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Tywin
When Jon Arryn and Stannis told King Robert the truth about the parentage of his children his rage was undescribable. His pride demanded Lannister blood, Cersei's, Jaime's and their three bastards. Stannis threw the five Lannisters in jail and Jon was trying for days to stop the public executions by reminding him constantly that the crown was in debt to Casterly Rock. On the fifth day Tywin Lannister himself arrived in King's Landing.
For three more days the King, his brothers, Jon Arryn, Petyr Baelish, Lord Varys and Grand Maester Pycelle argued with Tywin and Tyrion Lannister until Littlefinger and the Imp came up with a horribly wrong idea and Jon reluctantly sent a letter to Winterfell carring their last hope for peace.
On the ninth day of her imprisonment Tywin visited his daughter and Tyrion his brother.
“Father! You've come!” Cercei picked herself up from the ground but didn't dare go near him. Tywin's face was a mask and he showed no feeling when he saw his daughter lying in the filth of her cell. He quickly took his eyes from her.
“Tywin Lannister, the most feared man in Westeros, the man who shits gold, that's what they call me. And yet my children can't stop shaming me. I have no face in front of the King because of you, Cersei.” She sat back down and lowered her head. “I never thought I would see a day where Tyrion is the best I've got to show.”
“Tyrion is nothing but a disgrace to our family, a halfling, a dawrf, a...”
“Enough! Who are you to speak?I was ready to let your husband execute all of you just to save a little bit of my dignity!”
“I beg of you, father! Don't let him kill my children. You of all people know everything I have suffered from my marriage to that drunkard! Jamie was the only man...”
“Shut up! You will not speak of this relationship in front of me again. I should have stopped this when you two were children but I had no idea..., I always thought it was nothing... Now it's to late. I have no heir.”
Cersei felt the tears rise to her eyes but refused to cry, refused to show fear. Her father had done something bad, she was sure of it. “What's to happen to us?”
Tywin finally looked at her again. “Jamie will rot up in the Wall for the rest of his life.” Cersei collapsed in her bed. She knew that it was the best she could hope for but it still hurt like hell.
Tywin's voice was a little softer when he spoke again. “Joffrey will take the black as well.”
“NO! No, father, no! You can't send him there! He is only thirteen, my little boy! It's that vicious dwarf; it's all his doing! He's always hated Joffrey! I won't allow it, I'm the queen...”
“No, you're not. Right now you're less that a whore.” Cersei sat down again and let the tears fall freely for the first time in her life. “What did you expect? Usurper is what they call him now. He's lucky he's gonna keep his head.” Tywin paused and let her cry. “And you are the luckiest, Cersei. You will be Ned Stark's wife.”
The surprise put an end to her tears. She hadn't seen Ned Stark since her wedding fifteen years ago. He was married to one of the Tully girls, a redhead. He was the Warden of the North and Robert's old comrade. That was everything she knew about him. “No.”
Tywin knocked on the cell door and a guard opened it. “Listen to me carefully, woman. If I was your husband you, your children and your lover would all be dead by now. I erased Robert's debt to save you. You either go north or you die.”
Those were Tywin's last words to his daughter.
Tyrion
It was almost fitting that the rain kept falling all night. Tyrion was already dripping and he shivered even though it was still summer. He was sitting in the front of the wheelhouse that would carry almost his entire family north. Next to him sat his sad excuse of a knight, Bronn who was going to drive the four horses through the Kingsroad. A little farther away stood a black horse and next to it its rider, a huge ugly man named Sandor Clegane, who was there to accompany them to Winterfell. The man was a knight sworn to the Lannisters and Tyrion was happy he was with them; the Kingsroad was not safe for anyone and he was also afraid that someone might attack the children now that everyone knew they were bastards.
“I honestly mean no offence to your lady sister, but why would a highborn lord marry her?” How could Bronn sound so sarcastic?
“Because his king asked him.” According to Jon Arryn, Ned Stark was a kind and honourable man. He and Robert were old friends, they grew up together in the Vale and the king was supposed to marry Stark's sister before Rhaegar Targaryen stole her. Two years ago his Tully wife had died from a high fever and had left him with five children, plus a bastard son he had fathered during the war. He was happily guarding the North for his king. Honestly Tyrion had no idea why he accepted Cersei as his wife.
