I don't own anything accept Jason.
"Now that he's dead, why don't you tell me how in the bloody seven did this cunt steal from the Kingdom! From me!" Robert Baratheon growled, blue eyes glaring at Jon Arryn.
The old man seemed to gulp before he sighed. "I…I took pity on the boy, Lysa wouldn't shut up about him. How he was her friend-
"He was fucking your wife wasn't he?" Robert said as calmed down.
"So it seems," Jon muttered. "I don't think the babe is mine."
"That's been happening a lot around here hasn't it," Robert chuckled. The large now muscular man left his Warhammer on the floor next the severed head before he walked over to his seat at the head of the table. "How do we fix this Jon, I don't want my son to inherit a kingdom with nothing in it. To have to carry my sins for the rest of his life. I'd rather he be a fat King who drowns himself in whores and wine rather than a skinny little twig barely holding onto his kingdom!"
"I…I don't know," Jon said, the man now looking his age as he stumbled over to the nearest seat. "We could ask-
"No," Robert said firmly. "I'd rather die than go to the old lion."
"Honestly dear boy, that is the only solution I can think of." The Hand said. "This isn't something we can solve in one sitting."
"Fine, I'll go on a spar then a hunt. That seems to clear my head." Robert said as Jon looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "What, you doubt your king? Once I get my blood pumping I come up with the best of ideas!"
"Of course," Jon muttered. "Moving on from the crippling debt we have, I believe we should look into the rest of the small council."
"I trust my brothers with my life," Robert said, tone now serious. "The rest of the council I cannot speak for them, come to think of it who is even on the council."
"Well, our master of whispers comes directly from the Targaryens." Jon said with a thoughtful look on his aged face. "Come to think of it he of all people should've known about little finger."
"You think he turned a blind eye to Little fingers treason?"
"Perhaps he might still be a Targaryen loyalist. We still don't know where the last Targaryens are yet." Jon reason as Robert sighed.
"We…we should hold off on that, we seem to have far bigger problems." Robert said as Jon stared at the King with a shocked face. "Don't give me that look."
Jon coughed in his hand. "Yes, I'll have to look into this more." He said.
"What of the Maester?"
"Suprisingly he has been doing his job, with you injuring most of the Kingsguard in spars." Jon said as Robert smiled in pride. "He is old but effective."
"Oh birds of a feather ey!" Robert laughed as Jon stared at him with a blank face. "See, the joke is that you're both old-
"I'm retiring as Hand soon,"
"Is…is this because of the joke, because I'm not taking it back."
"No dear boy, I'm old. Things I should have seen coming have passed right under my nose. If I had been a good Hand I might have stopped this mess we are in." Jon Arryn said as he sighed deeply. The old man leaned back in his chair, tired.
"I see," was all Robert said.
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"Cersei talk to me damn it!" Jaime Lannister growled. Green eyes glaring at his twin.
"As you can see, I'm very busy," Cersei replied in a blank tone. Her hands slowly mixing the white dough.
"Busy what? Making meat pies?!"
The two were currently in the Royal kitchens, where Cersei had ordered everyone to leave so she could practice cooking.
"I'm practicing to see if I can get them right." Cersei said, the Queen didn't even bother to turn to her brother.
Which pissed him off.
"Why are you acting like this? You've been so distant! I don't even remember the last time we were intimate!" Jaime ranted.
"Jaime it's done, we are done." Cersei said firmly.
"Is…is this because fatty found out that Joffrey isn't his? You're sacred of him-
"Of course I am!" Cersei threw the dough down and turned to her twin. "You weren't there when he cornered me! Our last born is dead! Joffrey is gone and our daughter…she's being raised by him! The only reason you're still alive is because he doesn't know that you're the father. That you're the man that cucked him! If he ever found-
"He won't, he never will!" Jaime put his hands on her shoulders in a comforting manner. "Cersei I miss you, I miss us!"
