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"Talking"

"Talking / Whispering"

"Spell Casting / R'hllor Speaking"

A Game of Dynasties: The Cleric

Chapter 2: Messing with History

Invasion.

A word that seemed impossible for the denizens of King's Landing, both high-born and low-born alike, who had taken refuge behind the high walls of the capital and prayed that the Targaryen soldiers manning them alongside the City Watch would be enough to keep the Usurper's forces at bay.

Many of the people within the city had lived under the Targaryen's protective rulership all their lives, with only the odd outlier who had come from across the Narrow Sea or traveled down from the North being able to attest to having lived under a somewhat different rule.

And after living under a dynasty that had ruled for centuries, it was hard for any of them to comprehend the idea that one day it might not last.

But now, as fires raged across the once great capital of Westeros and the people ran screaming for their lives, the thought of an invasion - which had once seemed so impossible - became a very harsh reality as the red banners with a golden lion sigil marked the unexpected change in loyalties of the great House Lannister.

The massive, well-stocked and well-trained army moved swiftly through the city with Tywin Lannister himself at its head. Marching his army straight towards the Red Keep where the Mad King waited, and defeating what scant few soldiers those still loyal to the crown could bring to bear before they were quickly overwhelmed by the vastly superior force.

The streets ran red with blood, a harrowing sight to all, and many would not soon forget the crimson banners held aloft that brought the city to its knees.

Nor the actions of the Lannisters who moved unseen in the background; some killing Kings… and others saving Princesses.

Royal Chambers, Red Keep

Sack of King's Landing, 281 AC

- One Year Later -

- Gregor Clegane "The Mountain" -

Cleaving through one of the last Kingsguard protecting the Royal Chambers with a single swing of his massive broadsword, the behemoth of a man clad in black armor stomped passed the gathering of dead bodies he'd slain that now littered the stone floors of the Red Keep and approached his intended target without pause.

Smashing open the locked, thick wooden door like it was nothing with a single kick, he strode into the room with thundering steps. His broadsword held in one hand as the other lifted his black armored helm from atop his head, allowing him to take in the room fully without it impeding his vision.

What immediately caught his eye, besides the burning smoke piles just beyond the window's view, was the beautiful olive-skinned woman at the other end of the room, standing resolute in front of a cowering child as she held a fussing baby to her chest protectively.

"What are you doing here?" The Princess Elia Martell questioned him imperiously. Her eyes filled with the fear that he so loved to see in his victims, even as she tried to pretend she was in control. "This is the Royal Chamber! You have no right to be here!"

Scoffing at her words, the Mountain continued to march towards her as she backed up further and further away from him, until she was pressed against the far wall with her child cowering behind her dress.

"I am the Princess Elia Martell! I-If you lay so much as a hand on me, I will have you executed!"

"Sorry, Princess…" He sneered as he towered over her. His eyes staring lustfully at the subtle curves of her exotic, womanly body hidden beneath her thick, black silk gown that had the Targaryen House's sigil sewn prominently into the profile of the dress. "But no one's going to save you."

Leaning down, he smirked darkly at her as she flinched away from him.

"Don't worry, though…" His voice rumbled with an evil gleam in his eyes. "This won't be over quick for you…"

As he reached out with a massive gloved hand to grab the infant from her arms and crush its skull in his grasp…

…a roar of pain tore from his snarling lips as a blade plunged into his back. The tip bursting out of his chest and splattering the terrified Elia with blood as another blade cut at his heels, causing him to drop to his knees with a BANG as he struggled to look over his shoulder at the fucker who'd done this to him.

Spotting the red and gold armor decorated with lion's heads on the figure standing behind him, with a sword in their off-hand that dripped blood, as the other hand tore the second blade from his back with a sickly squelch, Gregor's eyes widened with shock as he beheld the golden-haired man who glared at him from behind with emerald-green eyes.

"Y-You…?" He spit out through a mouthful of blood, confusion coloring the pained words as the life started to leave his body. "W-Why?... Y…You're f-father…"

He'd only done this on the orders of his Lord, given to him moment before the Lannister army reached King's Landing and sacked the city. He didn't care whether this woman lived or died.

Sure, he might have planned to have a bit of fun with the woman after he'd dealt with the brats before he killed her… but he was a fiercely loyal retainer and servant of House Lannister. It was his duty to carry out his Lord's commands.

"Because," Godwin said as he raised the sword in his right hand up high. "I'm not my father."

It was with a sense of confused betrayal, that the last thing Gregor saw before he died was the flash of steel, as his head was severed from his neck in a quick, clean stroke. Causing his headless body to tip over and land with a loud CRASH as the chamber shook from his fall.