He could understand that Robert had to send her as far away as possible to protect his reputation, so the forgotten North was a good choise. But he expected Robert to find a lesser lord, someone old that would give her his name in exchange for some of the King's gold. But Ned Stark ruled the biggest of the seven Kingdoms and would have no trouble finding himself a young honourable bride.
Tyrion felt seriously sorry for the man. He didn't have high hopes that Cersei's sense of gratitude would make her treat her new husband any better than her old one. On the contrary, he believed that the shame and the loss of her throne would make her even more harsh and bitter. But right now he had his brother to mourn for.
At last two guards appeared and brought the family. Joffrey sent his uncle a hateful glare and got in the wheelhouse, but Tommen and Myrcella smiled when they saw him. Cersei was less happy.
“Why are you coming with us?”
“To ensure that nobody throws any vegetables at you, sweet sister.”
“You're enjoying this, aren't you?”
“Get in, Cersei, We have to be outside the city before dawn.”
Jaime got in after her without a word. His brother looked like he had aged twenty years in a day.
Bronn patted him on the shoulder and picked the reins. The Hound mounted his horse and rode slowly in the mud in front of the wheelhouse.
The were on the Kingsroad for three weeks. The wheelhouse moved slowly and quietly. The bad weather was their ally; they didn't encounter many travelers and a few bandits that dared approach them were easily scared by Sandor, who was in a surprisingly good mood since they left King's Landing.
Tywin had been clear; they had to be fast and quiet. Robert had sworn to him that he would kill the twins and the bastards if he ever laid eyes on them again. The only way to save Cersei was to make her Stark's wife as soon as possible. So they only stopped to eat, piss and sleep. Tyrion found the trip dull, but he treasured it because it was probably the last time he would be with his brother and his kids.
Jamie was silent most of the time. Tyrion could listen to the conversation inside the wheelhouse and it pained him. Joffrey was blaiming his parents for his fate and Cersei as always couldn't discipline him, so he rarely stopped whining. Myrcella and Tommen often cried and Cersei kept talking like she was still queen. Tyrion knew that she would not accept her falling anytime soon and tried his best to advise the children to be kind and thankful to lord Stark and his family.
The first time they saw snow was after the passed Moat Cailin. Myrcella and Tommen went to play; it was their first time seeing snow, but Cersei burst into flames.
“It's still summer! How can there be snow already?”
Tyrion did his best to ignore her and instead watched the Hound and Jaime practice with swords as they liked to do when they stopped for the night. Bronn lit a fire and then joined them. Joffrey was off kicking bushes, so that left Tyrion and Cersei alone around the fire.
“Why did you come with us?”
Tyrion steeled himself before answering. “I'm supposed to give you off to your husband, sister.” A sarcastic snort left Cersei's lips. “I wanted to make sure Jamie and the kids were alright.”
“But not me and Joffrey. Tell the truth, Tyrion. You're happy to never have to see us again. You arranged this.”
“You seem to blame everyone, me, father, Robert, Ned Stark, except the person who's really at fault here. You failed to notice that I was the one who saved you.”
There was hate in her eyes and venom in her voice. “Am I saved right now?”
“You're not dead and neither are your lion cubs. But you only care about your crown. It's true that I wouldn't miss your little monster, but I love the others enough to try and give you some advice. Don't insult Ned Stark, Cersei. Pretend that you're grateful if you can't feel it. You were given a second chance. Don't waste it.”
Jamie
They finally saw the walls of Winterfell and he was surprisingly indifferent to the sight. He felt nothing. When Cersei was married to Robert he got so jealous everytime he so much as looked at her, and now he was to marry someone new and he couldn't bring himself to care. He hadn't tried to hold her hand through the entire journey.
There was only one thought in his mind. He had ruined those three children. He had so many years to be close to them and he wasted them. Now he was noticing them for the first time and he was starting to undersatand what it meant to be a father.
Joffrey was so annoyingly arrogant that he couldn't bare to look at him. Sometimes he really got the urge to hit him but he felt so much guilt; the boy was only fourteen and he would spent the rest of his life guarding a stupid block of ice. Nontheless there was something seriously wrong with that kid. He could only hope that it was caused by his mother's spoiling and not by him fathering the boy on his sister.
