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Raenera and Ilora walked around the camp. They were heading towards the Lannister section of the camp. It was where Tyrion's, Jaime's and the rest of Lannister and Westerlands soldiers were at. Ilora looked around very nervous. All the soldiers that they passed bowed to Raenera. Jaime came up to them he bowed deeply. He looked at Ilora confused.
"Your Grace," Jaime said.
"Lord Jaime, may I introduce your cousin's wife Lady Ilora Lannister," Rae said.
"My Lady," Jaime said taking her hand kissing the top of it.
"My Lord," Ilora replied.
"Forgive me but where do you hail from?" Jaime asked.
"Myr. I was up until a fortnight ago, Ilora Beriar of Myr daughter of a merchant of Myr. My father wanted me to marry Prince Joffery not knowing there was another claimant to the throne. One, that has the Lord of Light's blessing," Ilora said.
Jaime's eyes went wide he looked between Ilora and Rae. If Ilora was to marry Joffery but she was here now. That could only mean that she had fled the capital. She is married her grace told him to his cousin. The only male cousin that was old enough to marry was Lancel. The last time he saw him he was squire to King Robert. His eyes finally landed on Rae's. She took a deep breath.
"Jaime, my husband is requesting your presence in War Council tent. I will see to Lady Ilora housing for tonight," Rae said.
Jaime nodded his head starting to walk away. As he was still in earshot, Ilora turned asking Rae a question that shocked his soul.
"What will happen with Tommen, Your Grace," Ilora asked.
"Tommen will be…"Rae started.
Jaime did not hear the rest of what Rae said. His heart pounded in his chest. Tommen was here. Seven Gods, what was he going to do? Should he present him to Evalyne? Would Evalyne accept his bastard son? If Tommen was here the hope for his Uncle Kevan suing for peace was out the window. Most likely he saw Cersei grab for power and sent Tommen here with Lancel. And Ilora just played into Cersei hand. His uncle Kevan was dead he knew that his heart of hearts. Cersei would not let anyone take her power away. He hated to even think this, the woman that he once thought his other half, was mad as mad king. She could not hope to win. She would do anything for her precious Joffery. Her perfect boy, after she lost Robert's son she became obsessed with protecting her own child. The child she had with him; pure lion cubs, not a hint of a stag in them. Seven Hells, would Tommen even accept him as his father?
Cersei just came from her supper with Joffery. He was demanding his betrothed Ilora to come him. He did not seem to care that she had murdered his Great Uncle Kevan. Having to explain to him again that she was missing that no one knew where she was at was trying. She had to convince him to marry his cousin Janei Lannister would be a better bride than some foreign whore. But he would not hear it. She stocked toward Tommen's bed chamber. Her Lannister red gown flowed behind her. A Golden lion was embroidered on the gown. Her long golden hair was plaited into a crown like a circle with a small antler-like crown in her hair. Her little Tommen, she was too busy these days to even have a chance to see him. She had not seen him since Kevan's death. She was followed by two Lannister soldiers and one King's Guard.
She came to his chamber. The two maids stood by the door of the room. They curtsied to her before leaving down the hallway. Cersei attention was caught by the older maid. She was once the nurse of Raena Arryn or rather Raenera Targaryen. She had served the Targaryen family for years before that. She served Rhaella when was carrying Rhaegar. What was her name again?
"Luciya," Cersei called out.
Luciya turned back bowing deeply to Cersei. She was on her knees with her head bowed. Cersei walked forward so she was right in front of her.
"Your Grace," Luciya said.
"You served the Targaryen family before you served my father is not correct," Cersei asked.
"Yes, your grace, my family has served the royal family for years," Luciya answered.
Cersei brought her hand to her chin. She had a wicked smile on her face. She was thinking. It was odd that this Dragon Queen whore seemed to know everything going on in this castle. She had a spy in here.
"You were Raena Stone nurse were you not?"
"I was assigned by King Robert gods rest his soul," Luciya said.
Luciya wondered where Cersei was going with this. Cersei looked Luciya once more. The question still plagued her mind.
"I wonder where your loyalty lies," Cersei asked.
"King Joffery is the rightful King. As he bares King Robert's blood and your great blood Your Grace. I may have nursed the babe that now opposes you. I bare no love for that bastard child no more that I love any child I nurse. I'm but a servant of His Grace and will do whatever he bids," Luciya replied lying through her teeth.
"Leave me," Cersei said
As Cersei watched her walked away she did not believe that she did not love Raenera Targaryen. No woman could not love any child that they nurse at her own breast. She loved Steffon her baby with Robert. She may have resented his father for muttering her that Stark whore name as he bedded her and grew to hate him. But she loved that son like he was one of Jaime's and her child. Luciya was one of the nurses that Robert brought in for him. She had sent the woman away, preferring to nurse him herself. Steffon meant the world to her.
"Watch her," Cersei ordered before she turned to Tommen Chamber.
"Yes Your Grace," The Lannister soldiers muttered.
The moment Cersei walked into Tommen chamber. The room was dark not even a fire was going. She had half a mind to order the maids back her to make this room better for their prince. She walked over lighting a few candles around the chamber. She looked towards where her baby should be sleeping. The bed looked untouched and her baby was nowhere to be found. Her eyes traveled around the room. There was no sign of Tommen being here at all. She screamed the echoed through the hallways of the Red Keep. All the guards in earshot ran into the room and maids as well. Cersei sank to her knees holding a remaining piece of her youngest lion cubs sleep shirts.
"Find him, Gods Find him. My Son. Not my Son" Cersei screamed.