"Jaime we can't, it's done. We are done!" Cersei said as she shrugged off his hands. "I love you, but you're only alive by sheer dumb luck and I'm alive because of my beloved son."
"I remember when he wasn't so beloved," Jaime muttered.
"Yes and I have to make it up to him," Cersei turned back the dough. "His favorite meal is a meat pie, hopefully when he comes home I can make them for him."
Jaime gritted his teeth at this. "This is all the fatty's fault, he made you like this. Made you a coward." He sneered.
"Yes, but cowards live to fight another day." Cersei replied without even looking at him. "Take you leave brother, I have better things to do."
Jaime felt his heart break at those words. "Fine then, if that's what you want." The blonde Knight spat before walking off.
Completely missing the silent tears Cersei shed.
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Jaime Lannister made his way towards the Training yard where his target was.
"Come on you cunts, who thinks they can take me!"
Jaime couldn't help but spit on the ground as he made his way towards Robert's laughing form. "I will!" He yelled. The fatty had taken everything from him, his first born, his daughter, killed his unborn and most of all he broke Cersei. "I'd like to test my iron against yours…my king."
"Oh the Kingslayer!" Robert said with a shitty grin.
I'll show you kingslayer.
"I couldn't help but notice you grew a big head fighting rookies. Knights who haven't even seen war before." Jaime said as Robert frowned.
"Seems someone pissed in your breakfast, kingslayer." Robert said as he folded his arms. "Maybe cool down before we-
"Oh, you sacred? Didn't know the King was a cunt!" Jaime smirked as Robert's face morphed into one of fury.
"Fuck it," Robert shrugged as grabbed the Warhammer he had discarded. "Let's do this then Kingslayer."
"With pleasure!" Jaime sneered as brandished his sword. Accidents happen, after all everyone knows fatty loves fighting drunk-
The blonde Lannister swung his sword, intending to cut down the fatty. Only for his attack to be back handed away.
"Wha-"
"In my prime I cut down Rhaegar Targaryen." Robert Baratheon glared down at Jaime. "In your prime stabbed an old man in the back."
Jaime stared at Robert with wide eyes, he tried going in for an attack only to be punched so hard in the face he was sent flying back.
Jaime stared at the approaching form of Robert Baratheon, the last thoughts in his head as Robert swung his hammer.
Since when did fatty become Daddy!
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Jason Baratheon
"Ellaria Sand, my prince." The beautiful woman introduced herself. She held out her hand and I took it in mine. Placing a soft kiss on the back of her hand.
"You can call me Jason when we are alone like this," I said as the Dornish woman smirked.
"Oh, are you implying that we will have more alone time like this?" Ellaria Sand teased.
"I would hope so," I said as I smirked. "Having a private conversation with a beautiful person such as yourself, is a dream come true for me."
"You flatter me, Prince Jason." Ellaria chuckled. "It's nice to talk with someone in private like this."
"I agree,"
"I'm standing right here," Oberyn said from the side but was completely ignored.
"I hear voices, I didn't know you had ghosts in Dorne." Ellaria was holding back a laugh.
"We have a few floating around," She said with a teasing smirk.
"Damn Baratheon prince with his stupid arrogant face!" Oberyn pouted.
"If you're interested, we can go to a private place where we can freely indulge ourselves." She asked, before turning to Oberyn. "Without any ghost to disturb us."
"Lead the way," I said as she wrapped her arm around mine and we began walking away.
"My own Paramour, stolen away from me by a half Lannister." Oberyn shook his head and followed after.
Ellaria led me to a lavish room that had a large open balcony with a great view. Her soft hands turned my head from the view of the night sky to her. She bit her lip before she pulled me down for a kiss. Ellaria's full lips melded against mine, her mouth soft and eager as she moaned against my lips. Her hands, quick and strong, fumbled downwards and began to undo my pants, while mine soon found their way onto her bikini top? That's literally all she wore.
"You started without me," Oberyn entered the room, a smile on his face as he began taking off his tunic.