He spent a lot of time thinking about the Targaryens. Half of them were mad; it was said that the gods flipped a coin everytime a Targaryen was born. Maybe brothers and sisters shouldn't have children together.
But Myrcella and Tommen seemed to be fine. They were both sweet and smart, and they had called him father a few times during the trip. Myrcella was so beaytiful, a true daughter of Cersei and guilt flooded his heart when he thought that there could be no future for her, no honourable man whould ever want the bastard the Kingslayer fathered on his twin.
And Tommen, so young, so smart, so full of life. He sometimes reminded of Tyrion when he was young, always accepting his fate. No doubt he would follow them to the Wall in a few years, as he was now the heir of nothing but his father's shame.
“Do you remember him at all?”
Cersei was behind him and she took his hand in hers and they both looked at the grey walls of Winterfell. He noticed that there was nobody else around.
“He was the one that found me after I killed Aerys. He called me an oathbreaker and he wanted the king dead more than anyone else. I don't believe anyone else ever thought so little of me till now.
“Who is he to judge, Jaime? Damn him and his precious honour!”
“He wouldn't have killed Elia and her babes, Cersei. I don't think he is capable of cruelty like us. I don't know if you will be happy here, but you will be treated with respect and you will be safe. Robert loves him too much to hurt his wife.”
“You're saying the same thing as Tyrion. Has he been talking to you?”
Jaime turned his back to Winterfell and looked straight in her eyes. “I'm simply starting to think about the future for the first time in my life. Since I was a kid I never thought about consequenses and now I have to pay for it. We both have to pay, Cersei.”
Her voice was colder than the northern wind. “So you've just accepted your fate. You're going to leave me here married to a cold statue of honour and go spend the rest of your life in black. You know you're never going to see me ever again?”
“What do you want me to do? Kill the Hound and run with you and the kids to the Free Cities?”
“You think that I want a life as a poor nomad? No, Jaime. I expected you to take me to Casterly Rock, to declare war to the stags and the wolves, to kill everyone that has shamed us and then live together as kings. The lions can't be owned by wolves!”
“So I have to conquer the Seven Kingdoms by myself? Or would anyone follow me to the war for Cersei's cunt?” Cersei raised her hand to slap him, but he caught her hand.
“You were always weak, brother. I should have been the lord of the Rock. I wouldn't surrender. The only thing I'm missing is a cock between my legs.”
“Don't worry, sweet sister. Soon enough Ned Stark will put a cock between your legs.”
Ned
“The wheelhouse is approaching the gates!” Bran's voice came from above their heads and suddenly everyone that heard it ran to the yard and glued their eyes to the gate.
Bran climbed down and ran to stand between Arya and Rickon. Sansa was next and then stood Jon and Robb, with weird looks on their faces. Ned came out last and stood next to his sons. He inspected everyone that had gathered to see the fallen queen and heard all the whispering. Behind his kids stood Old Nan and Maester Luwin, Theon Greyjoy, his steward Vayon Poole, Rodric Cassel and Septa Mordane who was making a futile attempt to fix Arya's hair.
“You have still time to change your mind.” Ned hoped he was the only one to hear Robb's word but Jon was listening as well and seemed to agree with his brother.
“We have discussed this at length, son. I can choose my own wife.”
“I can go to the whorehouse and bring you a woman better suited to be the Lady of Winterfell.”
“Your sisters will hear you.”
“There is nobody in the entire world that hasn't heard the story of the queen who birthed princes with her brother's seed. Yesterday Rickon asked me if it's true that brothers and sisters can marry and he is barely six years old.”
Ned sighed. Jon Arryn was too optimistic when he said that Cersei could hide in the North. Out of sight, out of mind for the King, but her shame would surely follow her to Winterfell. Not one soul would accept her as the lady wife of Lord Eddard Stark, including his own children.
Pride rose in his chest as he watched them stand on the fresh snow and he knew that they would still be kind to their new mother, even if she was as horrible as he expected her to be. And he knew that they would try their best to welcome their new brother and sister.