Leaving his massive, black armored and headless corpse to bleed out into a growing puddle at the feet of a shocked but relieved Elia Martell, who looked between his body and her savior speechlessly as the sounds in the room quickly died out to a heavy silence.

… …

- Godwin -

Aaaand just like that, canon is well and truly fucked.

Granted, it was always going to be that way with how much my presence has begun to create ripple effects throughout Westeros, but even then I think this is the first time I've ever really put my foot in it and changed things in such a drastic way beyond the odd minor changes made here or there.

Oh well… too late to back out now.

"Th-Thank you…" A hesitant Elia states as she slowly shuffles her children around the Mountain's corpse and over towards me.

Keeping a close eye on the two swords dripping blood in my hands, the Princess gives as best a curtsy as she can with a baby Aegon in her arms, as her daughter Rhaenys peeks her little white-haired head out from behind her mother's dress and looks up at me curiously. "You saved my life, and the lives of my children, Ser…"

"Godwin," I answer her unasked question, seeing the recognition clear as day on her face as she stiffens.

The woman is obviously in a fight or flight mode with everything that's happened, and having the son of the man who ordered her to be killed as the only other person in the room likely makes her even more concerned than she was before.

But I haven't come this far and fucked the timeline up massively just to scare her off by being unkind towards her plight, so I carefully soften my tone just enough to convey my lack of hostility towards her as I lower my swords down by my waist. "I've come to see you three to safety, Princess."

"B-But that man," she stutters out as she gestures with her free hand towards the Mountain. "He said that your father, Tywin…"

"I am not my father." I reiterate firmly, interrupting that thought before it can fester in her mind as her next words die out, causing her mouth to move silently for a moment before it eventually shuts.

Glancing over her shoulder towards the open window that looks out onto the currently burning city, my face grows serious at what I see as I motion towards the shattered doorway urgently.

"Quickly, Princess… We must hurry before my father and his bannermen arrive." I urge hurriedly.

In the distance, I can already see the red banners of my House marching towards the Red Keep, only a few minutes away at best. Which means time is running short to get them out of here before things wind up getting even messier than they already are, forcing me to take drastic steps that I'm not yet ready make.

Time to give her a small push to get things moving.

"Come," I order with Command as I move towards the doorway.

Hesitating for only a moment, my magic takes hold with little resistance as Elia grabs on to Rhaenys's hand and quickly crosses the room. Joining me cautiously as I lead the way out of the Royal Chambers and down through the lower levels.

My twin swords, a trait I picked up from how my former mentor Arthur Dayne prefers to swordfight (a stark difference between the show's version of him and the book's version), each held firmly in my grip as I scan every hallway and room we pass through. Ready to fight off anyone who might try and stop us, whether they're Targaryen soldiers or not.

As luck would have it, though, most of the guards in the Red Keep are making their way towards the entrance where the King has ordered them to defend him. The sounds of their footfalls like rumbling thunder that echoes throughout the halls and corridors of the keep.

The other remaining few soldiers left were those in charge of protecting Elia and her children… and the Mountain already saw to them. Leaving our pathway down into the dungeons clear.

With no one to impede us in our escape, I manage to get them out through the passageway at the back of the dungeons in short order. Breaking open the lock on the barred gate blocking the path that leads them to a small beach where a lone rowboat awaits on the sandy shoreline.

A familiar aging face with a balding head and a thick grey beard standing next to the boat, waiting to take them away from King's Landing as per the contract I paid him to do.

When R'hllor gave me the visions of things I could interfere with during Robert's Rebellion, Guidance didn't happen to include any way on how I could change them, which meant I'd had to rely on what I knew of the world around me in order to figure out a working plan.

And after careful consideration, I came to the realization that there are very few people in this world whom I can trust to deliver the Princess and her children safely to Dorne. And out of all of them, I know I can count on the Onion Knight to see them there safety.

The man might be a smuggler, but he's an honest one with a good heart and a soft spot for children, who I know will do his very best to keep Elia and her children safe.

"This is where I leave you," I tell Elia after I hand over to Davos a large sack of gold coins that I brought with me to pay him. Practically nothing compared to the endless wealth I can call upon at a moment's notice. "There's a ship waiting just off the shore, waiting to carry you three away from here."

"Davos here will ensure you three make it back to Dorne safely," I motion to the older man as he scurries about getting the children seated comfortably on the rowboat, "and I've already sent a raven ahead to your brothers to expect your arrival."

It took a bit of strategic planning on my part to get a message prepared and sent off to Dorne at the right moment so that it will arrive in time for them to prepare for her arrival, but I managed it easily enough.

I also made sure to include a note for Prince Doran, as an added precaution, to prepare for any attempts by Robert to have her and the children killed once he sits upon the Iron Throne. Informing the Martells about the man's hatred towards the dragon family, and the possible drastic steps he will take against all those who share their bloodline.

