Chapter 6: A Lioness's Prey and a Bear's Lament (1/2)

Cersei Lannister:

"Certainly, you will not allow them to get away with this attack." The Queen was sitting down on the table on her father's solar.

"No." It was Tywin's reply.

Five days have passed since the Queen's brothers left for the Crag. And two days they received a message saying that the Ironborn were indeed hiding in Tarbeck Hall. According to the letter written by her dwarf brother. Jaime led an assault with Lord Westerling's man.

The letter said that Tommen was saved but Jaime was gravely injured. Apparently he lost his left hand, broke his right arm and a few ribs. But he survived.

Tommen was apparently was starved and was dehydrated when he was found.

Jaime was in no condition for traveling, so he will remain there until he is fit enough to go.

But currently, they had a different problem.

"Your brother shall be arriving with Tommen in a few hours." Tywin spoke. "He will be bringing the corpse of Jorah Mormont with him."

"Why is he bringing the corpse of that filthy Northmen here?" The Queen asked in confusion.

"I sent a message to Bear Island, it's new ruler shall arrive in a few days." Tywin started to explain. "I also sent a message to King's landing, your husband and his hand shall be arriving as well."

And I was having such a pleasant time without that buffoon. Cersei thought bitterly. "But to what purpose?"

"We shall discuss about the consequences of what occurred." Tywin replied before starting to write a letter. "House Mormont and House Drumm committed crimes against House Lannister that shall not go unpunished." He spoke with a cold and calculating voice.

"But, House Drumm is pretty much extinct now, so who will pay for their actions?" Cersei asked her father.

"That is not your concern, although there's something I need you to give your son." Tywin replied as he stood up.

The Queen was deeply annoyed by her father's refusal to inform her of the consequences of the two houses that had the nerve to attack her family. But she was curious on what exactly did her father wanted her to give her beloved son.

She observed as her father walked towards the table on the left and grabbed an wooden box. What is that? The Queen asked herself as she watched.

It was an unremarkable retangular wooden box, it looked long enough to a sword or something with similar size.

Her father put the chest on top of his table. "Your uncle Gerion haven't given up on his foolish pursuit. He's currently in Pentos, trying to find people foolish enough to follow him." Her father explained.

"Searching for our House's Valyrian steel sword is hardly a foolish persuit father," Cersei couldn't help but comment.

"That sword has been gone for a long time and it's unlikely it will ever show up again." Her father was quick to reply. "But luckily, we might have ourselves a new one."

The Queen made a confused expression. "How so?"

"Apparently, when your brother was found by Lord Westerling's man, he was laying on a pool of blood which belonged to him, an Ironborn and the late Lord of Bear Island." Tywin explained as he sat down. "Both the Ironborn and the Northmen had a Valyrian steel blade pierced on them."

The Queen listened closely as her father explained everything.

"The Sword that killed Jorah Mormont, was the Mormont's Valyrian steel sword. But the sword that killed the Ironborn was House Drumm's blade." Tywin kept on explaining and the Queen was starting to understand where her father was going.

"You will be taking the sword for our family. " Cersei pointed out.

"Precisely." Tywin looked pleased.

Good, finally father took care of this problem. The most powerful family in the kingdoms, not possesing a Valyrian steel sword is outrageous. The Queen thought, pleased at the information.

"The most ironic part in all of this, the blade originally belonged to House Reyne." Tywin leaned back on his chair. "Who would know that they would finally repay their debts to our house, years after I destroyed them for it."

Cersei smirked at the irony herself. She grew up hearing stories on how the Lord of Castemere, made a fool out of her grandfather and openly insulted House Lannister.

Then her attention went back to the box. "What exactly is in the box?"

Tywin opened the box. Inside of it, there was a bow. Cersei looked closer to see it. It was completely gilded in gold, with both the upper and lower limbs being heavily engraved, which accentuate the golden finish. But what stood out the most was the grip, it resembled a Lion's head, with two shinning rubies on the eyes. It's beautiful. The Queen thought.

"While on Pentos, you're uncle decided to help a Magister. I'm not exactly aware why or to what purpose, but the Magister gave him this bow as a gift." Tywin explained as he holded the bow up. "Made of Dragonbone, a rarity, but your uncle was never much of an archer. So he sent it to your son."

