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Chapter 7

Kingslanding

Contessa rode on her horse with armor as she used a blanket wrapped around her son, Richard close to her body.

She the regent queen has returned from battle with victory.

The whole city heard of their beloved queen's victory in Lannisport. To show their love and loyalty, they came out to give her a great cheer for their beloved queen.

Flowers were thrown on the streets and petals fluttered around the wind that danced around her party.

The faiths bowed and waved to their queen.

"Congratulations, my queen!"

"Look, mother, she holds a baby!"

"I heard we have another prince."

"The Sevens truly blessed the queen."

They shout out their congratulations to the new prince.

Richard looked fussy but he deemed them not enough to disturb his nap.

Many of them were inspired that she would leave to defend her homeland with her army. She had common folks to help lead her army to victory.

Contessa looked ahead as she saw her people's happiness which should be her greatest pleasure as queen.

"Perhaps, I should have entered my city quietly." She whispers to herself.

She never thought she would be the center of the Seven Kingdom's attention.

For as long as she could remember she was often overshadowed by her young brother and sister, Jaime who was the most daring boy, and Cersei the most beautiful woman in all the kingdom.

Contessa looked down to her side. She saw two children the eldest a girl and her little brother who they awe at her presence.

Contessa smiled at them and she gave a little wave which they laughed and jumped up and down to wave her back.

Now here she is the queen who will be the mother to her people.

"Richard," She whispers to him as he looks around calmly. "This is your people, and you will do me proud to become a black lion. A black lion who can roar his enemies away."

She came to the front of her castle and gathered her courtiers, councilman, and her children all eager to greet their mother and new baby brother.

Contessa smiled, "I will protect my legacy."

Iron islands

Robert Baratheon first of his name well…you get his titles. He thought nothing surprised him, but boy was he wrong.

His wife, Queen Consort Contessa sent him a rather large gift.

The cage has a very hungry and aggressive lion still prowling around in its cage along with their Greyjoy captive.

Victorian Greyjoy looked exhausted with his filth and torn clothes, and his sweating made him look mad in fear.

She had written him a letter.

"My king, you are victorious in driving the Ironborns away from your beloved wife's homeland. Your people cried out your name as they see now you are the true king of the Seven Kingdoms as the Gods both old and new had deemed you fit for the throne. For they do not give your people the courage to fight for their homelands and your name, but the joy of the victories in Lannisport was that they blessed us with a prince.

His name is Prince Richard Baratheon, the Lionheart.

I send thee a gift of Victorian Greyjoy and a lion I wished to let you have. The entire West nobles high to the lowest borns is yours at your disposal.

I will forever continue my service to be your most obedient and humble subject to your grace.

Please send the Ironborns and their false Gods to Seven Hells.

Forever your loyal subject, Contessa of House of Baratheon and Lannister, queen consort to the Seven Kingdoms."

Robert Baratheon looked back at that squad priest who looked like he was on the brink of madness.

The stag truly married quite a lioness when she sharpened her claws and teeth as long as her father's.

He poured his wine and took the bloody flag of the Greyjoys. It is time to toast to his no. Not his, their victory.

"A toast to avenging the Westland's!"

His men cheered, but the nobles from the Westlands cheered loudest.

"And my wife Contessa sends us a gift to her king."

The lion prowled around full of energy as he roared at the audience. Victorian Greyjoy bounded in chains, and he looked filthy, and few claw marks were made of him.

"This here! Is the one who attacked your queen's homeland! Yet he was bested by a woman! Gahahaha!" Robert laughed at the irony. "With this, the Gods on our side, we will strike the Ironborns with a thousand vengeance!"

His lords and men cheered.

And so, Robert Baratheon leads his men to fight the Greyjoys by land and sea.

As promised by Robert Baratheon they strike down the Greyjoys with vengeance.

He had ordered the execution of Balon Greyjoy, but the king spared his wife Alannys Greyjoy.

He put two of her sons to the swords Rodrik and Maron.

By the pleading of Queen Contessa that she wished to spare the three other Balon children to be fostered by loyal bannermen.

Robert and Jon agreed with that notion.

After all, they got rid of the two older ones who were beyond hope.

Theon Greyjoy, the only son and heir will be going to Winterfell as both hostage and fostered.

Asha Greyjoy will join the wardships of Renly Baratheon in Storms End. No doubt hope there's a possible marriage between the two.

Finally, Yara Greyjoy will head for Riverlands to be fostered with the Tullys.

Robert had hoped to find that bastard Euron Greyjoy, but it seemed that Balon had his brother exiled before they reached them.

