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Wolf in Lion's Clothing

Chapter 1: The Returning

The God's Eye was the most peaceful place Jaeharys Targaryen III, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, The Resurrected, Former 998th Lord Commander of the Night's Watch, The White Wolf, The Song of Ice and Fire, had ever been in. Not even Winterfell, in the days where he was still called Jon Snow, had touched him as deep as this island in the middle of the Riverlands. Here, the Old Gods were watching.

He looked over to his cousin, the Lady Sansa Stark, her fiery red hair flowing over her naked body. He doubted that she was as peace here thanks to her penchant for worshipping the Seven-Who-Are-One rather than the gods of her father. Stepping out of the tent where some green man once laid his head to rest he looked over the meager amount of men he had brought to this island.

He had received no letters from the houses in the southern Reach or Dorne. He doubted they would come to his aid right now. Not when Euron Greyjoy's abominations had overrun Old Town and were now causing havoc in the Reach. He grimaced, 'I hope Ned is ok'. The latest legendary incarnation of the Dayne Swordsman "The Sword in the Morning", Edric Dayne was rallying what forces he could muster from the Dornish Lords. After that he would try to take back the Reach from the eldritch abominations that the Iron King had unleashed before supporting the forces of the living in pushing back the Winter.

But that plan was not to be.

Losing the War for the Dawn started when the Dead had put Winterfell under siege and continued their march south unopposed. The Crannogmen put up a courageous fight, bogging down the dead but to no avail. There is no doubt that Lord Howland Reed's last stand would be a great tale told through song should bards continue to exist but with the North overrun, the South started to bleed.

15,000 warriors of the living from the North, the Vale, and the Riverlands had gathered under the Targaryen King's Banner, hoping to slow the Dead by harassing their forces coming out of the neck in hopes of receiving reinforcements from the South and Essos. 12,000 had died within 2 weeks.

The Defiance at the Twins saw Lord Olyvar Frey and the remnants of his House bravely hold the forces of the Night King back for 3 Days and 3 Nights allowing the Targaryen host to march South to Riverrun where Lord Edmure Tully had gathered another 5,000 Rivermen and 15,000 Westermen under the commands of Houses Lefford, Marbrand, Crakehall and Lannister.

What followed was the titanic 2nd Battle of the Trident where King Jaeharys Targaryen defied the Night King in single combat on the spot his own Father had been killed. While being able to injure the Night King, the Dragon King could not finish him and had been forced to retreat. With only 2,000 men left, the Living Host marched through heavy snows to reach Harrenhall. Without food and supplies, the army had rejoiced at the reinforcements that had arrived from the Stormlands, under the command of Lord Davos Seaworth, Hand to the King. Bolstered by the might of 10,000 Stormlanders, The King rushed to engage the Night King's expeditionary forces to the west and engaged again the main body of the army of the Dead.

Without a true battle plan the King rushed the Night King and his entourage, slaying 3 White Walkers in rapid succession. His Kingsguard, led by Lord Commander Jaime Lannister "the Kingslayer" were all killed and the Targaryen King was forced to retreat from the battle, having had his left arm cut off by his undead opponent. "The Panic at the Trident" left more than 9,000 more troops and the largest living army left was reduced to merely 2,500 men.

The living host, without any real military structure left, had to turn to their King's lover, his cousin Sansa Stark, who ordered the retreat to Harrenhall once more, and after that to the God's Eye. It was there where the last living Targaryen King sat reviewing the events of the past year in his head.

"Well you look like shite."

Turning around he saw Ser Justin Massey, the Red God fanatic who had fought for Stannis Baratheon until his bitter end.

"Ser Justin" Jon greeted him. "How are you?"

"I was just wondering your Grace, if Stannis hadn't died. I wonder where we'd be?" the knight asked bluntly sitting down a meter away from the king.

"He'd be King, I'd be Lord Commander of the Night's Watch or at least what's left of it, and we might just be in a better position." Jon told him the truth, or at the very least what he truly thought. Seeing the One True King kill a resurrected Ice Dragon while wielding a flaming sword was perhaps the most glorious sight the Targaryen King had ever seen. It had certainly immortalized Stannis Baratheon as a hero.

"Aye we might just be. But I was surprised when he decided to name you his heir. Then when I asked him why, he grinded his teeth and said 'Jaeharys Targaryen is the trueborn son of Rhaegar Targaryen, he is lawfully King should I die'. I could tell he hated the fact that you were the reason his daughter died but he had to follow the laws of the realm."

It still hurt Jon to know that the red priestess had to sacrifice the princess Shireen in order to resurrect him. Killing her alongside Ser Alliser Thorne had felt just but he knew if would never bring back the innocent girl who died so that he could live again.

Seeing that the King would remain silent the knight of House Massey stood up and walked off.

He was left alone then. Until he heard the wing flaps of a Raven.

Staring at the bird led the king to realize that his cousin Brandon was summoning him. He knew Bran had taken to sitting by the large wierwood tree at the center of the isle, with the Children of the Forest who had lived here for thousands of years.

He shook his head. Legends and Magic. There was a reason this place was made sacrosanct by Lords and Kings from even before the Conquest.

Arriving at the center of the island he saw a large round table, with a swirling pattern of green and red paste upon it. Bran, who was waiting for him at the foot of the table, quickly motioned him over.

"Jon. I have a plan. We send you back in time."

This all led to the current moment. There he was lying naked on a marble table, with a Child of the Forest hovering over him with a wierwood knife.

There was no time for goodbyes. The Night King's advance troops were already attacking the defensive perimeter of the island. He only hoped that Ser Justin would hold them as long as possible. He hoped Edric would come to relieve them. He hoped Sansa would forgive him for leaving her. He hoped he could change things.

"Whoever you become. It's someone important enough to change things. Someone you need to use to make sure the realm is ready for this conflict." Bran gave him a last minute reminder. "The Realm is counting on you. Good Luck Jon."

And with that his chest erupted in pain. Then his whole body did. More pain than when the Night King cut off his arm at the shoulder. More pain than he had ever felt in the world and yet he could not scream.

And then it was over. He was standing now. He felt different. His chest was heaver, so was his rear. His frame felt lighter as a whole though. 'Whose body did I take?'

Opening his eyes he came face to face with the most beautiful woman in the Seven Kingdoms. Seeing Cersei Lannister in front of him made him want to jump, knowing that she was a vindictive and cruel woman from when Sansa would talk about her experiences in King's Landing.

'What if I'm in King Robert or something? I can't just react that way. I'll greet her."

"Your grace-" he cut himself off. Cersei had said it as well. Odd.

That's when he realized that he was standing in front of a mirror.

"I'm Cersei"

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Wolf in Lion's Clothing

Chapter 2: Vows

AN: I'm playing it pretty loose timeline wise. Hopefully not too bad that it's unreadable for those who know the timeline pretty well.

He couldn't stop looking at the mirror.

'I'm Cersei fucking Lannister'

He was touching his arms. They were so thin. His fingers felt dainty and light and his nails were pristine. Seeing He grabbed some locks of the hair and put them in front of his face. 'Golden blonde' he thought. He ran his hands through it, feeling the luscious and long hair. He placed both of his hands on his face feeling the new features he had just stolen. He slowly moved them downwards, gripping the nose, mouth, neck, and-

'I've got breasts!' He wondered almost aloud. In a little childlike wonderment he started caressing his two newest assets. He shuddered a little as his fingers passed the nipple, sending a wave of pleasure throughout his new body.

'This is wrong!' He quickly took his hands away from the ample bosom. 'Well it is your body now' a voice in his head said. Thinking about it a little more, he realized that he'd have them everyday for the rest of his new life and if anyone were to come in they'd see a woman adjusting her smallclothes.

Suddenly a door creaked open. "My Lady may we come in?" a somewhat frail voice came from outside the room.

"Yes you may" was the reply Jon gave. The melodic voice that drifted from his throat was far different than the gruffer, deeper voice he was used to.

2 beautiful women came in wearing fitted gowns worthy for lesser noble ladies. He assumed that they were Cersei's handmaidens, charged with the job of making sure she was always well-dressed, pampered, and accompanied. It seemed one was a Lannister cousin due to her blonde hair and blue eyes, while the other was probably the daughter of some Westerlander lord.

"How does your dress fit you milady?"

He hadn't really paid attention to what his new body was wearing, more focused on the mounds of flesh attached to it.

Turning to face the mirror he moved his gaze downwards, inspecting the dress he found himself in. It seemed… resplendent. He barely felt the weight of the dress on him, probably because it was most likely made of myrish silk and lace. It was ivory white, with golden highlights around the neck and sleeve holes.

He rubbed his hands on the soft material going downwards from his chest, unable to stop himself from fondling his breasts a little without arousing suspicion, slowly going down. His hands moved smoothly from the front to the back of the dress around the height of his hip, allowing him to maneuver them to caress his juicy, enormous… Gods he had let his hands wander again! He carefully took away his hands from his arse slowly enough that his new handmaidens probably thought he was still just feeling the dress.

"It's wonderful, truly it is perfect." The voice of Cersei rang out from his throat captivatingly sexy and melodic at the same time. He had no idea what the dress was for but he was going to have to get used to acting as if he was truly a woman, which he realized now would not be difficult. It seems as if he had taken not only Cersei's body but parts of her mind as well. The way he was standing and breathing seemed to be so instinctual, and if he focused he could recall vague surface thoughts of the room and his handmaidens. One was the cousin of Lord Lefford while the other was Cersei's 2nd cousin from the Lannisters of Lannisport.

He attempted to recall where he was, and what Cersei was supposed to be doing at this moment but he didn't need to, not with the words that came out of Lefford's mouth next.

"Wonderful my lady" she beamed. "Now then let's get your bride cloak on so that we may proceed to the Great Sept of Baelor."

Well shit. It looks like he was about to be married to Robert Baratheon. The image of the fat, lethargic Stag King who had visited Winterfell came to mind. He hoped that he was still fit at this point in time or the sex—

Gods the sex! He'd have to fuck a man! His Lord Uncle's best friend no less! It seemed that he'd get to experience what Sansa felt like whenever he was with her.

It seemed his thoughts had forced a grimace onto his face, as his new cousin tried to comfort him. "My lady are you no looking forward to marrying the King?" she probed. "Dozens of ladies, myself included, are jealous of you! King Robert is comely and handsome, tall and broad of shoulder, I heard that many women call him the Warrior made flesh!" His cousin said with dreamy eyes.

He forced a smile onto his face. "Too true cousin. He is very handsome. I am grateful that I get the opportunity to be Queen and to be able to bed such a specimen!"

That got his handmaidens to laugh and smile. Well shit he was better at pretending to be a woman than he thought he'd be.

Stepping out of the carriage after the ride from the Red Keep, the former Targaryen King saw where he was about to be married. The Sept of Baelor was huge. He had never seen it in his lifetime. Having been crowned King in Winterfell and campaigning the Great War in the Riverlands and the North, he had never truly gotten the chance to see King's Landing, the traditional capital of his birth father's dynasty, the city that started to be built during the time of Aegon the Conquerer. It honestly smelled like Shit and Piss.

But the great Sept of Baelor was hugely and ornately built, surely costing millions of gold dragons in labor and equipment. Was this how the Southon Lords spent their money? He wanted to shake his head at the absurdity of it. The Old Gods required no septon, no building, and no long book to tell you how to live. All that was required was to respect the freedom of every man or woman who were your fellows.

But Cersei Lannister was no northern girl, raised to worship the Old Gods. He called to mind how Sansa would act when they were younger, as she was the only Stark child who had taken to their mother's gods, and mumbled a prayer very loudly. His Lannister Guardsmen and his handmaidens smiled at him, obviously happy that their Lady was so pious. It seemed some of the smallfolk crowd near him had heard it as well and he could hear the whispers of the Smallfolk.

"She's gorgeous!" "What's she saying?" "Damned Lannisters!" "She's praying to the Mother! What a pious woman!" "That King Robert is a lucky bastard to be able to bed her later!"

Some were crass, some weren't. He guessed they weren't happy to see the House that just sacked their city show off it's wealth and authority.

Walking forwards he saw a tall, slender, broad-shouldered man in his late thirties. 'Blonde Hair as well. This must be my new Lord Father.' Jon walked towards the man, using Cersei's muscle memory to walk in the way she would. He had to take the utmost care, as Cersei's family would be the people who might notice something wrong with the way she was acting.

"Daughter. You look beautiful. As expected." He curtly said before taking her arm and escorting her towards the doors of the Great Sept. Just before the door, Tywin Lannister stopped and looked at his daughter straight in the eyes.