Such a fine weapon, will look perfect on my cub. Cersei thought proudly.

"It was a rather bland bow, so I had some work done on it." Her father explained as he put it back on the box. "We can't have the symbol of our union to the royal family carry something that doesn't project our prestige." Tywin informed her.

Raziel is a Lannister by blood, he can't go around carrying something that doesn't demonstrate his birth. Someone as perfect as my son can only have the best. The Queen thought as she stood up from her chair. "I'll take it to him right away."

The Queen picked up the box and left the room, she took a small look back and saw her father starting to write a letter.

"What is it?"

It didn't took long for the Queen to make her way to her son's chambers. The Prince was reading a book on his bed, and quickly put it aside when his mother said that she had a gift for him.

The Queen however, had a thought while on her way to his room. She thought that her buffoon of a husband will probably wanna spend time with her son. Which will leave him with less time to spend with her. She also felt frustrated by her father's refusal to include her on the matter, regarding the punishment of those lower houses.

The Frustration build itself up as she walked towards her son's chambers. Causing the Queen to make a decision upon entering.

"You'll found out soon enough." She replied as she put the box on the table, where Raziel left his book. "But first, you will do something for me." She then turned the chair close to the table and sat down on it.

The Prince made a confused face to his mother. "What is it?"

She crossed her legs and leaned on the chair before answering. "Take your clothes off."

As soon as she said that, Raziel quickly made an frightened look. "W-wh-wha-what?" He stuttered as he often did when she asked him to do that.

The Queen just smiled in response before speaking. "You heard what I said."

"Bu-but W-why?" Raziel asked confused.

He really need to improve his fake confusion, he knows perfectly why. The Queen thought as this wasn't the first time she asked him to do that. "Why don't you stop pretending to be confused, you're not fooling anyone." She spoke staring at him.

"Are you gonna make me put my hands in between your legs again?" Raziel asked, looking uncomfortable while he does it.

The Queen was quick to understand, still feeling stupid for doing such a thing while drunk. The first time was due to having too much to drink as well. We could have been caught, I need to be more careful about this. Can't let myself get so careless again. She then looked at her son, still waiting for an answer. But then, she had an idea. "No, I'm going to do something else, that you will enjoy."

Raziel looked a little confused again. "What is it?" He asked again.

The Queen smiled again. "Take off your clothes, Raziel." She ordered.

The Prince sights before finally obeying his mother. He slowly removes the white shirt that he was wearing it and putting on top of his bed. Before undoing the laces of his trousers and pulling them down.

As he does that. The Queen just sits there, smiling and gazing at him. My son is so beautiful. Cersei thought proudly as she observed her son undressing himself.

Soon enough, the boy was standing on the middle of the room, completely naked, covering himself as best as he could.

But his attempts of covering himself actually annoyed her. I hate it so much when he does that, I'm his mother, he's mine. He shouldn't cover himself in front of me. Cersei thought in complete annoyance, which Raziel seems to have noticed as he looked worried.

"Straighten up." She ordered.

"Huh?" It was the Prince's reply.

"Stop covering yourself and straighten up, now." She spoke in low but powerful voice that resembled her father's.

Her son reluctantly obeyed her and removed his hands, which were covering his little cock.

For a whole minute or two, the Queen just sat there, staring at the naked Prince. She looked at every single part of his body, like she did several times before. But she never got tired of admiring it. So beautiful, so perfect. She finally stood up from her chair and walked towards him. My son, my perfect little cub. She thought as she got closer to him.

He looked up at her with his deep blue eyes, looking a little frightened as she towers over him.

She then walked behind him, to get a good look of his naked back. His skin is so pale, so soft. Cersei then started to caress Raziel's body from behind.

"Mo-Mother?"

She softly touches his arms until arriving at his hips. As she does it, she can feel her body getting warmer. After kneeling down, the woman wrapped her arms around the boy, embracing her son tightly in order to feel to warm of his body. So warm... Without even noticing, she started to feel something in between her legs. But she ignored the feeling, and instead descended her hands into her son's manhood.

"Aah..." Raziel made a sound as she touches him down there.

She never felt like that towards anyone. Not Jaime or even Rhaegar.

"Raziel,"

"Y-Yes."