Honestly, I couldn't care less if this creates tension between Dorne and the new King.

If the worst should happen, I'll figure out a way of dealing with Robert myself if I have to and take the crown for myself.

Which I'm not exactly excited about, because it will mean dealing with seven different kingdoms and hundreds of scheming politicians who will plot against my every move while pretending to kiss my ass day-in and day-out. But if the choice comes down to choosing between a fat, drunken King who's only loyal to himself and a select few others - of which I am not a part of - and a gorgeous, grateful Milf who now owes me a massive debt…

I know which of the two I'd prefer to side with.

Gratitude evident in her eyes, Elia nonetheless glances back and forth between Davos and myself without saying anything. Obviously hesitant to go with someone who is essentially a stranger and entrust him with her children's safety.

But the trust I've managed to gain with her through saving their lives proves to be just enough for her to reluctantly agree to follow along for now.

"We are in your debt, Ser Godwin." Elia says softly after she ensures her children are securely seated on the rowboat, handing the baby Aegon to Rhaenys to hold while glancing at Davos for a brief moment as he moves around her children and prepares the boat to cast off, before she takes a few steps away.

Placing herself within arm's reach of me as she curtsies, "House Targaryen will live on thanks to you… my children will live on thanks to you… and for that, from the bottom of my heart, I thank you."

Pausing, she looks at me indecisively for a moment, as if unsure of what she means to do next… before she quickly leans in to place a swift kiss upon my lips.

Nothing more than a fleeting peck, but it says a lot for how much what I've done means to her as she smiles kindly at me. A faint dusting of pink on her cheeks that wasn't there before catches my eye, as well as the way her tongue darts out to lick her lips as if subconsciously tasting me, before I lose a small bit of control over myself.

Taking the chance before my brain can catch up with my body, I lean back in and lay a short but smoldering kiss upon her lips that causes her to gasp out in surprise as her breath is stolen away.

Giving me ample opportunity to plunder her mouth with my tongue as her hands grasp my armor tightly, unsure whether to push me away or pull me closer, and instead leaves them there as I eventually pull back. Intentionally lingering just long enough for her to feel our lips hover against each other, before I straighten up with a small grin.

Now, with the light of the sun shining down upon her olive skin, and her silky black hair falling around her shoulders in loose curls as it sways gently in the ocean breeze. In that moment, bereft of the fear and concern that's been plaguing her features since I first saw her, and staring up at me with wide eyes and heavily-blushing features as she pants breathlessly, I see for myself the true beauty of the woman who is Elia Martell, Princess of Dorne.

"Should you ever find yourself in Dorne," she says as she carefully extricates herself from my grasp and steps away, saying nothing of what just happened as she gathers up her dress in order to step over the side of the rowboat. And unintentionally showing a fair amount of her long, supple dancer-like legs as she climbs into the boat beside her children, "know that you will always be welcome by House Targaryen and Martell."

Nodding with a faint smirk as I lick off the remnants of her taste from my lips, I help Davos push the boat into the sea before he hops in.

Leaving me standing on the shore watching them row away, knee-deep in the water as the sound of waves crashing gently against the beach fills my ears.

Quest Complete:

[Saving the Princess]

Objective: Prevent the murder of Elia Martell and her children.

Reward: Bless (spell)

Glancing over the description of the spell, the faint smirk I have grows more pronounced.

Bless - (Spell)

By speaking a particular phrase, you can lay a blessing upon someone that will improve their chances of survival.

Taking the chance, I call out over the waves just before the rowboat gets too far away for them to hear me as I feel my magic layering itself over the three figures in the boat opposite Davos.

"Farewell, Princess… and may the Lord of Light watch over you!"

Throne Room, Red Keep

- A Few Minutes Later -

Making it back to the Throne Room in time to witness the body of the Mad King being dragged away alongside the dead Pyromancer, leaving two pools of blood on the floor surrounding the infamous Iron Throne for the servants to clean up, I head towards the statue-like figure of Tywin standing off to the side of the room by the windows, gazing out of them almost contemplatively.

Much as I try to hide my involvement in the Mountain's death, and the escape of Elia Martell and her children, the severe look on my father's face as he stands still before the windows and awaits the combined armies of the Rebellion to arrive speaks volumes…

As does the body of Gregor Clegane when it is brought before him and I.

My disappearance from the siege, and Clegane's sudden death at the hands of someone skilled enough to kill a man that could defeat multiple Kingsguard and soldiers alone, is obviously enough for someone of Tywin's shrewdness to put together in short order, as he scowls deeply

"See that Clegane is returned to his family." Tywin orders to the dozen men it takes to carry the massive body. All of whom quickly scramble to carry out his will as they grunt and groan while struggling to lift and carry it away.

