"Do you have any idea what you have done, Robert?" Jon Arryn asked seriously as he looked at Robert in the privacy of his quarters.
"I just brought peace to the whole of the Seven Kingdoms," Robert asserted confidently, defending the decisions he made for the realm. It was the best course.
"You let Tywin his son, try to bring Targaryens back into Westeros, gave the Mountain to the Martells. What are you playing at, Robert?" Jon asked sharply. He didn't want the Targaryens back. People could rally behind Viserys, and their whole rebellion would be in sudden jeopardy.
"How many Kingdoms are under the Iron Throne, Jon?" Robert asked suddenly, his eyes serious as he focused on the Lord of the Eyrie all of a sudden.
"Seven," Jon replied instantly. He didn't know what Robert wanted him to understand in this moment of inquiry.
"We have three we can count under us: Baratheons, Arryns, and Starks. Lannisters will always choose the winning side. The Reach is full of opportunistic bastards, Riverlands is a mess like always, the Iron Islands don't matter nor do they give a damn about our laws, and Dorne, well, we can't talk about it after everything," Robert said slowly, his eyes serious, as he assessed the state of allegiances in the realm for them.
"Take the Starks out. They would take too long to reach the battlefield. We may win a sudden war before they arrive with their armies here. That makes us two: Baratheons and Arryns," Robert said in strategized manner, considering the speed of mobilization and the dynamics of potential conflicts in a sudden war.
"The others will always call me an Usurper, and they are right. I did usurp the rule. However, to remove the taint of Usurper from me and my line, I would have to gain their loyalty. Dorne is going to take long, but the others are achievable. With Daenerys Targaryen marrying my son, the bloodlines will be united, and in people's eyes, the new ruler shall be worthy once again," Robert explained, he slowly outlined his vision to legitimize his rule through strategic alliances and marriages. It was a necessary step for the stability of the ruling lineage.
"And what about Viserys Targaryen?" Jon asked. He understood Robert's words. However, the main problem remained. If Viserys Targaryen rebelled, they would have no choice but to face a deadly war again.
"Normally I would have killed Viserys Targaryen on his way to ensure stability. However, it will cause problems for my son later. The Wall has a rich land around it, it's called the Gift. Jaehaerys Targaryen gave it to the Watch after his wife Alyssa Targaryen convinced him. It caused quite a grievance for the Starks and the other Northern lords."
"I plan to give the Gift back to the Starks, considering the Night's Watch has little to no labor with them. Viserys Targaryen would be given money to raise a keep for himself amidst the Starks, cold, and the prickly Northern Lords. If I hear the slightest hint of a rebellion, the Starks would have to kill their Lord. I will make it clear to Ned," Robert said with a frown, as he outlined his plan to Jon. He knew Spider wasn't listening, nor were his little children. He had already had an arrangement for him and them.
"That's actually a very nice plan. It could work greatly," Jon replied. He didn't know whether to be impressed or surprised. He hadn't seen Robert applying his mind to anything other than the three Ws: Wine, Women, and War. It was a surprising thing to see for sure.
"Aye, come with me. We have an intruder, and he's going to be dealt with now," Robert said as he got up from the chair.
Jon was confused but nodded. He was seeing Robert in a different light today. He was acting like a king, and it thrilled him. Nothing made him more proud than seeing him act so responsibly.
They emerged out of the room, and Ser Barristan followed them. He was the lone Kingsguard who remained now. There were knights with him to protect the King, however, they weren't officially in the order of the Kingsguard.
They reached the great hall where soldiers had a bound bald man in grasp. Besides him, there were little children who were looking around anxiously in fear.
"Varys!" Jon stated in shock. He recognized the bald head and flowery scent. It was their master of whispers, and he was bound and gagged.
"What's this, Robert?" Jon asked. Why was Varys bound and gagged? His state indicated something serious.
"Jarret! Report what you found," Robert asked loudly to the Baratheon guard who was standing near the children.
"Lord Varys had these children whom he used to spy on people. The tongues of these children are cut so that they won't be able to reveal anything," Jarret reported obediently, his tone instantly told how revolting he found it.
There were distasteful looks from everyone in the room. It was only the soldiers, Jon, and Robert only. Yet none was left who hadn't a serious look on their faces hearing that.
"Bess, take the children away and place them in Maegor's Holdfast. Ask the servants to feed them. Jarret, slit Lord Varys' throat. His plot against the crown has been uncovered. Execute him for treachery," Robert commanded seriously. The guards nodded immediately.
Jarret wasted no time. He took out his dagger blade and immediately slit the throat of Lord Varys before the latter could do anything.
