AN: Still don't own anything, but sometimes i'd be awesome if I did. Also this chapter is kind've mature, hence the M rating. Just a fair warning if you care about that sort of thing.
James made it back to the Tower about two hours later, with Ned. They had just discovered one of Robert's bastard sons, and the boy was the spitting image of him. What stuck out to James that even his father didn't notice was how he said his mother had yellow hair, and if that was true….James didn't want to think about it. The pieces were coming together and it seemed his father was about to figure out the truth about Cersei without James' help. As they entered the Tower of the Hand, James departed from Ned and made for the solar. He opened the door and Sansa was there supping with Jeyne, Septa Mordane, and Arya. They glanced up from there food as James just stood there. He gave them glances and made for his room, as Sansa began to get up,
"Too soon," James said waving his hand in the air. Walking past them without so much as a hello,
James bursted open the door. It was a small room with a large window in the back, and a bed in the middle made for one person. A small table sat next to the bed, with two chairs. The walls were painted green with golden vines draping the wall's. James found his belongings in the corner, his extra pairs of black clothing, and all. However he found some clothing on his bed, laid out. It was a crimson doublet with a golden shirt to wear, and he was also provided with golden breeches. On top of the clothing was a note, James picked it up and began to read. The note read that Cersei would appreciate if he wore it to dinner; James' scoffed and crumpled up the letter throwing it into the corner of the room.
"Now she deems to dress me," James said out loud, slouching onto the bed,
James heard a knock on the door, "Who is it?" nobody responded, "If it's you Sansa, I don't want to talk right now,"
"It's Jeyne, may I come in?" she said through the door, "Fine. Come in,"
Jeyne was wearing a grey dress with her brown hair tied up in the back with a braid falling down on each shoulder as she sat next to James on the bed,
"Come here to kiss me, again?" James asked, as Jeyne laughed, "No, No. Although I wish I could," she blushed, "I came here to talk to you about Sansa."
"What about her?" James asked as Jeyne sighed, "She felt bad about what happened earlier, and wants to say sorry."
"Does she, now? Than why are you here instead of her?"
"To try and convince you to talk to her." Jeyne turned his head towards her, "You can't stay mad at her, James. I know you care for her."
"I know," James said, "I was just hurt by what she said." Jeyne was still listening,
"Since I joined three years ago, everyone in my family has never truly forgiven me. I have to hear it from them, and it hurts when they bring it up."
"I know," she said putting a hand on his shoulder, "Sansa talks about it, all the time. She always tells me about why she thinks you joined, and just wishes you'd tell her."
"Aye," said James, "I will one day, just not today."
"Ok, fine. You don't have to tell her." Jeyne smiled, "Just talk to her, please."
"Alright, Jeyne. I'll talk to her, just tell her she can come in now." James smiled, "I know you've been standing out there, Sansa."
Than Sansa appeared in front of the door way and smiled; looking down at her feet. Jeyne got up and decided to leave them alone,
"Hello…James." she said nervously, "Can I take a seat next to you?"
James gave a nod and she walked over, flattening her dress as she sat next to him,
"I'm sorry for what I said earlier." Sansa said looking at him, but James just stared at the floor,
"I know it must've been hard for you, taking the black."
James looked at her now, "It was, Sansa." he gave a sigh, "It hurt me, when you said that. I have to live with it everyday, my guilt. I gave up being Lord of Winterfell, I gave up everything for-"
"-For what?" she asked, leaning in closer, but James shook his head, "Not today, Sansa. One day, I promise to sit you all down and tell you."
"Ok," she said sad,"I understand, but you promise to tell us?"
"I promise, before the Old Gods and the New." James said putting an arm around her shoulder, smiling, "When all of us are together again, sitting around the table in the Great Hall, I will tell all of you."
"So, you accept my apology?" Sansa said, her face looking down to the floor,
"No…." James said smiling, "Of course, Sansa. I could never stay mad at you."
Sansa smiled and gave him a hug, "Thanks, James. And again, I'm sorry."
She than looked behind and noticed the clothing the queen laid out for her,
"Whose clothes are these?" she asked wide eyed, taking the crimson doublet in her hands, "These certainly aren't yours, James."
"No, I'd never wear that. Those are Lannister colors." James said turning around to stare at the clothes, "The queen invited me to sup with her tonight, at Maegors Holdfast." James said noticing Sansa's eyes growing wide, "Now the woman deems to dress me."
