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"Talking"

"Talking / Whispering"

"Spell Casting / R'hllor Speaking"

A Game of Dynasties: The Cleric

Chapter 5: The Fire of Faith Kindled

Fair Isle was a small but pretty piece of land, with inland hills that its castle was built on top of so that it could look out over the entire land, and a well-used dockside district where fishing and trade ships came and went around the island gathering what foods and supplies couldn't be farmed or made upon the land itself.

At the center of it all, standing like a beacon amidst the green grass and open field, were the ivy-grown white walls and towers, and noticeably red-tiled roofs of Faircastle.

A quiet place, kept somewhat in order by its previous Lord who had managed to use what little resources his House had to maintain its function despite the small but growing list of issues that were starting to the plague the keep.

To most, the isle was negligible at best. Its strategic value was practically non-existent, and the resources on the land itself were no different than what could be found in a hundred different locations all across Westeros.

In fact, it was considered by many to be more of a liability than an asset to have; what with its close proximity to the Iron Islands and the ever-present chance of being raided by ironborn reavers.

But where one person saw liability, another saw opportunity.

For Godwin, who had been itching to get out from under his father's thumb after Jaime had returned home to retake his birthright, the isle was the perfect place for him to plot, plan, and prepare for the days, months, and years ahead.

Luckily, some of that preparation was done for him by his ever-loving and faithful older sister, Cersei, who would do anything for him.

Even if it meant arriving on Fair Isle months ahead of him, alongside one hundred of her brother's trusted Lionsguard, and taking command of the rebuilding and refurbishing efforts that were meant to happen before his arrival while he was elsewhere handling the situation with the Targaryens and the Martells.

Faircastle, Fair Isle

Flashback - 7 Week's Earlier

- One Week After Godwin's Departure, 281 AC -

- Cersei Lannister -

After setting foot on Fair Isle, it became rather clear to Cersei in the first few minutes of walking around the dockside and Faircastle's outer grounds that the place was in desperate need of renovation.

While things like the ivy growing up the white stone walls of the castle and the fields of wild flowers blooming around the outer edges of the walls were easily manageable with only a token effort to trim them down; the growing cracks along the towers, the missing patches of red roofing, and the deeply rotting wood of the dock itself were far more significant problems that she immediately set the builders and workers to handling.

It would be some weeks before her and her brother's new home would be up to par with their standards of living after a lifetime spent at the majestic Casterly Rock, but Cersei was determined to see it through nonetheless.

"Have my brother's and my things brought to the Lord's chambers, and make sure that a fresh set of bedding is placed on the bed. I'll not sleep on the same sheets as the previous Lord and Lady." Cersei ordered to the Lionsguard around her, who quickly nodded before heading over to a nearby group of workers and servants to relay her commands.

A small thrill went up her spine at finally being able to be open about her relationship with her brother without having to worry about what anyone thought, and a smile lit up her features as she thought of what they would be able to accomplish together now that they were no longer under their controlling father's ever-watchful gaze.

Her twin brother, Jaime, might be the next Lord of Casterly Rock, but it was her and Godwin who were the ones that would become the future of House Lannister.

Continuing on her way through the docks, she pointed out areas that needed to be repaired to a set of attendants, and made mental notes of things she would have to speak with Godwin about later for when they eventually got around to improving on the existing establishments currently on the isle.

While Fair Isle was nothing more than a series of small hamlets and a single dock that led towards Faircastle by way of a lone dirt rode at the moment, there was nowhere that said it had to remain that way.

The list of costs that kept accumulating the more she saw was staggering, and in any other House, would have been seen as a complete waste of a fortune with how expensive it was all going to be. But when you have a younger brother/lover with the power to create gold on command like she did, things such as wealth concerns were a non-issue.

Granted, their current source of wealth was the gold veins he transfigured in the Lannister Mines back on the main land.

But once Godwin arrived and they could set up their own "mine" on the isle that their subjects would mine and turn into coin, there would be no need for them to ever touch the Lannister coffers again.

Eventually reaching the castle, Cersei took her time looking over every major inch of the place and noted down everything she saw that needed improving, before eventually retiring to the castle's main hall once the list had grown large enough to fill all of the available parchment.

There would be time for her to continue later. For how she was tired from the sea voyage, and looked to refresh herself with some wine and a nice, relaxing view.