Ellaria separated from me before her lips went to my neck. My pants had already fallen to the ground, making everyone gasp.
"Nice cuck," Oberyn said, looking impressed as he took off his pants.
"Yeaah I'm drunk but I'm not that drunk," I said as the prince of Dorne frowned.
"Fine, can I at least watch?"
"Sure," I said with a shrug. I'm fucking the guy's wife, the least I could do is let him watch cause I got manners and shit.
Oberyn shrugged with a smile before he walked his naked ass over to…a chair in the corner of the room. Took a seat and began watching intently.
I stepped out of my pants as Ellaria's hand went to my erection and grasped it. I gasped and pulled her in for another kiss. My hands went to her breasts. I squeezed her tits while we made out, feeling her firm nipples poking through her top as she began moaning and writhing against me. The need to see her breasts brought a primal side to me, one that couldn't be fought easily, and was enough to make me break the kiss.
"Mmm, you're good with your hands my prince." Ellaria purred, toying with the knot at the front of her bikini.
Silently, I nodded. She grinned, undoing the knot and freeing her massive, perfect tits for me. Her nipples stood out rock-hard and begging to be sucked on, and... well, I wasn't one to pass up opportunities like that. And so I ducked down, kissing and licking and suckling at Ellaria's tits, making her moans take on a higher, more desperate tone as we furiously grabbed at each other.
Her hand slowly trailed up and down my shaft, cupping the thick head and running her thumb over it until she could coax out a bead of precum. My lips still wrapped around one of her nipples, I hissed as she began to spread that precum around, that bead soon becoming a steady flow at her instruction as she began to expertly jack my cock. She was good at this... very good at this, so good it was taking a lot of restraint to not just let loose here and now. Ellaria really knew how to work a cock, and if I did nothing but sit right here, sucking on her tit and letting her jack me off, it would only be a matter of minutes before she had me cumming.
We wouldn't have that now, would we?
With a free hand, I reached down to her lacy panties that barely covered her pussy. There was a distinct, moist heat coming from behind them, and the Dornish woman moaned quite lustily at the slightest contact that I made. I let her nipple pop from my mouth and grinned up at her as I pushed her panties to the side and began to finger her hot, needy pussy.
"T-the bed!" She gasped. I maneuvered us over to the large bed, where I gently threw her. Ellaria Sand giggled slightly as climbed up and crawled over to her.
My lips went back to hers as my finger found her cunt once more. Ellaria moaned in the kiss and writhed her hips against my fingers. I had become quite familiar with how to make a pussy feel good. I explored her outer folds, running light yet firm circles over her clit for a while, before delving deeper and fucking two fingers in and out of her impressively tight cunt, before pulling out and repeating the process again.
Her hand went to my hard cock and began jerking it. Her hand gently smeared my cock head with the pre leaking from it before she began applying it all over. Now her hands were slippery and soft. The perfect combination.
It was now a mini contest to see who would break first.
Oh god..." Ellaria mewled, whining and looking at me with such beautifully needy eyes. "...if you keep doing that, I'm going to cum…"
She lost. Looks like playing around with Lannister girls paid off.
"You want that?" I asked, grunting as I did absolutely everything I could to put off my own orgasm.
She bit her lip in consideration, then shook her head. "I need you inside of me when I cum. Please, my prince?"
The way she looked, beneath me. Biting her lip in that sexy way while she looked up at me with those big brown eyes. She didn't have to flutter her eyelashes with such a sweet desire to fuck the life out of me to convince me, but it didn't hurt her case either.
I pulled my fingers from her pussy, and she let go of my cock
Ellaria got up and pushed me down. She tried to at least, I ended in a sitting position, with my back resting against the headboard of the bed. Ellaria managed to swing one of her long, shapely legs over mine and climb on top of me. She pulled her panties to the side. I was granted a view of her pussy lips, so pink and wet, framed by her nearly untamed bush. The scent of her arousal filled the room, intoxicating and enough to drive me wild.