Leaving just the two of us alone after Jaime glances at me from the side door near the throne where he's been standing. Before he too leaves in short order.

Dick.

"…where were you." Tywin not so much asks as he commands, his entire body never once moving from its position facing the large glass windows that look out over the whole city.

Plumes of smoke from the fires involved in the sacking of the city rise in the distance as he stares out towards the direction of where Robert's armies are said to soon arrive from after their march from the Trident. Leaving only his motionless profile facing me as I respond.

"I was ensuring that our House doesn't needlessly make enemies at such a critical moment in this country's history." I throw back at him, knowing there's no right answer I can give in this moment.

Clegane had been his loyal attack dog for years, a mindless weapon he could command to carry out his orders without question or hesitation, and I just murdered the man to prevent him from carrying out his orders.

Even if the brute was a monster, he was Tywin's monster to call upon whenever he needed something horrible done.

And Tywin wanted Elia and her children dead. To ensure that there would be no one who could contest the throne whilst he makes plans to marry Cersei to the soon-to-be king.

Guaranteeing that the future line of Baratheon kings would have Lannister blood flowing through them, and cementing our House's "dynasty" that he's so hell-bent on seeing last for centuries to come.

…and I just prevented that from happening.

"The Targaryen claim to the throne ends here." I say after he makes no attempt to respond. And I'm not wrong, because right now no one wants to put up with their bloodline's madness and allow another Mad King to take the throne. "There is no need for us to make ourselves slaughterers of innocent women and children when peace is so close at hand."

"And yet…" Tywin drawls, his voice lingering in the heavy silence of the room. "Two children with rightful claims to the throne now live to one day plunge the kingdom back into chaos…"

Finally turning his attention away from the window and looking in my direction, I can now no longer see any hint of the pride that used to show on his face whenever he spoke to me as his eyes bore into my own.

Only the cold disappointment of his steely gaze.

"…all thanks to you."

Falling silent, he pointedly turns his back to me and resumes his vigil in front of the window, his displeasure with me clear.

Until now, I've been the dutiful, loyal son who has obeyed his every order without question. The one who has never given him reason to doubt my loyalty to our House and its future, even whilst Jaime, his first-born son, struggled between his duty to our House and his oath to the Kingsguard…

Until today, that is.

…there will be repercussions for what I've done here. I know that. But I still firmly believe it was the best move to keep Elia Martell and her children alive.

Her survival ensures that House Martell, and by extension all of Dorne, will never become an enemy of our family. And we're going to need them… I'm going to need them… when the Long Night comes and I have to gather together an army large enough to face the Night King and his 100,000 strong horde of undead.

Even then, however, the combined might of the Lannister and Dornish armies won't be enough to stop them.

But it's a start.

And I have several more years yet, and many more opportunities to come, to add to those numbers.

Knowing our conversation is over, I wordlessly turn my attention towards the same window and watch alongside my disappointed father as a massive army approaches King's Landing by way of the King's Road, their banners flying tall and proud for all to see.

Hundreds of yellow banners belonging to House Baratheon are easy to spot at the forefront of the army, even from this distance. While the white and blue banners of Houses Stark and Arryn, respectively, follow closely behind with dozens of other minor and great Houses bringing up the rear.

A whole host of soldiers, some 40,000 strong, come to take a city that's already been taken.

An amusing sight, if the situation weren't so precarious.

At least with the arrival of the Usurper's armies, and the inevitable crowning of the soon-to-be King Robert, the Targaryen dynasty can come to a swift and sudden end…

But the House of the Dragon will live on.

A House that now owes me a debt.

…and this particular Lannister always collects his debts.

… …

- Elia Martell -

Climbing abord the ship that will take them back to Dorne, the widowed Princess hugged her children close to her chest as they stood beside the railing looking out across the shimmering blue sea towards the smoldering King's Landing off in the distance.

Her warm brown eyes taking in the Red Keep for what would likely be the last time, as she mentally allowed herself to relax now that she and her children were out of immediate danger.

The past few months spent being held hostage at King's Landing, to ensure that her homeland of Dorne wouldn't turn against the Mad King, had been a very trying endeavor for her.

Made worse by her late husband's abandonment of their family in favor of completing what he kept calling the "three-headed dragon" prophecy, through siring a third child with the young she-wolf Lyanna Stark after it was revealed that Elia herself could no longer have children.

Part of her, the part that wasn't hurt by his betrayal, was grateful for the fact that Rhaegar at least had the decency to not blame her for her body's illness and weak constitution. While she could technically try to have a third child, the Maesters had been firm in their assessment that any more children would likely result in her - and the unborn child's - deaths.