"What treachery against the Crown?" Jon asked as he saw the Baratheon guard slit the throat of Varys. The latter was completely unable to do anything as he was killed.
"Jon, go to Varys' quarters and search everything carefully. You will find a penned letter to someone named Illyrio. Apparently, our Lord Varys is a Blackfyre spy. He has been planning all along to place a Blackfyre on the throne," Robert explained as he revealed the shocking revelation about Varys's true allegiances.
He too had been surprised at first, but then again Varys was a spy. Severus could never trust a spy even if his life depended on it. He had been the ultimate spy with loyalty not fixed to anyone. He couldn't trust any person like him in hundred lives. Not if their loyalties were uncertain like him. No sly man liked another sly man.
"There are no Blackfyres, Robert. Ser Barristan personally slew Maelys Blackfyre, who was the last of the line," Jon pointed out. He doubted about the existence of Blackfyres. But what if Robert said was true then it was a grave danger to the Crown.
"Only in the male line. Blackfyre still lived in the female line. The bastard daughter of Maelys had a child with this Illyrio. He is the last Blackfyre," Robert explained to Jon and the curious soldiers present there. He saw Varys' body finally stopped twitching. The man was finally dead. A good riddance in his opinion.
"I will go and search Varys' quarters. If it's true, then we are free of a grave danger," Jon affirmed, understanding the magnitude of the potential threat that had been lurking in the shadows.
Robert was humming a tune as he entered the bedroom. His eyes suddenly went to the curled-up figure on the bed.
"What happened, Cersei?" Robert asked curiously. He immediately knew what was causing her problem, though he didn't want to admit it from his end.
"You are sending Jaime away," Cersei accused him angrily in an instant. Her green eyes flashed angrily as she looked at the King of the Seven Kingdoms.
"I am," Robert replied, his eyes meeting hers impassively. His posture frank as he looked at her.
"Your brother's not going to be here, Cersei. Do you really think that I will allow myself to be cuckolded by your brother?" Robert asked sarcastically.
Cersei's face paled as she heard his words. She didn't think that anyone knew about it. A cold shiver ran down her spine as fear gripped her, contemplating the consequences of her secret affair with Jaime being exposed. The room seemed to close in on her, and she felt a knot tightening in her stomach.
"Don't worry. I won't punish you, but your past must remain as the past. If I learn that you cheated on me, I would make your life so hellish that death will sound like a reprieve for you," Robert warned, his tone carrying a menacing edge as he laid down the consequences for any future transgressions against him. It needed to be clear for him.
He wasn't going to be cuckolded again, that too with a man whose name was similar to James.
Cersei nodded in fear. It was a godly relief that her husband hadn't killed her on the spot. She had heard about the reports of him killing the Master of Whispers today. If the Master of Whispers could be killed for treachery, then she too could be in a sudden accident.
"Is that why you hadn't fucked me till now?" Cersei asked fearfully. She hadn't lain with her husband until now. He had made her content with his fingers and tongue.
"I will lay with you when you invite me willingly, not half-heartedly," Robert replied. He didn't want to be with her while her mind thought of another man. He didn't want to rape anyone. His conscience won't allow it.
Cersei was ashamed as she looked at him. She understood what he said and meant. She always thought of Jaime during their pleasurable moments. Somehow he always found his way into her mind.
"I have an offer, though. An offer especially for you. Something that may help you," Robert suddenly offered with a smirk. He was going to make it worthwhile, though. The girl was young and beautiful. He could have his fun for sure.
He slowly pulled down his pants revealing his underpants. He gently pulled them down too, to reveal his aching cock. It was at its full length, tight and ready for something fun. This body had a libido which Severus had never encountered. It was a pain to deal with sometimes.
"Use your mouth. You know what to do, don't you Cersei?" Robert asked with a smirk on his face. His cock jolting as he looked at her surprised face.
Cersei gulped. She knew what to do but she hadn't ever done it with something this big. He was thick and too big. His cock alone measured bigger than her face, something which she had done during their first night together.
She watched as he moved towards her, finally stopping before her. Cersei took a deep breath and looked at his expectant face. His blue eyes were trained on her expectantly with desire. A desire which made her throb too.
She licked her lips and slowly opened her mouth. Wasting no moment, she grabbed the aching head of his cock between her lips while her hands went to his ball sack. She felt his thighs tremble at her ministration.
She opened her mouth bigger and took him more into her mouth. A moan resonated from his lips which made her feel triumphant at her work. She gagged as his cock head hit the back of her throat. Slowly she pulled back, it was better to take things slow. He was all too big for her. She couldn't help but dread what he would do when he would fuck her. The thought sent her in a frenzy.
Smirking proudly, she continued to show him why she was the queen and why she deserved to be his.