Evalyne sat in the tent that she shared with Jaime. She was dressed in her nightdress. She was trying sooth her kicking child. Jaime was at the council meeting. She had met Lady Ilora she had sent one of her maids to help her bathe and make her feel at home in this new world. Her dark hair was down around her shoulders. She picked back up the blanket she was working on. She was switching a golden roaring lion on the red blanket made of the finest materials available. Jaime coughed coming into the tent. She could not look more beautiful to him. Her nightdress hugged the swell where his child rested. It made him think Tommen.
"Jaime, what is it?" Evalyne asked.
"I don't deserve to be a father?" Jaime said coming over sitting next to her.
"You are a wonderful man, my love," Evalyne reassured setting aside the blanket.
Jaime's hand slipped to the swell of her belly. He caressed it lovingly. His head was bowed. He knew that he had to tell her the truth. But he could not bare if she looked at him differently after the facts were laid in front of her.
"He is active tonight," Jaime said feeling the child kick his father hand.
"They are and they could be a she" Evalyne argued.
"The Maester said there was one baby," Jaime paused.
They met eyes. Jaime leaned up kissing her softly. He rested his forehead against her forehead. He whispered that he loved her. The fact that this child could be a girl haunted him or the seven gods forbid twin another Cersei and him. Evalyne bit her bottom lip looking at her husband who looked so worried.
"Any girl we have will not be like Cersei. They will have a loving father and mother to care for them. And if they turn out to be a boy and girl then we will never let them travel down that path. And who know the maester may be right about it being one child," Evalyne assured him.
"I am a horrible person. I don't deserve you or the child that rest here. I even don't deserve Tommen or Myrcella. The only one I seem to deserve is the horrible Joffery," Jaime said.
"You are not…" Evalyne started.
Jaime pressed his finger to her mouth stopping her words in their tracks. She shook her head no. Jaime nodded his head yes. He looked down taking a deep breath.
"The story about me pushing Bran out the window is true. He saw me with Cersei. We were fucking. I fucked my sister multiple times enough times to produce three children. How am I a good person Evalyne? Evie how can you love me or even look at me," Jaime confessed.
"That was the old you. Not the you I know now, the man I married, the father of my child. We all have a past Jaime my love. What has brought this all on?" Evalyne asked.
"Tommen…" Jaime started. They met eyes. Jaime took her hands. She had look in her eyes that read whatever it was she would deal with it together. "Is here," Jaime finished.
"Then it is a chance to prove you are going to be a great father," Evalyne said.
"He thinks he is my nephew, not my son," Jaime said.
"In the morrow, we will sit down and tell him the truth. He may not accept the truth right way but it will be better if he heard it from you then someone else," Evalyne said.
"We?"
"I will be his stepmother," Evalyne giggled.
"You would raise my bastard," Jaime asked in shocked.
"I may not like where he came from. But I will not fault him for something that is out of his control. I will not despise him for something you did long before you knew me," Evalyne said.
"I love you," Jaime said
Jaime's hands traveled to the top of her nightdress. He started to kiss her in a passion filled kiss. He picked her up carrying her to the bed. He threw her down. She gasped at him as he ripped the nightdress of her body. He quickly shed his own clothing. He came back down on top of her locking his mouth with her lips. Soon they were lost in passionate love making.
Rae sat in the tent she shared with Robb. She sat in between the cradles watching her young babies. She was at a loss as to what to do with Tommen. She could not in good conscience have him killed. She thought of taking him on as her ward as well. But she could really take him away from Jaime. This could be Jaime's own chance to be a father to the child. She stroked Torrhen little cheek as he slept. She could not picture how she could raise him without Robb. She stared at him lovingly as they made little-grunting noises in their sleep.
"Sweetheart," Robb said waking her from her trance.
She looked up at him with misty eyes. He came over to her taking her hands. She was back in her nightdress. He sat her down on the bed just holding her. Robb ran a comforting hand up and down her exposed arms. He leaned in kissing the top of her head.
"What happen after I left," Rae asked softly.
"I heard what Lancel had to say. I grant Tommen asylum and he is now a ward of the crown. Lancel was given the choice to bend a knee to me or lose his head. I gave him the night to think on it. I will hear his plea on the sun raise. What of Lady Ilora Lannister what did she tell you?" Robb explained.
"Ilora is from Myr. She was one of the maidens that Tywin brought in to be Joffery Queen. She was the only one left. She truly does love Lancel. She is a follower of Lord of Light. But she knows the faith of seven as well. She claims that her father did not know when he sent her that there were other claimants to the throne. And one that has their Lords blessing," Rae said.
"Their lords?" Robb asked.
"The Lord of Light, dragons are a dead giveaway for most. The story of me being birth in fire only adds to that fact. Not to mention Vellella came to help her get ready for bed. She is also a servant of the Lord of Light," Rae said.
Robb laughed hugging her close. He got up starting to get undress. He walked over to the cradles looking at his children resting. No matter how much stress this crown put on his shoulders he only had to look at them to know he was doing it for the right reason. He only wished was his father was here to guide him through this mess. He looked back at Rae as he heard the mattress move. She had crawled under the covers. She was beckoning him with come hither look. He laughed blowing out the few candles that were burning in the tent. Before, he dove under the blanket attack her with kisses. He held her close for a long moment making spoons. He kissed the top of her head.
"What are we going to do about Tommen?" Rae whispered.
"We will figure that out in time my love. Let forget about all that has to happen. Let just be husband and wife for tonight. Not Queen and King who have to make life and death decision with a flick of a hand," Robb said.
"I love you," Rae said turning in his arms so her head rested over his heart.
Rae kissed his chest. Robb cuddled her close. He looked down at her. She looked up at him. He leaned down locking his lips with her lips. He pulled away long enough to mutter.
"I love you," Robb said softly before kissing her again.