"You're so fucking beautiful..." I groaned as she leaned into me, gliding her pussy lips up and down my shaft.
"I know," Ellaria smirked smugly, running her fingers down my defined chest and abs. "I could say the same for you, my prince."
Reaching between her legs, Ellaria grabs my cock, guiding it toward her pussy. "Plus this massive beast makes you even more attractive." She groaned as she rubbed my cockhead against her lips. She was so wet... so fucking hot... I needed her at this moment and I was well past the point where only a tease would suffice.
I hissed sharply as the head popped inside of her tight cunt, a sound that was soon drowned out by her loud moan. Ellaria looked down at me with such want, such hunger, and began to lower herself slowly onto my cock.
Nothing could have held me back from feasting at this point. I leaned in, suckling at her nipples with my hands planted firmly on her ass, squeezing and massaging her as she continued her agonizingly sweet descent down my cock, pleasure flowing through my body as I filled her impressively tight pussy a little at a time. Her moans, her high whines and sharp intakes of air became a symphony to my ears as I continued to ravenously devour her tits.
Finally, she was seated on my lap completely, every inch of my cock buried deeply within me. Briefly there was silence, the only sounds filling the room were her ragged breathing, and the sound of my mouth on her tits. Even this was stopped by Ellaria when she pushed my head away from her chest, looking me in the eye as we took in this moment.
Fuck, Oberyn's wife (Paramour) was beautiful.
she leaned in and kissed me, throwing her arms around me to hold me close to her. It was a long, lingering kiss that brought out a warmth deep inside of me, one that only got hotter as her pussy muscles began to squeeze and massage my cock. She held me there like this for quite a while, savoring this special heated intimacy the two of us shared, enjoying the feel of me being buried deep inside of her... but soon, she began to writhe in my lap. With the most impressively practiced skill, she rocked her hips, slowly bouncing up and down on my cock while building to a pace that I knew would get hot sooner rather than later.
Oh fuck, oh fuck, I love this big cock!" Ellaria said, leaning into my face and making sure I had a mouth filled with tit. I grunted, squeezing her ass and helping her fuck me, making sure she was nice and full while I eagerly sucked at her tits
"Wow you guys are intense!" Oberyn laughed from the corner.
Damn, I forgot he was there.
Ellaria laughed, leaning down to kiss me before speaking. "I can't help it, this big fat royal cock is doing things to me."
"You know it," I grunted, smacking her ass and making her moan appreciatively.
"Are you jealous, Oberyn?" Ellaria moaned, riding me while smiling at him with a mischievous grin.
"Kinda of," He says that but his hand speeds up jacking his cock.
"Oh, maybe I prefer this prince?" she replied.
My cock twitched when she said.
Ellaria noticed cause she smirked and kissed me. "Does the thought of stealing your fellow prince's Paramour excite you, my lord?"
Cheeky bitch.
I smacked her ass extra hard for this one, the sharp sound echoing through the room and making her cry out in mixed pain and ecstasy.
"That it does..." I grunted, feeling my balls start to swell. "Fuck... you keep going like this, you're gonna make me cum."
Ellaria Sand laughed, riding me even harder. "It excites me as well, for you to steal me away and make me Queen of the Seven Kingdoms! Come on, cum for me Jason! Let me have that big cock's cum.. make me cum... come on, keep fucking me, keep fucking me, harder, harder, like that, make me cum, make me cum, fuck, I'm almost there, keep going, keep going, FUCK, MOTHERFUCKER, I'M CUMMING! I'M CUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMING!"
Apparently Ellaria was vocal when she came. So was Oberyn.
Her gushing pussy clamped down on me, milking my cock as she wrapped her arms around me, shuddering and shaking violently with her own orgasm. I held her close, but with the bliss of her exquisite orgasm massaging my cock well past the edge of what I could handle, I couldn't hold back any longer. I thrust deep inside of her, cumming and cumming hard, filling her clutching pussy with what felt like a pent-up gallon of cum.