… …

The main hall was a beautiful piece of architecture, with high cathedral-like ceilings not unlike the Sept of Baelor, and tall glass windows that looked out onto the courtyards surrounding the castle's keep that were filled with dozens of native flower gardens and water features.

The walls themselves were a polished white stone that the previous Lord had obviously poured most of his wealth into maintaining, and beautiful pale wood floors that gave the place a feeling not-unlike the time she visited Highgarden in her youth were a marvel to behold once the midday's sun shone through the windows.

That is… it would be once the servants got rid of the mess.

Most of the main hall was currently cluttered with piles of old cloth banners and torn-out pieces of iron-worked sigils belonging to House Farman, which the soldiers were currently tearing down from the castle's ramparts and the main hall itself, and had them piled up to later be burnt whilst new banners featuring the sigil of House Lannister were placed in their stead.

Though, unlike the rest of the castle and the dock, in the main keep itself Godwin's personal banner of a lion surrounded by a flaming heart was the only form of sigil or banner present.

Showing that while the land itself was part of House Lannister, Faircastle was the domain of the Lionheart.

An important distinction to remind any who might travel to the isle that Godwin was the master here, and not a proxy in service to his father Tywin - and certainly not his elder brother Jaime when the Kingslayer becomes Lord.

"Lady Cersei," a Lionsguard soldier called out respectfully as he entered the main hall quietly.

The sound of his armored footsteps the only sound heard in the room other than the faint sips she took of her goblet as she looked out the windows onto the grounds and watched the workers beginning their reconstruction efforts. "A passing ship stopped off at the docks, bearing a passenger who says she's here to see you?"

Oh?

Taking a long sip of her wine as she thought over who this person might be, Cersei eventually drew a blank as she couldn't think of anyone who would wish to come see Fair Isle so soon after she'd only just arrived.

Least of all someone who would have sent a raven ahead of time to let her know of their coming.

"See them in," she replied. Trusting that the guard had made sure this person was not armed and posed no threat to her safety.

Finishing the last of her wine, she placed the goblet down on a small wooden table beside the finely carved pale-wood throne in the center daises of the room, and smoothed out the fabric of her gown before regally taking a seat and staring imperiously out across the room as the large double doors opposite the throne opened up to reveal a single figure waiting on the other side.

"Welcome," Cersei greeted the newcomer as they walked towards her. Her emerald eyes taking in the vibrant crimson-red dress and long, equally-red hair of the woman, along with the noticeable ruby gem attached to a collar-like necklace around her slim neck that gleamed like a flickering candle in the light.

"We were not expecting guests so soon at our isle when we only just arrived." She stated, using the formal "we" to represent her speaking on behalf of both herself and her brother. "Let alone one who arrives on our shores unannounced."

As the woman came to a halt at the bottom of the steps that lead to the daises, she felt an odd sense of warmth (not comfort, but heat) emanating from the woman's presence that she'd only felt from one other person before - her brother.

"Tell me," she queried as she took in the woman's appearance and calm demeaner, "who are you, and why have you come here?"

"My name is Melisandre," the woman spoke as she stared up at Cersei without a hint of nervousness or discomfort that most commoners would have at addressing someone from a great House.

Clearly, whoever this "Melisandre" was, this was not the first time she had spoken to those of nobility.

"I am a Priestess of the one true god, the Lord of Light." Melisandre introduced herself, causing Cersei's eyes to widen slightly as she instantly made the connection to why this stranger had shown up here of all places. "And I have come to offer my service in preparation for the return of He who is the Lord's Chosen. The Prince Who Was Promised, and the one who will end the Long Night and bring about the dawn."

The reverence and fanaticism in which the woman spoke was a little surprising to Cersei, but after having spent time around the Lionsguard who were all nearly or equally as fanatical about the Red God her brother believed in, she had grown slightly used to hearing such things spoken with fervent devotion.

"I see…" She spoke. "Then, if it's my brother you're looking for, you'll be waiting quite a while to see him. Godwin has set off to join Lord Eddard Stark in his quest to find his lost sister, and will not arrive here at Fair Isle for some time."

The thought of her brother caused a brief ache in her heart, but that pain was tempered by the memory of everything that happened the last time they were together.

'Soon…' Cersei thought as her breath quickened, feeling that tingle in her loins that sparked every time she thought back on that night.

