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Cersei could make out the ramparts of Winterfell in the near distance. Its spires and turrets jutting out over its high walls like some ugly, misshapen beast. The grey clouds looming over matched the dour colours of the surrounding landscape and the castle in the distance. Everything about the north was unpleasant and cold. She had been dragged away from the warmth and comfort of King’s Landing in the south, to go on this wretched expedition to the far north, thanks to the wishes of her beloved husband King Robert Baratheon and the recently deceased Hand of the King, Jon Arryn. Arryn’s death was a blessing, though she had no hand in it. He had gotten too close to the truth, that would’ve damned her and her family. Now Robert seeks his best friend Ned Stark, the honourable Warden of the North, to replace Arryn as Hand. Cersei had no love for Stark, though she in a way, reluctantly respected his code of honour. It was this honour that she feared most, and what might compel him to follow the trail that Jon Arryn had started. She knew Stark had no interest in southern politics, and she greatly hoped he would refuse. Though Robert was nothing if not persistent, and rarely took “no” for an answer.
“Mother I can see Winterfell!” Tommen, her youngest son, said excitedly beside her, looking out the carriage window. “It really does look as big and frightful as it does in the tales.”
‘Yes “frightful” is one way of putting it,’ Cersei mused to herself.
“Are we finally there mother?” She felt stirring beneath, as Myrcella roused herself. She had been sleeping, with her head on her mother’s lap for the last few hours.
“Yes child, we’re nearly there.” Cersei gently assured. ‘Thankfully, I can barely stand being in this damned carriage any longer.’
“HURRY UP, LET’S GET THERE BEFORE MY ASS BREAKS!” Cersei heard someone bellow outside, not too far behind the carriage. Somone she was all too familiar with. Robert had mercifully declined to ride in the carriage with them, firstly because he was so fat, he would probably topple the whole thing, and she also was saved from having to listen to his drunken prattle. Robert decided to ride on his horse in the procession to appear kinglier. Joffrey, her firstborn, also rode on his horse at the forefront, so he would seem like the strong lion that he was. ‘He will be a far stronger king than you ever were Robert.’ Cersei thought with a dark smile.
It wasn’t long before they proceeded under the great black iron gates, that swallowed them like a gaping maw, and they entered the den of the wolves.
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Jon Snow stood next to Theon Greyjoy, a row behind the front, where his father Ned Stark, the Stark children and Lady Stark stood waiting patiently, though he could see Arya and Sansa bickering over something trivial. The whole household of Winterfell, including all the house guard and servants, were awaiting the King’s imminent arrival. This was the most significant event to occur here since the day King Robert whisked his father away to crush the Greyjoy rebellion. The reason why the Greyjoy standing next to him was there in that moment.
“How fat do you think the king is Snow?” Theon whispered next to him.
“Shut up.” Jon whispered back.
Theon sniggered. “If he’s as fat as they say he is, he might be arriving on an elephant.”
“Don’t say something stupid that someone might hear.” Jon hissed.
“Or what? Will they behead me? Don’t worry that might still happen if the king has his way”. Theon said with a cold chuckle, causing Jon to wearily shake his head. There wasn’t much love loss between them, though they shared some common ground – both had noble blood, yet Jon was a bastard and Theon a ward from another great house - who was for all intents and purposes, a captive. Neither could rise any higher in the Stark household, yet they had to serve Lord Stark faithfully. Jon was ashamed of his bastard status, something that Lady Stark cruelly reminded him every day – though he greatly admired his father and had close relationships with most of the Stark children. Something that he was sure Theon did not share, with the exception of Robb, the eldest Stark child.
The king’s procession began to trickle through into the inner courtyard, before the gathered Stark host, making Jon break out of his thoughts. At the front were two Lannister guards bearing the Lion banner, and two Baratheon’s bearing the proud stag. Behind them riding on a horse was what Jon guessed to be prince Joffrey, a thin but tall boy with golden hair, bright blue eyes and what looked like the hint of a sneer on his smile.
“Robb’s right, the prince does look like a royal prick.” Theon whispered next to him.
“Shhh!” Jon said quickly.
Behind Joffrey was a large imposing figure in black armour, and a vicious looking dog shaped helm.
“That’s the prince’s personal guardsman, the Hound.” Jon heard Arya whisper to Sansa at the front.
“Will you shut up.” Sansa whispered back, making Jon smile. Arya always knew how to irk Sansa.