It looks like Euron Greyjoy was smarter than his brothers to flee from the King's justice.

Kingslandings

The crowd cheered for the king who returned from the rebellion.

He went up to the courtyard as his family was there along with the entire court. They all kneeled before the king.

"The King has returned with victory!"

Robert eagerly went to his family as they were all raised.

Contessa holding their newborn prince. It seemed like Richard had grown some of his black whisp of hair and curlier than his brothers.

"My King," Contessa smiled and presented him with the boy.

Robert eagerly looked at his newborn son. "You've done well, my queen."

Robert then leans forward, "I wish to reward you for our alone time." Contessa flushed shyly. Omph! She can't believe that he still has that effect on her.

Though, who could blame her? After all, his blue eyes and smile do make her weak sometimes. Contessa is pleased with her husband.

At Night…

A feast has been spread.

They are celebrating for stomping out of a Rebellion.

Lord Quellon Greyjoy is spending time with his grandchildren as he kneeled before the king and renewed his oaths.

Robert accepted the oaths and decreed the decision to prevent another rebellion uprising by sending his grandchildren to be fostered.

Lord Quellon will return to the Iron Islands with his good daughter since she seems to be weak in mind since her eldest son's death. He will rule over his lands until Theon comes of age or before his upcoming death.

Contessa is being greeted by everyone since they all heard that she went to protect her homeland.

She never thought anyone would care, but she humbled herself to simply do her duty.

However, she looked back at Robert who was joking with Eddard Stark and Jon Arryn.

She saw her little Joanna rubbing her eyes and looked tired.

"Nana, take the children to bed."

"Yes, Your Grace," Nana the maid, and a few others gathered the children to get ready for bed. Contessa returned to the King's side, and they enjoyed the court.

The nightfall after the part…

Sex Scenes warning!

Robert kissed his beloved wife's lips. Contessa moaned as he tried to tear her dress. "Ah…! Robe..rt..."

Why must this man know her weakness in the body?

Contessa helped undress her husband. They lay in bed as Robert climbed to the top. Her husband is still big, though she did try to keep him active and healthy on the side.

But he does love to wine, hunt, fight, and women.

She spread her legs and he thrust inside of her. He keeps moving back and forth with his hips towards hers.

'Ugh!... He is rougher than before or maybe I had recently given birth.' She winced at the feeling of his thrusting, but he did come back from battle. She looked at her husband's eyes and face.

Contessa believes they are partners in keeping the throne together. After all, she accepted that Lyanna's ghost, or rather her death would be a mystery.

Contessa felt the urge to released.

She tightened her legs around and moved together with him. Red marks scratch his back as she claws him.

End Sex Scene

Contessa sighed and combed his hair as he laid his head on her chest.

Surely, this would be peace-like.

Dorne

Torches and fires are all over their city.

It looks like the commoners formed a mob. They headed towards Sunspear where the House of Martell seat is.

The commoners are angry.

Not at Martell's.

No.

They are angry at the news that Prince Rhaegar Targaryen is alive.

Prince Doran Martell gathered his family on his throne. He has been hearing rumors and spies giving him details of this Rhaegar Targaryen.

'This has to be a mistake.' Doran thought to this second imposter. Yet this silver prince claims his version of his story. Rhaegar Targaryen had miraculously survived as the kind Septon had taken his body and switched it to the pale version of his corpse to help him escape. He hid in Volantis in the Free Cities where he worked as a mercenary to gain allies and gold for his return. He became a Magister of Volantis as he traded spices and herbs. Rhaegar is now supported by other Magisters to help claim his throne.

His action caused his people unrest when they spotted Rhaegar Targaryen marrying Cersei Lannister as his wife.

The Commoners grabbed their farming tools and torches hoping to hunt them down. For they heard rumors that Rhaegar Targaryen and Cersei Lannister were here in Dorne and shouting out for blood.

"Blood! Blood! Blood!"

Doran Martell sighs and waves forward to his brother, Oberyn.

"Oberyn, go to Kingslandings." Doran dreaded to his next words, "Tell the King and queen that we have the imposter somewhere in Dorne, but we need help to find him."

'If it truly was Rhaegar, he wouldn't leave Dorne alive.' Doran never forgave nor forgotten what his sister had gone through. For Rhaegar Targaryen was the most hated man in all of Dorne for the love they bore for Elia Martell.

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Next Chapter, Rhaegar Targaryen rumors spread throughout the entire kingdom. Robert Baratheon must choose to fight or run. Contessa and her court escape invaders to seek sanctuary in Baelor's Temple.