"I am aware," Melisandre replied with aplomb. Unaware of the thoughts happening inside of her head. "But his current trials are his alone to see through."

Shaking her head, the red-headed priestess added. "No, my purpose is here is to help make this isle ready for him. And to prepare you for his return."

Raising a single golden eyebrow in response, Cersei barely managed to hold back the slight mocking tone in her voice. "Me? And what is it you believe that I need preparing for?"

"For the trials ahead." Melisandre replied without hesitation. "As the Lord's Chosen, his trials will be rife with danger. Many will seek to use his powers for their own means, like your father, and many more will seek to silence him in a futile effort to stave off his rise to power once more followers and believers flock to his banner."

"His faith in the Lord of Light is strong, and that strength gives him power." She explained as her ruby glowed. "Whereas your faith is weak… and that weakness, that lack of belief, will become a liability to him."

Belief?

Cersei mulled the thought over if only to humor her guest.

Belief had never been her strong suit, that she would freely admit. Godwin had more than enough faith for the both of them, so she'd never given the thought any attention beyond marveling at the powers her little brother had at his beck and call.

Admittedly, when she'd first witnessed what he could do as a child, she'd pondered over the idea of whether she should try her hand at praying to this "R'hllor" that he kept going on about whenever he performed magic for the family.

But that thought had waned in favor of putting her faith, not in some Red God from across the Narrow Sea that she barely even knew, but instead in her own flesh and blood brother that stood before her.

"I find it highly unlikely that my own beliefs - or lack thereof - will become a liability to him," Her doubt bled into her words. A slight hostility in her body language as she stared down the woman from her seat atop the throne. "Let alone believing such a thing would be possible when it comes from a stranger at our doorstep… who greatly oversteps her bounds."

In the beginning, she might have been willing to humor this strange woman if for nothing more than entertainment's sake.

But that thought had died out when this… nobody… dared to proclaim to know what was best for her and her beloved brother, and with such casual dismissal of her station as if she wasn't layering insults upon Cersei - and by extension, Godwin.

There was an order to these things. And this… commoner had dared to act as if these things were of no consequence to her.

With righteous indignation welling up inside her at what she perceived to be a plethora of insults, Cersei was moments away from calling for one of the Lionsguard to forcibly see this Red Priestess thrown out, when the woman lifted her own eyebrow back at her.

"It is not I who believes these things," Melisandre replied. The ruby glowing brighter by the moment until even Cersei could no longer ignore its presence. Or the heat that radiated off of her. "But the Lord of Light, himself."

Raising a single hand, the pile of cloth banners bearing the Farman House's sigils burst into a great pyre as the ruby on Melisandre's neck flared with light.

The sudden intensity of light and heat coming from a nearby section of the main hall caused Cersei to flinch away from it in fear, while Melisandre continued to stand there unaffected by its presence.

"Come… look into the flames." She motioned towards the burning pyre. "See for yourself what the Lord has planned."

Uncertain, and now fearful for her life, Cersei glared defiantly at the woman for a moment before she reluctantly did so. Ready at a moment's notice to call the guards in and have the woman outright put to death for her actions…

…before her whole body relaxed as her emerald eyes lost themselves in the visions that sprang forth unbidden from the flames.

And, for the first time since she heard the name "R'hllor" uttered from out of her little brother's lips…

She understood.

Casterly Rock, Westerlands

Flashback - 2 Weeks Earlier

- Five Days After Godwin's Knighting Ceremony, 282 AC -

- Tywin Lannister -

Seated behind his desk as he read over the scrolls that had been sent to him from King's Landing, Tywin stared at their contents with a heavy frown on his aging face as he thought over what he should do next.

On the one hand, his youngest son's actions in saving Lyanna Stark had not only secured the North as a potential ally for their House, but had also fostered an immense amount of goodwill with the newly crowned King Robert. Who had even gone out of his way to personally knight Godwin in his first ceremony as King out of gratitude.

Something that, in any other circumstance, Tywin would greatly approve of and even internally applaud his son for making the most out of his new circumstances after losing his heirship.

However…

On the other hand, whatever game his son was playing, Tywin knew that it was just as easy for it to come back on their family and ruin everything they had built if it was ever discovered that Godwin was the one behind Elia Martell's survival… and now the one responsible for the former Queen Rhaella's escape from Dragonstone.

