Chapter 10
Harrenhal Duongons, 301 AC
Dowager Queen Rhaella Targaryen made her way down to the Dungeons. She was guarded by Ser Oswell Whent. A young Targaryen soldier led them down to the dungeons. The dungeons had three guests as of the present.
Lord Eddard Stark, his wife Catelyn Stark, and her idiotic brother Edmure Tully. Once they headed back to Kings Landing, Lord Stark would spend the next thirty-five years in the Black Cells and then be sent to the Wall if he still lived.
Lady Stark, for crimes against Rhaella's grandson Jacaerys, was being sent to the Silent Sisters. Edmure Tully was awaiting trial for the attempted murder of Jacaerys.
They came to a stop at the cell containing Lady Stark. Oh, how the mighty had fallen. House Tully had spectacularly fallen from grace. The only decent members of House Tully were Ser Brynden Tully and Jon Arryn's Lady Wife Lysa.
Rhaella, at the time, had doubts that the marriage between Jon Arryn and Lysa Tully would have lasted. It seemed the marriage had stood the test of time. They had three healthy children. The Future Lord of Eyrie and Lord Paramount of the Vale Robert also known as Robin Arryn.
He was a fine young man; he was squiring for Andar Royce while at the tournament. Besides Robin, Jon Arryn, and Lysa had another son, Jaspar, who was just shy of being ten-name days old, and little Minisa, who just turned five names days old a moon earlier.
"My how the mighty have fallen, Lady Stark. Enjoy your surroundings for now. We'll be leaving for Kings Landing in a few days. When we arrive, you will be given to the Silent Sisters. You will have a lifetime of silence and penance for what you did to a defenseless little boy.
A motherless boy. You could not even be kind to him. Oh no, you had to abuse and starve a boy. My grandson. For the mere crime of being born. Tell me, did you know he wasn't Eddard Bastard's son?" Rhaella questioned.
"No, I didn't know."
"Would it have made any difference if you had?" Catelyn Stark had nothing and stayed silent. "And they say silence is deafening."
Catelyn continued to say nothing, barely even looking in Rhaella's direction.
"My son would have well been within his rights to strip House Stark of Winterfell and Wardenship of North. Just for what Eddard had done. Do you know why he didn't?" Rhaella asked the hateful woman.
Catelyn still said nothing.
"He didn't because of the love my grandson bore his cousins. Your Children. How is it that they turned out to be such decent people when their parents are anything but?" Rhaella asked.
"That boy bears no love for my children; all he wants is Winterfell."
"Oh, you have to be the most delusional person I have ever met, Catelyn. Jacaerys doesn't, nor has he ever wanted Winterfell. All he ever wanted was a family. A family that was denied to him by your husband after he stole from Lyanna's dying breast and you abused and starved him.
But he got the last laugh, didn't he? You tried to break him, but you failed. He went off into the world and made a life for himself. Jacaerys has a family now: a loving wife and two beautiful sons.
I suppose you haven't heard. Rhaegar stripped House Tully of its lands and titles. It seems fitting that lands and titles once belonged to your family. It seems fitting for the land and titles that once belonged to your family to go to the boy you hated. Jacaerys is now Lord of Riverrun and Warden of the Riverlands."
Rhaella paused before continuing. "You and your brother really are your father's children. Tell me, did you know what he did? Sending Brandon Stark to his death in King's Landing at the mercy of my husband. All because Brandon was going to break off the betrothal and marry Ashara Dayne."
"Of course, I knew. I was the one who told him."
"And the letters Lyanna left saying she wouldn't marry Robert Baratheon and was marrying my son and Elia. Did you know of these letters or that your father destroyed them?" Rhaella questioned.
"No, I knew nothing of these letters. Edmure will take back what is ours."
"Oh, Catelyn Your brother is to be put on trial tomorrow. And when he is found guilty, he will be sent to Castle Black to take the black. Your family line will die with your Uncle Brynden, as he has never married nor does he desire to, from what I understand. Enjoy your stay." Rhaella turned on her heels and walked away, with Ser Oswell trailing behind her.
Robb's Pov.
Robb downed the last of his mug of ale. He stood up from the head Northern Table. Making his way through the crowds, he made his way up to the high table. He wanted to speak with the King about something.
"Lord Stark, what can I help you with?" The King turned his attention to Robb as he approached the High Table.
"Your grace, I would like your permission to see my father."
"You have no need to ask for my permission. Ser Barristan, could you escort Lord Stark to the dungeons to see his father?"Rhaegar asked the older knight.
"Of course, your grace. Lord Stark, if you will follow me."
Robb followed the elder Kingsguardsmen to the dungeon. A Targaryen soldier met them at the bottom of the stairs, showing them to Eddard Stark's cell.
"Lord Stark, you got a visitor," the soldier called.
"Robb" His father stepped into the light.
"May I have privacy to talk to my father?" Both Ser Barristan and the Targaryen soldier moved away, allowing the Father and Son to speak in private.