Our bodies alight with pleasure, we writhed against one another for a good, long while, holding each other close and catching our breaths as we tried to hold onto this moment for some time. I looked into her beautiful eyes, grinning at the way her cum-addled state made her smile in a pleasantly goofy way.
I couldn't help myself but lean in and kiss her, to which she kissed me back eagerly. This first kiss was fiery, followed by shorter, more tender kisses.
Soon Ellaria rolled off me. Her pussy gushing with my thick cum as she fell to the side of the bed, panting.
"Give me a moment, I haven't had one that big before." She said, getting a "Hey!" From Oberyn. "My cunt is on fire!"
"Perhaps I should come and help," Oberyn chuckled as he got up and walked over to the bed. He climbed up to the bed before going to Ellaria's spread legs and began eating her out. My cum included.
Huh, Dorne really was different.
When in Dorne, I suppose…
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Last night was great and honestly I can get used to living here. I'd fucked Ellaria some more. Heck I was so into it I even let Oberyn give me a handjob, as homies do. To be perfectly clear I had a woman's foot in my mouth while it happened so it's not sus.
Also it's never happening again.
Speaking of Oberyn, he'd fucked off after we were done, leaving me to cuddle with his wife. What a cool dude.
"My prince~
Speaking of the lovely woman, she walked up behind me and wrapped her arms around my naked form, pressing her equally naked form into me.
"Last night was amazing," Ellaria said as she kissed my neck and leaned into me.
"You're welcome," I said smugly.
"That Lannister humbleness," the Dornish woman chuckled.
"I got it from my mother, or so I've been told." I said as Ellaria leaned back and turned me around. Our lips met in a soft kiss before she spoke.
"Come let us go take a bath," Ellaria said as she pulled me along.
"Oh, you don't like the stink of a king on you?" I said with a laugh as Ellaria gave me a blank look.
"Again, your mother's humbleness never surprises."
After a blowjob in a large pool of water full of nice smelling oils and rose petals. I was led back to the room which was now my room. Where we broke our fast, with Ellaria dressing me in a red long sleeve tunic, some black pants and some Sandals.
I was then led to the training yard where a shirtless Oberyn was beating the shit out of some of the Lannister banner men I had come with.
"So glad my prince could make it," Oberyn said with a smirk as he twirled his wooden blunt spear. "Maybe you can show us lowly Dornish how a Lannister fights?"
That's bait, word to Tom Hardy.
But I'll indulge him. "Why not, you swine need to be taught a lesson." I said with the smuggest smirk I could master. I pulled up my sleeves and made my way towards him. "Someone bring us practice swords!"
"Oh, afraid of my spear?" Oberyn chuckled as he handed his to one of the surrounding Dornish bannermen.
"We both know mine is bigger." I retorted.
"But do you have the skill to use it like I do?" He fired back with his own smirk.
"Would you two just fight already!"
Oberyn and I turned to the only female among us. She was glaring at us, dressed in basically the same clothes I was dressed in. Her long hair tied in a knot.
"Well daughter, would you rather fight him instead?" Oberyn had a smirk on his face as he looked between me and his daughter. The fucker was definitely planning something.
"I would gladly fight him if it means I don't have to listen to your childish banter!"
"That's you daughter?" I turned to Oberyn and the man laughed.
"One of them," He said as his daughter stomped her way towards us. "Though she is on the shy side so if she oversteps don't take it personally."
"Don't talk about me like I'm not here!" Said daughter growled before she turned to me. "I am Obara Sand and I formally challenge you!"
"Now, now sweet daughter of mine, I know you're shy but you can't just walk up to royalty and challenge them like this. It is considered disrespectful." The Red Viper said, the same playful smirk on his face. "You have to wager something."
Obara looked at her father with a frown. "I've never heard of this."
"Well you've never fought the crown prince of Westeros."
"...what exactly am I wagering and what is he wagering?" Obara asked and I couldn't help but think she just fell for a trap.