"The Queen, sent these clothes?" Sansa said astonished, "James, you must wear them."
"I will not!" James said angrily, "I won't be dressed like some, babe."
"Than what will you wear?"
"This…" James said pointing to his black robes he was wearing,
"Oh no! You can't wear that!" Sansa said standing up,
"Those clothes are…are…dirty."
James laughed as she began rummaging through his things, "There is nothing but black clothing in here!" she yelled,
"Well I'am a man of the Night's Watch and we…well…wear black."
"I know, but it looks horrible." she said running out the door, she came back with a grey doublet with black breeches…Stark colors. She placed them on James' lap,
"Here wear this. You can at least show that you're a Stark." she said smiling and he smiled back,
"Thank you, Sansa. I'll be sure to wear it." James said, "I'll tell the queen that her clothes didn't fit."
"Good," she said giggling, "Have fun, James. And one last thing,"
"What?"
Sansa darted to him and took his hands, "Will you come to father's tourney with me, Jeyne, and Arya tomorrow? Please, Please James. Father won't go."
James gave it some thought, and she began to beg, "Come with us, James. I'd really appreciate it." Sansa began to beg even more, "I know you hate tourneys, and jousting, but I'd love for you to come. Jeyne and Arya would too."
He let out a big sigh, "Fine," he said as she jumped up and down, smiling, "Thank you, James." she said kissing him on the cheek, happy as ever. She than left the room.
-x-
Sansa closed the door as he put on the clothes she gave him. He looked in the mirror and noticed his hair had grown a bit long, almost to his shoulders. It reminded him of Jon. How is he doing up at the Wall? Has he made any friends or grown up? Leaving Jon was tough for him, because James wanted to be a mentor for him. Uncle Benjen made James figure things out on his own, and provided no help for him when he first joined, but he had hoped he could be there for Jon. Alas, the gods were cruel and James was needed else where. Jon would have to do everything on his own, and perhaps it was for the best. The time passed as suddenly a knock came and it was Ser Meryn Trant, a member of the Kingsguard. He was standing there with his white cape draped on his back and he was in his gold armor, holding his helm.
"I've been sent by your grace, to escort you to her solar." he began, Meryn was a stout man with droopy eyes and a red beard. James had seen him in Winterfell, in the King's party.
"Indeed you have, Ser Meryn."James said stepping out of the solar, making their way to the Red Keep, Ser Meryn was a silent man and didn't say anything more than he needed to. Finally they arrived to Maegor's Holdfast, a massive square fortress inside the heart of the Red Keep behind walls twelve feet thick and a dry moat lined with iron spikes. It is a castle-within-a-castle. The royal apartments are in Maegor's Holdfast. And that is where Cersei was waiting for him. Finally they arrived outside her solar, as Meryn knocked on the door,
"Come in," James heard Cersei yell as Trant opened the door for James and he walked in. Cersei's solar was huge and the one in the Tower of the Hand paled in comparison. There were large chandeliers with lighted candles in the corner, and huge drapes in the bag that covered a very large window. The door was under a big arch, and in front of the window was a set table, already with food. Myrcella and Tommen had already taken their seats, and turned around to see James. Cersei was sitting across from them, and she stood up to greet him; calling him over. She was wearing an ivory dress, that had all kinds of embroidery on it that run up and down; they looked like flowers. Her hair was let down, just as James liked it; she was wearing a golden tiara with red rubies and a necklace that matched. James walked over and said hello to the prince and princess as he took his seat at the head of the table, two servants came out and served roasted duck in a honey glaze, with carrots and potatoes. Cersei seemed upset,
"I see you aren't wearing the clothes, I chose." she said as she cut her food,
"It did not fit, your grace." James said chewing and swallowing a piece of duck, "They were too small for me."