Targaryens didn't just disappear from the Red Keep and Dragonstone - two heavily populated areas - without a trace.

Not without receiving help from an outsider, at least.

An outsider that Tywin feared, and knew, to be his wayward youngest son.

Already, a great many spies were being sent as far as from Winterfell to Dorne in search of them by the angered King and his Small Council as a result of Godwin's actions.

With the name Targaryen now spoken of only in hushed whispers at the capital from what his own spies at court revealed, and the dishonored Stannis Baratheon now made a certifiable pariah to any would-be Lord or Lady after his "failure" was revealed to all those present at the Red Keep.

There would be many more consequences yet to come for the possible continuation of the Targaryen House and the handful of members who now had a claim to the Iron Throne upon which Robert sat. But that was unavoidable, now that Godwin had made his move.

How was it, exactly, that Tywin knew his youngest son was behind all these acts?

Because he knew his son well.

For all the supposed mysticism and uncertainty surrounding Godwin thanks to his magical abilities, Tywin had been there since the day the boy was born, and had raised him into the man he was today.

Sure, there were things about Godwin that stumped him to this day. Like why he seemed so sure his powers came from this R'hllor and not one of the Seven. But if there was one thing he'd learned about the boy in all his years of raising him, it was that Godwin had a bleeding heart for women and children in desperate situations.

Something about seeing women - particularly older women and mothers - in trouble sparked a rebelliousness in his son that led to acts of self-sacrificing behavior so long as it meant they were saved.

Perhaps, Tywin mused, it was a result of having witnessed his mother Joanna's death at the hands of disease and being unable to stop it, even with all of the magical abilities he had, and now sought to make up for his perceived failure by saving others.

Or, perhaps it was out of a need to ensure that no other child had to experience the thought of losing a mother if he could do something about it.

Whatever the case may be, the aging Lord of House Lannister knew his youngest child was only doing what he thought was best… and while he might not approve of the potential ramifications that could be brought down upon their House as a result, he was at least somewhat understanding that this was just who his son was, and what kind of man Godwin wanted to be.

Which is why, when the time came for Jaime to retake his place at Tywin's side as his first-born heir, Tywin was not so cold-hearted as to leave his younger son with nothing after all he'd done for their family.

Fair Isle was a decently sized plot of land from which he could spread himself out and feel like he wasn't being constantly watched over by his father, and it would allow his son to practice his own religious beliefs without fear of persecution from what most Westerosi would consider to be a blasphemous religion.

Did Tywin fully understand what made his son decide to become a follower of a Red God from across the Narrow Sea, when he had grown up surrounded by the Faith of the Seven that was the predominant religion of Westeros? Of course not.

But Godwin was his son, a true-born Lion, and that was all that mattered to him.

And lions did not concern themselves with the opinions of sheep.

And after House Farman had died out in the battles against the Targaryen loyalists during Robert's Rebellion, Fair Isle seemed like a suitable reward for Godwin.

The place might not have seemed like a worthy reward to his youngest son when compared to the Lordship of Casterly Rock and becoming Warden of the West, but Godwin was not the only child of his who had done much for their family, and as a father he had ensure that all members of their family were justly rewarded for their efforts.

Jaime, his eldest, had spent years building up good relations for himself and their House with bannermen and other nobles through his squiring under Knights such as Ser Sumner Crakehall, Ser Barristan Selmy, and serving as a loyal Kingsguard for years until the Siege of King's Landing; where his eldest made the noble sacrifice of besmirching his honor forever in return to helping bring an end to the Mad King Aerys's reign.

Had Jaime not done what he had, and had allowed the Head Pyromancer to leave the Red Keep and set fire to all the barrels of Wildfire kept beneath the streets of King's Landing, many tens of thousands - Tywin included - would have died horribly as a result.

And with his eldest being removed from the Kingsguard, it only seemed fitting that Jaime be given back the Heirship that was rightfully his in the first place.

Was Jaime's actions equal enough to Godwin's for him to deserve such a grand reward?

…perhaps not.

But the heirship was not just a reward… it was also a responsibility. One that the Laws of Men were quite clear on when it came to who the title belonged to between the first-born and the third-born.

And it was one which required the heir to accept certain things that he knew Godwin would not have agreed to… like an arranged marriage.