The news had been hard for her to take, the Dornish Princess having always wanted to have a large family. But it was even harder for her prophecy-driven husband to come to terms with.

Still… to think that the centuries old Targaryen dynasty she'd been wed into would go from ruling over all seven kingdoms as the most powerful House in Westeros, to its last few members fleeing from the capital like refugees as a new king sat the Iron Throne… and all within her lifetime, was shocking.

For so long, the Targaryens were unchallengeable in their domination over Westeros. Their House proving time and time again, against all would-be challengers, that the House of the Dragon's blood would not be so easily defeated.

And yet, because of the actions of two members of their House, the King and the Prince, nearly all of the great houses had risen up against them to finally tear the Dragon bloodline from the throne.

It was a humbling experience; one Elia would not soon forget.

And it would serve as a lesson that she would ensure was imparted onto her children before either of them got it in their heads that they should retake the throne for themselves.

She'd had enough of Kings and crowns. All the Dornish princess wanted to do now was go home and be with her family.

Something that was only possible thanks to the actions of a single, brave soul.

Godwin Lannister… the name caused a rush of heat to warm her cheeks as her plump, swollen lips quirked upwards in a smile as she remembered the heat and passion of his kiss.

His name was one she would not soon forget.

Casterly Rock, Westerlands

- Two Months Later -

Knocking firmly against the wood door of my father's office, I wait for the sound of his acknowledgement before opening the door and stepping inside. The faint sound of a quill scratching against parchment the only noise I hear as I stand before his desk, keeping my arms behind my back as I wait silently until he finishes.

"…you wished to speak with me, Father?"

"Yes." Tywin states, his face impassive as a growing tension fills the space between us. The two of us having kept a considerable distance between each other ever since the Sacking of King's Landing, and this being the first time we've spoken in weeks. "I trust you've heard the news?"

Knowing exactly what he's talking about, I nod. "I have."

Everyone has.

In the wake of Aerys's death, and learning of the news that both Princess Elia and her children have fled to Dorne while Queen Rhaella has bunkered down at Dragonstone with Viserys and her soon-to-be-born daughter Daenerys, Robert Baratheon was not happy to have any former allies or former members of Aerys's Small Council or Kingsguard around as he ascended the Iron Throne.

Which meant that Jaime, now known throughout the Seven Kingdoms as "Kingslayer", was released from his service as a Kingsguard and is now on his way back to Casterly Rock to assume his rightful place as Tywin's heir and the future Lord of Casterly Rock.

Having sworn to forsake all lands and titles when he joined the Kingsguard, which now no longer applies to him.

…and with his return, all of my hard work studying to replace Tywin for when the time came and he handed me the Lordship of our House, is gone in an instant.

I knew there would be consequences. But I had hoped that there would be ways I could go about mitigating their damage that didn't see much of my efforts crumbling down around me.

But that wasn't to be.

Luckily, as a result of the current dislike Robert has for our House due to our allegiance to the Targaryens up until the Battle of the Trident, the new King has declined Tywin's offer of taking Cersei's hand as his queen, and has since increased the number of search parties out looking for the still-missing Lyanna Stark.

Which means Cersei and I are left to ourselves while Tywin makes plans in preparation to train Jaime for his future role as Lord of Casterly Rock and Warden of the West, while searching for a proper match for his firstborn and eldest son now that the Kingsguard oaths no longer keep him from marrying or having children.

"I trust that you will continue to support your brother once he becomes your liege Lord, and continue fulfilling your duties to our House without embarrassing the family name any further than you already have?" He continues coldly, no longer willing to give me any sort of leeway now that I'm just the third child and spare son again. "If you wish to remain here at Casterly Rock, you may. However, if you choose not to, I expect that you will finish your duties here before taking your leave."

By duties, he means the work I've been doing for years whenever I have the time in refilling the Lannister Mines with gold through Transmute Gold to turn the once empty mine's walls into new veins that can be mined, ensuring that our family's wealth continues on for generations to come.

"I should be done by week's end," I reply. There's no point in me sticking around somewhere I'm not wanted. And while I'm certainly going to miss the majestic beauty of this place, I won't miss its lack of warmth from most of those within it. "After that, I plan on joining Lord Stark on his search for the Lady Lyanna. Members of the other Houses who supported King Robert have already pledged their support to his cause, and in a show of good faith between our two houses, I plan to offer my service on behalf of our house."

While I couldn't care less about whether Ned finds Lyanna or not now that canon is no longer a thing, I'm much more interested in the upcoming fight between him and Ser Arthur Dayne, my former sword-fighting mentor, and the opportunities it offers.

Quest Added:

[The Student becomes The Teacher]

Objective: Defeat Ser Arthur Dayne.

Reward: ?, ?