"Ahh, of course they were." Cersei said looking at him, as if she knew the truth,
The majority of the dinner was spent listening to Myrcella and Tommen talk about their day, or what events they were excited for. Myrcella was especially looking forward to the Tourney, as was Tommen; who was a sweet lad. The other half of the supper, James talked about his duty's on the Wall and what was beyond it. Both the Baratheon children were wide eyed as he told stories of wildlings and white walkers. Cersei sat there sipping wine, smiling as he recounted the stories to her children. By the end, Tommen seemed scared and James stopped. The final course came out and they all ate, it. James had too much wine; his head was buzzing. For some reason, Cersei, could tell and she ordered the children to bed, and they obliged. One of Cersei's handmaiden's escorted them out the door, when it was just James and Cersei, sitting at the dinner table,
"Finally, we are alone." she said reaching out and grabbing for his hand,
"Indeed, Cersei." James said smiling back at her. Cersei Lannister, to him had become an enigma. He had heard stories of her cruelty, ambitiousness, and narcissism from his father. But around James she did not show it, and he was becoming infatuated with her, slowly but surely. However, he was always walking on eggshells around her, she was still the Queen and was still married to Robert Baratheon. He felt like she had a hidden agenda, and planned to expose it. The only way he could was to seduce her…again. Suddenly, Cersei got out of a chair and stood before him; hand extended,
"Follow me," she said and James took her hand,
She lead him outside the solar and down the hall. Maegor's Holdfast had pretty narrow halls as suddenly they were outside what looked like her chambers and she opened the door; and it was her chambers. A big bed was to the right when you walked in, big enough for two. A large window was to the left and had tan curtains with a small table below it. Rafter's held candles placed in each corner that made the room dimly lit. Cersei walked him in and closed the door behind him, locking it. Suddenly, and without warning, she threw him on the bed, frantically removing his tunic and then his breeches. James had been hoping to seduce her with words, or at least let his looks do the talking, but apparently; he didn't have to and his looks had worked. By now she was kissing him and he kept speechless, saying nothing, not even offering any resistance. Cersei began stroking him in between kisses,
"I can tell you still want me," she purred in his ear, "And I want you,"
She began to nibble on his ear, "I love it when your gaze linger's down here," Cersei whispered as she grabbed his hands and placed them on her chest, "And, it's funny when you think I'am not looking," she continued to kiss him, "You're such a handsome man," as she grabbed his right hand and put it between her sex, she was drenched.
"I'm glad your not fighting it this time," James began to kiss her on the neck as well,
When finally he was completely naked in front of her she backed off, and stood in front of him. She began to remove her dress and smallclothes, until she was naked. James groaned, her large breasts making him hard. Cersei smiled and pounced on him like the lioness she was, taking him down like he was her prey. She placed him inside of her and began riding him, as if it was her last day on this Earth. Soon the walls of her chambers echoed with the sound of her moaning and his grunts as they continued, sweat was trickling down Cersei's chest, and he reached up to grab her breasts. She moaned even more, than he flipped her over and laid her down on the bed; dutifully pumping away. Having his way with her, he'd kiss her in the mouth and neck, Cersei was loving it. "Oh yes, James. That's it….so good. Harder…Like that, Yes." He didn't expect himself to last this long, but he felt himself getting close until without warning he spilled inside her, crying out her name hoarsely and she yelled, reaching her climax. She smiled and he rolled off her to the side, both were panting heavily.
"Wow," was all she said, "Bravo, James." he smiled and turned towards her, and she was staring at him, green eyes looking into his grey ones, she grabbed his cheek,
"You look like such a Stark." she said playing with his hair, "I remember seeing your uncle Brandon at the Tourney of Harrenhal, all those years ago."
"Do you?" James asked laying on his side to stare at her, and her at him, "Oh yes, I was there with my father and Jaime. Have you heard about the story?"
"Yes," James smiled, "But I'd like to hear it again,"
And so Cersei began to describe the Tourney to James, she described how lavish it was and how it was the greatest tourney of the time, and when Jaime was sworn into the Kingsguard by Gerold Hightower. She went into detail about Brandon, as he was a formidable lancer until he fell to Rhaegar Targaryen. Then she began talking about Rhaegar. James listened as she described him as being a very handsome man with silver hair and deep lilac eyes, who seemed unstoppable that day. James had never given thought to Rhaegar Targaryen. He often heard stories from people who knew him, and he was described as honorable, intelligent, and could play the harp very well. Even though he kidnapped Lyanna; Ned did not hate him, in fact, he had nothing but good things to say about Rhaegar. James thought the same, only Robert considered him a monster. Finally Cersei got to the end of the story when James noticed a change in her demeanor,
"And finally when Rhaegar won it all, it was time for him to choose his Queen of Love and Beauty," she began as she looked away from James and towards the ceiling,
"Most people thought he'd choose his wife, Elia Martell. But they were wrong." Cersei let out a huge sigh, "And then he placed the crown on the lap of, Lyanna Stark," she flipped over to her side facing away from James, "And the rest is history," she sighed again, "I was supposed to be betrothed to Rhaegar. I was quite infatuated with him."