"Remember, give him heirs, make a good queen, influence things in the capital for House Lannister. If you can manage it, get your brother out of that damned white cloak. You are a lioness. Act like it"

What was he supposed to say? What would Cersei say? "I will not fail you Father."

He simply nodded and made a gesture to the guards, at which point they opened the great sept doors. Inside were a modest amount of guests, most likely most were from the houses that had taken Kings Landing. He knew that the Arryn-Stark Host had come directly after the Lannisters, and now the majority of the rebel army were probably still encamped outside the walls of King's Landing.

Walking down the aisle was quick. He had thought his first marriage would be to Sansa, his lover, after they defeated the Night King. It seemed that his first marriage would now be to a man, as a woman. He was going to kill Bran the next time he saw him.

He was up on the dais now, clasping the hands of Robert Baratheon, it seemed that his uncle wasn't kidding, he had gotten fat in that future he came from. Looking at the Baratheon King, he was not surprised about the comparisons to the Warrior. He did not seem to have an ounce of fat on him, and his entire body seemed to be pure muscle.

He did not notice much of what the fat High Septon was saying, until he commanded that the exchange of cloaks happen. Tywin approached him and took off the Lannister cloak he was wearing, and his new husband put a Baratheon cloak around his shoulders.

"Now say the words"

He did not need reminding of what those words were. He had performed impromptu wedding ceremonies during the War for the Dawn. Without septon or Heart Tree, most couples had come to him in order to see their union recognized, mostly being soldiers in his army who knew that they had little chance of surviving the next few conflicts.

"With this kiss I pledge my love and take you for my King and Husband."

"With this kiss I pledge my love and take you for my Queen and Wife."

And then he leaned forward, same as Robert. Jon had not kissed women many times before reuniting with Sansa, except of course for Ygritte. It seems he wouldn't be doing much more of kissing women anyway. Kissing a man was… different. There was little passion, little love, and little tongue. And as soon as they had started they had stopped.

"You are now one flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever"

It was a blur from then on. They'd been whisked away to a carriage in order to go around King's Landing before the wedding feast at the Red Keep. He hadn't gotten a single real chance to talk to Robert. Sitting down with him at the head table, it seems most were not focusing their eyes on their new king.

"What a splendid ceremony, and a great showing of my loyal lords and knights in the tourney this morning. But enough of that, it's time to feast! Eat, Drink, and enjoy!" Robert raised his goblet in a quick toast before downing it in one gulp and turning to face his wife.

The feast was rowdy, as expected from lords and nobles who were celebrating for the first time after months of war and strife. He could see some Stormlords already starting a drinking contest with some Westermen. He saw a distinct shortage of northern lords with only a few being present while Jon Arryn's bannermen were more somber and reserved.

"How are you my queen?" It seemed Robert was making an effort to get friendly with the person he'd spend the rest of his life with. Looking at the Stag King, he couldn't help but notice his eyes. Blue and alert, the eyes of a warrior not yet dulled by drink and fat and lust like in that future he had come from.

"I am overjoyed my king. Now I hope to work towards peace and a united realm with you." He said hoping to appear courtly.

Now for the tricky part. He needed Robert to at the very least like his new wife, to father less or no bastards if possible, and he needed to break up with Jaime somehow. First things first was to show Robert that Cersei was someone who could rock his world and someone worth marrying and staying faithful to.

He leaned in, knowing full well his cleavage would be in easy viewing of Robert, to whisper in his ears with the most seductive voice he could muster, which incidentally made his own male-thinking brain force his body to quake in lust. "And I'm excited for our bedding ceremony my love"

He then straightened up in his chair and started sipping on the the best wine he'd ever tasted. 'Probably Arbor Gold' he mused. He had never tasted it in his first life and it seems that being Queen had its upsides. 'Like these lovely tits' he thought as he glanced down at his cleavage, shaking subtly enough for someone to think the queen was just shivering due to the cold, but significantly enough that he felt aroused by the sight of shaking tits.

He didn't look at Robert directly, instead opting to gaze over the assembled nobility. Out of the corner of his hazel green eyes he saw the king looking at her curiously and peering downward he saw… yes there was that bulge in the King's pants. It semed Robert was looking forward to the bedding as well. 'I don't blame him' Jon thought, his mind once again wandering to his own body.

He could feel so many differences between this and his old body. His skin was more delicate, his smile came more naturally and seemed to stun most men, he could feel his shapely legs rubbing against each other, and his hair got in the way of his eyes every so often, forcing him to brush it away instinctively.

The feast went by pretty fast, almost like a blur, until he heard chanting.

'It seems it's time for a bedding' Jon thought.

And then he was naked. Granted, there was maybe a 20 second gap between the start of the bedding and the moment of total nakedness but still it was quite fast.

He could see more than a few of the men who undressed him were stunned silent, carrying their queen to the bedchambers. A little ways in front of him was Robert, carried by the women and noble ladies. It seemed most of them were stunned as well. He could do without the jokes and ribbing but most were suggestions he might take into consideration. This was his first time after all.

Well, as a woman.

And then they were in the room alone. Robert was…

Like the Warrior made man. He had abs and muscles everywhere on his body. Not to mention his penis was probably bigger than Jon's previous body's dick.

He didn't look forward to this. Not at all. Although his female body was responding, He could feel his nipples hardening and his cunt getting wet. Well it was time to make sure Robert enjoyed.

They joined in moments. Robert couldn't keep himself off of his new queen and Jon-Cersei made the effort to at least enjoy what was happening. Screaming and shouting and pleasure was all that he remembered in that moment.

"Lyanna!" Robert shouted. The silence that followed was deafening.

'I heard about this from Sansa. This is what basically broke their marriage into the shitheap that it was in my first life. Time to do some damage control then.'

SLAP*

Robert was bewildered. His wife had just… slapped him in the face?

"I am Cersei of the House Baratheon, your wife. Either say that name or no name at all Robert." Jon growled out. Taking point, he flipped Robert over until the queen was on top and he reignited the vigorous royal lovemaking.

"Cersei" he heard him whisper. The king paused before reciprocating the actions of his wife, taking control of the situation by flipping the couple again and fucking her hard.

"Gods this feels great!" Jon screamed out. It really did.

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Wolf in Lion's Clothing

Chapter 3: Acquaintances Old and New

Waking up after a night of ravenous, intense, passionate, and all around amazing sex was always fun. Especially with Sansa. He would always remember her luscious auburn hair, her perky tits, and her curvy arse.

Waking up as the opposite sex after a night of ravenous, intense, passionate, and all around amazing sex was a brand new experience and Jon quite liked it.

"Ah good you're awake." Robert said. He was standing in his smallclothes and a cloak draped over him. He probably just woke up a few minutes ago Jon mused.

"My king. Last night was…" Jon pretended to shake in pleasure. Gods he was getting good at this pretending to be woman thing.

"Amazing. And as for what I said…" Her husband failed to find the words it seemed.

"We must have a discussion regarding our marriage Robert, it's important." Jon said, seriously.

"Aye. Aye we should. Give me a few minutes. I'll get us some food to break our fast and we can talk." He rumbled out of the room. His broad shoulders gave the impression of a mountain moving out of the room.

Jon sighed. He knew Robert wasn't going to be very forthcoming. His wife was still a stranger to him. 'And to myself if I'm being honest.'

Eying the mirror in the corner of the Royal Suite, Jon made his way to it, standing slowly from the bed and making sure steps.

And then he laid eyes on his own naked body. "Fuck me she's… I'm beautiful." 'Now he knew why smallfolk would call her the Maiden made flesh. It seems that when the queen was younger she was even more beautiful and sexy than when Jon Snow had laid eyes on her in Winterfell that fateful day.

He did what any man who found himself in a woman's body would do.

His hands wandered up and down. Front and back. He started with the breasts of course. They were huge! Without anyone in the room, he was free to explore these wonderful new assets of hers.

He jiggled, jumped, and caressed the hells out of her tits. After a sensational squeeze he started moving lower.

'Gods it's quite weird not feeling a dick down there.' He mused as her hands finally got to the nether regions. He played with herself a little bit before moving on to that ass.

'And what an ass it is' Without being hindered by another human being being present, the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms caressed every little bit of her ass.

Being alone also gave Jon the time to think about his next move. 'I need to get Jaime out of his White Cloak. That will make sure Tywin stays on good terms with the King. Next I need to birth Robert an heir.' He paused his musings at that point because he knew that that part was probably the one he'd enjoy the least out of this entire plan. 'Nothing to be done concerning that right now.'

'I'll also need to play matchmaker. The Seven Kingdoms need to be as united as possible when the Long Night comes and trade agreements and marriage contracts will go a long way for that. Perhaps-' his musings had to stop for a moment as he moaned in pleasure, his hands, which had been continually groping his body during his musings, had brought some pleasure from squeezing his tits pretty hard. 'Gods this is awesome.' Jon had a genuine smile of pleasure on.

At this point he heard footsteps coming from the hallway. Robert was probably back with some food. 'Well I have to milk this for all I've got.' Jon thought, preparing to face his husband as soon as he entered. He wrapped his feminine body in a Red and Gold coloured cloak, leaving very little to the imagination while still being decent the Lannister Queen turned around and faced the door.

The door opened an in walked Ser Jaime Lannister, Knight of the Kingsguard.

Robert

Cersei was no Lyanna Stark. She wasn't wild and carefree, nor was she the sister of his best friend. He was of course disappointed with the Gods for not giving him the love of his life to bed but he couldn't fault whoever decided to give his new wife her lovely body. By the Maiden she was beautiful.

Still no Lyanna though. He dreamed of her wavy dark hair and sense of humor. The letters she sent always made him stay up wondering when they'd be married.

He made his way to the dining hall where most of the nobles went to eat if they stayed in the Red Keep. He made his way through, receiving congratulations and cheers from many of the lords he passed by. Acknowledging each of them was definitely tiring but Jon had taught him that a lord should always be courteous. Well it was doubly so for a King.

Then he shook hands with Lord Gaunt. He seemed troubled and Robert decided to ask him why.

"I am sending my sister away to be married to Lord Lefford, in the Westerlands." Was his reply. "He has only met her in courtly sessions, and through letters. Never have they actually been true to each other in person and I am worried she will be mistreated should Lord Lefford find her untrue to his expectations. Through Stories and Letters and Falsehoods Lord Lefford thinks himself in love."

All Robert could do was assure him of his daughter's safety being important to him and that he was sure Lord Lefford was a good man.

It occurred to Robert that he had only ever met his Lyanna once, during that fateful tourney at Harrenhall.'An only briefly too, plus her father was there so we didn't really get too personal', he mused, 'still she was my soulmate, I know it. Our letters…' Lord Gaunt's daughter sent letters too, but still her father told Robert that they were supervised by him. 'Were Lyanna's letters supervised by Lord Rickard?' he asked himself.

'But I know Lyanna was perfect for me thanks to Ned.' His brother in all but blood told stories of her while growing up in the Vale. He still remembered the time story about Brandon's 15th nameday. Lyanna had ended up riding through Winterfell-'

Through Stories and Letters and Falsehoods. By the Gods.

Robert was uncomfortable now. He had fantasized about marrying Lyanna, about bedding Lyanna. 'I'd probably have fathered bastards after marrying her.' He mused darkly, taking the time to think about the situation. Gathering some foodstuffs on plates he started back towards the royal quarters of Maegor's Holdfast. Greeting the servants he passed by, he made sure that he familiarized their faces in order that he would be able to single out anyone who still had pro-targaryen loyalties later on. Gods being King would be hard.

Hearing footsteps, he looked to see Ser Barristan Selmy, in a white cloak and his kingsguard armor.

"Barristan! You're awake!"

The knight of the Stormlands chuckled before bowing. "A Kingsguard should never leave his King without protection your grace. I apologize for being too injured to attend your coronation or your wedding but I am here to fulfill my duty now."

Robert talked with the older knight for a few minutes before seeing his longtime guardian Jon Arryn approach the conversing pair.

"Robert. Good Morning. Good Morning Ser Barristan." The Lord Paramount of the Vale and Warden of the East greeted the two who similarly reciprocated the greeting. "May we talk about affairs of the realm your grace?"

"I've barely broken my fast Jon, and you want me to talk with you about the realm already? Very well let's get into my room." Robert replied.

Stepping into his room, the first thing he saw was a white cloak.

"Kingslayer! What are you doing here?"

The Lannister knight turned from his conversation with his sister. "I am simply catching up with my twin sister your grace. I have not had a chance to congratulate her on her marriage as of yet."

"Well get out and guard the door alongside Ser Barristan will you? My wife and I must eat."