"House Dayne…" Tywin mumbled as he read over the report about potential wives that were suitable enough as Jaime's future spouse and as the future Lady of House Lannister. "Perhaps… Their eldest would make a good match for him. And not many Houses have unwed daughters around his age that are worthy of choosing from."

There were two daughters of House Dayne that could potentially work: the eldest - Ashara, and the younger sister - Allyria.

While he preferred the elder sister as a match, who had a better claim to her House than her younger sister, there were rumors circling that Ashara was the unknown mother of Lord Eddard Stark's surprise bastard that he'd brought home from the rebellion, with many believing them to have been together even before his arranged marriage to his late-brother's betrothed, Catelyn Tully.

Not exactly a great choice, but one that could not be discarded if those rumors turned out to be false.

…it seemed he had some more work to do before he could begin today's lessons with Jaime about his future duties.

Perhaps his eldest might even have some insight into which daughter he'd prefer.

Faircastle, Fair Isle

Day of Godwin's Arrival, 282 AC

- End of Flashback -

- Godwin -

Finding out that Cersei has become a Red Priestess in training after having learnt about R'hllor, thanks to Melisandre's handiwork, is an… interesting change. But not an unwelcome one.

Having an actual priestess of R'hllor who knows about the religion's ideals and practices makes turning more people over to my side a heck of a lot easier compared to just using my powers to try and win them over.

The fact that I now have someone who can speak for me on religious matters adds to my importance in front of the commonfolk; since it's never a good look to be proclaiming yourself as an important religious figure. But when it's someone else doing the boasting or proclaiming for you? Then people start to really pay attention.

And with two Red Priestesses now able to help me grow more followers in Westeros has already begun to show itself as I make my way through the docks and up to Faircastle. Noting all of the red cloth Lannister banners draped across much of the land and posted at the entrances to the dock itself.

The biggest change of them all though, from what I had heard about Faircastle before Cersei had led the charge in renovating it, has to be the new crimson-red stain glass windows depicting fire and the additional ironwork with my own personal sigil now dominating a significant number of decor items throughout the Main Hall.

"I see the renovations have come along nicely," I state matter-of-factly as the walls and floors of the place both inside and out practically gleam like new with how spotless they are.

Turning towards a smiling Cersei as she and Melisandre stand behind me watching me take it all in, I return her smile with a proud one as I reach out and cup her soft, flawless cheek gently. "You've done an amazing job, Sister."

A faint dusting of pink sprinkles her cheeks as she practically leans into my touch, her emerald eyes staring into my own as she touches the back of my hand daintily.

"Of course," she says huskily, "you deserve nothing less than perfection, beloved…"

"As it should be." Melisandre finally speaks up for the first time since she knelt down before me and basically offered herself up to me to do whatever I wanted with her… which I'll definitely be bringing up with them before this night is over. "Our Lord has given you a great task beyond what any normal man could accomplish, and it would not do for you to be bothered with things such as this when you're already bearing the responsibility of having to save our world when the Long Night approaches."

"I see." I pause, glancing at her before raising an eyebrow to Cersei silently, who simply nods resolutely.

Well, if that's how they feel… Just as long as they don't expect me to sit around and do nothing all day while they have servants waiting me hand and foot.

"I appreciate your devotion, Lady Melisandre." I say as my hand slides off Cersei's cheek after I press a quick kiss to her lips before turning my attention fully to the other woman. "But I must say, I am surprised to see a Red Priestess here after all this time."

"My abilities have been talked about across all of Westeros for years, as has my faith in R'hllor. Yet, it is only now, on the eve of a great many things that have happened in our country, that someone from the Red Temples has decided to cross the Narrow Sea and come to speak with me."

Standing now directly in front of her and staring into her eyes searchingly, my mouth quirks upward in a smirk as I raise an eyebrow questioningly. "Why is that, I wonder?"

Unmoved by my question, Melisandre smiles benignly. "Yours is not the first time we've heard of what some have believed to be Azor Ahai reborn. It is the duty of our High Priestess, Lady Kinvara, the First Servant of the Lord of Light, to determine whether we should seek out these people and determine if they truly are as is believed."

"For you, My Lord." She places a hand against my chest almost reverently, her fingers gently tracing the fabric of my shirt as she continues to stare into my eyes near-worshipfully. "It was R'hllor himself who made that determination for us. In one of the greatest visions that has ever been displayed in all of known history, every fire in the Red Temple of Volantis produced visions in the flames foretelling of your arrival."