A few more guards entered in orderly fashion, and then an ornate carriage made of rich dark wood rolled in, which Jon imagined the king or queen were in. But then a large, bearded man rode in from behind, flanked by the golden armour and white cloaks of two Kingsguard. The man wore a long dark fur cloak, and a stare that looked intensely at everyone gathered – which didn’t take one much to realise was King Robert Baratheon. ‘He’s certainly a large man, but he has the presence of a king’ Jon thought. He paused his horse in front of them for a moment before dismounting. Ned Stark knelt, and everyone behind him followed his lead. Robert came forward to stand before Ned Stark, and then extended a hand which he gestured upward once, indicating for Ned to rise. Lord Stark did so and everyone else once again did as he did.
“You got fat.” Robert said with a straight face. There was an awkward pause, before both Ned and Robert broke into laughter and hugged like old friends. It was a warming sight to see.
“Caaaaat!” Robert said loudly after breaking away from Ned, before giving Catelyn Stark a short hug and kiss. Robert then proceeded to greet each of the Stark children, starting with Robb who stood handsomely and assured as the eldest son, before going on to
Sansa, Arya, Bran and then little Rickon whom he patted on the head.
“Nine years!” Robert boomed, standing before Ned once again. “Why haven’t I seen you? Where the hell have you been?!”
“Guarding the North for you, your Grace.” Ned said with a smile. “Winterfell is yours.”
Whilst the two men were reconnecting, the door to the carriage swung open, and a strikingly beautiful woman stepped out. Hair as golden as the sun, emerald eyes, wearing a crimson dress with light brown furs over the top – this couldn’t be anyone else but Cersei Lannister, the queen. Jon could fully believe the notion of her being the most beautiful woman in the seven kingdoms.
She came forward to stand before Ned Stark, and slowly extended her hand. Ned took it and kissed it gently. “My queen,” he said to her, bowing his head.
“My queen.” Catelyn Stark echoed with a smile and gave a graceful curtsey. The queen seemed satisfied with the greetings, though her eyes appeared to be scanning everyone curiously and cautiously. ‘Much like a lioness eyeing its prey,’ Jon couldn’t help but perceive. Cersei’s eyes suddenly landed on him, which caught him off guard. She appeared to be piercing him for a moment, and he couldn’t help but glance away, feeling like a fool. When he looked back, her gaze was elsewhere.
In the background one of the Kingsguard took his golden helm off, to reveal an incredibly handsome face and long flowing hair the same colour as the armour he wore. He looked about with a knowing smirk, as if he found the whole proceeding a source of amusement.
“That’s Jaime Lannister the Kingslayer!” Arya whispered excitedly to Sansa.
“Will you please shut up!” Sansa whispered frustratingly back, cheeks going nearly as red as the dress Cersei wore.
“Show me to your crypt.” Robert suddenly interjected, standing to the right of the courtyard near the crypt entrance. “I want to pay my respects.”
“We’ve been riding for a month, my love.” Cersei said with little evidence of genuine affection. “Surely the dead can wait?”
“Ned.” Robert said, before entering the Crypt without another word.
Ned shuffled awkwardly, looked back to the queen, and followed Robert into the Crypt. The rest stood in place, awaiting upon the queen.
“Where is the imp?” Arya asked Sansa, perhaps a little too loudly, as Cersei heard and scowled over to the girls, causing Sansa to look down with an embarrassed expression. The queen then turned and walked over to Jaime Lannister.
“Where is our little brother?” She asked her other brother. The Kingslayer simply smirked and shrugged. “Go and find the little beast.”
Jaime rolled his eyes and then wandered off into the direction of Winter Town, the town settlement just outside the castle, where the alehouses and brothels were.
“I think we all know where the imp is.” Theon stated with a chuckle next to Jon. Tyrion Lannister did have an infamous reputation as a drinker and frequent whorehouse attendant.
“Your grace, allow me to show you to your quarters. You must tell me all about your journey.” Catelyn Stark, said with all the politeness she could conjure. Jon had seen too much of the nasty side of her to know when she was being genuine or not.
“Yes, that would be welcome Lady Stark, the journey has been long and tiresome.” Cersei stated as the queen’s attendants began unloading the carriage box and bringing her belongings. Everyone began to break formation and assume their duties. Jon watched Catelyn lead Cersei into the castle with their litter trailing behind. Jon could’ve sworn Cersei quickly glanced back over to him one more time. 'What was in that look of hers?'
“I have half a mind to go where the imp is.” Theon said with a smirk, breaking Jon out of his thoughts “I would ask if you fancied coming along, but we both know that’s not really your thing Snow? Girls not to your liking eh?” He finished with another chuckle. Jon had been teased and jested by Theon too many times to rise to him, especially over the story of Ros, the red-headed whore, that was many patron’s favourite in that establishment. One time, at the urging of Robb, he paid to have sex with her and lose his virginity, however he backed out at the last moment, despite Ros being so voluptuous and gorgeous. As a bastard, he feared to raise bastards of his own, and wouldn’t want to bring anyone in this world to bear the shame he felt.