Robb was already taller than him and Ned could safely said that he had never laid eyes on a more handsome man. He was only fifteen but every woman in the country was dreaming of warming his bed. Jon was shorter and broader, a spitting image of his father and always wore a stern face; he had decided that the time had come to take the black. Sansa tall and more beautiful than Catelyn had ever been, was now a young lady who ran the castle with sense and grace. Arya, a constant reminder of Lyanna's beauty and Brandon's character was wilder than her wolf. Bran carried the Stark looks but the Tully eyes and a brain stronger than any of his ancestors. The last one was Rickon, who since his mother's death was always following one of his siblings around. He looked like Robb all Tully, but his character resembled Arya.
Ned's mind traveled to Catelyn. Family, duty, honour were the Tully words and the described her perfectly. Ned had spent fifteen beautiful and peaceful years with her and he had no plan to marry again until Jon's letter arrived. The fish was gone and the lion was coming.
A lone rider entered before the wheelhouse and all whispering stopped at once. Ned recognised the Clegane coat of arms and knew the stories about the Mountain so he imagined the scarred man was his brother the Hound. The wheelhouse entered slowly behind him.
They must have chosen such a old dirty ride on purpose. All three men were dressed poorly but were heavily armed. The man that was driving jumped down and pulled the one that looked like a child from the shoulders. Ned knew that was Tywin's youngest son, the dawrf and was surprised by the way the driver dropped him on the ground, but Tyrion Lannister didn't seem to mind. He approached his hosts with the biggest smile on his ugly face.
“Welcome to Winterfell, my lord! I hope you had a nice trip.” Ned had to lower his hand and Tyrion shook it in the most civilized manner.
“Thank you for having us, lord Eddard! Winterfell is indeed an impressive sight and we traveled many days in bad weather. I don't think I've stopped dropping water out of my boots since we left King's Landing.” Everyone laughed and even Jon smiled for a moment. Eddard had heard about the Imp's whit and decided to be careful with his new guest.
“Allow me, my lord, to introduce my children. My heir, Robb, and then Jon, Sansa, Arya, Bran and Rickon.” Tyrion smiled kindly and kissed Sansa's hand. When he tried to do the same with Arya she just grabbed his hand and shook it. Robb laughed.
“My sister is not used to southern courtesies, my lord.”
“Well, I've always admired strong women. May I introduce my family. Joffrey, Myrcella and Tommen, my sister's kids.” Tyrion had picked his words carefully. He hadn't said brother's, Baratheon or Lannister. He knew they should be called Hills from now on, but he didn't want to bring it up in front of a crowd.
Ned smiled and welcomed the kids. Joffrey had the most hateful look in his eyes and refused to open his mouth. Tommen and Myrcella shyly thanked lord Stark and his children. They were all Lannister in looks and everything about them was truly beautiful, but they were quickly forgotten when Cersei got out of the wheelhouse.
All noise in the yard ceased for a moment and then an explosion happened and everyone started talking to each other and the Kingslayer followed the fallen queen. Eddard gulped. He knew everything these twins had done, their sick incestuous relationship and their treason to the crown and yet he thought that people were right to call her the most beautiful woman in the world. Cat hadn't been plain by any means, but the lioness carried a beauty out of this world. She wasn't fair; she had the beauty of a wild animal. The danger was part of her charm.
Ned lightly kissed her hand. It was frozen; she had chosen to wear a crimson gown of some shiny southern material that left her neck and cleavage uncovered; she had clearly dressed to impress. Her eyes were as frozen as her hand and she looked around as if she knew that she was much better than everyone around her. Ned could tell instantly that she would prefer to die a queen in Kind's Landing than live the rest of her days as his wife. It wasn't very promising.
Ever since the day Jamie Lannister killed the King he had sworn to protect, Ned's contempt for him had only been growing. He had advised Robert to kick out of the Kingsguard, he had told him that he had found him siting on the Iron Throne that day and he cad called him an oathbreaker numerous times. What ever little honour the Kingslayer had earned by serving Robert, it was now gone and Ned didn't even want to look to the man that had fathered bastards on the queen that was his own sister. But still he shook his hand and welcomed him to Winterfell. Out of the two siblings Jamie seemed far more likable now.
Cersei
She wasn't going to let the cold beat her. She was crawled up in an armchair near the fireplace, covered in furs and yet she shivered. She refused to eat with the others and was asked to be escorted to her rooms much to Tyrion's disapproval. She knew Jamie had done the same and she wished she knew where he was staying because he was the only one who could warm her up.