"Well Prince Jason Baratheon, is the crown prince like I said. The fact that you're even standing in his presence is a big honor!" Oberyn said, only for his eyes to darken. "Especially for a woman."
Obara's eyes widened before she turned to me and glared.
…I can't believe this.
"You see, where he comes, they don't let women fight. They look down on them, and I bet you five gold coins he is looking down on you! Just look at him!"
Obara narrowed her eyes on me. I give her a smile to put her at ease. After all, we are all pawns in Oberyn's ga-
"I see it! That smug look of superiority!" Obara sneered, blue eyes glaring at me.
Seriously?! This is just my face!
"So daughter, what do you wager? What do you have that is worthy of the crowned prince of the realm?" Oberyn asked as Obara looked for.
The butch looking woman closed her eyes for a moment before she opened them. There was conviction behind those eyes.
"Jason Baratheon," She growled. Oh wow on a no title basis already. "I offer my body as tribute!"
I really wanted to face palm…
"I accept," I said with a sigh. "Let's get this over with."
"I can tell by the face you're making you think I'm not worth the time!" Obara grunted out. "Don't worry your pretty little face, it'll be over soon."
Why is everyone putting words in my mouth!
"B-bring them wooden swords!" Oberyn ordered, the damn bastard was holding back a laugh.
A Dornish young man quickly ran over to us, went down on one knee and held the wooden swords up. Obara and I each picked a sword and the guy quickly got up and ran off.
"We don't have to do this," Yeah we don't. "My fight is with Oberyn."
"You still look down on me even now!" Obara growled as she got into a stance.
Damn it, this is Oberyn's fault.
"Damn you Oberyn," I muttered as I got into my own stance. Making sure to hold my sword with two hands.
"So you curse my father because you don't wish to fight a woman?!" Obara yelled, before she charged.
Oberyn was openly laughing now.
I brought my sword up in time to block her attack. Rather than pull back, Obara applied more pressure and I simply moved my sword to the side. Making her stumble forward due to the momentum and leaving her open.
My sword was pointed at her exposed neck and boy oh boy did she look pissed.
"Again!" Obara barked as she got back into position.
I sighed as she rushed me, she swung her sword and I parried. Obara had learned her lesson and didn't lock blades with me, rather she always pulled back and attacked. She swung high, she swung low, mid? I parried like I was playing a souls game.
"Fight back!" Obara yelled as she thrust her sword forward with one hand. Oh look an opening. In an instant I raised my arm and trapped her thrust under my right shoulder before I placed the edge of my wooden sword at her wrist and began spinning out. Applying a pressure full of pain to her wrist that forced her to let go of her sword.
"Are we done?" I asked, her sword now in my hand as I offered it back to her.
Obara backhanded it away before she got into a stance, her fist raised.
Oh for fucks sake-
I threw my sword away and faced the woman with my bare came at me with a right hook that I dodged, then a left that I had to block. She got a hit in by punching me in my exposed stomach. Obara seemed to delay for a second, I think she assumed I would have doubled over. Whatever she was thinking I didn't care. My hand surged forward and grabbed her by the neck. I squeezed making her choked before my leg went behind hers and I pushed her forward. Tripping her.
But I wasn't done yet!
So get this, while she was falling I maneuvered myself into position slightly behind her, got down on one knee while my other knee was raised. Obara's upper back landed on my knee, she screamed so hard there was no sound.
I let her roll to the ground as I got up. Ah shit, I got Sand all over me. I hate sand, its rough-
"You Lannisters have a flair for the dramatics I swear." Oberyn approached as he shook his in amusement. "Plus that Baratheon brutality, it makes for a very effective combination."
"I'm glad I could entertain you," I said as Obara was helped off the ground. "Where can I get my portrait painted, I need to send one to King's Landing."
"What about our fight?" Oberyn whined as I turned and began walking off.
"You play shit games, you win shit prizes." I said without looking back. "Now let's go find Ellaria and have my Portrait taken."
"Ellaria? Why?" Oberyn asked as he followed.