“Give them my regards, Greyjoy.” Jon said with a simple smile, refusing to give him anything.
“I’ll give them much more than that.” Theon said, then turned to swagger off towards Winter Town. Jon couldn’t help but be amused by his attempts at displaying male confidence and bravado, like a child pretending to be a great warrior.
That night, a great feast would be held in Winterfell’s great hall. Jon had an uneasy feeling that it would be quite an occasion in all the worst ways.
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Cersei sat at the head table overlooking the whole hall that was amid the festivities, courtesy of the Stark host. Ale and wine flowed, and the long tables were lined with spit roasted hogs, chicken legs, large bowls of vegetables, fruits, cakes, pies and other assortments of foods. People were in good cheer, laughing and chatting enthusiastically, as music played. Many were standing and cheering in large groups - some were even dancing. Cersei had to give the Starks credit, they knew how to put on a good show, even if their northern wine tasted like cow piss. However, Cersei had her eye firmly on her husband the king, who was belligerently canoodling and kissing some dark-haired serving wench, amidst a throng of people in the middle of the hall. ‘First, he marches off to see Lyanna Stark’s bones before they’d even barely arrived, and now he openly goes whoring for the whole of Winterfell to see. Does he know no bounds in shaming me in public!’ Cersei clenched her hand into a tight fist and remembered her father’s words. ‘A lion does not concern himself with the opinions of sheep.’
Catelyn Stark, who sat beside her, must have noticed the tension in Cersei’s body language, as she quickly interjected. “Is this your first time in the north your grace?”
“Yes. Lovely country.” Cersei said flatly without barely looking over. ‘More like a frozen hell.’
“I’m sure it’s very grim, after King’s Landing.” Catelyn said with a smile. Cersei’s attention went to Sansa Stark, sitting and chatting with a friend on the table below. One of Cersei’s handmaidens went over to invite her to come up. Sansa nervously stood and began to walk toward the table.
“I remember how scared I was, when Ned brought me up here for the first time.” Catelyn continued, but Cersei barely heard as her focus was entirely on Sansa. She was a young and pretty thing, with red hair flowing in lovely curls.
“Hello little dove.” Cersei said with the sweetest smile she could conjure. “You are a beauty. How old are you?”
“Thirteen your grace.” Sansa replied, smiling and eager to please.
“You’re tall. Still growing?” Cersei inquired, wearing the smile she often used to sway many people, especially men.
“I think so your grace.” Sansa answered, eyes sparkling.
“And have you bled yet?” Cersei asked, taking a more serious expression. Sansa’s smile dropped and she looked apprehensively towards her mother. Cersei couldn’t help but enjoy making people uncomfortable and watching them squirm, and it would often help yield their biggest secrets. 'With naïve young creatures like this, it was almost too easy to be any fun.'
“N-no your grace.” Sansa stammered, looking back to Cersei, with her cheeks burning.
‘It won’t be long though, little dove.’ Cersei inwardly surmised. “Your dress did you make it?” Cersei asked, deciding to change the topic. Sansa grinned once again and nodded.
“Such talent.” Cersei said with a forced gasp of delight. “You must make something for me.”
Sansa nodded again, looking excited and flustered then went back to her table.
“I hear we may share a grandchild someday.” Cersei said finally looking to Catelyn.
Catelyn didn’t look so pleased at first, but she put on a smile regardless. “I hear the same.”
“Your daughter would do well in the capital. Such beauty shouldn’t stay hidden up here forever.”
Catelyn’s expression dropped and looked away not wanting to continue the conversation much further. Cersei enjoyed the moment, but she could sympathise with Lady Stark not wanting to be separated from her daughter. Cersei’s gaze went towards Joffrey who sat opposite Sansa, doing his best to charm her as Cersei advised him to do. She couldn’t imagine being separated from him, or any of her children.
Just then Arya Stark flung a piece of food at Sansa’s face, causing her to look aghast.
“ARYAAA!” She screamed in horror.
Arya laughed excitedly and then went to repeat the action, causing Catelyn Stark to gesture towards her eldest Robb Stark who was laughing with some others at the scene. He saw Catelyn’s stern look and immediately intervened.
“Come on you, off to bed.” He said hauling a giggling Arya off the table.
Cersei couldn’t help feeling a sense of envy at the Stark children’s carefree antics, knowing that if she had done something similar at that age, she would’ve been harshly reprimanded by Tywin Lannister, her father - a man no one wished to displease. “Lannisters don’t act like fools.” She could hear her father’s stern voice in her head.