Than she turned around to face James, and he began to get out of the bed, "Cersei, as much as I have enjoyed this night, I really must be going." He flipped open the covers and began to put on his breeches when she grabbed his hand,
"Stay a little longer," Cersei said, "I'm often alone, and could use your company " she sat up on the bed, naked as her name day, "Come, sit. Just a little longer," she tapped the bed with her hand,
James couldn't resist, he sat next to her as she began to kiss him again. He found himself making love to her again, as they finished and he rolled off her; James found himself in a familiar spot. Women was his weak spot and always had been: it began with Ros. James would often find enjoyment in making women blush and smile; even as a child in Winterfell he would find it pleasing when he made a servant girl smile just by looking at her, it gave him a rush. Often times he'd do anything to please a girl, and that was his weakness, it was no different with Cersei. She had him under some spell, and he couldn't shake it off; he was like some sort of trained dog, heeding the commands of it's master. Cersei was laying down next to him, quiet as a mouse, her naked chest rising and falling with every breath. The moonlight shone upon her hair and James couldn't help but appreciate her beauty. For the first time he realized, just how dangerous this woman was, she used sex as her weapon of choice; and he found himself becoming infatuated with her. He could do her no harm.
She rolled over and began to play with his hair again, in silence. As if they were having some staring contest, like the ones he'd have with Arya. These thought's brought him back to his childhood and Winterfell, he turned away from Cersei,
"What's wrong?" she asked, pressing herself against him from behind, her head locking onto his shoulder, "You seem tense,"
"Nothing," James said facing back to her, "Just thinking, is all."
"About what?" she asked,
"Home," James replied solemnly, she stroked his cheek, "Tell me about the North, and growing up in Winterfell,"
"What would you like to hear?"
"Tell me, everything."
He began to tell her stories of growing up in Winterfell, and how it was being the eldest son of Eddard Stark. James was opening up to this woman that he hardly knew. Cersei just laid there listening intently, as if all she cared about was right now, and he appreciated that. For the first time he heard her laugh as he told her the story of how Robb, Jon, and James put a dead rabbit in Sansa's bed; her screams heard around Winterfell. Soon he arrived to the moment where he took the black, but he hesitated to tell her why.
"And so, I took the black." James said, he frowned, "My father was furious, and resented me for it,"
"I was supposed to be his heir, and up to that point I was groomed for leadership. Much like my uncle Brandon was. But-" James hesitated to continue, but she seemed intrigued.
"-But what?" she asked,
"Oh, it's nothing." James said ruefully, turning on his back; looking at the ceiling,
"No, tell me." Cersei said, "Tell me, why you joined. I've always wondered since I saw you at Winterfell,"
"I can't," James began, "I just can't…"
She looked at him hard, and he could tell, "It's nothing against you," he took in a breath, "You see, I've never shared with anyone why I joined. Not even my siblings know, and I've never told them."
"And why is that?"
"Because I'm ashamed to,"
"Why?"
"Well….because,"
James sprang out of bed, and began putting his clothes on. Cersei sat up on the bed, with a quizzical look on her face. "I'm sorry if I offended you, don't be mad at me."
"It's not you," James said fastening on his doublet, "It's me," he gave a frown and she grabbed his hand putting on a robe,
"Look, come to my chambers tomorrow night after I leave the feast," she stood before him holding his hands, it reminded him of Ros, "It'll just be us, Robert will be too drunk and he won't bother me tomorrow night,"
"Sure," James said, she smiled and kissed him once more, "Thank you for this night, James Stark."
"The pleasure was all mine, Cersei." he smiled and made his way out the door towards the Tower of the Hand.
-x-
It was dark out and James stared at the stars as he walked from Maegor's Holdfast to the Tower, when he arrived nobody was up, and they were all asleep. James quietly made his way to his room and opened the door, releasing a big sigh when he lite a candle. He turned around to face the bed when he saw a hooded man sitting on it, by the looks of it he was a plump. James immediately drew his dagger as the hooded man stood up and waived his hands,
"There is no need for that," he said waiving his hands violently, "Put away the dagger, I mean you no harm."