With a simple nod at him then at Cersei, Ser Jaime Lannister left the room.

He gave a plate of food to Cersei before sitting on his bed and started tearing through the sausage on his plate. Jon looked to the queen before blushing heavily at what she was wearing and instead focusing on him.

"Robert we must speak about your goodfather. I am having a meeting with him today regarding financial loans and rebuilding Kings Landing from the… sack." Jon hesitated looking to Cersei for a moment before finishing his sentence.

Robert was about to tell him to tell him to deal with it on his own when his wife spoke up.

"You need not hesitate in calling the sack exactly what it is. My father's men burned and raped through the city. He should be held accountable and pay for the damages." She moved towards him and sat her plump rear onto Robert's lap before continuing. Robert could already feel his Warhammer beginning to harden.

"And I suggest offering to remove my brother from the Kingsguard. My father would give you much to get the heir he desires instead of my other brother Tyrion." She finished with a smile.

Robert could see that Jon was about to retort when he added "Do as she says, see what he'll give for the Kingslayer to inherit then get as much as you can from him." Robert had eaten maybe half his plate but he had stopped, the burning feeling from his loins had gotten too strong. It was unlikely his wife couldn't already feel the large thing pushing against her rear. He couldn't think straight right now.

"But Robert-" "Jon you're my hand and I want you to handle this meeting with Lord Lannister. Now let my wife and I break our fast together in peace."

The man who raised him simply sighed and nodded before bowing and walking out.

As soon as the door was closed his queen had stood up and placed her plate on the side table before turning around to face him. "My king, thank you for breakfast, and last night. However, I feel we must talk about our relationship and what our marriage must be like."

Robert grimaced. Why couldn't they just fuck and go about their lives?

"I am your queen Robert therefore in public we will act as besotted lovers, but I shall forewarn you that I do not wish to be a queen who does nothing. I shall attend small council meetings with you and shall endeavor to unite the realm with marriages and the like. I shall bear you heirs and spares in order to secure the line of succession and a stable realm. All I ask is that you take my advice seriously, give me some measure of trust and avoid fathering any bastards."

"Cersei… I can't trust you. Not because of you but because of your gods damned father! He came in this city a razing conqueror, not because of any moral or ethical reasons but rather because he wanted to be on the winning side. He had children killed and razed the capital for all its worth… But I shall take your advice seriously. Unite the realm in your agreements and marriages and show loyalty to me before your father and then I shall trust you. You are welcome to come to small council meetings with me and advise me along with the others." Robert replied after pausing for a few moments to think. "As for bastards… I'll try but I already have quite a few running around I'm sure."

His wife nodded at that.

"Now then… don't think I couldn't tell what you did while Jon was here. Now I'm stiff and you're going to help me loosen up my lady." With that Robert swept his wife into bed and they spent the next few hours enjoying their marriage.

'It's good to be the King.' Robert thought.

AN:

Sorry about the abrupt ending to the last chapter. Couldn't think of anything. I'll show the Cersei/Jon and Jaime conversation next chapter because the story needs more POV's and I want to showcase what people think of Cersei/Jon rather than it being a purely single POV story. Robert was a safe choice here I think because he is the one person who never interacted with Cersei before but will interact with new Cersei the most over the course of the story.

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Wolf in Lion's Clothing

Chapter 4: Beginner Steps

Jaime

Stepping into the Royal Residence, he stepped back to let the newly crowned Stag King step out of the room. The man was wide, yet it was also just as obvious that the fat covered a massive amount of muscle, which showed that the new King was a martial man, capable of defeating even well-trained warriors.

After watching the Baratheon monarch walk away he spent a few moments waiting for the hallway to be empty before entering the royal residential room.

Turning his attention towards the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, his twin sister… his longtime lover, he saw her beautiful golden hair cascade down her body, his cock became erect just looking at her in her.

She seemed shocked, surprised, even a little nervous. Strange.

"Sister…" He said softly. He hadn't seen his twin in years.

"Kingslayer…" She said softly as if in disbelief.

That confused him… and enraged him. She was calling him that as well? How dare she?!

"I see that nickname has reached you as well. That bloody Lord Stark and his cocksucking honor." He raised his voice a little and stepped towards her sister.

For a second she seemed to want to step back, to step away from him. Then she rallied and stood fast, standing straighter and looking him straight in the eyes.

"I wouldn't insult the King's most stalwart ally and friend in front of his wife, Ser Jaime." She put emphasis on his name and title, as if she wanted to distance herself from the Jaime Lannister that was her brother.

"Cersei… what's wrong with you. Now that you're here in King's Landing I'll stay on the Kingsguard, we can-"

"We can do nothing. I am your queen now, and the queen the realm needs to stabilize the line of succession. I'll have my husband remove you from the Kingsguard and you can go back to Casterly Rock to be Lor- Father's heir." She emphasized the word as if it would scare him into submission. He didn't notice the slip-up.

"Sister… you've changed. What happened to the sister who loved it when I fell on her cunt like a-" His voice became low and feral until he was interrupted by a slap to the face.

"You will not talk to me like that… Brother" She added the familial term almost as an afterthought.

He could only stare in disbelief at her. They were twins! They shared a womb, they were two halves of one whole.

That was when the door opened and the Stormlander King stepped in beside his new Hand, Jon Arryn.

"Kingslayer! What are you doing here?" he said.

Jaime's reply was a polite fiction and he merely nodded at the King and then to his sister before turning to leave. He drew his sword and laid the tip on the floor, his hands on the hilt.

Standing outside with Ser Barristan "the Bold", he found himself stewing in contemplation. What had changed Cersei so much? Was it her new duty as queen? Was it her night with Robert Baratheon?

He was broken out of his reverie by the only other survivor of Aerys II's Kingsguard.

"Can I ask why Ser Jaime?" the Selmy knight said softly.

Normally he'd say something very smart, some sort of jape, but not now. Not while his lover just rejected him.

"His last Hand… Rossart. The Pyromancer." He started, "Why do you think Aerys appointed him."

The Bold knight's brow furrowed in thinking before he turned to answer

Jaime did not let him speak. "When my father had entered the city, I had just spent the last hour finalizing the defenses in the Red Keep. All were ordered to fight and die for their king. I then made my way to the throne room."

His voice turned a little softer. "Our king ordered Rossart to ignite wildfire caches all over the city."

Barristan gasped in shock.

"My oaths as a knight ser… I decided that Protecting the Innocent was a far more important oath than protecting my King."

There was a pregnant silence after that, the Stormlander Knight seemed to be thinking hard.

Jaime stood there, still as stone and guarded his king.

Cersei

It had been a few days after the incident with Jaime and she had been informed of his dismissal from the Kingsguard just this morning. From what she had heard, he had skulked off to the part of the Keep where the Westerlander Lords were staying and had cut himself off from doing anything aside from training, sleeping, and eating. It had taken the Lord Lannister's direct order for the young knight to even eat something.

Jon didn't realize that the effect Cersei dumping the man would have on him, especially at such a young age.

'It's not like I had a choice. I'm not contributing to the mess that fucked up the line of succession for Robert in the first place.'

Making her way through the corridors he finally arrived at the Small Council Room. In the last few days no positions had been filled out. Jon Arryn was, of course, Hand of the King. Varys and Grandmester Pycelle kept their positions. She was torn on whether to find some way to oust the old man or whether to leave him alone. He knew he had Lannister loyalties but now she was a Lannister and could make good use of those loyalties if need be.

'Politicking was always Sansa's game. I miss her.'

There was still no Master of Coin, Laws, and Ships.

Stannis Baratheon sailed to Dragonstone to take custody of the remaining Targaryens.

'Dany and her brother Viserys will escape again, and Stannis will be slighted with the granting of Dragonstone. I have to stop that from happening.'

Sitting down in the small chair beside where the King usually sat, Jon Arryn sat on the opposite side of the chair, to the King's right. That is, if the king was there, but right now he wasn't.

"I see his grace is running late." The "again" went unsaid by Varys.

"He shall be here. He promised me that he would be. And I'm sure Lord Commander Selmy will escort him here to take his seat on the council as well." She said.

As soon as she said that her husband, the King, entered the chambers with Barristan in tow.

"Apologies for being late. Let's get this damn thing started already." He grumbled.

It seemed that most of the meeting was about mopping up Targaryen loyalists and deciding what to do with the ones already in custody.

She remembered her time on the wall, Ser Aliser Thorne tormenting Jon Snow daily as a recruit. How easy it would be to push for the execution of the noble and knightly prisoners, all she needed was to smile and lean her cleavage to Robert and he'd wholeheartedly approve of the idea.

"I suggest that we send the men we have to the Night's Watch. Let them serve the realm on the Wall." She said. The needs of the realm outweighed the petty revenge that she craved.

"What about Mace Tyrell?" Arryn said.

"Perhaps we should collect tribute from the Reach for a set amount of years? Payable in Grain or Gold." Ser Barristan said shyly. He hadn't been in Robert's Small Council in the original timeline, a change she was glad to have made. The knight had been his father's heir for a while before joining the Kingsguard and therefore had the training and knowledge a Lord should have, as well as the wisdom of his age.

"Perhaps a mixture of both." Pycelle chimed in.

The meeting went fine and a few minutes later she found herself walking with her husband through the Keep.

"I don't know how you stand it. Endless meetings and counting coppers." Robert said, her arm around his. They had gotten into a pattern of walking and dining together, as to help them turn their relationship into one of familiarity.

"It's what needs to be done to run the realm." She said simply.

"Hmm. True. Still boring." He replied.

The silence between them showcased to her that their relationship as perhaps not the best.

"Ned's leaving today. I'd like to see him before he goes." He said, turning the corridor towards the area where the Northern Lords had stayed for a while.

She just nodded.

It was a short walk and Jon/Cersei had the time to clear her mind. Meeting her uncle, the man that raised him for his entire life… and having to pretend to be someone else, that wasn't something he was looking forward to.

"Your Grace!" Eddard Stark, Lord of Winterfell, Lord Paramount and Warden of the North, said in surprise, seeing his King and Queen both arrive.

"Neddddd!" Robert exclaimed, bringing in the man to a close bear hug. They hugged for a few moments before the Northern Lord turned to her.

"Good Afternoon your Grace." He said inclining his head towards her.

"Good Afternoon to you as well Lord Stark." She said. "I hear from my husband you leave today?"

"Indeed your grace. We sail to White Harbor and then ride to Winterfell in a few hours." Was the man's reply.

They were interrupted by a baby's wailing cries.

"My apologies Robert, your grace. He is my… natural-born son." He said indicating the crib in the room.

Robert turned to grill his best friend on who the mother was and how had she gotten him to bed her when Jon/Cersei ignored them and walked to check on the child.

It was definitely strange to see your own self, as a child, while in another person's body.

The baby Jon grabbed her finger, seeming to like it and proceeded to suck on it like a newborn would suck a teet.

She couldn't help it. She laughed.

Using her other hand she brushed the cheek of the younger version of her past life.

'I hope to all the gods, old and new, that this time I… he doesn't have to live through what I did.'

It was a stark reminder that he wasn't Jon Snow, or even Jaeharys Targaryen anymore. He wasn't even a he anymore.

'The things we do for the sake of the realm.'

"You seem a natural with children your grace." She didn't even notice Eddard Stark sneaking up on her.

"It seems so." She replied. Looking around she saw Robert speaking animatedly to Lord Greatjon Umber.

Making a quick decision she lowered her voice to just a whisper. "Keep him safe Lord Stark. There are many, my husband and my father included, who would do harm to him."

His eyes widened in shock before they settled to a cold poker face.

"What do you mean your grace?"

"You know what I mean. I shall tell no one. I do hope for your sake he looks like his mother rather than his father."

Turning around she walked off, Eddard Stark, no doubt with a look of shock on his face, staring at her back.

Eddard looked at his nep- no his son- and had a strange feeling that Cersei Lannister very much cared for him. He wondered why before moving to bring him to the ship that would take them to White Harbor, and then Home.

AN:

Sorry this took so long. My laptop broke and I've been focusing on gaming these quarantine months.

Reviews are welcome and suggestions wanted!

For future chapters I have Jonsei/Stannis, Jonsei/Robb, and Jonsei/Sansa interactions in mind.

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Wolf in Lion's Clothing

Chapter 5: Being a Queen

A/N: This is a month or so into Robert's reign. If there's any significant political machinations that Jonsei gets up to, I'll talk about it, but mostly this might be more of a story that stays away from the smaller stuff.