She gazed to the side of the hall and saw Jaime and Ned Stark having what looked like a tense encounter, both standing inches apart, neither backing away. Jaime put on his smile that he always did when goading someone, whereas Ned kept composed. Tensions between the two had always been high, since the day Jaime betrayed and killed the Mad King, leading to Robert to take the capital, and earning Jaime his title of ‘Kingslayer’. ‘Not now Jaime, don’t poke the wolf just yet. A time may come when the lion will devour its prey, but it must wait for the right moment.’
She then heard Robert let out a loud laugh, sounding like a giant goat, as he now had two wenches on each arm. He had a hand on both their buttocks, as they poured ale into his mouth from a large jug. Cersei dug her nails into the table. ‘I’ll get you for this Robert.’ She fumed to herself. She didn’t care a bit about Robert being regularly unfaithful, as she felt no love for the womanizing fat oaf, and long imagined ways of bringing about his downfall. It was the blatant public display of that unfaithfulness, that really got under her skin. ‘Me, a queen and a Lannister!’
If it was her doing that, the circumstances would be very different. How she wished to have a bit of fun for herself. It had been a while since she had lain with someone, not even Jaime. The two did not have much chance to themselves on the entire journey up north, as the risks were too great, and she couldn’t possibly endanger her children. Perhaps she and Jaime could find time soon, there were plenty of hidden rooms and alcoves in Winterfell for them to use. But the risks were too great to do anything tonight, and she was all too aware that the rumours about the two siblings being lovers, were becoming louder with each passing year. She knew all eyes would be on them if they happened to wander off somewhere together. Yet she could feel a yearning in her loins and needed something to help ease her mind and body, tonight.
“Wonderful feast Lady Stark!” Cersei heard a familiar voice proclaim, and one she always hated hearing. “I admit, I’m a little surprised, but you Starks do know how to throw a party.”
Tyrion Lannister waddled up to their table, blond hair shortly cropped and wearing his usual big confident grin that made Cersei’s blood boil. He reached over with some effort to grab a couple of figs from the table, then proceeded to chew them enthusiastically.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying the feast my Lord.” Catelyn said reservedly.
“Oh indeed I am!” Tyrion said with bits of fig in his teeth, which he promptly washed away with a swig of wine from his cup. “Though sometimes the festivities can get a bit much and one must go outside for some air. So, I went out to experience what a cold and refreshing northern night is like, and who did I see but the bastard you have hidden away. Jon Snow isn’t it?”
Cersei’s eyebrows raised in curiosity hearing this, whereas Catelyn’s expression quickly went icy cold.
“Yes, what of it?” The Stark mother said with pursed lips.
Tyrion shrugged. “He was attacking a training dummy as if his life depended on it – such eagerness with a sword I must say. I managed to extract an intriguing conversation from him, or at least as much as I could out of his young and pretty head. Seems like the feast was too much for him also, or perhaps he was not permitted to be here.”
Catelyn’s nostrils flared. “I did not wish to besmirch the king and queen’s presence with that of a bastard.” She turned to Cersei. “Forgive me your grace.”
“It’s quite alright” Cersei replied with a forced smile. ‘So, Jon Snow was it.’ That was the young figure she saw hidden at the back of the Stark welcome party, upon their arrival. Something about his face caught her eye, something familiar. She wasn’t sure why, but she was most curious to learn more about him. And Catelyn’s obvious animosity towards the boy was something she particularly took note of. This was a chink in the Stark family’s armour that might be useful to exploit in the future. ‘Ned Stark is not so honourable after all, it would seem.’
“Are bastards not allowed to attend feasts? Such a shame, as he seems to have such close relationships with that of his siblings.” Tyion said with exaggerated dismay.
“They are not his siblings!” Catelyn snapped, but then quickly regained composure. “My lord please do not discuss matters about the bastard with me. Now if you’ll excuse me, I wish to tend to my children, if your grace would give me pardon.”
Cersei, inwardly amused by Catelyn’s little outburst, nodded and said “Yes by all means, do so. I must put my own children to bed too.”
Catelyn swiftly left the table, whilst Tyrion made eye contact with Cersei and let out a long whistle.
“Have you quite finished offending our hosts?” Cersei asked with an arched eyebrow.
“Who was offending? I was merely enquiring.” He took another swig of wine. “My sister, don’t you look radiant tonight. Though it would appear the king does not seem to notice.”
“He can bed whatever harlot he likes, it does not matter to me.” Cersei replied with a sneer.
“What a fine image of marriage you two are.” Tyrion said with a grin. ‘Always jesting and mocking.’
“You wouldn’t know the first thing about marriage.” Cersei retorted.
“No, I had that little dream of a happy marriage squashed a long time ago.” He replied with all mockery gone and obvious bitterness in his voice.
“Why don’t you cry in a corner somewhere. I have other things to attend to.” Cersei said standing up.