"Many, myself included, wanted to come before you the moment you were born and prostrate ourselves at your feet to offer our services."

"But the Lord of Light was clear in his visions." It's here that her face drops into a small frown as she says almost regretfully, "We were not to present ourselves to you until after the time of the Dragons had come to an end… Only when the Stag took the Iron Throne, were we free to offer you our support."

"And yet," I reply. "This… Kinvara sends you in her stead? If what you say is true, should she not have been the first of your order to come before me?"

Seeing where I'm going with this, she explains before there are any misunderstandings. "As High Priestess, her responsibilities to the faithful are numerous and of great importance. Requiring that she remain in Essos and not endanger herself on a trip across the Narrow Sea unless the need is most dire."

"Which is why," Melisandre says as she continues rubbing my chest with one hand while her other begins to trail itself teasingly along the outer curves of her covered large breasts. "She has sent me in her stead. To offer you the support of the Red Temples, and to help… soothe… any anger you might feel regarding our lack of presence until now."

…I'm glad that I already sent a tired Rhaella and her children off with one of my Lionsguard to their rooms to sleep off our journey as soon as we arrived at Faircastle, because Melisandre takes this opportunity to undo the fastenings of her dress and pulls it down her chest in one smooth motion.

Causing her large, milky-white breasts capped with thick, reddish-brown nipples to spill out into the open as the fabric pools around her waist. Their size is nearly as large as my head, and the way they jiggle from her movement finally makes me break eye-contact as I marvel at their beauty.

They're not quite Rhaella sized, but they're pretty close.

Before I can even think of how to respond to having two magnificent breasts in front of me, Melisandre is already on her knees and fishing my semi-hard shaft out of my pants without an ounce of shame or care that we're in the middle of the Main Hall.

Or that Cersei is standing right next to us, watching this happen as her hand begins to stroke my length eagerly.

"U-Um," I choke out a vague sound that I think is meant to be words, suddenly feeling a very real sense of fear over how Cersei is going to react to this as I turn my head to look at her wide-eyed. "S-Sister, th-this is…"

"Ssshhhh…" My beautiful older sister whispers softly into my ear while moving to stand directly behind me.

Her body pressing itself against my back and her chin resting gently on my shoulder as she looks down my front at the other woman on her knees pumping my shaft with one hand while the other cups and fondles my balls expertly. "Let her worship you, beloved."

Feeling all of my tension leave my body at the lack of hostility on her face or in her voice, our twin sets of emerald-green eyes focus our attention on the kneeling Melisandre as she begins laying kisses along the head and length of my dick. All the while Cersei continues to whisper hotly in my ear. "This is where she belongs… where they all belong… on their knees, worshipping you with everything they have."

"The Lord of Light sent you here to save them…" My body shivers as a hot, wet mouth inhales my member easily. Almost immediately deepthroating me with a level of experience I'm not quite ready for as my shaft throbs in warning inside Melisandre's throat.

While Rhaella may have done wonders to help me take the edge off before we left Dorne, and later while we sailed aboard The Prowl, there's something about Cersei's presence that always manages to turn me on no matter how much sex I've had beforehand.

"But you will be more than a savior to them." Cersei's teeth bite against my earlobe and give it a small tug. Her hands distractingly sliding underneath my shirt to rub along my bare chest. "You will guide them into a new beginning, where we will rule them as the Targaryen's failed to do, and bring them all under one true banner."

Having seen the signs of my approaching orgasm, Cersei's hands leave my chest and practically rip Melisandre's head off my cock, holding it in place by her hair in one hand as the other rapidly pumps my spit and saliva-soaked shaft until I start cumming all over the kneeling woman's face.

"Ours."

Letting out a loud groan of pleasure as waves of euphoric bliss cascade through my mind, Cersei's mouth suddenly descends upon my lips as if wanting to take the sounds of my enjoyment for herself as her tongue runs along the inside of my mouth and aggressively plays with my own tongue.

As ropes of sticky white seed coat Melisandre's docile - even happy - face until everything from her lips and chin to her eyelids and hair are covered in cum, I realize in that moment a fact about Cersei that will forever play a part in things to come.

While my beautiful, sexy, unbelievably kinky older sister has no problems with me fooling around with other women - as shown by her letting Melisandre blow me, or the fact that she said nothing even after she noticed Rhaella was walking with a certain limp when we disembarked The Prowl. It's all because she sees them as nothing more than tools for my pleasure; maybe mistresses at best.