Jon/Cersei

She waited patiently for the whore to run out of sight. The comical look of shock on their faces always amused her. The part of her that was Cersei wanted to rage, to shout and slap Robert for bringing another whore to their bed. Jon clamped down on it, managing to temper the reaction down to a mere eye-roll. There hadn't been too many, just once or twice every two weeks. From the stories Jon had heard it seemed that Robert was banging whores left and right, two at a time every day. She wondered whether the lesser number had to do with the earliness of the marriage, or something that Jon's control of Cersei had done?

Ser Barristan had the honor to look ashamed. "Your grace… mayhaps you should leave the King alone for a while. I don't-" She simply smiled at him and entered the room.

She entered the royal chambers to behold the muscular Storm King pouring himself some wine. As he turned his head to see who had entered without permission, he looked visibly shamed to see her. "Ah" he said sheepishly.

"Ah indeed." She said with a face akin to the one Jon had frequently seen from the Lady Stark when he had done some mischievous thing. "You are the king and you may do as you like, but I must insist you don't fuck your whores in the royal chambers. There are plenty of other rooms in the keep." She said, a little too harshly for Jon's tastes but Cersei's instincts still held some sway.

Robert swirled the wine in his goblet for a little bit before downing the Arbor Gold, a gift from a Reach House that had attended the recent negotiations at the capital, in one swig. "Aye. You have the right of it there. My apologies."

And that was that. The relationship she had with Robert was a strange one to say the least. The enjoyment from the sex was tempered by Jon's discomfort, not enough to dissuade the new Cersei but enough to make the occasions less than what they should have been. 'Eh, as long as I get pregnant with his child the realm shall be fine. Besides, without them then Edric or Gendry might not exist."

Cersei stopped thinking then, the weight of her task rearing its head again. The possibility of lives never happening or deaths happening too early weighed heavily on the new Cersei's shoulders.

"I shall ask for a new bed for this room, with new sheets and everything. I'm not dense enough to let me and my wife sleep on this bed after... Well anyway I'll reserve one of the rooms near the gate, so you don't have to see them." Robert said, likely reading the expression on his wife's face as one of despair. "Why don't we take a ride through the Kingswood tomorrow? I've never seen you ride and I know that Renly's been itching to get out of the keep lately."

She nodded, glad that her husband provided some distraction for her.

"I like riding." She said with a sad smile. Jon hadn't rode as much as he had wanted to. There were days where riding through the Wolfswood with Robb had taken his mind off the Lady Stark's latest chastisement or one of Greyjoy's reminders of his bastardry. It all felt so long ago, a literal lifetime.

"Is there a reason you came to see me?" Robert asked, jolting her out of her stupor.

"Ah, yes. You need a Targaryen loyalist on your council. I recommend naming Lord Velaryon as Master of Ships."

"WHAT?! Are you mad woman?! Velaryon's practically a Targaryen himself! The only reason I haven't hung him is because Jon stopped me. And now you want me to name him to the Small Council?!" Robert's face reddened, a combination of alcohol and rage causing the color.

Cersei just rolled her eyes. "Fine then. Make a Hightower or Redwyne Master of Ships, or give the Dornish a seat. You just need a councillor that was against you in the war. It sends a message to all of Westeros that King Robert, the First of his name, titles, titles, is a merciful King who looks to the future and not to past enmities." She said in a voice that lilted as she went on. "Or at least that's what you want them to think." She said in a deadpan voice as she grabbed the pitcher and poured herself some of the wine from the Reach.

"Hmm. You make a good point" Robert conceded after some thought.

"Of course I did. I'm your Queen. I always make good points."

Robert chuckled a little before replying, "I was planning to give my brother Stannis Dragonstone and making him Master of Ships. Someone I trust will be watching the East, making sure those damned dragons don't come back, plus keeping an eye on the Velaryons and other Targaryen loyalists he'd be the liege of."

"He'd take it as a slight. Even I've heard of how he stood fast at Storm's End as the entire might of the Reach bared down on him. It's the ancestral home of your House, one he should inherit now as your oldest brother, and Dragonstone is a bleak rock without much in the way of resources and a constant reminder of his failure to catch Rhaella's children." She said without hesitation. A Stannis that didn't feel slighted by the "reward" that was Dragonstone would be one easier to work with. Additionally, Jon had grown to admire the dour and stern Stormlander King before his death. The man was unbending to a fault, but there was always a need for such men, especially with the coming wars.

"And another thing, Lannister men guard me, my father's men, while your lone Kingsgaurd shares your protection with Baratheon men. It should not last. We need to fill out the Kingsguard, it'll give houses more ties to the throne and make sure the men are loyal to… us." she said that last word carefully. Inwardly, she knew that now the Lannisters were not going to be the scourge of the realm, usurpers of the throne, but that didn't mean she wanted Lannister sycophants in every office.

"Ha. I bet you have a list of knights approved by your father?" The candidness of their relationship had developed quite naturally, with a Cersei that was not demure but stark with Robert, and a Robert that genuinely thought of her as both attractive and interesting, a change that did not fit well with the image of the cold relationship Jon had known they had in the previous life, all those years ago in Winterfell.

"He's given me a few options. But you should limit yourself to one knight from the Westerlands, then diversify your options. Keeping the Bold is a good start. Make him your Lord Commander. He's a Stormlander and someone who fought for the Mad King at the same time. Give positions to a man from the North, Riverlands, and Vale, then you can think of a few others. Give Dorne no consideration, they wouldn't want to protect you at all, but the Reach is a good place to find second or third sons." She said succinctly as she sat on the nearby chair.

"Hm, you're quite good at this you know? Advising me, I mean." He said after he mulled over her words. "Keep attending Small Council meetings. If you're there, I might be able to sit through the boring things more often. But-"

"Nothing in public. Yes of course, the realm should never get it into their heads that the King who rules them is ruled by his wife." She interjected sarcastically.

He chuckled a little before drinking more wine. He was still shirtless, so Cersei had been continuously staring at the chiseled abs of the warrior King. The Cersei part of her had settled in nicely with the more dominant Jon part, and it made her quite happy actually. The Cersei who had been absorbed by this stranger was a girl, who dreamed of becoming Queen and was frightened by a prophecy, one she dreaded with all her heart. She had been someone who lusted for power, and for Jaime.

The man who been thrust into her was a grown man, an accomplished leader both by ability and by right of blood, and someone who had fought otherworldly horrors that most would never think to see. He wanted nothing but to make a better world, a dream impossible without power. He may have wanted many things, but he also had the temperament and restraint to stop himself.

Besides having to forego the relationship with Jaime, the inner conflict was minimal, and the two personalities were starting to meld together as the days went on, Cersei deferring to Jon on most things, while still keeping some sway. This was the best course of action for the new Cersei, both aspects of her personality knowing that the older, more mature, strong-willed and battle-hardened Jon would win out in a battle of wills if it came to that, but also that such a battle would come at a large cost for her.

It was trivial things from there for the rest of the day. Cersei had to deal with some bickering servants, settling some dealings with a few feuding lords (She didn't dare approach either Bracken or Blackwood, both Lords still in the city currying favor and influence. Jon didn't have the balls Robb did when he betrothed their children together.), but she spent a long time on a conversation with Lord Arryn.

"You want Hoster Tully as Master of Coin? Out of the question. He's much too high profile and his heir is only a boy, he wouldn't be able to leave Riverrun!" She all but exclaimed. They were in the Queen's Solar, as she had been taken to calling, a good-sized waiting room where she liked to have her meetings. A servant had mentioned that it used to be the dressing room of the Princess Elia Martell and Jon had latched onto the idea of the mother of his siblings a little, renovating it only minorly. The desk was solid oak, and the room had a mix of Lannister splendor and Dornish silks.

"Well I'm not going to allow Robert to name your Father Master of Coin." He said a little snarkily.

She smiled a little as she poured him some wine. "I doubt my father would settle for anything less than Hand of the King." There was a pregnant silence before she spoke up again. "Lord Lefford, of the Golden Tooth."

Jon Arryn's head perked up a bit. "Hmmm. Good House, has a good head on his shoulders, and his son is nearly grown. All the gold under that castle must keep his mind for sums sharp enough. Good choice… But still a Lannister man." He said in an accepting tone until that last statement.

"The council is short of Lannister men, and in exchange I'll let you have Royce for Master of Laws." She bargained. The Bronze Lord's mind was still sharp, and it meant a Vale Lord of considerable influence would have a seat. Cersei had blocked the appointment initially, knowing that she'd need a bargaining chip to get a loyal person as Master of Coin. Lefford would live for years, and she'd do her best to make sure that Littlefinger had little reason to leave the barren rock his keep was on.

"Hmmm. Fine. Royce and Lefford then. Any thoughts on Ships?" He questioned, after taking a sip of the Dornish Wine. A few barrels of Elia's were kept in the Keep and the Queen decided to make use of them for use in meetings and her own pleasure.

"I spoke to my husband about making Velaryon Master of Ships, but he had a mind to make Stannis Lord of Dragonstone and give him the seat. I managed to talk him out of it I believe."

"Stannis as Lord of Dragonstone? Gods that man would have been dour to the end of his days if he did that. Still, him as Master of Ships wouldn't be a bad idea. The Stormlander Fleet grew thanks to him and he has that new smuggler knight of his to advise him." He hummed.

"A Westerlander, a Valeman, and the King's own brother? Seems we're a little short on a position for a loyalist then." She mused aloud. It was Arryn's idea to push for a loyalist member of the Small Council but she had agreed with it. Now she also realized they might not just have enough seats.

"Perhaps. Let's leave the seat for Master of Ships empty for the moment. I've had Stannis organizing the Royal Fleet, or at least what's left of it, if he takes a liking to it, we might as well give it to him." He stood up and bowed, kissing the hand she outstretched, "A pleasure, as always your Grace."

She curtsied and saw him out the door. There was nothing else on schedule for today, and she was feeling a little… tired, so she decided to head to her royal chambers, after the first few whores started showing up, she had reserved a room for herself, the old room of Rhaella Targaryen. As the maids pulled the dress off of her, she shooed them away.

Now alone, the Jon part of her smiled, while the Cersei part just rolled her eyes. Taking off her smallclothes, she started to caress her body, letting all the tension and stress of the day pour out of her. As her hands drifted lower and lower, she felt all the tingling sensations. This body was both new and familiar, exhilarating and normal, all at the same time.

"My lady do you need anything of m-?" a head peeped through the door. Turning, Cersei saw that her newest handmaiden had decided to just interrupt her "exploration".

"Well, you might as well come in" She said in a voice that let off some of Cersei's natural rage.

"My-my apologies your Grace. I was just- I just wanted to." She stuttered looking down.

"You wanted to get into my good graces as fast as possible, following what you're your Lord brother asked of you. However, you should know that patience is a virtue in the eyes of the gods Alyce." The young Riverlander noble looked up, before seeing her Queen's naked body prompted her to start blushing, and she looked down again, with her face red.

Cersei raised an eyebrow at this. The Mallister noble was here at her request. She was young, beautiful, and a sister of one of the most prominent Riverlander Lords, her younger brother rode with Brandon Stark and died at the capital. All this interested Cersei. But she also seemed… interested.

Stepping forwards, the time traveler lifted the maid's head with her hand softly. "Do you… like what you see?".

"You-Your grace?" she whispered disbelievingly.

'Now this is a perk I didn't think I'd get.' Jon thought. He wouldn't complain about a chance to fuck a girl again, while Cersei was more than curious enough to encourage the behavior, and it's not like they had a chance of getting pregnant.

Leaning in, the kiss started softly, before the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms started to dominate her handmaiden's tongue. Not wishing to be outdone, the Mallister noble pushed back with some force, and both found themselves drawn to the Queen's bed, the simple Riverlander dress being easy enough to discard. As the two started to intwine, Cersei couldn't help but inwardly rejoice.

'It's good to be the Queen.' Jon smiled.

That's it for this Chapter

Been thinking about Jonsei starting to form a sort of girl group of her own, sort of paralleling Robert's whoring. Also, this is literally the most popular story I have, which I never expected tbh. Although maybe I should have expected the story most porn-like to be more popular.

I won't update regularly, but a new update might grace your screens once in a while. Ciao

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Wolf in Lion's Clothing

Chapter 6: Possibilities

Robert

The Kingswood was a magnificent forest. It stretched on for leagues, even reaching into the border of the Stormlands. And it was all his, by his right as the King. He hadn't arranged for a hunting party, just a few guards to bring with Cersei and Renly. Ser Barristan finally had sworn brothers once more, with Ser Nestor Royce, the cousin of the newly-appointed Master of Laws, and the young Ser Lyle "the Strongboar" Crakehall, the middle son of one of Lord Tywin's bannermen having taken their oaths earlier today. The young man was large for his age, being just a little older than his own goodbrother, Ser Jaime, yet almost as large as he was. He seemed capable with a sword and his wife had been reassured by a Westerlander knight being in the Kingsguard.