The mysterious figure removed the hood, he was plump, completely bald and effeminate. James immediately recognized him as Varys the Spider, the Master of Whisperer's. He knew who Varys was and understood why most people were distrustful of him. Varys had a certain way of finding things out through a network of spies he referred to as his "little birds." Eddard spoke of him once or twice, and how one could never trust a eunuch. Varys was a eunuch, and it was well known throughout the realm. Ned also spoke of how the man always smelled of lavender oil, and liked to wear comfortable clothing, fine silks in outrageous color. It is said he was so quite when he walked that you never heard him coming. However now he looked like he was dressed like a fishermen, with boiled leather and a hood. James knew to tread with caution, he didn't trust the spider,
"Why are you here, Lord Varys?" James said dagger in hand,
"I'm only here to talk," Varys responded squeamishly, "Just please, put away the dagger, and allow me to speak,"
James put the dagger in it's sheath, "Very well," said Varys, "Here have a seat, I'd like to talk to you about something,"
He pulled out the chair by the desk and took a seat, as James walked around the room lighting candles, eyeing Varys with intent. The eunuch smiled as he noticed James demeanor; finally he took the seat opposite of Varys as he began to talk,
"I trust you enjoyed your dinner with the Queen," he began and James was speechless, the shock must've been plain on his face because Varys smiled from ear to ear, "How do you-"
"-Oh, my little birds are everywhere, Lord Stark." Varys crossed his arms, "Even in the Tower of the Hand, and in the North," he rubbed his bald head,
"I've know about your coming to King's Landing for awhile now," Varys said, "Recruiting work, is it? Certainly that is what you're here for, correct?"
"Yes," James said angrily, How did the Spider know?, "Oh the joys of being a Stark, having dinner with the Queen." he smiled, "And in her solar too! Certainly she must like you,"
James grew nervous, Does he know? No, No, how can he…, James felt himself growing impatient now, "Enough of these games, Lord Varys." he spat, "Tell me why you are here. I'm sure it isn't just to say hello,"
Varys laughed, "No, No although I do enjoy your company at this moment. I'm afraid I'm here to help you with different matters,"
"Help me with what? Recruiting?", James said sarcastically,
Varys scoffed, "Oh spare me, James. We all know you aren't here for that, but it's what you were sent here for." he leaned forward, staring at him deviously, "You are here to help your father," he leaned even closer, "Oh yes, I know. You fear for him," James kept silent, "Let's face it, Lord Eddard Stark is an honorable man, and this game of thrones isn't meant for honorable people. Surely, he can easily get himself killed."
"Tell me, more." James demanded, as Varys leaned back in his chair, fiddling with his fingers, "Ahh yes, there we are. Well truth be told, there is a lot of animosity between your father and Cersei. She fears him, James."
"And why is that?"
"Because she fears he may come to know the truth, just like Jon Arryn,"
James leaned in closer, fists coiled, "The truth of what?"
"Are you so blind, Lord Stark?" Varys sighed, "Surely you're a smart man. I know about what happened to your brother in Winterfell, and I know he didn't fall, just as much as you do."
James was curious now and he had to find out more, "Yes, he was pushed by Jaime Lannister. He saw him and Cersei together, I know that too,"
Varys giggled, "So you don't know? Well James, if you know the second half surely by now you have deduced that all the Queen's children are in fact Jaime's…not Robert's."
James wasn't surprised, in the back of his mind he'd know that was the case, and seeing Gendry yesterday had reaffirmed it,
"I've had a feeling that was the case about her children, and that news does not come as a surprise. But I have a feeling that's not all you're here for,"
"Oh so you have known," said Varys, "Well then, why haven't you told your father?"
"Because, I know he is a man of honor." James sighed, "I don't want him to do something rash,"
"Sooner or later he will find out," Varys said in a whisper, "And I'm afraid, it will be to late."
James got angry, "Did you come here to gossip, Lord Varys?", his voice raised even higher, "Why are you here?"
"To give you this," he said shoving his hands into his pockets. Varys removed a giant scroll from his hand, and placed it on the table, it was a map.
"What is this?" James asked, "Some sort of map?"
Varys smiled again, "Not just any map," he said smoothing out the paper, "It is a map showing all the secrets of the Red Keep. The secret tunnels Maegor the Cruel had built for the royal family; all those years ago,"
James stood up and grabbed a candle, shining the light upon the map. It was an old map that showed in detail an outline of the Red Keep, thick red lines were painted across it showing the different tunnels that connected each tower to another, and some to even outside the Red Keep: James was stunned.
"Why are you giving me this?" he demanded as him and Varys stood side by side; looking at the map,
"Because…in the event you should need it in the coming weeks, I'd want you to have it."
"What's going to happen in the coming weeks?"