"Lay down on the bed."

The Prince obeyed without arguing, as she made it clear that it was useless. He climbed into his bed and laid there as his mother ordered.

The Queen then, proceeded to check if the door of the chambers were locked, before closing the curtains of the room. Then she climbed on top of the bed and stared into her son's eyes. "Do you trust your mother, Raziel?" Cersei asked him with a somewhat excited look on her face.

"Ummm... Yes." He replied, looking more worried than ever.

"Good boy."

The Queen gave him a quick kiss on the lips, before covering his face with kisses. But then, she descents a bit and start to kiss his neck for a bit. Before descending even more and starting to plant kisses in his chest, until she reached his belly. Until she finally descends into her son's cock. It's the same size as Jaime's, when we were children. Cersei couldn't help but compare. Jaime and I were seven as well, when we touched each other for the first time. After staring at it for a bit, she plated a soft kiss on the tip.

A sound came out of Raziel's mouth. The Queen adored the sound that he made. She proceeded and started to suck her son's small testicles. Which Raziel kept making soft moans as she did it, they were low enough so she didn't complain.

"How does it feel?" Cersei asked while looking up.

"It feels...strange? " Raziel replied while looking down at her with a confused face. Even more confused as he looked down and saw his cock, which had become stiff.

Cersei stared at it for a bit. If I was born with one,I would have been as powerful as father. She thought bitterly. Such a small thing, decides someone's fate. It kept racing through her mind as she touched her son's stiff little cock.

"Ahhhh, mother." A small moan escaped Raziel's lips.

She stroked her son's cock for a bit. I gave birth to this, but it doesn't matter that a woman is the one that brings the ones with these into the world. Cersei thought, remembering how frustrated she always was about this. I wanted to be as important and respected as father, to have the recognition that I deserve. But the damn gods decided to make her a woman and her idiotic twin the man. I could have done so many things, if I just had this. She held Raziel's cock very tight.

"AH!." Her son let out a small sound of pain.

"Shhhhh, be quiet." Cersei ordered him. She then approached her face and planted another kiss on the tip of Raziel's cock. Before she actually put it inside her mouth and started to suck her own son's cock.

"AHH-" Raziel was about to make a sound but she put her hands on his mouth to cover it. He kept in moaning as she sucked on his cock, but her hand, stopped him from being loud. Jaime was much louder when I did this for him the first time. I guess it's why we got caught. Luckily, our mother got rid of that woman before she could say anything.

Tyrion Lannister:

How could this happen? Tyrion couldn't help but think as he drank a bit of wine.

During the battle in the ruins of Tarbeck Hall. Tyrion stayed behind and pretty much drank more than he should which led him to sleep around the pigs. When he woke up the next morning, he had two things on his mind. That he hopes that he wasn't drunk enough to think one of the pigs was a ugly whore, as the pig in question was strangely affectionate towards him. And that everything turned out okay on the battle.

Unfortunately for him, he got his answer pretty quickly. Not long after the sunrise, the man returned to the Crag with both Jaime and Tommen. However, Jaime was nearly dead and Tommen looked awfully thinner than before.

Lord Westerling's Maester took care of the two. Tommen wasn't harmed, so all he needed was a very large meal and lots of water.

Jaime on the other hand, lost a lot of blood and the Maester said that it was a miracle that he survived. Jaime hasn't woken up yet.

He sent a raven to inform his Lord father of the events.

Tyrion shortly after, received a message from his father. Ordering him to take Tommen back to Casterly Rock, alongside the Northmen's corpse and the two Valyrian steel swords that were found near Jaime.

He was currently on a horse on his way home. Tommen was riding the horse with him. And he hasn't spoke since they brought him back.

"Are you hungry?" Tyrion asked.

Tommen just shake it his head in denial.

Tyrion wanted to say something to confort his nephew. As he went through something horrible but he didn't know what to say. The Maester assured him that there were no signs of abuse, which made him relieved.

As he rode down the path, Tyrion was struck by a bad memory.

"Hey! Leave the girl alone!" It was the same road that he and Jaime took. The road where he met her.

Tyrion did his best to think about something else, but the bad memories kept filling his head. "I'm going after them, you go see if she's okay."