There were a few more members of his household, Ser Lyle's squire and Ser Nestor's own young son. Aside from that it was an intimate party. Cersei had insisted that there be as few people as possible, and he had only understood why when he met her in the Royal Stables.

Her hair was tied back into a single braid, and she had foregone her usual dresses and skirts, instead wearing some conservative riding leathers. It clung tightly to her legs and her arse, and while it covered her upper body somewhat, she definitely wouldn't want to be seen in the middle of the royal court in her current attire. She wore little makeup, giving her usually otherworldly beauty a more down-to-earth tone. He was entranced from the moment he saw her walk, her leggings showcasing the plump nature of her rear.

He had heard the whispered orders from Ser Barristan to his sworn brothers. "If I see any of you staring, you'll wish the King was the one punishing you. Keep your eyes scanning for threats, not at your Queen. Is that clear?"

He was grateful to the aging Stormlander, he doubted that it would seem proper if he made the threat himself.

She was beautiful, and somehow he was married to someone who didn't outright hate him for fucking so many whores. She was courteous, shrewd, and, sometimes, kind. But right now he was staring at her for a different reason.

She was smiling. As they raced through the wood she turned her mount expertly to dodge any large tree roots or felled trees. She looked around to see the life around them, the animals and plants that seemed to care not about them or their presence.

He had seen her smiling before of course. In court, in small council meetings, in front of other Lords and Ladies, and even in private, when they were about to have sex.

But not like this. There was no… falseness in her smile. Her eyes expressed joy and the smile reached them.

They reached a clearing, sun poured through the holes between the branches and a field of flowers filled the circular area. "Let's stop here." She said suddenly and all he could was nod his assent, waving for the guards to stop. Ser Barristan directed them towards spots that would cover the clearing from any outside intruders, human or animal.

"Oh Renly, are you having trouble?" She said suddenly, looking back to his youngest brother dismounting his smaller pony.

"Ah. No your Grace. Just not as good with horses as you or my big brothers." He meekly replied. He seemed to awkwardly say "your grace" as if he had just learned it. Likely Maester Cressen had taught him to say it when addressing his wife in preparation for this outing.

As Cersei dismounted her smile didn't disappear as she handed off the horse's reigns to a servant and walked towards the boy, who had done the same.

"Please Renly, I'm your sister. Call me Cersei when we're not at court." She said sweetly before taking his hand. "Look at this field of flowers. Why don't you look for ones you like and make a bouquet for me?"

"Alright… Cersei." He hesitated, likely remembering a lesson from Cressen on etiquette before deciding that following the orders of his Queen took precedence. "I'll get the best ones!" he exclaimed as he ran off.

She motioned towards a large tree that provided good shade and one of her handmaidens produced blankets to place on the ground, as well as a basket.

"What's this?" Robert asked, intrigued.

"Well it is almost midday." She said while pointing upwards at the warm sun. "We should have our lunch" She smiled again. He liked seeing it. That smile.

He ordered the servants to stay out of the clearing, and walked beneath the tree, where Cersei was already seated, loosening her leathers a little. He could see a substantial amount of cleavage now, but he was still transfixed on her face. Her smile hadn't left, and her eyes tracked the young boy as he slowly traipsed through the field.

He sat beside her, and she opened the basket to place a club of roast meat on a plate for him.

"I made sure the Kitchens knew to make you your favorite." She explained before getting out the other foods in the basket, more meats, some vegetables, and some bread.

"Thank you." He whispered. "I- I didn't think this was something you'd want to do." He admitted.

"What? Eating outside? I may be a Lady, but I've done this before." She rolled her eyes.

She smiled again as Renly tripped, before getting back up and waving to the two of them. "I'm alright big brother, Cersei!" he said as he picked up a particularly nice-looking daisy.

"Your smile…" He started before stopping. What was he trying to say? Damn it all, he was fine when speaking to soldiers before a battle, or seducing a tavern wench, and he didn't stutter when his wife was all courtly and business-like. So why now?

"You look beautiful." He decided to say.

She looked at him in the eyes and chuckled. "You really know how to compliment a lady Robert. I barely have any makeup, I'm wearing leathers and my hair is a mess." She seemed about to continue when he decided to cut her off.

"It doesn't matter. You're more beautiful now than the day we got married." He blurted it out without thinking.

She looked at him curiously. Red tinged her cheeks and she smiled a little, which made his stomach flutter a little. "You don't mean that." She insisted.

"No. I do." He said. He had blurted out the truth before, he would stand by the statement. "It's… It's your smile. I've never seen you smile like that." He admitted.

Her smile grew another character, a sadness he hadn't seen before.

"It's… I used to ride often. With my brother." She admitted.

"You miss him?"

"Yes. He meant so much to me." He raised his eyebrows at that, she spoke as if he was dead. The young Lannister was just at home, at Casterly Rock.

They both turned their head to see that Renly was running their way. The child stopped before them and fixed the flowers in his arm into a single bouquet. "Here you go Cersei!" he exclaimed.

"They're beautiful Renly!" She said as she took the flowers. "However can I thank you, brave knight?"

The boy puffed up a little, looking proud. "I know… I know big brother Stannis said that knights always ask for a lady's favor, or at least that's what he says Robert does! That's what I want, your favor. Whatever that is." He decided after thinking for a few moments.

She laughed. It was an angelic sound, her voice carried through the clearing. He didn't know if he had ever heard her laugh before.

"Well, who am I to deny a brave knight his favor. Come here." As the boy stopped in front of them, she kissed him on the forehead, to which he got confused and wiped his forehead.

"Is that what a favor is?" He asked confused. Then he saw that they had been eating. "Is there any food for me big brother?"

"Well-" He started.

"Yes. I made sure that some of your favorites were packed." She cut him off as she pulled out a plate of sandwiches that made his eyes go wide. "Thanks! I'm so glad you're my sister now Cersei, I've never had one before."

He hugged her and she placed the plate on his lap as she was taken aback. "I'm glad to be your sister Renly." She chuckled as she returned the hug.

'I'm… glad. Yes, glad that Jon chose her.' Robert thought with a smile. Renly seemed happy, and that made him happy as well.

Suddenly Cersei's cheeks went red, and she slowly turned her head to him, looking sheepish. Looking down at Renly, his head was resting on her breasts.

"Renly…" He started.

"They're so soft. Like pillows!" He said, with a childlike innocence.

She laughed. He laughed with her. "Alright Renly. Now eat"

The boy let go and went to sit and picked up a sandwich.

"I… I'd like to do this more Cersei. Riding out I mean. And… spending time together." Robert finally said, as a companiable silence fell on the three Baratheons.

"Mowe of dis?! Renly said, his mouth full. He looked to Cersei with pleading eyes.

She looked at him, her emerald eyes seemed filled with hope. She moved her hand to hold his. "Yes. I'd like that too."

The two smiled and finished eating in companiable silence. He wanted this, more of this. It was so different to fucking whores and tavern wenches. She was his wife, of course, and that carried certain duties with it, but sex wasn't the only thing they did. They ate together, ruled together, slept together. She didn't disappear after sex, never to be seen again unless the local brothels sent the same one again.

He felt… happy. He hadn't felt that in a long time. He had spent the last month as king burying his sorrow in the tits of black-haired whores. Lyanna a voice in his mind said, and his mind froze for a little before he made an effort and batted it away. She was dead, and he was sad, but he could be happy too. He could imagine doing what he and Cersei just did in the future, with a child that was theirs.

Their child. He smiled again as his eyes wandered to her. She held herself with poise and elegance, but could change at the drop of a coin to being a fun, enjoyable person.

His mood was high, and he could tell hers was too. The whitecloaks seemed to have straighter backs, the handmaidens giggled, Renly was smiling. This felt good. Like being King wasn't all bad.

Then they got back.

"Robert, your Grace." Jon Arryn greeted them at the stables. "Robert, we have to speak about something. Perhaps after your appointment."

"What appointment?" He asked, confused.

"One of your usual. In the bedroom near the keep entrance." He explained.

He wracked his head before realizing that he was talking about a whore.

He whipped his head around to look at his wife. Her shining emerald eyes seemed duller. Her stance was cold, her lips… she smiled no more.

"I shall be in my room, husband." The tone was cold, polite, clinical. He hated it. He hated this. She turned, Ser Lyle and her handmaidens following, while Renly had a servant bring him to his quarters.

He was angry now. Angry at her, at Jon, at the whore. He wanted to lash out, to hit someone or something.

'Why didn't I go after her?' he thought after she had walked out of sight. 'What is wrong with me? I should have told her… told her…'

'Told her what? That you'd send her away? Maybe you will, but you know it won't last. You'll go straight back to the whores after a month at most.' A dark voice in his mind lectured. His anger spiked again, and he turned to shout at Jon.

"Damn you Jon! What was- Why did- Argh!" He raged, until he finally calmed down, the rage left him. All the anger that was left was directed at himself. This was his fault, not Jon's, not hers.

"Damn it all Jon. It was- It was going so well." He sighed.

The Vale Lord looked not the least bit troubled. "I'm sure it'll be fine Robert." He assured before leaving.

As he made his way to the room where he fucked whores, his thoughts were dark, and he was quite sure things weren't going to be fine.

Jon/Cersei

"Faster!" She commanded. The beautiful blonde did as she asked, and her hand entered and exited more rapidly. Rena Lannister of Lannisport was her most loyal handmaiden and one of the few she trusted not to report this to Lord Tywin. She went back to kissing Alyce Mallister, whose hands gently and gracefully caressed her breasts.

As she arced her back and her own hands caressed the Riverlander's rear, her cousin's hand finally caused the queen to climax.

"Ahhhh" she moaned, before breathing heavily. She motioned for the two to stop.

After a few moments of recovering, staring at the bare breasts that lay before her. "Now…" Cersei breathed out, "Kiss each other." She stared lustfully as her handmaidens complied with the command.

She maneuvered her own hands on the girls' breasts, one hand on each pair. 'I want to finish one more time' Jon thought, and Cersei wholeheartedly agreed.

"Both of you. One hand each. Finish me one more time." She breathed out.

The two looked at each other before turning and placed their hands together and started to slowly push in and out of her.

While this was happening, she moved her own hands to their rears and her mouth to their mouths, taking turns kissing with one of them.

It took another few minutes to climax a second time, at which point she ordered for her room to be cleaned and her smallclothes to be brought to her, and her handmaidens complied as she sipped on a goblet of Dornish Red.

'Fucking Robert. And his fucking whores! Were the thoughts in her head. Jon and Cersei had both been surprised at the King's seemingly softer and caring nature during the trip to the Kingswood, and they were hopeful that maybe this marriage wasn't as hopeless as they thought it would be. They had been in such a good mood until Jon Arryn had arrived.

A part of his plan, they had agreed. The man didn't want them to actually like each other, else the Lannister influence on the King might be unassailable. Jon couldn't blame him too much for it, but Cersei definitely did (and Jon's own feelings aligned with her). She wanted love, or at the very least a husband that liked her, now that Jaime was back home. Jon thought that his duty would be easier if the relationship between them was better.

As she started to clean up, bathing and getting dressed in a nice emerald evening gown to wear for the dinner. Mace Tyrell and his lady wife would be dining with the royal couple this evening, and the events of the early afternoon wouldn't affect that.

Walking into the dining room, she stood beside Robert who was waiting for her, standing close enough to insinuate notions of familiarity to anyone watching.

"Cersei. I want to-"

"Not now." She whispered. "After dinner, this is important."

He nodded.

The dinner went well. Mace's wife, Alerie, formerly of the House Hightower, was the obvious smarter one of the two. Cersei knew that had she been invited, the Queen of Thorns would have led the political discussions. Still, Alerie was taking charge of the Reach side of the political conversation, and better her than Mace. The two women had made some concessions and agreements. She doubted Stannis or the Lords who had been with him at Storm's End would like some of them, but Robert gave his approval to everything in the end, trusting Cersei's own political instincts than his own.

While Alerie and Cersei spoke, she also listened to the shallower conversation between the two men.

"Ahhh. Remember Ashford? We broke the back of your army and sent you north your grace!" the Fat Flower chuckled. Robert looked about to retort, to say that it was actually the lord of Horn Hill who had beaten him, when a hand under the table went to calm him and hold his hand. While she kept her face straight, he looked to the left at his wife before one-upping the Reach Lord.