Tyrion took one more swig and smiled broadly. “I’m sure you do, dear sister.” Then he waddled away clutching his cup.
Cersei looked about at the feast which was becoming increasingly raucous, so she summoned the now sleepy Tommen and Myrcella and took them to their chambers in the guest house, that Cersei was sharing with Robert and her children. The guest house had multiple chambers, so Cersei would mercifully not have to sleep with the fat oaf if she could allow it. She wasn’t quite ready to retire for tonight, so she changed her own attire into something much less queenly and eye catching, then undid her headdress to let her locks fall. She wore a fur lined cloak with a hood to hide from suspicious eyes if need be. She sometimes disguised herself as a lowly maid or commoner to sneak about King’s Landing unawares – it was a game she often played with Jaime when they were teenagers at Casterly Rock. Robert would be busy with his wenches, and the feast continued to distract most people, so now she decided would be the opportune time to go for a night prowl. There was someone she was curious to meet.
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Jon Snow continued to hack avidly at the training dummy, losing all track of time. The words of Tyrion Lannister continued to run in his mind: “Never forget what you are bastard. For the world will not. Wear it like armour, and it can never be used to hurt you.”
“What the hell does he know about being a bastard?” Jon said out loud, before hitting the dummy hard once again. He was done practicing sword strokes; he was just hitting it out of frustration. He imagined the dummy to be Catelyn Stark, and anyone else who had made his life a misery for being born as something he had no control over. ‘It doesn’t matter’, he thought to himself. ‘Soon I will head to the Wall with Uncle Benjen and become a member of the Night’s Watch. Maybe then will I find some honour.’
He continued to smack the dummy, one stroke followed by another. The sounds of steel hitting leather reverberated around the empty courtyard. He liked being alone, with no one watching.
“I think it’s dead.” He heard a female voice say, freezing him in place. Turns out he wasn’t as alone as he thought. “You hit it anymore, then it might start to take it personally.”
Jon turned to see who spoke, and felt his stomach leap into his throat, upon seeing who the voice belonged to. Standing a few feet away from him, with golden locks flowing down, wearing more plain clothing than in the hall, but still looking as dangerously beautiful was the queen, Cersei Lannister. Jon Snow gulped and then immediately fell to one knee upon the earthen floor.
“Forgive me your grace, I did not see you there.”
Cersei smirked, enjoying the fervent obedience he displayed.
“It’s alright bastard, you may rise.”
Jon Snow rose, feeling irked at being called “bastard” once again, but he remembered Tyrion’s words and tried accepting it as what he was.
“Jon Snow, isn’t it?” Cersei inquired, arching an eyebrow.
“Aye – I mean, yes, your grace.”
“So you’re Ned Stark’s bastard that they’ve been trying to hide from me since I arrived.” Cersei said with her emerald eyes piercing into him.
“Lady Stark did not want to cause offense by having me be in the presence of yourself and the king?” Jon said, still not believing that he was standing there having a one-to-one conversation with the queen of Westeros.
“What offense would that cause?” Cersei shrugged. “Not even the gods know how many bastards my own husband has had. Probably number in the hundreds. He may even father some more tonight.”
“I am sorry to hear of that your grace.” Jon said looking down slightly.
“No need to be sorry, it’s what men do.” Cersei said frankly, eyeing Jon up and down. She stepped forward to come much closer. Jon felt his heart almost stop as she ran a finger slowly along the edge of the blade in his hand.
“You use this pretty well.” She said in a silky voice.
“I-I am t-training to join the Night’s Watch.” Jon stammered, feeling his heart racing.
“Why would you want to join that? You know what oaths you must swear there?” Cersei inquired, looking at him in the eyes, but Jon simply looked down and nodded.
“And you still wish to join, knowing what you’ll be giving up?”
“A-aye.” Jon answered still looking down.
“Have you ever been with a woman before?” Cersei asked with a smirk.
Jon looked up feeling bewildered and unsure of what was happening.
“Perhaps we should return to the feast, your grace. Your family may be wondering where you are.” Jon said, gesturing towards the main entrance.
“Nonsense, I wish for you to attend me. Show me some other parts of Winterfell I have not seen yet.” Cersei said turning in the other direction.
“I-I don’t think we should do this, your grace” Jon said, feeling like he was already in trouble.
Cersei glanced sideways at him. “Your queen is giving you an order to attend her. Are you going to deny your queen, bastard?”
Jon inwardly grimaced at her words. He was getting angry being treated like a piece of property, and potentially drawn into trouble by the Lannister queen. ‘Is she using me for some nefarious plot to get revenge on her husband, or have me killed for some other reason?’ Yet he eyed her smooth skin, shining green eyes, and gold flowing hair; feeling himself getting inevitably drawn to her.