"Oh you'll see, you'll all see."
Oberyn, Ellaria and I, along with some of our bannermen rode on horse back to the nearest settlement, Planky Town. It took a few, but eventually we made it to a town that was literally on the river. I got to find out it's called Planky Town because they literally built streets made of wood over the mouth of the river Greenblood. To be fair the river is shallow, so even if the houses, shops, halls, poleboats, barges, and merchant ships,that were all lashed together by hempen rope. Suddenly sunk, nothing bad would happen.
We were welcomed with open smiles, probably because of Oberyn. The town was busy with merchants and people all going about their day.
"You said you wanted a portrait done of yourself," Ellaria said as she led us through the market and into a specific shop. "But I don't know why you want me here."
"Oh that's simple, I want you in the portrait."
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Jon Arryn walked over to the king, a walking cane in hand. These days it was getting harder and harder to move. In his free hand were a bunch of large thick rolled up parchments.
The Hand made his way into the small council room where the King was seated at the head of the table. Robert seemed to be focused on a large map of Westeros. Some parchments on the side. And not a sign of drink in site.
It made Jon smile seeing Robert grow into the King the Seven needed.
"I have brought letters, your grace." Jon announced as he made his way over to Robert, waving off the Kingsguard that offered to help.
"Read it to me," Robert didn't take his eyes off his work.
"It's from the crowned-
"Give it here!" Robert's look of focus was gone and replaced with one of genuine happiness.
"I didn't know you were this excited to here from Prince Joffrey." Jon chuckled at the glare he got."I jest,"
"I will backhand you into an early grave old man!" Robert glared as he grabbed the parchments and separated them.
Jon ignored the threat and glanced at what Robert was working on. It seemed the king was writing down notes?
I forgot I taught him how to read and write…
Jon's slightly shaky hands lifted the parchments Robert was taking notes on. He ignored the shitty handwriting and focused on what Robert was writing.
"Are you interested in poultry, your grace?" Jon asked as he stared at the notes.
Chickens, ducks, turkeys and geese. Would produce good and easy food. Meat and eggs.
"Oh that yeah, found some land, fifty leagues from here, near some little dirt town called Tumbleton." Robert said as he read his smaller parchment. "It seems things have gone well in Dorne-
Robert was in the process of opening up the bigger parchment only to freeze for a moment before he burst out laughing.
Jon had checked the contents of the letters from the prince beforehand so knew why Robert was laughing his arse off.
"He really is my son hahaha!" Robert had tears in his eyes as he held up the portrait of Prince Jason Baratheon.
It was Jason Baratheon, a smirk on his face. He seemed to be standing behind a beautiful woman, their bodies pressed against each other and his hands on her breasts. The woman had a look of ecstasy on her face, one of her hands had gone back and was playing with the prince's hair while her other hand seemed to be positioned like it was sliding down to her clothed crotch.
Under the painting were the words-
I get more bitches than you, you fat fuck! #Deathbyboar!
Jk I love you and send my regards to everyone over there.
"What do you think he meant by death by boar?" Jon asked.
"I assume it's a Dornish thing," Robert waved off. "Look at the size of those tits he's hold! They barely fit in his hands!"
Jon shook his head in amusement, like father like son. The Hand then turned to one of the Kingsguard. "Send for Varys please, his services are needed in the small council." He said as the Knight bowed and quickly left. "Apart from the portrait, the young Prince has also sent over some sound advice."
"Yes, he said 'King's Landing smells like shit, have Tyrion Lannister come and find a solution. He's done it before." Robert said with a chuckle. "Guess I'll order the old lion to bring whoever this Tyrion Lannister is."
"He's your brother in law…"
"What?"
"The Dwarf,"
"Oohh, I completely forgot that Cersei has another brother." Robert said as the doors to the small council opened and Varys was led in by one of the kingsguard.
"Your grace, Lord hand," Varys greeted with a bow as he made his way into the room. "You called for me?"
"Yes, we have need of our master of whispers." Jon said as Robert shifted where he stood.