"Yes, but my brother took the whole brunt of the Reach for a year, my Lord." He asked. "Stannis is a more stalwart man than I."

The conversation turned back to taxes and tributes, and with a quick glance she could see both of them were focused on eating instead of contributing to the conversation. By the end, Robert had agreed to keep the man as Warden of the South, which made the overweight man puff up with pride.

"A great dinner, your grace. My husband and I enjoyed it very much." Alerie Tyrell curtsied.

"And you were a wonderful guests, my lord and lady." Cersei replied with grace.

Which left the King and Queen to walk in silence to their shared quarters.

As they both let out a sigh of relief as the political aspect of the day was finally over, Robert looked at her with surprisingly open eyes.

"Cersei… about earlier."

She raised her hand to stop him. "I am over it. Lord Arryn is a clever man, and it was my fault to expect more from this marriage than what we've already established." She said as she was left in her smallclothes, just like him.

"No, please. It isn't your fault, its mine. I will- I will stop. Stop whoring." He said.

The hope that they both had earlier in the day returned a little for the two inhabitants of Cersei Baratheon.

"Words are wind Robert. But… we shall see." Her voice was… unguarded. Like maybe she could trust him. Robert's face lifted a little, a small smile on his face. Then he frowned.

"Jon? What did you mean earlier, about Jon?"

She rolled her eyes. "Isn't it obvious Robert? The man ambushed us at the stables and reminded you of your "appointment" precisely because he saw us in a good mood coming back, and Gods forbid we actually have a good relationship, else Lord Lannister would have far too much influence on you." She said sarcastically.

"What- He wouldn't- he." He paused a little. "You're saying that to get me to distrust him." He accused.

"Yes. I am." Cersei admitted as she climbed into bed. "The thing is Robert, that doesn't make what I said wrong."

He had not reply, and instead stayed silent for a long few moments.

"I hate this. This politicking. It's why I left it with Jon. Now he- now I- now I'm not sure." He admitted. "I'm no good at being King… so I might as well do what I am good at." He lifted the covers that Cersei had already ensconced herself in. he grabbed her, and pulling her close to him they kissed before they engaged in the age-old act of ensuring the realm had an heir.

"You're right." Cersei breathed out as they broke the kiss for a moment. "You are good at this". Both personas within the woman were in agreement as they continued on throughout the night.

That's it for this Chapter

I think making the two seem closer is a good direction to take on, while also exploring Robert's own reasoning behind whoring and his own self-doubt as to his capability to be a good husband. With a more politically-savvy and seemingly smarter Cersei, Jon would obviously feel the need to curtail her influence in some way and keeping the relationship as distant as it is while not sabotaging the possibility to have heirs is something I think he'd try to do.

Cersei's handmaidens are few right now, but they will expand. And it will likely put Jon and Cersei at odds in the future. Right now I'm sure Robert will fail and end up whoring again, but will likely try to stop every so often. We'll see.

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Wolf in Lion's Clothing

Chapter 7: The tides of change

His eyes were sunk in deep pits, his close-cropped beard no more than a shadow across his hollow cheeks and bony jawbone. Yet there was power in his stare, an iron ferocity that told Asha this man would never, ever turn back from his course.

-Asha Greyjoy on Stannis Baratheon, from A Dance with Dragons: Chapter 42

"This is Stannis Baratheon. The man will fight to the bitter end and then some"

-Tywin Lannister to Grand Maester Pycelle, A Storm of Swords: Chapter 72

Cersei

There was something quite familiar and comforting about Stannis Baratheon. She couldn't quite place the reason why. It could be argued that the man was the same now as he would be in the future, years from now. Jon's memories were of the balding king, the last stag, with black eyes that belied the fire of his will to do his duty. The young man in front of her now was comely, not as handsome as Robert or as Renly would be. He was not a king, yet his stature was hard and firm, his hair was full, and his toned muscles belied that he was just as fit as his older brother, yet he did not enjoy the same pleasure for battle as him. It was his eyes however, that were the same. They burned with that same fire, brighter even, likely because he had not spent years working from Dragonstone in a loveless marriage and a brother who didn't care for him much.

She thought as she sat in his office near the docks, where the Lord of Storm's End spent much of his time in the capital. It was obvious to everyone in the Royal Court that the younger Baratheon would much rather be at ancestral holdfast of the Storm Kings of old, rather than at the dirty, crowded city, but unless the new royal administration decided to just keep every Targaryen official in order to keep the realm running, he and other loyal lords were taking up the brunt of the work in the meantime.

The man in question was seated across her, his attention on a report from his most loyal knight, Ser Davos Seaworth. The Knight of Onions had dropped it off before leaving the room, and while the man was younger and less greying, the man had been Jon's close ally in the future, and it made her smile to see him again.

"I have noticed Lords Velaryon and Redwyne are in the city." The Stormlord stated factually. The man had little love for courtly pretenses, something that Cersei found difficult, but Jon found quite comforting. Cersei would instinctually use her charms to get something from a man, but Jon clamped down on that, he was not a man who would fall for her allure.

"The position of Master of Ships is still officially vacant." The statement was direct without being explicit. House Velaryon had held the title for hundreds of years since the Conquest, while the Redwynes had the largest fleet in the Reach. It was obvious that the Redwynes smelled blood in the water and the Valyrian house and longtime allies of the Dragon Kings wanted to curry favor with the current administration as much as possible to defend their claim to the title.

The Nobility saw Stannis Baratheon holding the position as a temporary measure and were sure that the Stag King would choose someone to take the position from his brother soon. Even minor and lesser lords with only a single ship to their name were in the city, brandying their influence, at least as much as they had. She and Jon Arryn had spoken on it many times and were, surprisingly, in agreement. They could not agree on a single candidate, so they had instead decided to let Robert decided from a list of the best. They had given Robert three choices, the aforementioned Reach Lord, the silver-haired ally to the Targaryens, or his own brother.

The man had made a show of considering the merits of each but she was never in doubt that he would choose Stannis, and now the two were doing their best to deal with the situation. The Redwyne fleet blockaded Shipbreaker Bay during the Siege of Storm's End, it wouldn't do to reward them with the entire Royal Fleet. The Velaryons had done surprisingly little during the war. There were no large naval battles that took place, although the Hand of the King had blustered that they had attacked Gulltown during the opening months of the Rebellion, when Arryn had refused the Mad King's orders to bring him the young Stag and Wolf. Robert had crossed them off his list when he was reminded that it was their ships who protected Dragonstone and spirited away the Targaryen prince and princess.

"Robert would like you to join us for dinner this evening. Lord Velaryon will be in attendance, as will his daughter." She spoke, standing.

"I'm busy. One of the ships drifted into the harbor this morning with-"

"It was not a request my Lord." She said with a smile. "And please, I am not fool to be thrown off with a few excuses."

"My apologies." The austere lord replied after a few moments of silence. "I will attend." He said as he ground his teeth.

And that was that.

Until she heard a loud shout outside followed by sounds of a struggle. Suddenly the door was thrown open and she could see the silhouettes of three men in the doorway.

"Death to the Usuper Queen!" she heard before the three men ran toward her.

She froze. Jon Snow was a King, the former Lord Commander of the Night's Watch. Yet Cersei Lannister was a young woman barely 19 namedays old, and all she had seen of combat were tourneys of knights in gilded and shiny armor, their lances blunted and their shields perfect. These men smelled. They wore little but thin shirts and mismatched pieces of armor. Their eyes were wild. 'They're drunk' she mused, almost irrationally. She remained frozen.

There was a painful wrenching backwards and she hit the desk with her behind. Appearing in front of her, her goodbrother stood with a small knife. He intercepted the first assailant, his club sailing harmlessly past him as he dodged, before plunging the dagger into his heart. The second swung his own knife, a crude butcher's blade. The Baratheon Lord stepped forward into the man, whose drunken stance meant he couldn't react in time to the nobleman's shove backwards.

The man landed on the waiting blade of Ser Lyle Crakehall. She hadn't noticed the Westerman come in and stab the third man in the back, his blade now piercing two of them, including the man Stannis had pushed.

Stannis. He was turned to her, his eyes with concern but his face passive and guarded. He had been the one to pull her back towards the desk and towards safety.

"Are you all right your grace?" he asked. The Westerman behind him drew his blade from the carcasses and turned in a defensive posture before entering the room.

"Yes… Yes. Thank you." She whispered out before embracing the brunette Stormlord. He grunted but did not deny her.

"My apologies your grace. It was my fault. There were ten of the dogs. Three kept me busy outside, while the rest attacked Lord Stannis's men. I allowed these men in by my incompetence." Ser Lyle apologized. He wasn't bleeding but he was breathing heavily.

"No. The fault is mine. This is my office. They shouldn't have been allowed to breach it so wantonly. I shall conduct a full investigation into this your Grace." The Stormlord said.

"Cersei"

"Excuse me?"

"Cersei. You are my goodbrother, I am your family. Don't call me that, not now." She whispered while still embracing the man. Gods she hated this. She was so weak, so feeble!

"… You're safe Cersei. You're safe." Her goodbrother replied, with a softer tone than before and patting her feebly on the back with a single hand, obviously uncomfortable but genuinely wanting to help.

She heard footsteps in the hallway and steeled herself. She let the panic flow from her and took a deep breath before releasing the temporary master of ships.

As Ser Davos appeared in the doorway with, presumably, one of his sons and a bloody sword she resumed her queenly posture.

"No Ser Lyle. How can I fault the man who helped to protect me? You did much for me and for that I thank you." She smiled sweetly at the Westerlander and she could swear his cheeks tinged red underneath the Kingsguard helmet.

"Goodbrother, I thank you for saving my life. My husband and I could not ask for a more faithful and steadfast Lord than you." She smiled at the man genuinely. "Now, I ask that I be escorted back to the Red Keep, and that the King be informed."

The next hour was a blur. One of Stannis's men was dead, a loyal man whose family would be given a pension, if not by the crown, then by Stannis's own coffers. Cersei had assured him that he would speak to the Master of Coins herself to secure it. A few Baratheon Men-at-Arms and Ser Lyle cleared the road for her palanquin, with Stannis and his own personal men accompanying her.

In the Red Keep, she waited in her Solar with Stannis. Robert wasn't anywhere to be found and she was worried. "I felt so scared Stannis. Like… Like the Stranger had come for me." She admitted after gulping a goblet of Dornish Red. An unladylike action, but if Cersei couldn't trust her own goodbrother, who could she trust?

"Peace Cersei. The Stranger has not come for you yet. Perhaps after a long life surrounded by your children and grandchildren, but not today, and not soon…" the man said awkwardly. He was never the most sociable man, but he at least made the effort.

"Where is Robert? Do you think they attacked him as well?" She was spiraling into the abyss of panic.

"Ser Barristan would never allow anything to harm him, and Ser Nestor Royce is a capable knight." Stannis spoke up, seeing what was happening. "Focus on what you know. The Grand Maester is coming. He will check on you and see if you are well. Robert is fine, you know as well as I do that he could take care of drunken attackers any day."

She calmed a little. The man's singular tone helped to calm her in a strange way. He barely let any emotion through, like a commander who never stopped acting like he was on battlefield.

"Your Grace? It is the Grand Maester who has come to see to you." Ser Lyle Crakehall's voice chimed in through the doorway.

"Please. Allow him inside."

The old man doddered his way inside with an unusual amount of speed. "Your Grace! Do you feel alright?" He asked, concerned. The master was a Lannister man through and through, which Cersei was very much thankful for sometimes.

"The assailants were not able to touch me, thanks to the valiant efforts of Ser Lyle and of my goodbrother." The older man just nodded and beckoned her to sit down while he made some examinations.

It took a few minutes of poking and prodding before the Grand Maester seemed to perk up and look at her thoughtfully.

"Your grace, have your breasts been more tender lately?" The sudden question seemed to make Stannis go a little red in the face and attempt to excuse himself.

"Actually, they have been feeling a little sore lately when I touch them. Is something the matter? What does this have to do with the attack?" Cersei asked, a little worried.

"Well. It doesn't have anything to do with the attack your grace, however-"

The maester was cut off by the slamming open of the door, which startled Stannis enough for him to place his hand on his sword hilt, until he saw who it was.

"Cersei!" The King bellowed as he entered the room abruptly almost knocking the grand maester over in his surprise.

The Baratheon king moved over to her with a worried expression before addressing the Grandmaester. "I heard what happened. Is she hurt?"

"The 'She' you speak of is right here Robert. Do not speak about me while I'm right here." Cersei said with a little annoyance in her voice. Thought their relationship had been getting better, there were still moments where Robert was a grating influence on both aspects of Cersei.