“No, your grace, of course I will not deny you.” Jon answered, feeling more emboldened but also helpless, like a worm in the clutches of a bird of prey.
“Good,” she said with a half-smile. “Let us walk somewhere with a bit more privacy.”
Jon nodded, feeling his heart racing. ‘Was this really happening?’
“I know a place we may go to. Though it may not be a suitable place for a queen.” Jon said, his mind racing with all kinds of wild possibilities.
“As long as it has four walls and a roof it will do.” Cersei said.
Jon nodded, feeling like he had forgotten how to breathe. He stepped forward to lead the way and she fell in beside him.
They walked in silence for most of the time, only hearing the sounds of their boots on the soft ground. Jon didn’t know what to say to her, they were two people from complete opposite spectrums of the world. He was a bastard in his teenage years still green to the ways of the world, whilst she was a woman of great power, twice his age. He felt that if you didn’t know what to say, best not say anything at all.
‘Oh this is madness! By the old gods, what are you doing Jon?!’
They made their way round the inner castle, where its occupants were either sleeping or still revelling in the feast and approached a tall and old looking structure, with ominous gargoyles perched at the top.
“You want to go in here?” Cersei asked with a look of incredulousness.
“This is the First Keep, your grace. It is the oldest part of Winterfell but has since been abandoned. I occasionally like to spend time alone here though. No one will find us.”
Cersei snorted. “Then I guess it will do bastard. Come, let us enter.”
Jon nodded, feeling a strange a mixture of attraction and anger towards this woman. Jon approached the entryway, which served as a side entrance into the lower level of the keep. He eyed the surroundings cautiously, terrified that someone will catch a glimpse of the bastard of Winterfell sneaking into a secret hideaway with the queen of the seven kingdoms. He tested the door, half hoping it would be locked so they wouldn’t be able to proceed, but indeed it did open. He held it ajar for her and she entered swiftly, with him following. He looked around, hoping there would be a torch and eventually finding one. He managed to light it, and led Cersei up the stone paved stairway winding up the tower.
They rose mostly in silence, save for their breathy pants ascending the steps which seemed to go on forever. Eventually they came to a room at the top of the keep that was sparsely furnished, with a window that let the moon bathe the space in pale light. Jon put out the torch, otherwise all of Winterfell would clearly see someone was occupying the tower. Cersei eyed the space curiously, noticing some white sheets and pillows placed on the floor to the side.
“You come here often?” She asked.
“Only occasionally. I like to spend time here, because it’s quiet and I can look out over all of Winterfell. It’s the only place where I can feel free and at peace.”
“And Lady Stark can’t find you.” Cersei added to which Jon reluctantly nodded.
Cersei could relate to wanting to find such a place, as there was no such place at King’s Landing where every wall had ears. She went to the window to look out across the other towering keeps and yards of the castle under the blanket of the stars. It was mostly abandoned with the occasional sentry walking by on the outer walls. Satisfied, Cersei turned to face Jon, who stood helplessly across the room, awaiting whatever the queen intended for him.
“Now then boy.” Cersei said coolly. “Are you prepared to serve your queen?”
“Y-yes” Jon said. “Of course.”
“Good. But I am a hard woman to please Snow. I expect your absolute loyalty and devotion to me. I am a queen and I expect to be treated as such.”
Jon nodded feeling increasingly nervous.
“If you dare disobey me or do anything to betray me about what happens here to anyone, then I can imagine ways of suffering for you, that your worst nightmares couldn’t even compare to.”
Jon froze in place but nodded. ‘I really have gotten myself into serious trouble.’ Jon knew he should just turn and run the other way. He knew that if he kept going, he was entering a realm from which there would be no turning back. He was endangering not just himself but his whole family by being here. Yet, he found her too alluring and powerful to say no to. He nodded once more, feeling like he had signed some invisible parchment, whose word he could not break.
Cersei smiled wickedly. “Strip.”
“Y-your grace!” Jon stammered.
“You heard your queen. Strip for me.”
Jon hesitated for a moment, then began to loosen the laces of his dark leather doublet, hands shaking which made undoing them take longer than usual. He eventually finished, dropping the doublet to the floor. Cersei eyed his bare torso in the pale moonlight, which was well toned with lean muscle. Jon hesitated even more with his lower belt, looking uncertainly up at Cersei.
“Did I ask for you to stop? Finish.”
Jon unbuckled his belt, and then after a pause let it fall to the floor along with his breeches. He now stood completely bare as he did on the day he came into this world, before the queen of the seven kingdoms. His manhood was already nearly fully erect. He felt embarrassed and utterly foolish standing there before her, but she came over, placing a hand on his stones, before caressing along his length, making it harden even more.
“Mmm… yes, this will do nicely.” She said breathily.