"Oh nothing, James. If your father plays his cards right, he should be just fine." Varys looked at him intently, showing no smile, "However, I want you to tell nobody of this," he began,
"Nobody but us, knows about this map; and I'd like to keep it that away." Varys said making his way towards the door when James grabbed him by the arm forcefully,
"Why are you doing this?" he said angrily, "Why are you putting these thoughts in my head?"
"Because, if it's to late for your father….it might not be too late for your sisters, think about them, my Lord." he said removing himself from James's grip as he bowed and exited the door,
James was in shock as he returned to the map on the table and rolled it up in a small roll, making sure not to tear it. He removed his clothes and laid in bed, thinking about the conversation that had just transpired. Sure, the new's of Cersei's children had come to no surprise, but it's Varys's warning's that made him, uneasy. James couldn't trust everything that he had said, but in his mind he knew he was right. Telling his father tomorrow would be a mistake, and it would lead him to do something rash. He had to let him figure it out on his own, and then James could give him his advice and knowledge. All he hoped is that it wasn't too late. Feeling not tired, James got up and opened the map again, he studied it for hours when he fell asleep.
-x-
There was a sudden knock on the door, as James rose up from the table; still groggy from sleep. He noticed the map had stuck to his face, and he slowly removed it. The following night was still fresh in his mind, from Cersei to Varys, and it wasn't something he would easily forget. James ran to the door and opened it, Sansa, Jeyne, Arya, and Septa Mordane were standing there; when he remembered about the tourney.
"Ready to go?" Sansa asked as James noticed Jeyne was blushing harder than usual, he looked down and noticed he was wearing no shirt, and smallclothes to cover his manhood.
"Oh, yes the tourney!" he exclaimed, closing the door to cover himself, "Yes, give me just a minute and I'll get dressed, quickly."
James quickly put on his finest Night's Watch clothing, and rolled the map into a tiny scroll, placing it in his pocket, as he opened the door. Sansa frowned, "Please, Please, Please don't wear that." she exclaimed, "You'll embarrass me,"
"Sansa, the whole realm knows I'm a man of the Night's Watch," James said, "Really, I have to be wearing this, yesterday was an exception."
"Ok, fine, but we're late and should be going,"
"Not before I've had some breakfast," James said as he walked through them sitting down at the table, he ordered some porridge with honey and some wine,
"If I'am to die of boredom…" he said pouring wine, "I'll shall do so, full…and drunk," He gulped down one cup and poured himself another. Arya laughed and Sansa scoffed as they took their seats across from him, watching him eat.
"Well hurry up," Sansa said, gesturing for him to pick up his pace, "Sweet sister, we are already late, what's another ten minutes?"
Sansa rolled her eyes and placed her head against her hand, as he ate. When finally he was done, and felt his cheeks flushed from the wine and they finally departed. The Tourney of the Hand, as the people were calling it, was a tourney held for Ned. It was meant to celebrate his father's appointment as Hand of the King, but Ned viewed it as an extravagance and a waste of money. The crown was already six million in debt, and he wanted nothing to do with it; but the King always gets what he wants. After being escorted by some of his father's guards to the tourney grounds, they took their seat in the stands; sitting next to the high lords and near the King and Queen. James sat between Sansa and Arya, while Jeyne sat on Sansa's right and Septa Mordane was next to Jeyne. James looked over and saw Robert sitting high on the royal dais already visibly drunk, a horn of wine in his hand. Joffrey sat below him with Tommen and Myrcella beside him, his sworn shield Sandor Clegane stood behind him and Cersei was next to Robert in a gown of gold with her hair up in a southern style. She spotted James and smiled at him, he smiled back. Sansa took notice when she tugged on his sleeve,
"What was that about?" she asked, James looked at her, "Oh, nothing Sansa. The Queen was saying hello to me, that's all."
"Ok," she said, "I wanted to ask how supper went last night?"
"Yeah, me too." he heard Arya say, when Jeyne leaned in to listen,
"It went fine, she was nice and all," James smiled, "A fine host,"
"Ok, good." Sansa said when she turned forward facing the Tourney field,
The field was all ready to go, as the divider in the middle was raised for the Joust. Two pavilions faced each other on either end, with all the southern lords in attendance. All the banner's of the Houses that represented each knight were lined up along the outlines of the field, and tent's were gathered by the stands, where the knights were preparing. James was growing bored as he heard Robert Baratheon drunkenly yell,
"Begin the bloody joust, before I piss myself!" he said staggering to his feet and sitting back down again, James noticed Cersei roll her eyes in contempt and walk out of her seat, leaving the Tourney. The Joust began as James watched each rider come and go. Since he was a child he found jousting boring, and only practiced at it because it was expected of him. He only favored sword fighting and archery; believing it was more practical being good at that in the real world. James was a fine horsemen and an alright lancer. Time past as knight unseated another knight and finally the Kingslayer rode up, in his golden armor and Lannister Lion helm. James felt himself grow mad, his fists coiled and Sansa felt him tighten.