"You are completely healthy my lady, there seems to be no effect the attack had on you-"

"Thanks to Stannis." Cersei interrupted with a smile and a nod towards the younger Baratheon, whose only response was turning his head to hide his blush. Robert looked at the two with a strange look.

"Yes, of course. Thanks to Lord Stannis and Ser Lyle." The Lannister toady finished. "But there is something else that I noticed during my examination."

"Well?! What is it man?!" Robert asked as the grandmaester took a few moments to continue. Cersei wondered whether the old man routine was an act or a genuine disabling feature of the maester. The man was actually old after all. Even so, the man was still capable enough to provide medical aid to the Royal Family, and both aspects within Cersei were just as impatient as Robert to know if there was something wrong with her.

"The Queen is pregnant." He finished with a harrumph.

The silence in the room was deafening for the next few moments, only broken when Robert whooped and grabbed his wife by the shoulders.

"Pregnant! Cersei you're pregnant!" He stood around and grabbed his brother by the shoulders and gave him a hug. The normally emotionless Stannis Baratheon was too stunned to complain.

'Pregnant' The word bounced around the shared mind within Cersei, and something seemed to snap. There was a stinging pain in his head. Her head. Their head. He put a hand to her head now and tried to grab at the source, only for his head to hurt even more, a ringing noise now appearing in her ears. His ears. No. Her ears.

'Gods. What is happening?' The Queen thought. The queen's body started to feel faint and started wavering to the sides, darkness started to take over his, no, her vision. Robert rushed to support his wife as she fell unconscious, the dark abyss giving her a blissful respite from the pain.

"Cersei! Cersei!"

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Jon

The first thing he noticed was that he was lying down on sand.

A strange thing, sand. So akin to snow and yet so different, he had only seen it a few times. There was sand on Dragonstone and on the Isle of Faces, but he had little time to inspect the strange stuff at the times he had been on the islands. The shores of the North were clifflike, with few places to make landings, like the White Knife near White Harbor, the western shores under House Glover’s protection, and some parts of the Flint’s Finger. He had no doubt that some of his cousins had gone to see them, Robb and Sansa had been taken on visits to many a Northern House while their bastard brother had to stay at Winterfell.

He sat up and rubbed his fingers through some of it, watching as it fell through and down onto the rest of the uncountable grains.

The second thing he noticed was that he was a man again. Strangely enough, he had gotten quite used to not having a cock, that he hadn’t been immediately relieved at having his own back. He was wearing some light clothes, barely enough to be counted as smallclothes.

He grunted a little as he stood and took a good look around. To the South he saw a giant mountain fortress, for it could only be called a fortress with its multiple battlements and towers, jutting out of a large mountainous rock. He had never seen it before, but he was quite sure that this was Casterly Rock. It fit the description, although he expected more lion statues.

He looked outwards, towards the setting sun. The sun seemed to kiss the oceans, turning the water into a warm orange instead of the usual deep blue.

“Pretty sight isn’t it.” He turned immediately towards the voice.

A blonde woman lay in the sand, silk towels stretched out like a mattress to provide her comfort. Her body was like a blonde goddess’s, her curves were like the sand dunes of Dorne, her hair flowed like a river of gold, and her azure green eyes seemed to pierce his own with an intense focus.

“Although you’re more into redheads if I recall correctly.”

His eyes widened when he finally recognized who she was.

“Cersei?”

She was young. The woman he met in that future in Winterfell was an older woman, a mother of three, whose beauty, while still worthy of its fame, was not as radiant as the beauty of the younger woman before him.

The woman whose body he had been thrust into was a beauty worthy of legend. And here she was in front of him.

“Where are we?” He asked as he walked towards her.

“Our mind, I believe. I think you couldn’t handle the news.” She said with a scoff. “Motherhood is something shocking after all.”

Oh. Jon remembered now.

“This is the first time we’ve, well, spoken.” He said with a blush as he realized just how few clothes she was wearing.

“Hmm. Perhaps stealing my body has something to do with that.”

He frowned. “It wasn’t my idea. It was just-“

“It was just thrust upon you, yes. I’ve seen your memories. When you first arrived, it was all I could experience. Quite a life you’ve lived, isn’t it Jon Snow?”

He stilled. He hadn’t seen any of her memories. He was honestly just improvising whenever he interacted with someone from Cersei’s past, or when the presence he felt in his mind decided to nudge him in a proper direction.

“Why are we here?” He got down to business.

“I wouldn’t know. It’s your body now after all. Your mind. Your child.” She said with an airy tone.

“The beach on the sunset sea close to Casterly Rock isn’t a memory of mine, but yours.” He countered.

Her glare was piercing.

“And what do you mean my child?” He asked hesitantly. “It’s yours, it is your body after all.”

“Your child. How can a dead woman have a child?” She said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“You’re not dead.”

Those were the wrong words to say. Cersei rose with anger evident in her eyes and she looked at him as if he was stupid.

“And what would you call me then? My body is no longer mine, my mind is open to a stranger, my life torn into pieces and made into a plaything for you to manipulate. Cersei Lannister is dead.” She said without emotion, as if she had gone through all this in her head and was now just parroting what conclusion she had reached. “It is you who makes love to the King, you who rejected my brother, you who now makes decisions as to who rules the realm. I am dead.”

He raised his eyebrow. He didn’t truly think about it in that manner. Had he killed her when he had arrived in the past?

“I… I would argue against that. I felt your presence in my- our mind. Just yesterday you guided me when I was having trouble with a Riverlord. You are not dead Cersei.”

It felt strange to be arguing with a woman who had caused so much suffering in his family in that future he had witnessed. That future that must never be.

“Yes, my mind is your tool now, my instincts just something to be used when you feel the need. How nice.”

He didn’t know much about Cersei, but he did know she was a prideful person. “Why are you giving up? The Cersei I met may have been vicious and ruthless but she never gave up.”

“How dare you?” She asked with rage. The winds blew and the sand flew, and suddenly they were no longer on that beach in the Westerlands.

They were in a wooden hut, dilapidated and dull, its wood rotten and the smell foul.

“Will the king and I have children?” A young child, blonde and green eyed asked.

“Oh, aye. Six-and-ten for him, and three for you. Gold shall be their crowns and gold their shrouds, she said. And when your tears have drowned you, the valonqar shall wrap his hands about your pale white throat and choke the life from you.” She was answered by and old woman, withered and pale.

Their surroundings broke like glass, shards falling into nothingness as they were surrounded by nothing but white.

“It all came true. That future you came from, those horrible memories you brought with you.” There were tears in her eyes now. “Robert went whoring, I cheated on him with Jaime, and my children died. They all died. I buried all of them. The valonquar, my little brother. I always thought it would be that little monster that killed my mother but instead it was Jaime. My twin, my other half. I might as well be dead Jon Snow, I might as well be crows food.”

The tears flowed like a stream, and before he knew what he was doing he was walking forwards to embrace her. He saw clearly now. She was not the old bitter woman he knew. She was just a girl. Not even 20 namedays old. She was a girl who tried so hard not to think about that night, not to give in to the despair of that prophecy.

One of his hands grasped the back of her head, the silky hair flowed like water around his fingers. Her tears were wet upon his chest, but he paid that no mind.

“It’s ok. It’s ok.” He tried to soothe her.

“No it’s not! It’s not!” She cried out as she let out sobs.

“It won’t happen. Not now, not while I’m here.” He whispered. She looked so vulnerable, so unalike the Cersei he had known in that future, the Cersei he saw in the mirror as he woke.

“I’m here to change things, remember?” He started.

“You’re here to save the world from monsters, not to help me.” She responded with a desperate voice.

“And why can’t I do both? Why can’t I help you?” He asked genuinely. “Things are changing, remember? Robert isn’t whoring too often. You are pregnant with his child, not Jaime’s. That prophecy is null and void, those words are nothing but wind.”

Her tears abated a little and she stepped back to look at him in the eyes.

“But it’s not me who shall live that life, it shall be you.”

“No. We can live it together. That child in your belly, it’ll be yours. Your child. Your babe.”

She was silent for a long time, just staring at him, trying to see if there was a drop of dishonesty in his eyes.

He hoped she wouldn’t find any.

“Why me?” She whispered. “Why was I chosen to be your… your vessel.”

He shrugged and gave her a sad smile. “The Gods only know.”

The scene shifted to one that he knew intimately, his heart clenched as he recognized the smell of her.

“Ygritte.” He said unconsciously. They were in the cave.

“This was one of my favorite of your memories.” Cersei spoke as she took a step next to him, watching as his younger self and the first woman to steal his heart spoke softly to each other.

“I feel as though I should never have left this cave.” What use was there to hide his feelings from one who could feel what he felt, remember what he remembered? They shared a body and a mind now.

“I feel like I should never have left Casterly Rock, never left those days with Jaime and my mother, never left those sandy beaches, the buildings of Lannisport, the comfort of home.” She whispered.

The scene faded away as his younger self kissed the redheaded wildling.

“But we left them. Those places, those times, they are gone to us. For better or worse, the only way now is forward.” He spoke with conviction. More conviction than he felt if he was being honest.

She looked at him hesitantly before she gently took his hand in hers. “You could do away with me in an instant. You’re older, wiser, a warrior. I’m just an annoyance to you.”

The words were harsh, but if he was being honest, they weren’t entirely untruthful either.

Had the woman beside him been the Cersei he knew, been the woman who caused suffering because she felt like it made her more powerful, more like her father, he wouldn’t hesitate to kill her.

But she wasn’t.

She was a young woman who stood staring at the man who she couldn’t be invulnerable to. Strangers may see her tough, beautiful exterior, but only Jon Snow could peer behind that veil into the inner workings of Cersei Lannister.

And he saw was a scared little girl. Oh, she could be vicious and ruthless at a moment’s notice, but right now she was unsure and wary of everything, her world was gone, its foundations shaken. And, for a moment, he could swear he saw auburn hair and crystal blue eyes, the eyes of a young woman torn down and brought to desperation by the devastation wrought by others, a young woman who had no choice but to be ruthless and vicious when needed, a young woman who, at her core, had been as scared and unsure as the blonde in front of him.

He grasped her hand tighter and gave a genuine smile.

“I’m no monster. And I need you.” He said truthfully. “You are Cersei Lannister, a proud Lion and there’s nothing that you should change. I’m… I’m a killer, I’ve tried my best but I’m a killer who tries to keep his oaths.” He gave her a shrug. “If you can help me to save the realm, save my family, and yours, then we’ll live a life worth living.”

Her crisp green eyes seemed to fill with hope and, as if she couldn’t trust her voice, she nodded.

He brought her closer and tucked a stray hair behind one of her ears. There was a connection here. He wasn’t quite sure if it was a real one, or one manufactured by circumstances, but it was there.

“The Gods brought us together and we have to live a life together. Raise a child, an heir to the throne. Deal with troublesome lords, gossiping ladies, and with monsters from our worst nightmares.” She let out a laugh at the way he said it, which made him smile. He liked the way she laughed.

“Deal with Robert, Jon Arryn, and anyone else.” She continued his words. “Perhaps I should be glad Lady Catelyn never went to the capitol, it would ruin our reputation.” She said with a knowing tone that just made him raise an eyebrow in confusion.

At his unspoken question she giggled before answering. “Ygritte, Sansa. Both redheads. So is that Mallister girl. I wonder why you’re so obsessed?”

He could tell that his face was flushed. “I do not think of Lady Catelyn that way!”

She laughed. Her laugh was so melodious and devoid of all that anxiety and anger from earlier. She seemed like any other girl.

“If you say so.” She finished, before taking a serious pause. “Can we do it?”

He paused before giving her a nod. “I think so. It’s worth it. After all, I still haven’t seen that sunset in person.”

She smiled before responding. “And I want to see Winterfell myself. I want to feel snow, not just in your memories but in person.” It sounded like something a carefree young woman would say.

Their eyes didn’t break contact as he leaned in, and she tiptoed.

When their lips met, their eyes closed to the world.

And when he opened them again, he was once more a woman.

“Cersei! You’re awake.” Robert came bounding over at a run from his place by the windowsill. Stannis and Renly stood just a few meters from him.

She was.

And, surprisingly, there was little inner turmoil that she once had. Jon tried to find where he ended and Cersei began and found no seams.

‘Well you might as well greet our husband Jon’ a voice seemed to say.

She felt… more whole. After Jon had arrived there was always some sort of conflict, some sort of inner rumblings that brough her difficulty. Now?

She still felt like two people in one body, but it was like… Instead of being in competition, they were working together, like every movement was a decision made with the consent of both parties.