She led him over to the white sheets to the side of the room and pushed him onto them. Sitting on top of the splayed-out linen, he removed his boots and undone breeches, so that he was completely bare head to toe. He looked up at Cersei who stood over him. She paused a moment before removing her fur coat, letting it fall to the floor near the sheets. Jon could now get a better idea of her figure, which looked breathtaking, even with her inner embroidered red robe still on.
“You should count yourself a very lucky bastard. Few men get to see this.”
She undid her robe and let it fall to the floor, displaying her naked figure to Jon. Jon was agog and watering in the mouth at the very sight of her. Her figure didn’t drop an inch, her breasts were naturally large and perfectly rounded, her pink nipples erected out. Her hips were thick, and belly well-toned just above her shaved entryway to her womanhood. It was hard to believe she had given birth to three children already. Jon had seen naked girls at the brothel, but this was the body of a proper woman.
“I-I am lucky. Th-thank you, your grace.”
Cersei smirked. “You can thank me by pleasuring me. I ordered you to serve me, so serve.”
Jon wasn’t sure what exactly he was supposed to do. This was his first time. Yet he instinctively leaned forward and placed his face near her womanhood, which was already glistening with wetness. Such a sight almost made him lose all his inhibitions, but he did his best to keep his composure. He rubbed his fingers along the folds of her pussy, causing her to let out soft moans. This encouraged him that he must be doing something right, and so he ventured further by sticking his fingers in and out – it felt wonderfully warm and wet. Cersei moaned louder, placing her hand on the back of his black-haired head, and guided his face fully into her womanhood. He devoured her then, with his mouth engulfing her pussy, and tongue darting in and out, lapping up her juices. His hands came round, caressing her hips, before coming to rest on her soft and firm buttocks, so that he could hold her in place as he lapped her up. Cersei was sent into a frenzy at that moment, almost screaming in ecstasy and digging her nails into Jon’s head, causing him to let out a short yelp of pain.
He eventually pulled away, breathing heavily, looking up at her to gauge her reaction. She looked down with a smile, her eyes hungry. ‘She truly was a lioness.’
“You have a talented tongue,” she said holding his lower jaw. “But can you use your other tool?”
She then pushed him, so that he was lying on his back with his head resting on a pillow. Cersei was on her knees in front of him, hand stroking his manhood. He did not know it could grow so large as it did in that moment. Cersei then did something he was not expecting but fully welcomed, which was to smother his cock with her impressive teets, allowing it to slip nice and snug in the centre between the two like it was made to be there. Holding her breasts, she moved them up and down his cock, making him feel the wonderful sensation of the milky mounds rolling on his skin. He reached forward to fondle them, rubbing his fingers over her nipples – he had never felt anything so perfect in all his life. ‘The king must truly be a blind fool to chase tavern wenches when he has this as his wife.’
After this, she unsheathed his cock from her cleavage, and then hungrily devoured it in her mouth. Jon groaned in pleasure as she sucked him, with loud slurps up and down. He had the most enviable view of seeing the beautiful queen of the seven kingdoms, on all fours before him, with her perfect ass in the air, sucking him avidly. Such a sight became too much to bear, and he couldn’t hold it any longer, and then saw stars as he unloaded completely in her mouth. She gagged on the amount of seed that came out, but she managed to swallow almost all of it. She leaned back, letting some of it spill out of her mouth and unto her breasts.
“My my… that was quite the load.” Cersei said, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “But I am not yet satisfied, and I told you I demand the best from you, virgin or not.”
She stroked his cock which had gone slightly limp, but quickly erected back up again, like a stone pillar being raised, making her smile. Jon didn’t have to be forced to do her bidding, he was more than eager to. He wanted more of her.
Feeling like the spirit of a ravenous wolf had suddenly taken hold of him, he came forward with a growl and lifted her to spin her around so that she was lying face up on the sheet instead, with him poised above her. Cersei enjoying the aggressive confidence he displayed, spread her legs wide, to present her pussy fully to him. Jon stared at the beautiful pink hole, something that countless men would start wars over, and it was right there all for him. His manhood was fully hardened, to the point it was almost painful. Yet doubt nagged in the back of his mind.
‘Isn’t this what you wanted to avoid? To father a bastard. Don’t be a fool, and make the mistake father did.’
“I am waiting.” Cersei said breathily, her fingers down below spreading her pussy folds. “It is rude to keep a queen waiting.”
He inwardly chastised himself over what he was doing. He thought about his family, Arya, Robb, Bran, Rickon, Sansa, and of Ned, his father. He thought about the shame he would bring on them, and on himself. Then anger took hold of him, as he thought of Catelyn Stark and her hateful face. And of the hypocrisy of his father, for proudly brandishing honour like a shield, when Jon was a living reminder of his own dishonour. ‘Why should I have to suffer for his mistakes? Why should I suffer cruel remarks for something I had no choice over? If I should father a bastard, then so be it! I will do all I can to protect them. Even with my life!’