"What's wrong?" she asked, "James, your hands are tight as a knot,"
James relaxed his hands and turned to her, "Sorry Sansa, I'am just bored of this is all. Get's tideous after a while."
"I love it," said Arya, "It's so exciting,"
James laughed and mussed her hair as she smiled at him. Septa Mordane began to scold him for messing up Arya's hair, but he ignored her. Jaime unseated Barristan the Bold and Lord Bryce Caron as suddenly a man sat in between Sansa and Jeyne. It was Petyr Baelish. Littlefinger, as he was called was a short man of slender build, with handsome features, he has gray-green eyes, a small pointed beard on his chin, and threads of grey running throughout his dark hair. He was fostered by James's grandfather Lord Hoster Tully of Riverrun at a young age. He befriended of all of his children, and fell in love with Catelyn. She never spoke of Littlefinger, but when she did it was in contempt. Catelyn told him the story of how he got the nickname, given to him by James' uncle Edmure, it was to mock Baelish's families modest holdings. Petyr extended a hand to James,
"Ahh, James Stark. Finally we meet," he said with a devilish grin, "I've heard so much about you,"
"And I you, Lord Baelish." James said smiling, "I understand you knew my uncle Brandon, well,"
"Quite well, actually." Littlefinger said, "I still hold a token of his asteem," he pointed to his chest, and James knew he was referring to the scar Brandon had given him when Petyr was foolish enough to duel him over Catelyn's hand.
"You look a lot like him,"
"So I've heard,"
Littlefinger than laughed and began to watch the Tourney before he turned to Sansa and began to talk to her. James ignored him but heard him explain the story of how the Hound got his scars. He looked over at Sansa and saw she was listening intently, looking quite frightened herself. As the story was over, the final joust of the day was up as Ser Hugh of the Vale was up facing Ser Gregor Clegane, The Mountain. The joust began as both made a pass, neither of them unhorsing the other. James felt Sansa clench his arm, as they were about to make another pass, this time however one lance hit it's target as the Mountain's lance splintered off and landed in Ser Hugh's neck. The knight fell to the ground as his mare began to kick wildly, he was spitting blood from his mouth, and a huge chunk of lance was stuck in his neck. James stood up shocked, as did everyone else. Sansa was screaming and Arya stared, horrified. Jeyne Poole began to cry and she was escorted away by Septa Mordane. James watched as the life fled from Ser Hugh and he died right on the field. Two squire's ran out to the field and dragged his body away as everyone sat down.
The tourney was finally done when Sansa, Arya, and James made their way to the feast that was being held. Robert Baratheon was quite fond of his feasts, and James heard they were often extravagant. And so they were, as when they arrived it had already begun. Three large tables were laid out, and one table facing them, up on a dais. Robert sat there with Cersei and their children, as James noticed Joffrey smile at his sister and call her over. Sansa was blushing as she walked over and sat by him, giggling. James took a seat with Arya and the rest of the household guard at the table to the back. Jester's and musicians were playing as James ate his dinner, making conversation with Arya; talking about the day. Jeyne had not returned and Ned was nowhere to be found. Suddenly, a commotion happened up at the royal dais as Robert flew from his chair roaring,
"You don't tell me what to do, woman!" he yelled at Cersei, his finger pointing at her, "I'm the King, and I can participate in the melee if I want to!" he roared once more before Jaime Lannister came by trying to calm him down, Robert pushed him away like a rag doll, and the Kingslayer tumbled to the floor, James and Arya laughed.
"I can still beat you to a bloody pulp Kingslayer, you remember that." Robert yelled before storming off, James looked over and saw that Cersei was quite distraught as Jaime went over to calm her down. She got up and left, James knew he would visit her again tonight, as she wanted him too. James looked over and saw Sansa smiling, as Joffrey was feeding her lemon cakes. He felt the wolfsblood boiling, and just went back to eating. Arya must've noticed it too, because she gave James a look of disgust.