It was all a lie, you meant well, butvI wish you didn't. He couldn't help but think.

"Umm...A-are you okay?"

"My arm hurts a little." She spoke while holding her left arm in pain

"T-there's a inn... not far from here, I can... take you there."

She looked at him with her blue eyes. "Would you?"

"Y-Yes, of course. M-my name is Tyrion."

"I'm Tysha."

Tyrion then forced himself to break out of this painful memory as he made his horse go faster in order to get away from that road. "We're nearly there, let's speed up a bit." Tyrion told the men that were escorting him and Tommen to Casterly Rock.

Raziel Baratheon:

"Let's see." Raziel spoke in delight.

The Prince was in a very good mood. After his mother stopped licking him, which strangely, Raziel did enjoy the sensation that he felt while she did it. She allowed him to see what was in the box.

Which surprisingly, was a bow made of Dragonbone that Joy's father sent it to him. He did heard that they can outrange even goldenheart bows. So Raziel had to test it out.

The grip that resembled a Lion's head, actually made it easier to aim. Raziel was actually trying to land an arrow on the tallest tower of Casterly Rock, in order to train the bow's range.

"One,Two,Three!" He shot the arrow when he said three. The arrow flew into the sky at a great distance, before descending back down and landing on the roof of the highest tower. Wow! It is truth. They did outrange goldenheart bows, as Raziel remembers a man from the Summer Isles, winning the archery competitions with one.

Raziel tried to see if the arrow got stuck on the roof or if it pieced through. He decided to go there to check it out.

Walking through the corridors of the tower after checking the arrow that did indeed, got stuck on the roof. Raziel passed through several paintings, expensive Myrish carpet and ornate doors that probably costed more than his father's wine. Actually, no, father drinks a lot if wine. Raziel correct himself.

His sworn shield was following behind him like he always did it, although Raziel was a bit annoyed by it, he understood that it was his duty.

As he walked, Raziel couldn't helped but be distracted by a certain painting. It was a painting of his late grandmother Joanna Lannister. The Prince didn't know much about her, but his mother did said that she was a great woman. She also cursed his uncle Tyrion for killing her, but Raziel was told by Maester Pycelle that woman died giving birth frequently. But he knew best not to contradict his mother.

He observed the painting, and only had one thing in his mind. She's so beautiful, I wish I met her. Both of his grandmothers died before he was born, so he always wondered what they were like.

Raziel always considered Jon Arryn as his grandfather since he his father told him that Jon was practically his father on more than one occasion. Although he would have liked to have met his father's father.

He decided to get moving, but the moment he turned to the left, he ended up bumping into someone and falling backwards.

"Watch where you going, boy." A high and thin voice spoke to him.

Raziel lifted his head to see who it was. It was a stout man with a piggy face and little pig's eyes. Wearing breastplate decorated with ornate scrollwork. By the looks of it, he was a knight. Although he was wearing a full plate armor, he wasn't wearing a helmet.

"Sorry Ser." Raziel apologized as he stood up.

"You better be." He spoke in a very rude tone. Then he looked at Sandor, who was just standing there. The man looked a bit frightened by Sandor's precense.

"Where is Lord Tywin, Clegane? He asked for me." The man asked Sandor.

"Fuck if I know, go find him yourself, Lorch." Sandor replied in pure stoicism.

But the moment that he heard Sandor callimg him Lorch, Raziel had a question. "Ummm, what is your name Ser?" Raziel tried to ask politely.

"None of your business boy." He replied rudely.

"His name is Amory Lorch." Sandor answered for him.

The moment Raziel heard that, he instantly reconized the name. He's the one that killed Dany's niece. He realized.

"You?" Raziel spoke.

"I don't have time for this, out my way." He spoke before pushing Raziel out of the way.

That itself confirmed what he asked. The moment that he started to walk away, something echoed through Raziel's mind.

"I'm gonna punish Gregor Clegane and Amory Lorch for what they did with your niece and nephew."

His promise to Daenerys, he thought about while he saw the man walking away. "Stop!" He ordered him.

The man turned around with an angry look on his face, still not knowing who he was talking to. Not that Raziel cared.

As Raziel stared at him with his blue eyes, remembering everything that he head about him. He had an idea.