Varys, who had stood near the door, slowly made his way over to the table. "Well I would be honored-
"Kingsguard on your knees!" Robert yelled as he stood up, everyone in the room was confused by the order. With all the Kingsguard kneeling down-
Aaand Robert threw the Warhammer he had discreetly gotten from under the table. Varys' eyes seemed to widen before he was decapitated by the flying metal. The Warhammer hit the door just near where one of the Kingsguard was, thankfully the Knight who was on his knees had dived out of the way.
"Nice reflexes Kingsguard!" Robert said with a laugh.
Jon Arryn just gave a sigh.
"People like him can't be allowed to open their mouths, it's better to be done with. Shit stains like him can talk their way out of anything!" Robert said as Jon thought about it for a moment.
"I suppose so," Jon muttered. "Fine I'll look into why the prince recommended Tyrion Lannister."
"And I will write back to my beloved boy and tell him my duck and chicken plan!"
"Please call it poultry…"
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Jon Arry made his way to where the would be Queen of the Seven Kingdoms was. She was with Ser Jaime, tending to his wounds. The man had been beaten so badly he went into a deep sleep and has been out for a few days.
"You grace, may I come in?" Jon walked into the infirmary where Jaime was laid to rest on one of the beds with Cersei at his bedside.
"Of course lord Hand, I couldn't stop you even if I wanted." Cersei said bitterly. Her green eyes glaring up at him. "What is it you want Lord Hand, come to gloat and make fun of the Lannisters?"
"No your grace, I simply came to give some advice."
At this Cersei chuckled. "Go ahead then, no one is going to stop you."
"I know you think you're alone in the Red Keep, that everyone is against you." Jon said as Cersei let out a bitter laugh.
"Am I not?" She retorted.
"It may seem like it but there is one, one you haven't reached out to." The Hand said as Cersei looked at him with a frown.
"Who? Who is this person that I can count on to be on my side when every single one of you is against me!" Cersei yelled as she stood to her feet.
"You son, Jason." Jon said as Cersei froze, eyes wide as she stared at him.
"W-what?" The Lannister woman stammered.
"The crowned prince has been sending letters back and forth with the king for years now. He did mention he wanted to make amends with you. But the poor prince doesn't know how, you know how children are." Jon…Jon was bullshiting. "He has no one to tell him how to reach out to you, his mother. The king makes it a point to never bring you up in his messages.
"Bastard, of course he would." Cersei grumbled.
"But if you send your own letters, maybe your word can reach out to him. After all there is no stronger bond than that of a mother and her son." Jon said as tears fell from Cersei's eyes. "I'm willing to sneak your letters in with Robert's."
"W-why, what do you gain from this?" Cersei asked suspiciously.
"There are troubling times ahead of us, Jason needs his mother. One who can help him play and win the game." Jon Arryn said firmly.
"I…what would I even write?" Cersei asked nervously.
"Just pour your heart out, start from there and let things naturally progress." Jon Arryn said as Cersei wiped the tears away.
"I will," Cersei nodded, she had a determined look on her face.
"Glad to hear, I will take my leave now. Make sure to have your letter written in two days. Robert is impatient when it comes to such things." With that, Jon Arryn walked out of the room.
The old man let out a sigh of relief as walked the halls of the keep. Robert beating down Jaime Lannister was bad. While eye witnesses claim Jaime was the one that started it, it was still…
The Lannisters are a powerful house. It would be extremely easy for them to have Robert assassinated. Heck Cersei could have easily poisoned him, the damned Lions were snakes in disguise. Hopefully having one of them on the crown's side would be beneficial in the long run. Plus, the crown had no money and Lannisters shit gold.
Jon Arryn had completely lied and bullshitted Cersei. And it was all for the good of the castle.
Jon Arryn suddenly coughed, the old man brought his hand up instinctively to cover his mouth. The cough was painful and brutal. Jon brought his hand up and there was blood on his palm.
My time draws nearer