AN: Still don't own anything. George R.R. Martin's beard does.
James and Uncle Benjen made their way into the great hall as the feast had now hit it's peak. James took in labored breathes as he tried to wrap his mind around the night's events. His conversation with Jeyne was a highlight, but he couldn't stop thinking of what Jon had said. Jon's proclamation at his interest in joining the Night's Watch had come as as surprise, he thought that Jon had felt loved in Winterfell. Surely Catelyn gave him a hard time, Sansa too at times, but the rest of us loved him. It was Jon's naivety towards the watch that made James cringe. That's when he realized it had to be him, he had to tell his father of Jon's interest in the black brothers. All of James's siblings rose and greeted their uncle with hugs and smiles. Jeyne seemed to have recovered, sitting down waiting for Sansa to finish saying hello. James smiled at her and she only winked at him. He laughed out loud. I can't believe she kissed me…Don't leave me James...His Uncle Benjen pulled him aside,
"I think it will do Jon good to join the watch." he said with his voice lowered, as if not trying to alarm his siblings.
James just looked at him in shock. How could he want that for Jon, he know's what state we are in. We barely have enough men to man the wall; less than a thousand to be in fact. Wildlings could scale the wall and for miles nobody would notice them. I often lead parties on the top of the wall to find if certain wildlings had made it through.
"Uncle Benjen? What are you saying? You'd actually recommend Jon joining us, you can't be serious? It's not what he thinks it is. His mind is full of Old Nan's stories. I have naught the heart to tell him."
Before James could say anymore his uncle waived a dismissive hand in the air. Putting his hands on James shoulders staring him in the eyes,
"James, listen to me. Jon is a bastard. I know you hate using that term, but that is what he is. My brother's bastard. Now, the watch is in ruins, this part I can not deny. However, it is full of bastards and he can soar to new height's. You know this as well as I. Even more troublesome is this, you know why Robert is here…To ask your father to be the hand of the king. Jon Arryn's death came as a surprise to all, he was the only man Robert's ever trusted as much as he does your dad. Ned will probably accept and go down south. Jon's only link in Winterfell gone. Sure, he has you and his siblings, but your lady mother will be the one ruling with Robb. She won't allow him to stay, your father knows this, even Robb couldn't prevent it….Let me finish…In his heart Jon knows this. We would accept him, and he would be wanted there. So James...let him go." He finally finished and let out a deep sigh. James let a few seconds pass before he responded,
"I understand now Uncle Benjen, and I agree with you. However, I want to be the one to tell father." James said clapping his uncles shoulder and walking towards his table taking a seat.
"Good, I was hoping you would. Here, let me go say hi to your father." Benjen said walking away towards his dad.
James than went back to his seat to find the final course sitting in front of him…Lemon cakes. Sansa's absolute favorite thing in the world…besides knights. James ate it in about three bites when he stood up and decided to walk around and see what everyone was up too. Theon was flirting with some servant, she was blushing so much. Robb was dancing with the princess Myrcella. Rickon had fallen asleep on Bran's shoulder, and Bran himself was trying to stay awake. Arya was still eating her food talking to Sansa and Jeyne, who in turn were talking to a drunk Joffrey. Tommen had fallen asleep on the table. The queen was still sitting in her chair, looking quite bored, and James's mother was trying to idly make the time go by with polite conversation. That's when James heard a booming voice call him from behind.
"BLACK WOLF! The man who slayed the Kingslayer! Get over here!" Robert Baratheon yelled.
He was sitting against a table, visibly drunk, another cup of wine in hand. Ned was next to him, with his uncle benjen as well. Some servant was sitting on Roberts leg, and than James noticed Ser Barristan and Jaime with them, along with Renly Baratheon. Jaime, who was still upset about Robert's earlier comment. James walked over to them and they, except for Jaime, smiled.
"Good fight earlier, James." Ser Barristan said clad in his kings guard armor, his hair grey and his smile gallant. He may look old, but he could still slay many knight's in the kingdom. James shook his hand and offered his thanks.
"Indeed. Not many men can best the Kingslayer. But when I do, I treasure it." Renly was a tall man with broad shoulders and a big chest. Clean shaven, with black Baratheon hair falling to his shoulders.
"Aye, James tell us a story about the wall. Your uncle Benjen was just telling us about the wildlings and reports of the Others." Robert asked and for the first time calling him James in what seemed like an eternity.