"Good." Tywin nods, showing a faint hint of pleasure at knowing that I won't be around much longer.

While I won't go so far as to say he hates me, he also isn't my biggest fan right now, and the growing tension that's been building between us is making things worse than it should be. Which is why we both silently agree that it's best if I leave and let things cool off, before things wind up boiling over and we get into a row that'll affect our relationship permanently.

"Then I shall have the proper supplies made ready for you and your journey."

It's not quite the same as saying farewell, but there's at least a flicker of parental feeling there that shows he still cares.

"Do try to prove yourself useful to Lord Eddard Stark. The North can be a powerful ally… as this latest rebellion has shown."

Hearing the dismissal clear in his tone, I give him a final nod as I turn and walk out of his office for what will likely be a long time.

I'm not sure exactly when Ned finds Lyanna, but I do know that even after she's found I don't have any plans on returning to Casterly Rock beyond checking in on Cersei before moving on to more important things.

With my access to the heirship and future control of House Lannister now a thing of the past, I can no longer count on the Lannister Army backing me when the Long Night comes with Jaime at its head, and I have to practically start all over again if I'm to be ready in time.

…it's like for every step two steps forward I take, it seems I somehow wind up taking another step back.

… …

- Cersei Lannister -

Watching from the doorway as Godwin went about his room gathering his things, Cersei's heart cried out for her to say something, anything, to fill the silence.

Whether it be to ask him to stay, or beg him to take her along, she didn't know.

All she knew was that the sight of his back, strong and unwavering as it had always been, was one she could not image never seeing again should the worst happen.

"…will you come back?" She asked faintly, the sound making her younger brother pause as he turned to her. Emerald meeting emerald from across the room, and the unspoken words she meant to say filled the space between them as he caught her true meaning.

Will you come back to me?

The heartfelt smile he gave her as he crossed the room in an instant and swept her up into his arms in a tight hug sent her heart racing inside her chest, and tears sprang forth unheeded as she buried her face in his neck.

Feeling safer in his arms than she'd ever felt before, Cersei breathed in his scent at the same time as he encircled his arms around her back and gripped her dress tightly as if never wanting to let her go. Allowing the two siblings to embrace and comfort each other in a show of emotion that they would have not been allowed to do in public, as her full lips ghosted across the flesh of his neck.

"I'll miss you…" She whispered, her own hands clinging to him like a lifeline as she prayed to all the gods for him to be safe, even the Red God that her little brother worshipped, so long as it meant he came back to her alive.

After the death of their mother, she knew her heart couldn't bear it if she lost her beloved little brother as well. He meant more to her than anything - or anyone - else in the world, and the thought that he would be gone for weeks after only having just returned from the campaign to King's Landing, left her aching already for his swift return…

And he hadn't even left yet.

"I'll miss you too, sweet Sister." Godwin replied in a soft, rumbling tone that lit a fire in her loins.

And suddenly she became intimately aware of just how their position must look with her breasts pressed up against his chest, and her lips nearly laying kisses upon his neck as he clung to her shapely body like he couldn't let her go. The sneaking hand of his trailing down to her shapely backside to grasp it firmly caused her to roll her eyes fondly at his ever-present lust.

Right now, their position probably looked to an outside observer like they were lovers.

A thought that, instead of repulsing her as anyone else would expect, sent a shiver of desire up her spine as she pressed herself harder against his body. Admiring the feel of the hard muscles he'd been growing as part of his training, and wondering in the recesses of her sinful mind just how nice they'd feel against her skin without her dress in the way.

For several long moments, the two siblings stood in the center of Godwin's room, clinging to each other without a word as thoughts and feelings went left unsaid. Her brother's hand groping and squeezing her ass more noticeably as their eyes burned with mounting lust.

Theirs was a relationship that didn't need words. They knew how much the other meant to them, and vice versa.

What was spoken, however, was said not by words… but by actions.

As Cersei felt his hands begin to let go of her, her mind suddenly panicked at the thought of him dying without at least giving him a proper goodbye. And in a rush of confused - or not so confused - emotions, she lunged her face at his in a kiss.

"Mmph!"

Godwin's initial shock as her lips met his in a heartfelt kiss quickly gave way to lust as their liplock grew more passionate. His arms encircled her body once again as hers gripped him back just as tightly.

… …

- Godwin -

Dipping my tongue into Cersei's willing and pliant mouth as she moans into the kiss, my hands grab at her surprisingly shapely ass as I grope and kneed the flesh through the material of her dress. Forcing myself to reign in my initial instinct to tear the dress off her and put an end to this cat and mouse game we've been playing.

There's not enough time to show her body the justice it deserves with what little time is left, so I leave her clothes on her.