To Cersei, she is the one and only woman who gets to stand at my side.

All others can kneel before me and relieve me of my stress whenever I want, but she only considers herself worthy of being in any sort of wife/lover position.

A possibly troubling thought that might affect the future… but I can live with it.

There are certainly worse things in this world than having a beautiful woman willing to let you fuck other women so long as you only think of her at the end of the day.

And really, with how everything is going, I couldn't see anyone else who could fit into the role I would need my future wife to play better than Cersei.

She's utterly loyal. Completely in love with me. And strong-willed - meaning possessive - enough to keep the other women in line should any of them decide that they deserve the position more than the others.

"Cersei…" I manage to get out, "where's the Lord's chambers?"

If this is how things are going to be, I'll need to make sure to reaffirm her as often as I can just how much she means to me. And what better way to do that, then by fucking the ever-loving-shit out of her?

"Right this way…" Cersei purrs, grabbing my spent cock and giving it a few tugs until it's hard again, before she begins leading me by it out of the main hall. "Melisandre… you'll be joining us as well, I hope?"

"Of course, my Lady."

…I fucking love this woman.

… …

As the moon's light peaks out from behind a layer of clouds and shines through the open windows of the Lord's and Lady's bedchambers, bathing the room in a pale glow that mixes with the heat of the fire roaring in the fireplace, I finally manage to extricate myself from the soiled bedsheets and sweaty pile of voluptuous, naked bodies belonging to a sleeping Cersei and Melisandre.

It took longer than I cared to admit to finally tire out a months' long, sexually backed-up Cersei and a extremely experienced woman like Melisandre at the same time. But I succeeded, and that's all that matters.

Taking the time to watch the many small pyres and torches that illuminate the grounds of Faircastle flickering brilliantly amongst the smooth, stone pathways and border the many small gardens and water features, I let out a relaxing sigh as the sweat cools from my body.

With the more immediate concerns now taken care of, I can finally turn my focus towards the future.

The inclusion of Red Priests and Priestesses is a massive boon, one which I will have to figure out a more long-term plan for if they're going to help me spread the faith of R'hllor at least out across the Westerlands.

Their numbers in Westeros might be negligible at best, but their numbers in Essos are unbelievably massive if the books and show are to be believed. With even entire cities filled with loyal servants of the Red Temples, from soldiers, to priests and priestesses, and even pleasure-slaves.

Potentially thousands of assets who will bolster my growing forces… and all of them are currently sitting not just across all of Westeros, but across the Narrow Sea as well. Making it rather difficult for me to travel there, or have them travel here.

Tossing a few ideas around in my head, I eventually step away from the window once the chill has set in and warm myself up by the fireplace. My eyes staring into the flames that flicker and glow with heat as I begin casting Guidance.

Two small heads of golden-blond hair… A sea of vessels bearing black sails with golden kraken sigils… A woman in red robes standing before a kneeling Melisandre, who in turn kneels before me as a mass of people in similar red clothes do the same all around us…

…And an elegant sword, lost for ages in a sea of ash and smoke and flame, buried in a pile of burning rubble yet still somehow in perfect condition, bearing a roaring lion's head as its pommel… the name Lightbringer whispered on the lips of all who see it… but its other name is one much more familiar to me…

Brightroar, the ancestral Valyrian steel sword of House Lannister.

- END -

Author's Notes:

And that's Chapter 5!

I originally thought about having Godwin and Cersei run away from Casterly Rock and arriving in Essos, where they would begin taking control of the Slaver Cities like Yunkai, Astapor, and Meereen. But after some thought, I realized that their running away wouldn't make much sense story-wise, since they'd be heavily disconnected from Westeros and the Seven Kingdoms as a whole where much of this story is going to need to take place.

And having them fade into distant memory across the Narrow Sea while letting their debts and the connections their fostering with the other Kingdoms slowly disappear with their fleeing was anathema to all the work I'd just begun to build up for them between Dorne, the North, and now the Westerlands - with much, much more to come.

…Also, don't worry about missing out on the lemon scene with Melisandre. She will become a common presence in Godwin's bed as the story goes on, with many reveals yet to come involving her, even if you all can probably guess what I have in mind.

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