"Indeed Stark, please do. Certainly something from your adventures the gallant men of the Night's Watch." said Jaime in a mocking tone, giving a smile.
"I would like to hear that." said Renly looking quite intrigued.
"Tell us boy, have you actually killed anyone with that sword of yours?" Robert asked downing another cup of wine.
"Indeed I have, your grace." James said hands behind his back, being humble.
"Robert…nobody is around, you can call me Robert. Gods child, I've known you since you could walk." he said laughing. Pouring himself another cup of wine. Everyone else smiling, even Ned.
"Indeed I have…Robert." the King smiled and then motioned to continue.
"Fine alright I can tell a story, have I ever killed a wildling; I assume. Well in fact I have. It was a cold day on the wall, but this day was different. Reports from scouts were coming back bizarre, whole ranging parties were going missing. Sometimes one would return saying they've seen parties of wildlings come towards the wall. Some of them spoke of the Others, surely I didn't believe in this, they haven't been seen in thousands of years and wildlings are a superstitious people. So Lord Commander Mormont ordered myself, Uncle Benjen over here, and two others to scout ahead. 'Find the wildlings, track them, and kill them.' Exact words."
At this point everyone was listening intently. Robert had stopped drinking just to listen and Benjen was looking at James with a smile knowing the story himself. But James continued,
"And so the next day we went out on our ranging. It had snowed heavily the night before so it was extremely cold, knee deep in snow. The first day had gone by fast, we settled down to make a fire, found some wildling tracks. But that night a blizzard hit, we had to snuggle together for warmth so we wouldn't die. One boy, Edward, his name was, just a boy who had been caught stealing a loaf of bread, refused too. The next morning we found him frozen solid. He looked like he was sleeping incased in ice. We had to move on. At this point we had been out ranging for weeks, wildling tracks had grown ever more present but we hadn't run into any, and our rations were going scarce until finally; we ran out of food. So we ate one of the horses, it tasted alright, quite fatty if you ask me but it was easy to eat. Than the next morning we heard footsteps approaching. A wildling party of six was coming down the road wearing their grey woolen cloaks. Quickly me, uncle Benjen, and the other lad Willis, the man my father executed over a month ago hid in the woods and waited to ambush them. They quickly, however found our tracks and we realized it was now or never. We flung out of our hiding spots, swords drawn. One of them came at me with a sword but I swept to the side slashing his chest and gut open; his innards fell out in front of me. Than another hooded figure came at me with an axe, I dodged the swing and stabbed this person in the stomach with my dagger. I took it out and they fell down to the ground. I reached down to pull the hood off when I realized it was a women, a wildling spearwife. Her hair was blonde and she had big blue eyes, the most beautiful women I had seen in awhile. But by now she was choking on her own blood. I just stared at her, motionless. 'Kill me.' she said over and over again; 'kill me' she repeated as if it was some chant, until finally I took my dagger and stabbed her in the heart. She grabbed my face and said 'Thank you', her final words to me were as she looked me in the eyes and passed away, her gaze never lingered. We burned the bodies and than another storm came upon us. Fortunately the wildlings we had killed had food on them, so we ate it. It took us another two weeks to get back to the wall. So to answer your question, yes….yes I have killed somebody with this sword of mine."
Everyone was in silence taking in the story. Robert's jaw had dropped. Renly looked at me with what looked like a half-smile, as did Barristan along with Jaime. Ned was stoic as ever, being the first time he had ever heard the story. Than his father spoke up,
"Is it true Benjen?" he asked giving a look of concern.
"Aye, its true Ned. Every word of it. He did kill them two wildling's. Had to, otherwise we might not be here talking to you right now." he said grasping James's shoulder.
"Gods…You certainly have been through enough black wolf." Robert said drinking more wine.
"If that is all my lords, I would return to my seat and finish my meal." James said dipping his head as Robert released him.
"Go black wolf, find yourself a women, we know you must be backed up." he said with a booming laugh.
James returned to his table to find Robb sitting there, Bran was fully asleep by now. Rickon must've been taken to his room. Arya was sitting there still talking to Sansa. Joffrey was nowhere to be seen, probably gone to sleep. Neither was Tommen, but last time he saw him, he had been asleep so one can only assume he had gone to bed also. Theon was gone, probably bedding some poor girl. Myrcella was dancing with Renly. James sat down and put an arm around Robb,
"Quite a night for myself brother. Full of emotion. How did it fair for you?" James asked eating some of Bran's roasted duck he had left behind. He called over a servant to ask for more wine and another lemon cake.