What might have started out as a possibility of there being an incestuous relationship between myself and Cersei, has become all but a certainty at this point as she grinds herself against the bulge in my pants. Our lip lock breaking only long enough to catch our breath as she breathlessly moans out my name in the sexiest voice I've ever heard I stare into her eyes, never once breaking eye contact as I begin grinding back against her.

"Godwin~!"

Shuffling us back until her knees hit my bed, we fall on top of the furs with my body pressing down on her as our hands touch and grope each other's bodies over our clothes. Our lips meeting again and again in a flurry of heated, passionate kisses that leave our lips swollen and bruised, tasting each other like never before, as the world around us fades away.

"Cersei," I whisper against her lips. "I love you…"

It's a gamble to say these words, but if there was ever a woman in this world who I could say I loved above all others, it's her.

…Suddenly, everything comes to a halt.

Cersei, lying on my bed with her curly golden-blonde locks spread out around her like a halo as her chest heaves with every panting breath she takes, stares up at me wide-eyed and speechless as if her mind doesn't know what to say… until the passionate spark that was in her gaze beforehand comes roaring back renewed like never before.

The overwhelming look of love and lust on her face as she beams up at me nearly causes my member to tear through my pants from its straining against the fabric. And in a flurry of motion, my older sister manages to fumble her way through the laces holding up my pants and pulls them down just far enough to free my shaft.

Causing the large, thick shaft to throb painfully in the chilly open air as she grabs onto it with a single hand while the other lifts the bottom of her dress up, nearly tearing the crimson silk material in her haste as she brings her legs up and around my waist before guiding my tip until it presses firmly against the soaking wet lips of her virginal slit.

Without saying a word, she nods at me to continue as I begin sinking into her hot, tight depths. Taking her virginity in one smooth stroke as my hips meet hers as soon as I've bottomed out inside of her.

The sheer taboo of our incestuous coupling is like a spark that lights a raging fire inside both of us, and we gasp and grunt into each other's mouths through our tongue-filled kissing as our sexes join together in a way that brothers and sisters aren't meant to.

My shaft spearing through her clenching depths as brother fucks sister into the bed, causing the wood frame to creek and groan under the franticness of our coupling.

Cersei, fueled by her sexual awakening and the final breaking of taboo, rolls her hips up in time with my thrusts while her nails dig into the fabric of my shirt, pulling at my waist with her legs as she cums around my length again and again. The fluids of her arousal making noisy squelching sounds with every thrust as her body shakes with each orgasm, my past experiences with sex the only thing allowing me to stave off my own orgasm as she becomes a sweaty, moaning mess on top of the bed.

Minutes which feel like hours go by as we unleash months, even years, of barely withheld desire for each other in a hurried, intense fucking. The limited amount of time we have looming over us as we try to get as much pleasure out of each other as we can in the moments of time we have left.

"I'm going to cum," I warn the half-unconscious Cersei in a panting mumble as my hips begin to lose their rhythmic thrusts, becoming more frantic and less coordinated as I finally allow myself to reach my peak after feeling her cum for the…seventh?...time.

Instead of letting me go so that I can pull out, my sister's barely conscious brain decides to grab hold of me even tighter as she stares blearily up into my eyes. An indecipherable look on her face as she clings to me; locking her legs behind my waist at the ankles as I try to pull myself out of her unbelievably tight pussy that also seems to refuse to let me go.

"Cersei!" I warn again, to no avail.

Deciding it's best not to risk it after I get no response from her, I quickly use Transmute Gold to turn my cum sterile as liquid gold pours out of my tip in the largest and most explosive orgasm I've ever had, harmlessly filling my older sister's pussy with so much of it that it begins to pour out between our joined sexes, staining the bed furs in a mixture of our fluids as I stare down at her wordlessly.

I'm not entirely sure what goes through her mind as a sudden clarity fills her features, but as I begin to relax my body on top of hers, forcing my member as deep into her as it can go while my orgasm slowly tapers off, her only response is an eight-word statement in lieu of an explanation.

"I am yours, Godwin." she states matter-of-factly, "And you are mine."

Giving no other explanation for her actions, Cersei loosens her hold on me from that of a tight grip to a more comforting hold as she closes her eyes and seemingly basks in the feeling of my seed filling her.

Leaving me speechless as I realize that she's just essentially claimed me as her husband in all but name.

Well…shit.

I didn't see this coming.

Tower of Joy, Red Mountains of Dorne

Skirmish at the Tower of Joy, 281 AC

- Three Weeks Later -

- Arthur Dayne "The Sword of the Morning" -

Seated upon a boulder next to Ser Gerold Hightower as he sharpened his family's ancestral sword, Dawn, Ser Arthur Dayne watched with a grim face as a handful of riders approached the tower, several of them bearing shields or coats of arms declaring them as supporters of the Usurper.