And with that, he plunged into Cersei, who cried out in pleasure at his entrance. Jon himself was overwhelmed at feeling the fleshy walls of the queen’s pussy clench tightly around his cock, which made him even harder.
“Gods!” Jon gasped. “It feels incredible.”
“Yes, that’s it boy.” Cersei said coolly. “Please your queen.”
“Yes.” Jon said assuredly, all doubts having fled him.
He began to move back and forth within her. At first his pace was slow and irregular, his inexperience showing. But Cersei slid her hands on both sides of his hips, to help him find his rhythm. After a few moments, Jon felt his confidence grow, and he moved at a good pace, causing Cersei to whine with each thrust, and Jon to groan with ecstasy. His cock went in and out, punching her inner walls, again and again. Jon felt he didn’t have to think so much over what he was doing anymore, and just enjoyed feeling the exquisite female body beneath him. His hands explored her breasts, belly and thighs – which he took hold of to spread her legs wider, so he could thrust even deeper within her. Cersei whose eyes were wide with surprise at the swift improvement and capability of her young male lover, also used her hands to explore his body, caressing his chest and abs. Both let their moans of pleasure be as loud as they wanted, knowing that no one could hear them where they were.
Eventually after some time in this position, they changed so that Jon was lying across the sheet and Cersei was straddled on top of him. She rode him like a rider would in a saddle, and Jon loved feeling her bare thighs rubbing either side of him. He came forward after some minutes of riding, to bury his face in her teets. He suckled and gently bit on her luscious pink nipples, causing her to utter a few gasps of surprise and joy. After some moments of this, she pulled his hair to bring him back off her chest so she could look into his face. She then kissed him hungrily, which he gratefully received. Both of their tongues met and explored one another for a while, making loud sloppy noises. From afar, the view was of two naked bodies completely entwined, with Jon’s arms clasped around her back, as Cersei straddled him with her legs crossed behind him, whilst they kissed each other generously.
They then switched to another position which Jon particularly enjoyed, where Cersei was on all fours presenting her perfect ass to him. He thrust into her pussy from this angle, feeling her ass cheeks slap loudly against his groin, which only served to spur him on even more eagerly. He could feel himself coming to the brink once again, but he would try to hold out as long as possible – which proved to be a daunting task with each passing thrust.
“You’re doing well boy.” Cersei said between breathy moans. “I can feel your cock quivering inside me, so if you’re going to release, then release.”
“What?! Are you sure?!” Jon gasped as his thrusts increased eagerly.
“Yes boy, don’t hold back!” Cersei cried.
Skin slapping on skin became more pronounced, and both lovers’ moans even louder. Jon’s cock felt like it was on the verge of exploding, like a blocked pipe about to burst open with water.
“Cersei! I’m going to….” Jon exclaimed, and then let out such a loud cry of ecstasy as he filled her pussy to the brim with his seed, it was any wonder that the whole of Winterfell didn’t hear it. Cersei also orgasmed feeling his hot seed filling her womb and did not hold back on her own cries. They both collapsed in sweaty exhaustion on the sheets, with Jon’s cock still inside her and Cersei with her back to him.
“This has been a most interesting evening.” Cersei said after some time collecting her breath and thoughts.
“Did I serve your grace well?” Jon asked with his face almost buried in her gold hair from behind.
“It was a fine beginning.” Cersei replied.
“I’ll take fine.” Jon concurred, though he wondered at her saying “beginning”. ‘Did she mean for this to continue? What did this mean for him?’
As it turned out, after they had a short nap to recover, they would go for another round, where Cersei showed him a couple more exciting new positions, and once again Jon filled the queen with his white semen. After this, Cersei decided it was long past time she returned to her chambers, and they both left the keep at different times.
Cersei returned to the guest house in the early hours, thankfully with no one spotting or confronting her. She heard snores coming from the king’s chambers, and slid the door open slightly to peer inside, only to see him naked in bed with his large belly sticking out, and three wenches also sleeping either side of him. ‘Pig. But I got my own back on you tonight.’ And most enjoyable it was too, with the bastard showing potential to be among her best lovers, perhaps even surpassing Jaime – though it was still early to tell. She would have much to contemplate going forward – would she allow his seed to take root and bear his bastard children? They would likely have dark hair, which she could use to pass off as Robert’s children, helping to silence the growing rumours swirling about herself and Jaime. 'Though Jaime will not like that one bit.' Cersei surmised that if her brother discovered the truth of what happened there that night, Jon Snow would have far more to worry about than the wrath of his stepmother.