"Good brother, I talked with the king. Danced with Myrcella." he said dipping a piece of bread into some soup.
"She likes you ya know. Very smitten with the future Lord of Winterfell." James said still eating the duck.
"Aye, I noticed. Nice girl. Very smart for her age. Pretty too." Robb said finishing his soup, pushing away the bowl. James laughed,
"Perhaps a match could be made. Finally House Baratheon and House Stark could be joined." James said as his lemon cake arrived.
"You jest brother, excuse me though, I have to dance this food off." Robb said making his way to the dance floor.
James consumed another lemon cake and looked up at the dais. His mother had gone off somewhere but the queen remained. They soon locked gazes and she smiled at him again. James almost choked on his lemon cake as he saw the queen get out of her chair and walk over to him. Each walk a seduction, Cersei Lannister was beautiful. By now her golden hair was let down, letting it flow to her chest, green eyes staring at him, only brought out further by her crimson dress. Her breasts were full and James could see the tops of them peeking from her dress. The thought was making him hard, than she was next to him smiling.
"Why my lord Stark, I see you are quite lonely over here. Would you like some company?" she said with a tone of seduction in her voice. Sansa and Jeyne were staring at them when James shot a look to mind their business and they looked away.
"It would be an honor, your grace." James said, switching on his charm. The queen pulled up her dress slightly and sat down next to him.
"I enjoyed watching you spar my brother earlier. I must admit he is pretty good with a sword, it was quite a match." she said looking him in the face, smile so large. All James could smell was her lavender oil. Don't leave me James…
"Thank you my queen, your brother was definently a worthy opponent. It wasn't an easy match at all." he said staring at her with equal intent.
" I also saw you dance with Myrcella, she has taken quite a liking to the North. She seems to be smitten with your brother Robb. That would be a good match, but alas I hear Sansa and Joffrey might become betrothed." she said…James was about to speak when she put a hand on his thigh.
"You remind me so much of your uncle Brandon. You are the spitting image of him. You fight like him, you have his charm, even his smile." she said now
"Thank you, your grace. I fear those words are to kind."James said as her hand finding it's way closer to his manhood. James gave her a look of shock,
"My queen….the King if he sees, if anyone sees." James said trying to retract but the queen wouldn't have it.
"Robert is passed out on the table by now. He won't see a thing. Just hush, sweet child." she said feeling the bulge in James's breeches grow with each touch. James put his hand against his head and closed his eyes, releasing a low moan under his breath as the queen began to stroke his manhood, almost at full hardness in his breeches. She than took his hand and put it between her legs, finding her drenched. She than got up quickly and said,
"This has been quite the conversation James. I hope we have another one before I leave." Cersei said with a smile as she walked away. What the fuck just happened…as he just sat there letting his erection go down. But than all he could think of was Ros.
-x-
James got up from his seat and noticed everyone in the feast was either gone or asleep on the tables, from drinking way too much wine. The Greatjon Umber had fallen sleep on a seat, while Lord Karstark was passed over on a table. With some other lords asleep as well. The servants were cleaning up the hall, clearing the plates or sweeping the floor. James was feeling dizzy so he knew it was time to go to bed, all the kids were gone except for Arya. Who was falling in and out of sleep; head resting on the table. James went out over and scooped her out of the seat. Carrying her to her room, head resting on his shoulder, breathing calmly. He walked upstairs and left her sleeping in her bed.
James proceeded to his room, the feast had gone well in his mind, but he was exhausted from the events and too much wine. Walking in and closing the door behind him, he took off his tunic , leaving him shirtless with just his breeches to cover himself. Yanking the blankets off his bed he settled in and laid down. His arms behind his head as he stared at the ceiling, letting the sleep take him over , he was about to blow out the candle when a hooded person was at the foot of his bed. They were wearing a tan woolen cloak. James immediately shot up and ran over to the mysterious figure, grabbing them by the forearm.
"Who are you? Show yourself." This person would not answer. By the feeling of their arm, he could tell it was a women.
"I'm not interested. I don't want this." James said with a voice of wonder.
"Are you sure you aren't interested?" the figure said as they finally pulled down the hood.
It was Cersei Lannister. Her golden hair flowed down towards her breasts, as she removed the cloak off. All she had under were her nightclothes.
"My…my queen." James said bowing his head, immediately swallowing his throat.
"What are you doing here? How did you find my room?" he asked.