"Sandor, you have to do whatever I tell you to right?" He asked the Hound in a low voice, so only he would hear.

"Yes." He spoke bluntly.

"Then... I order you to stab that man a dozen times." He ordered him with a blank face while pointing at Amory Lorch.

Sandor only raised the brow on the unscarred half of his face. Starring at the Prince's blank face.

Raziel just stared at him. "Well?"

"What the fuck do you want?!" Amory Lorch yelled.

Sandor looked at Lorch, for a second before looking back at the Prince. Then he started to walk towards Amory Lorch.

"What is it, Clegane?" He asked sounding very annoyed.

Raziel just stands there, looking as Sandor walks towards him. Is he gonna use a dagger or a sword? Raziel wondered.

In a second, Sandor was standing in front of Armory. It looked comical, how Sandor towered over him.

"What?!" He asked again.

Suddenly, Sandor grabbed him by the hair with his right hand and smashed his face into the wall hard.

Ouch, that's gotta hurt. Raziel couldn't help but think.

Sandor then, pushed him into the wall, still holding by the hair. He then starts to undo the strappings holding his armor together. Lorch is not even trying to fight back, because the blow on his head was just too hard.

A few seconds after, Sandor pulled the breastplate off him. Leaving only chainmail to protect his chest. It didn't do much in terms of protection however. As the mail seemed to be of low quality in comparison to the plate.

Amory seemed to have recovered some of his senses as he tried to make Sandor let go of his hair. But his attempts was useless as Sandor delivered a punch with his left hand which dropped Amory into the floor.

Sandor then, kneels down and puts his right knee on Amory's head. Before drawing his dagger.

"Ahh... no..." Amory tried to speak but he struggled due to pressure on his face.

It didn't matter, what he was goimg to say. Because Sandor pierced through the chainmail in full strength with his dagger. He then did it, again, and again and again.

Raziel stayed there, looking while Sandor obeys his order. It's not the first time that he saw someone getting killed, he saw people doing similar things in Tourney or executions. But it never really shocked him.

Watching the man that killed Dany's niece being stabbed to death, wasn't something to be shocked about it anyway.

The stabs continue, until Sandor pretty much made holes all over Amory's torso. He stopped after stabbing him four and forty times, if Raziel counted correctly.

Sandor finally stood up with the bloody knife still in his hand.

Raziel approached him. "Thank you." He said with a smile.

Sandor only stared at him for a bit before speaking. "I wanted to kill this fucker anyway." He replied.

"Well, I'm glad you got what you wanted too." Raziel spoke in a pleasant matter. "Can you get rid of him?" He asked.

He didn't say anything, he just walked towards and lifted his corpse off the ground, and dragging it away.

Wow, how can he carry someone so fat? Raziel wondered.

Then Raziel remembered something. Oh no, Myrcella and Joy told me to meet them the afternoon. Raziel remembered, before starting to run to meet his cousins. Pleased with himself for keeping his promise to Dany, although there's still one more to kill.

Thanks everyone for reading my story. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year for all of you.

Sorry for the long delay, my computer broke and I'm reduced to write on my phone. Which is both tedious and time consuming. All of my stories are delayed thanks to this. (Grammatical issues are probably on an all time high.)

As always, the Questions and Answers:

Q: Will Cersei travel with Raziel to every kingdom he visits?

Also this is an amazing story.

A: Thank you and No. The arrangement was that Cersei will spend her first fosterage year with him but the rest he will go by himself.

Q: I don't think you understand, but harems are very frowned upon in Westeros and no sane house would allow their daughters to be married to the same man, even if that man is the King of Westeros.

They'll rise against him, and kill him.

A: Who said that he was going to have an official harem. It's not like, he's gonna make his affairs public. And you shouldn't take what prophecy says literally, there always a hidden meaning behind it.

Q: Is this Raziel based on Legacy of Kain in personality: a righteous fiend?

A: No

Think of Raziel as a Chaotic Neutral, a hedonistic prince with a love for adventure. But he's also a pretty progressive guy with unique opinion about religion,gender roles and sexuality. With a bit of philosophical and poetic remark on the world he lives in. Someone with a Renaissance mind, in the middle ages.

Q: Wait, wait, who's is this Robb's cousin on the preview?

A: It's a surprise.