"Robb, how are your siblings? Are they well?"
"They are well considering all that has happened." Robb paused for a moment or two before asking, "Why did you do it, Father? Why did you take Jacaerys from Aunt Lyanna as she lay dying after giving birth to him?"
"I promised to take care of him. I took him to be with real family."
"But you didn't take care of him. Did you, father? You allowed his mother to abuse and starve him. You raise him as a bastard, taking him from his real family. Those years you stole from him being with his real family, he'll never get back. So why did you do it?" Robb asked again.
"I did for Lya."
"Father, you didn't do this for Aunt Lyanna; you did this for yourself out of petty revenge on King Rhaegar for killing Robert Baratheon. But I think it was more than that. You blame him, the King, for Aunt Lyanna dying. What happened to Uncle Brandon and Grandfather Rickard?
Their deaths lay on the shoulders of Aerys Targaryen and Grandfather Hoster. Not the King. You blamed Aunt Lyanna for their deaths, didn't you? Because she didn't do her duty and marry Robert Baratheon, she didn't love and could never love. Is that why you stole him out of spite?
You never loved Jacaerys, did you? You hated him—the walking, talking reminder of the man you blamed for destroying your family. You blamed him for killing your sister and bringing him into the world, didn't you?" Robb questioned his father.
"I loved him."
"You never loved him. If you had, you never would have allowed Mother to abuse and starve, yet you did nothing. Your silence speaks volumes and says all I need to know. Robb shook his head, turning to walk away.
"Robb, can you speak with Jon? I want to speak with him."
"See, you can't even say the name that Aunt Lyanna gave him. I don't see what good it will do. You've made your bed, Father; now you'll have to lie in it." Robb walked away.
Jon's Pov.
The last feast of the tournament lasted well into the night. Dany and I retired to our own rooms. Checking on the boys on our way. Ghost and Shadow lay in the boys room in front of the fire.
Two sets of eyes looked up as the door opened. Seeing that it was Daenerys and me, the two direwolves went back to sleep.
I lay back in bed as Dany changed out of her dress. "You need a hand back there," I call to where she was changing behind the changing screen.
"No, because the dress would end in tatters as you can't keep your hands to yourself, husband'
"Aye, and what's wrong with that? I bought you a new dress," I call back.
"Have you given much thought to what you will do now?"
"That I'm Lord of Riverrun and Warden of the Riverlands, you mean? I asked.
"Yes. Rhaegar no doubt has plans for us to go back with him to King's Landing for you to be introduced to Court."
"Aye. That will have to wait; I had plans of my own," I say, looking up at the ceiling.
"And those beings."
"We go north with Robb and my cousins. I want to see Uncle Benjen, who introduced you and the boys to him. Then head for Essos. Catch with Greyworm, organize to bring him and the rest of the men back, I say as Dany comes back out from behind the changing screen. "No need for the robe sweetheart I've seen it all before."
"Close your eyes."
"What. What for?" I asked.
"Just close them."
"Alright fine" I closed my eyes like I had been instructed.
"You can open them now." Opening my eyes, I licked my lips at the sight that greeted me as I opened my eyes. Dany was as naked as the day she'd been born.
"That's why I had closed my eyes. Cause you wanted to take your robe off. I could have done it myself if you asked," I say cheekily.
Dany threw her robe at me. I caught it springing forward. I grabbed her around the waist, dragging her onto the bed.
We playfully wrestled with each other. I was on top. Dany's hands were pinned above her head. "I love you, Dany."
"I love you too, Jace," Dany replied as I kissed her.
Dany managed to free her hands from my grasp. She rolled over, so she was on top this time. She worked her way down my chest. I lifted my hips as she removed my pants. My hard cock slapped against my stomach as it escaped the confines of my pants.
She took my cock in her hands, and Dany took as much of it as she could into her mouth. She ran her hand along the shaft of my cock, fondling my balls with her other hands.
I tried to think of anything to prolong this and not cum down her throat just yet. The bloody vixen looked at me with those sinful purple eyes of hers as she ran her tongue around the head of my cock.
I came with a grunt.
"Gods woman. Are you trying to kill me?" I said as I was trying to catch my breath.
Dany just chuckled, lying beside me. "As that's all you have, old man,"
"Old man, I am only a few moons older than you, dearest aunt." I turned my head to look at her.
"Yes, that's still old."
"Oh, are you going to pay for that?" I smiled dangerously.
"And what are you going to do, Jacaerys?" Dany challenged me.
I merely smile, still rolling her over onto her back. "Now what are you going to do? I say, pinning her down again.
"What are you going to do, old man? You're not too old to get it up again, are you, dear husband?"
"Does that feel like I'm too old to get it again, Daenerys? I say, my hard cock resting against her inner thigh.
"Why don't you prove it, Jacaerys?"
"Oh woman, you are about to eat those words." I smiled down at her dangerously.