"They're here," Gerold stated as the two last loyal Targaryen Kingsguard rose from their seated positions.

Gathering up their helmets, they marched down the road that the riders were approaching on, meeting their guests halfway to the tower's base as they waited politely for them to dismount their horses.

"Lord Stark…" Arthur greeted the leader of the group, planting Dawn into the ground to show he and Gerold were not going to be the aggressors should things go the way they all knew it would.

As a renown warrior, he respected the young Stark for his nobility and willingness to take up the Lordship of House Stark in memory of his murdered brother and father despite his lack of training, and felt it would be a shame to have to kill someone like him unless he could avoid it.

Glancing at the men around him, he smirked at the lone golden-blond figure wearing red and gold Lannister armor with lion's head pauldrons on either shoulder. The twin sword hilts peeking out over his shoulders a dead giveaway that this wasn't just any Lannister, either, but one his was familiar with.

"Godwin." He acknowledged with a nod towards his former apprentice, receive one in return as Stark finally spoke.

"I looked for you on the Trident," Ned stated with a raised brow, leaving the statement hanging for him to pick up.

"We weren't there." He replied. They would have been, and in fact they'd asked their Prince to let them come with him and protect him, but the Prince had other things on his mind than the protection of his own life. Like ensuring that the "third head of the dragon" was born.

At his side, Gerold added with a mild sneer. "Your friend, the Usurper, would be lying beneath the ground if we had been."

A not un-true statement, though Arthur might not have worded it in that way.

There were few warriors in all the Seven Kingdoms who could boast to match his and Gerold's combined talent on the battlefield; and while Robert Baratheon and Eddard Stark were fierce warriors, of that there was no doubt… the two were still no match for them. But that's exactly why Rhaegar had commanded them to guard the Tower of Joy. Because he trusted no others but them with safeguarding the Tower's occupant.

Apparently though, the new Lord Stark was not happy to hear such truths spoken aloud, and scowled heavily at them both.

"The Mad King is dead." He replied icily, placing his hand upon his sword's hilt as the men around him did the same. Though Godwin continued to remain unmoving as he watched the events unfold.

Smart boy. Studying his enemies first, before he even thought about drawing his swords.

…He'd taught him well.

"Rhaegar lies beneath the ground." Stark went on. "Why weren't you there to protect your prince?"

And there it was. The very reason why both sides were there, and the one thing that would see them having to raise their arms against each other.

A fight was inevitable, no matter what he said now. He had sworn to protect the tower from any and all who would seek to enter there except Rhaegar himself. And even though their prince was dead, the two loyalists would see his orders carried out to the letter, no matter what.

"Our prince wanted us here…" Arthur answered, staring at the young Stark as the younger Lord's expression changed the moment recognition came to him. And the air around them grew tense as Stark adjusted the grip on his sheathed sword.

"…where's my sister?" He nearly growled out, showing the infamous wolfsblood inherent within all those of House Stark, even one as noble and mild-mannered as Eddard Stark, as his eyes stared pointedly at the tower.

Grimly smiling, Arthur glanced at Godwin briefly as the boy returned his look, well aware of what was about to happen as the two sides began to tense up. "I wish you good fortune in the wars to come." He said to Godwin, even as he stared at Stark.

Together, he and Gerold put on their helmets and adjusted their stances before they grabbed at the hilts of their own swords. His right hand gripping Dawn in front of him and the other at the sword sheathed to his waist, ready to defend the tower to the death if he had to.

"And now it begins." He muttered, just loud enough for Stark to overhear.

"No…" Stark replied, "now it ends."

As one, both sides unsheathed their swords and readied themselves…

The time for talking was over.

Now, it was time to fight.

- END -

Author's Notes:

And that's Chapter 2!

I should probably explain that this is a different form of Gamer story. Much of this is being taken from Dungeons & Dragons, with the base concept for Quests and whatnot involving R'hllor as the quest giver and rewarder instead of a Gamer System.

I found that I prefer a more unintrusive, vague entity being the one giving out the quests and rewards was easier on the story writing for me than trying to implement a slowly evolving System that becomes its own person whilst having to build so many other characters into the story at the same time.

And as for stats or any sort of number system, the only response I have… is Fuck. That.

I am horrible at math and keeping track of numbers, and I refuse to torture myself by even attempting it.

Oh! Just a heads up, I'll sometimes be uploading a re-write of a previous chapter if I see some grammar issues that I didn't catch ahead of time along with the posting for a new chapter. For some reason, FF has one of the worst systems for fixing chapters out of all the Fanfiction websites, and I'd hate for you all to get constant messages about a "new" chapter post when really I'm just fixing mistakes.

Hope you all are still liking it so far! Thanks for checking out my story!