"If I can make my way around the Red Keep at night, surely Winterfell won't be a problem. Oh and enough of that 'my queen' stuff, we are alone at once…" she said walking by him throwing her hands in the air, she sat on his bed. Lightly slapping her hand down on the sheets, asking him to come over.
James reluctantly sat down next to her, taken away by her beauty. Thought's swimming around so fast he hardly had enough time to think, if they were to be caught he would be put to death for treason. He had to tread lightly. Than he began sweating from his nerves. All she did was smile at him and take his calloused hand, kissing it.
"I've had my eye on you since I first arrived to Winterfell. You are quite the handsome man. I'm sure you've heard that before," she said in between kisses. All James could do was watch, not making a movement or sound.
"Actually they don't, your grace," James said, Cersei could tell he was nervous,
"Surely, you've been with a woman before?" she said.
"Yes…" James said under his breath, clearly embarrassed.
"Don't be so nervous sweetling, I won't bite." Now leaning forward to kiss his neck. James arched his neck so she could easily.
"My queen…." he said voice with riddled with nerves and concern.
"Cersei…." she said smiling up at him, putting a finger over his mouth. Than quickly removing it.
"Cersei…I don't think this is appropriate. If we were to be caught, surely the punishment would be grievous. For the both of us." James responded, as she pulled back from him. Green eyes staring him down.
"You do not desire me?" she asked in a childish voice. She knows what she is doing…
"No…don't get me wrong I do. You are the most beautiful women I have ever seen. It is just you are the queen and are married, I just couldn't."
That's when she rolled her eyes and laughed.
"Surely you notice that my marriage is a love less one. Robert hardly pays me any mind. He only does when he is drunk at night and stumbles into my bedroom to 'claim me.' Not to worry though he is spending the night with some tavern wenches, we are safe. Now shut up sweet child." she replied kissing him fully on the mouth, letting James feel some tongue.
"I'm sorry this is wrong. I can't…" James said pulling away yet again, trying to not look her in the face.
Cersei sighed heavily this time and said nothing. She than removed her night clothes to reveal her breasts to him, fully naked by this point. James became instantly hard at the sight of those full breasts, pink nipples in the center. She grabbed his hands and place them on her chest, letting him feel them. Than she arched her head back and let out a slight moan.
"Just let go…" she said one last time as James leaned forward and put one in his mouth. His tongue swirling around the nipple, feeling it getting hard in his mouth. He than showed the same amount of attention to the other as she smiled and pushed him on the bed removing his breeches with haste. She than had his hard cock in her hands, slightly stroking as James hips began to move in sycronicity with her strokes.
"Good…good." was all she said with a devilish smile on her face.
Than she went lower and placed it in her mouth. James looked down at her and instantly flung his head back in ecstasy. Don't leave me James…He looked down and she met his eyes. Her tongue feeling his member. I can't believe this…the queen, Cersei Lannister, with my cock in her mouth. Surely I must be dreaming.
Than she got up and kissed him in the mouth as James flipped her and laid her down on the bed, kissing her neck and breasts again. His kisses went further south down her stomach, and to her sex. Licking the inside with quite skill, the way Ros taught him to do. The queen let out low moans and hisses.
"Yes…yes... James. You are quite skill….skilled at this." Putting her hand on his head and tangling her fingers in his hair. Than James got up and kissed her in the mouth again, lingering a while longer.
"Let me straddle you." she demanded as James obliged.
Cersei flipped over and straddled him. James placed his arms behind his back, against the bed as she sat down on him and placed his cock inside her; her wetness enveloping him. Than she began to move up and down, James met her with his hips. She flung her head back and began to moan quite loudly. James couldn't help but do the same. James would sometimes reach up to grab a breast or pull one in his mouth as the queen continued. Finally he began to feel himself become close when she sensed it too. Quickly, she laid him down and took him in her mouth again. He lasted about another minute before he exploded in her mouth, she never stopped, riding the wave of pleasure with him.
Finally she just laid down next to him panting. As he just stared at the ceiling. Forgive me Ros…
"Thank you. I haven't loved a man like that in quite awhile. Certainly not Robert."
She said giving a look of disgust, looking away when there was a knock on his door. Instantly they both shot up from the bed as James told her to hide under the bed. He put some nightclothes on and she hid under the bed. Still naked as on her name day.
James opened the door to find Maester Luwin standing there, giving him a serious look as if he knew somebody was in there with him. James pretended to rub his eyes as if he was awoken from a slumber.