Finally, when the feast was over, and James was drunk; he escorted his sister's back to the solar, and they went to sleep. James went back to his room and changed into his nightclothes, wearing a hood for concealment. He snuck out of the solar and made his way to Maegor's Holdfast at night, waiting for it to be dark. The worst part was he couldn't use a candle to light the way, so it made the journey even harder. But he recounted his steps from when Ser Meryn had led him yesterday.
He arrived at Cersei's chambers and knocked the door. She opened them and was dressed in her nightclothes as well, her eyes were red and James could tell she had been crying. Cersei smiled at him,
"Come in," she smiled, "I'm glad you made it,"
James stepped in and removed the cloak, "I'm sorry for what happened with, Robert."
Cersei waived a hand in the air, "That's nothing, he's done worse. He'll pout about it, but he won't actually compete."
Cersei took him by the hand again and they sat on her bed, she removed his nightclothes. "He always embarrasses me," Cersei said, "I'm just a ghost to him, it's your Aunt he loves." she looked up to James, "And I've just been living in her shadow for the past seventeen years,"
James coddled her, as she placed her head on his chest, "You're a beautiful women, has anyone ever told you that?" she looked up at him and smiled before kissing him. Than James ripped off her nightclothes and gently fondled her large breasts, when finally he laid her down on the bed. And when he entered her, she screamed so loud he thought Baelor the Blessed would be able to hear in his tomb. When finally they were done, and they laid down next to each other James spoke,
"I want to hear about your childhood, now." he said, "Tell me about Casterly Rock, I've heard it's a beautiful place," Cersei smiled at him,
"It is." she took a deep breath, "Fine, alright. I'll tell you about the Rock."
This time James listened as Cersei described growing up as the eldest daughter to Tywin Lannister, by mere minutes. She even told him about her lady mother, Joanna Lannister. Lady Joanna had died giving birth to Tyrion, and by all accounts was Tywin's better half. Cersei, told him about when she died, and her hatred for Tyrion; blaming her mother's death on him, and she couldn't forgive him for that. Than finally she got to, Jaime. Cersei spoke highly of him, and told him about how at a young age, nobody in the castle could tell them apart. In the back of James's mind he thought constantly about the incest, but wouldn't reveal it to Cersei. When finally it was over and James got out of bed, putting back on his nightclothes when Cersei shot up and pulled him back down, she sat behind him on the bed; whispering into his ear,
"If you want these nightly escapades to continue," she purred, "You'll have to do something for me,"
James turned his head back to look at her, "And what is that?"
"Well," she said tracing his chest with her fingers and finally she began to play with his manhood, "I need you to do me a favor,"
"What kind?" asked James as he arched his head back at the pleasure,
"Well, I need you to tell me about what your father's up to," she whispered into his ear, when James stood there silent, and bolted up from the bed to look down at her. Finally she had revealed her true intentions to him, the one's he knew existed. She had never lusted him or honestly liked him, she was just using him.
"You mistake me, your grace," James said, "You honestly think I'd betray my father, for this." He asked when Cersei rose from the bed naked,
"I thought you liked me?" she asked, trying to seduce him again, "You do like this, don't you?" she than kissed him fully on the lips, letting him feel tongue,
"Yes," James said, retracting from the kiss, "But not at the cost of my honor and betraying my father,"
"Honor," she spat at him angrily, "Honor…you make me laugh. Why you bloody little fool. Why'd you think I took you that time at Winterfell? Did you honestly believe it was only because you are handsome? No, you fool, it was because I needed to tame you, so you can tell me everything about what your father would be up to down here in King's Landing. Seeing as you had no honor, I figured you would, but I was wrong. I forgot you were a Stark and a man of the Night's Watch what kind've honor could you possibly have left?"
James felt himself get so angry, but he refrained from saying anything that could jeopardize him. He made for the door and opened it; not before looking back at Cersei one last time, who was still standing there naked with her arm's crossed, however she looked sad. Perhaps at first she didn't have feelings for him, but she had grown to in time. James gave her a frown and walked out the door, slamming it shut. He made his way back to his room, and when he opened the door; flung a candle against the wall and laid on his bed. Letting the sleep take over him, and with his final thought he thought of Lyanna's promise.
Protect them, James.
AN: Ok so, surprise. I guess. I found the time to publish this chapter this weekend, although I had thought it would've taken me more time. Anyway, I'll update soon, probably by monday or tuesday.
