted the girl, he'd best take her... He'd think with a smile adoring his features. For once, that Davos wouldn't get what he wanted out of life, no, but he would, and he'd take it any and all cost to himself. If it meant happiness, he'd be about willing to do anything to get it. Anything, even if meant making other people suffer in his own pursuit of happiness, for the happiness of their king was most paramount to them as well, he'd assume.