“I…” She brought her eyes to the concern-filled face of the King of the Seven Kingdoms.

“I’m with child.” She said emotionally, and the dam broke as the feeling of acceptance filled her.

She was pregnant. She was whole.

She was content.

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Jon Arryn

He didn’t like her.

The Queen was too bright for his taste. She knew when to push to get her way and which battles to lose. Her green eyes seemed to notice numerous things, and often, whenever he let a matter drop to the side in favor of focusing on a more urgent one, the Hand of the King would find later that the issue was resolved through her meddling.

It irritated him immensely, not because he was afraid of another player in the capitol who operated with a comparable influence, but because she acted exactly like he didn’t think she would.

Oh sure, Tywin Lannister’s influence in the capitol slowly rose as positions were filled with Westerlander nobles, businesses were bought by Lannister gold, and smallfolk fed through the food brought by the negotiations of the Lannister Queen. But Lannister influence could have risen much faster, and the Lord of the Eyrie was puzzled as to why she failed to do so.

Half the time she did something, she failed to do what her father would want, resolving issues with a keen eye and a judicious mindset.

Just the other day, a Riverlord who had sought his advice on some trivial border dispute had left the city early, and he received the news that he had resolved his differences with his neighbor and would work together to build up the land and its properties. He was connected to the Lannisters, but his neighbor hated Tywin with a passion. She had done nothing to help him personally but instead pushed for cooperation.

The Head of House Arryn hadn’t seen firsthand how she dealt with other lords, but he had his connections to fill him in. She utilized her womanly weapons with ease; her smile, her laughter, small touches on the shoulder and arms, and the dresses she wore all helped to make Lords large and small want to do what she said. She meant nothing real by it; his people had assured him that there was no way the King didn’t father her child. No men followed her to her rooms, except for a member of the Kingsguard sometimes, and he trusted them explicitly. Ser Lyle Crakehall didn’t seem like her type either. Her charm was used only in service of getting what she wanted.

“But what does she want?” He mused aloud as he walked the halls of Maegor’s holdfast. He was heading in the direction of his chambers.

The Queen was very unpredictable. He idly wondered if he could convince his wife to befriend her before abandoning that idea. Lysa was so shy and demure that he wondered if perhaps she could even talk to anyone who wasn’t someone she knew from her childhood. She barely spoke any words to him, even in bed, aside from the pleasantries expected from a noble Lady.

As he opened the door to the expansive area that housed the Hand’s private chambers, among several other rooms that were at his disposal, he paused and stiffened as he heard laughter echoing from the balcony, the largest one on the tower.

He had guards stationed throughout the Tower of the Hand, which meant that whoever this was likely not an intruder, or at least they had to be one that was very skilled.

He cautiously made his way out to the balcony that overlooked the city, giving its occupants a beautiful view of the docks and the bay.

The pieces fit together in his mind as soon as he caught a glimpse of a White cloaked guard standing at attention near the doorway.

“And your sister? Have you heard from her?” The melodious voice of the Queen asked, her voice tinged with genuine curiosity.

Ser Lyle Crakehall gave him an almost imperceptible nod and allowed him through, it was his Tower after all.

“Y-yes. Catelyn has written me from Winterfell. She gave birth some months ago and is still recovering. But she tells me that she is becoming quite taken with the North. I confess that I don’t understand much how she can stand the cold, but she has been preparing to be Lady of Winterfell for a long time.” He heard his wife’s voice come out, almost unsure, but much more confident than anything he’d ever heard from her.

He coughed politely as he came into view of the two women, whom he could now see were sharing tea on the outdoor table, snacks spread on the wooden surface. They seemed relaxed, comfortable even.

“Ah. My Lord Hand.” Cersei greeted.

“Husband. You’ve returned.” His wife spoke the rote greeting softly. “I-I invited the Queen over for tea.” She spoke the second sentence with more confidence, and a glance at the other woman. She returned that glance with a small smile.

Jon did not like where this was going.

“Of course. I am glad to see that you two are getting along. My Tower is, of course, open to you your Grace.” He said, bowing slightly.

The allure of her smile was not lost to him, even as he felt like the prey of a lioness on the hunt. He watched as she absent-mindedly pushed a lock of blonde hair behind her ear, the action seemed so innocuous but made him stir a little. His foster son was a lucky man.

“Please join us. Your Lady wife and I were just discussing some matters of family. Unless you’re too busy? I would hate to impede your service to my husband.”

“Of course not.” It was not a request he could refuse without good reason. “I would be glad to join the two of you.

A servant brought up another seat for him and he avoided letting out a groan as he let his old bones rest.

“Tea? It’s a remarkably refreshing blend from Dorne, with lemons and the like. I found it in Princess Elia’s stores.” The Queen asked politely, as a servant poured the hot beverage into a new cup for him.

He nodded and gave his thanks before taking a small sip. Poison would be a nonsensical course of action for her right now, and who else would be blamed if he died of it? It was a fruity blend that his taste buds quite enjoyed. It made him feel less old than he was.

He observed his wife taking another sip before putting on her normal passive expression.

“Husband. I… I approached the Queen because of the news I received.” The Queen gave Lysa a comforting smile and placed a hand on hers. This seemed to bolster the Riverlander as she gained a small smile before turning to face him. “The Grandmaester has confirmed that… that I am with child.”

His heart almost stopped as the gears in his mind stopped focusing on the Queen and whatever scheme she was playing at and instead shifted to his young wife.

“You are pregnant? He is sure?” He managed to get the words out.

She nodded and a small smile appeared on her face. “Y-yes. He was quite sure of it. He says I am likely further along than the Queen, that I had myself examined late.”

Jon’s mind spiraled a little. She had been more attentive in recent days. More concerned during their nights together. He acted only out of a sense of duty, to his Lordship and to the name of his family, and she only out of a sense of duty to her husband, at least before the increase in her attentions.

He wanted an heir of course, and this was wondrous news.

“This is incredible. Wondrous even!” He brought his hand to hers and she flinched only slightly at the contact, before consciously giving him a smile. They weren’t the closest couple of nobles in Westeros, he had seen many more who gave each other cold shoulders and slept in lonely beds. He still added a mental reminder to himself to make more of an effort.

“Yes.” She said confidently. “I… I hoped to make friends with the Queen. She and I will be going through this experience together after all. It’s why I invited her to tea with me.”

Jon tried not to let his worry show on his face. The fact that she had gone to the queen first with the news of the pregnancy, the fact that she felt insecure about their marriage, hurt. He knew that at the very least, Cersei’s comforting smile and hand seemed to give his wife strength after all. It seems the Queen was making a new move in the game, and while he understood that marriage was always part of the game, he didn’t expect her to openly try to steal someone who should have been a confidante.

“Of course. Of course! I am sure you both will find much comfort in having each other for support.” He hoped the joy in his voice sounded more real than it felt.

“I’m beyond excited. Will the two of you join us for supper tonight? Robert and I would love the company.” Cersei spoke up again. “I have also made sure that some of the servants in the kitchens have been taught about anything that might affect the pregnant.”

Lysa turned to him with eyes that pleaded, not that she needed to. It was a royal invitation. Not even the Hand could refuse without a good excuse.

“Of course. I would be glad to, your grace.” Cersei’s smile seemed to grow brighter somehow.

They turned to different matters then, smaller ones, the women talking about their siblings.

“Oh, but Renly has been a dear. He has been very excited for the babe. I hear that your brother is the same age?”

“Yes. Edmure is young. I… I have not spent as much time with him as I’d like.” He’s an annoying young brat he mentally translated. The child was a little annoying. Hopefully Hoster raised him right enough until he was ready to inherit Riverrun.

“Family is very important. Does he look like you? In looks, my husband and his brothers are all so similar, but the difference of temperament between him and Stannis might as well be the size of the sunset sea. Was Robert always so… brash?” Cersei directed that last question at him. He finished his tea, giving him time to think of something as his wife described the young Edmure’s looks.

He gave off some innocent stories of Robert and his time in the Eyrie, avoiding any mention of his more… amorous adventures.

The conversation flowed lightly from then, and he kept up the courtesies.

“I must prepare for dinner, your grace.” Lysa spoke. It was a good time to leave, of course. There were no doubt duties that he had to get to that Quill, his most capable man, had waiting for him.

The trio gave their polite goodbyes and he brought Lysa up to their private quarters.

“I… I am glad that we did this.” Lysa spoke so softly he might not have heard had there been any noise. “It felt… nice.”

He could see an opportunity when he saw one. “I am glad. I know that our… arrangement was not what you thought you would have in life, but I am willing to make it work if you are, Lysa.” He called her by her first name and when she turned around to look at him, she seemed to draw in some courage before responding.

“Yes… Jon. I would like that.” He gave a chaste kiss on her cheek, which she did not react to. A good sign. She usually flinched. “Cersei has been encouraging me these past months to… get closer to you.”

He hoped no visible sign of anger showed on his face as he bid her goodbye and left the room.

She was getting much too comfortable with her position. The fact that the Queen now sought to supplant his support base by befriending his wife…

He let his anger subside as he took to his duties. Paperwork was the bane of all rulers, and Robert got off very easily, considering that Jon took over most of the responsibilities.

Of course, he now had a surprise dinner with the Royal couple to deal with. He cut short a few meetings to adapt to the new change in his schedule before getting dressed in a smart-looking tunic of his house colors, his wife wearing a dress that blended the light blues of Arryn with the darker blues of Tully. She looked… nice.

“You look nice, dear.” Yes, it was still awkward between them. But instead of staying silent like she usually did, his lady wife gave a small smile and whispered: “thank you.”

As they entered the hall, ushered in by one of the Queen’s handmaidens, he saw that Robert was whispering into his wife’s ears as they sat on the table. The Queen reacted demurely but was whispering back as well.

“Jon! When Cersei told me the news, I was so excited!” Jon let out a genuine smile when he heard his foster son’s greeting. He did love Robert dearly. He and Ned were the closest thing he had ever had to sons.

“Robert. Your Grace.” He bowed a little in greeting.

“Your Graces.” Lysa curtsied somewhat.

“None of that here! We’re all family now, aren’t we!” Robert said with some joy. Jon raised an eyebrow at that. He seemed a little too optimistic about how nobles acted around each other. Probably just the joy of a parent with a child on the way. After all, he was on his third wife, and Lysa was not the first to say they were bearing his child, only for the joy to be taken from him abruptly, along with the noble lady herself being taken by the Stranger. He knew full well the elation one can get from hearing that his wife was with child.

As they sat for dinner, Jon’s eyes were drawn to the way that Lysa seemed to look to the Queen for support, for guidance. One of her hands drew to his own, yet only after one of the Queen’s held Robert’s.

“And then Stannis said that he’d think about it. Him! Take a wife! I never thought I’d see the day.” Robert finished his story as he bit into more of the salted beef. “How did those two meet anyway?”

“I introduced Lord Stannis to Lord Velaryon’s daughter just the other day, dear.” Queen Cersei spoke up. “The girl is dutiful and I asked Stannis to take the matter under consideration. The Velaryons have been Masters of Ships for generations. To have yours marry one would give your brother, and therefore you, more legitimacy.”

It was a smart ploy. Jon only regretted that he had not thought of it first.

“Jon. What do you think of the affair?” Lysa’s hands seemed to become clammy and nervous as Robert directed the question towards him but Jon paid her no mind.

“A good plan. Let us hope it pans out, your grace.” He nodded to the Queen as she took a demure bite of her pheasant. It was best to tacitly support the notion right now. It seemed almost waste of Stannis’s marriage prospects, considering that the Reachmen and the Dornish would no doubt try their level best to infiltrate the Royal Family, the former for influence and the latter for intrigue.

The matters they talked about shifted to lighter topics until, finally, the royal couple thought it was best to retire.

“A splendid dinner. We must do this more often.” Cersei’s charming smile and demeanor almost got through to Jon, but he simply gave her a polite smile.

“Indeed. It was good to see you again Robert. Running the realm has kept me ever so busy, perhaps your wife should visit the Tower more often to socialize with mine. I’m sure that she will appreciate lightening the load of her duties of course.”

Lysa’s eyes seemed to light up even as Cerseis’s eyes briefly betrayed her panic. Being cooped up in the Tower of the Hand with Lysa and whoever Jon had to keep an eye on them would not be something she liked.

“That’s a good idea. I’d love it if our wives could get together. Cersei?” Robert responded with his usual eagerness.

“We shall have to see.” She said, her tight smile still seeming to all the world as brilliant as usual.

“Yes. We shall.”

Jon Arryn was not out of this fight. Not yet. Cersei Lannister would do well to not underestimate him in the slightest.