"James, I'm sorry to have awoken you but your mother and father request your presence in their bedroom. Urgent business…" he said smiling now. Did he hear us? Had he been out there the whole time and if so does he know who it was? I hope not.
"Ok, tell them I'll be right there." James replied still pretending to rub the sleep from his eyes.
"Alright get dressed lad, I'll wait out here for you." James nodded and closed the door behind him. Pressing his back against the door and sank himself to the floor, placing his head in his hands. Than Cersei crawled from under the bed and put her nightclothes back on, along with her woolen cloak. She sat next to James, whispering to him.
"They probably want your counsel. Robert must've asked him to become hand of the king by now." she said placing her head on his shoulder.
"I know. I don't want him to accept, but he probably will anyway. He doesn't belong in King's Landing. He does up North, here with his family." James said letting out a sigh.
"I tried to tell Robert to give it to my father, Lord Tywin, but he wouldn't listen. You should try to convice your father to decline." she said now standing up preparing to leave.
"Aye, I think I will try." James said getting up. Going towards the door.
"Let yourself out once we are gone." he said as he opened the door quick and stepped out to the hall, facing Maester Luwin.
"Ready to go, Maester?" James said with a smile. Maester Luwin gave him a look of knowing…He sees right through me. They began to walk down the hall towards his parents room.
"Was someone in your room with you? I swear I heard another voice with you." he said now smiling.
"Umm….nope, just me. I often talk to myself, helps me think." James said now looking around to avoid the Maester's gaze.
"Don't worry James. I won't tell your parents." he said and winked.
Than they arrived at his parent's room and knocked on the door. His father opened it and James walked in. His mother was sitting at the edge of their bed with her night clothes on, a raven's scroll in her hand. She was visibly distressed.
"How goes it mother and father?" James said releasing him from her brace.
"Not good, read this." she said placing the raven scroll in his hand. James opened it and saw it was from his Aunt Lysa, who fled King's Landing after her husband Jon Arryn's death and holed herself up in the Vale. It read that she blamed the Lannister's for the death of her husband. James than turned to his father,
"Surely she can't be serious? What motives could the Lannister's have for murdering Jon Arryn?" he asked handing the scroll back to his mother.
"Aye, that's what I said. But your mother thinks otherwise." Ned said looking at him.
"I know it James, in my bones I do. Never trust the Lannisters. They had a part in this, and will in the coming months." she said now standing up facing James and his father.
"Mother, Aunt Lysa is how you say….special. She just lost her husband and isn't thinking straight! I wouldn't trust her word at this moment." James said sounding like the true counselor.
"I agree. We can't act upon this, but I will look into it once I get to King's Landing. To be hand of the king." Eddard said looking now directly at James. Who expected this,
"Robert offered and I agreed. He needs me down there. There is nobody he can trust, I have to protect him." he finished turning around to look back out the window.
"Father, surely you can't be serious? The position is cursed!" James finished as his mother looked at him nodding in agreement.
"I'am serious James." he said now facing him and his mother again.
"Dad, you fought two wars for Robert. What more do you have to owe him? Your place is here with your family." James replied quickly looking at them both.
"Listen to him Ned. James makes sense." Catelyn replied, pleading with him.
"No…I have no choice. And don't tell me where my place is boy. You left your place a long time ago." Ned said coldly turning around to look at the fire.
James than looked at his mother, who in return gave him a face of sadness. The comment was meant to sting. His father never truly forgave him for taking the black. When James broke it to him, he was furious. They didn't talk for days. Which for the Stark family was a long time. James made his way to the door.
"Father, mother if no more is needed of me I shall return back to the wall tomorrow. I'm needed back there." James said looking at his parents. His mother giving him an expression of sadness, his father stern.
"James…" his mother said extending an arm out, but he just retracted.
"No mother, it's about time I go back. I shall leave tomorrow, make my good byes and be off. Clearly I am not wanted around. Oh and Jon is coming with me." Than his parent's looked surprised.
"Jon? Why should Jon go with you?" his dad asked.
"Jon want's to join the watch. Doesn't want to be here anymore, knows you would accept Robert's offer. Once you left he knew mother would be in charge. She wouldn't let him live here." James said finally before his father nodded at him and he closed the door making his way back to his room.
Finally he arrived and Cersei had left. James than just laid himself down on his bed and let sleep take him over. Don't ever leave me James…