Sansa had escorted her to her room. She was surprised to find the girl so beautiful and gracious, yet not more than Myrcella she thought proudly. The younger girl looked more like a wildling boy. Yet they had been all kind. The two older boys were obviously disapproving of her and Cersei felt hot blood rise to her head when she thought that a bastard dared judge her, the queen.
How had Catelyn Stark accepted the bastard living under the same roof as her legitimate children she had no idea. Robert had fathered sixteen bastards and if she had as much as caught a glimpse of them in her house, she would have strangled them. Your own children are bastards now. Don't fall down, Cersei. Joffrey, my poor Joffrey...
Benjen Stark was to arrive on the morrow. She would be married by the same night. And the day after tomorrow he would leave again taking Joffrey, Jamie and Jon Snow with him. Tyrion would go as well, but she didn't really care about him. When she remembered him entertaining the Starks with his stories, she felt sorry she hadn't killed him when he was still in the crib.
There was a fire burning in her gut, a hot burning anger that threatened to destroy everything around her. How she would have liked to hurt Robert, who tossed her away like she was not the queen, and Ned Stark who thought she was his to touch with filthy frozen hands. And her father and Tyrion with their genious plan to hand her to a wolf and let her live the rest of her days in exile. And then every peasant who thought they could judge her, the could call her whore and humiliate her. But most of all she was angry at Jaime, her brother who wouldn't fight for her and their children.
Cersei looked around and felt despair. The dark room with the simple wooden firniture was the best lord Stark had to offer. Sansa had told her that her father's room was right next to her and the children's rooms all the way across the tower. She had no doubt that he had arranged it that way so that he could come and claim her body any time he wanted, just like Robert had done. But she wasn't his and she decided to sleep with a dagger.
There was a light knock on the door and Cersei immediately thought it was Jaime. She liked the idea of making him take her on that bed before the wolf did and scream so everyone in Winterfell knew that she didn't belong to the Lord of Winter. But the door opened and it was the Imp.
“Come on, Cersei... It's not that cold yet!” Tyrion laughed at her sight and casually sat in the chair across from her.
“I doubt you would feel anything with the amount of wine in your stomache, brother. Now, leave! I didn't ask for your company.”
“You are most kind, sweet sister! But a bride to be must have many questions on the ways of love and as you know I'm somewhat of a self-taught expert.”
Cersei fet the stronest urge to grab him by his short legs and throw him in the fire. “So you've come here to mock me. Isn't it enough that you're going to give me to that man tomorrow? And the day after that take my son from me?”
“Sometimes you seem to forget that you and I are of the same blood, sister. I know that there is nothing you hate more that having others decide for your life just like me. But you were born a woman and you can't change that just like I can't change my height. Yet we were both born with better brains that most people. Our only difference is that I choose to use mine.”
“How do you dare...?” Cersei threw the furs off her body and stood up but so did Tyrion.
“You're being stupid, Cersei. You are the cause of your own falling and you took your kids and Jaime with you. There is nobody to blame but you. I fought so hard with father and with the King to save you and you're wasting your second chance!”
“Do you honestly think...?”
“For once in your life listen!” She had never seen Tyrion angry before. “There is no other choise. You have nowhere else to go unless you are willing to sail to the Free Cities and live as either a beggar or a prostitude! I've been watching Ned Stark all day. He doesn't have a mean bone in his body. He and his children are acting like they don't know about Tommen and Myrcella's parentage. He is not a king but he is rich. They can have a good life here and so can you. You can't afford to offend him.”
“The lion won't bend the knee to the wolf. You brother have always been the lowest of the low, but I'm the queen and I will not be treated like a bitch in a wolf's bed.”
Tyrion and Jaime kept saying the same thing; that she was in debt to this stranger who had decided by himself to be her husband. She had not yielded to Robert's ways and she wasn't about to yield to Ned Stark, a man that couldn't by any means be her equal. She had no respect for his precious honour and his serious character. In fact she found his stern face extremely irritating. There was no comparison between him and Jaime and even Robert could be considered a more intresting husband.
“So you have already decided to hate him. You can't be bothered to even talk to him first?”
“I will tolerate him for as long as I have to stay in Winterfell.”
“Then I'm afraid you're going to have a sad life, sweet sister.”
Robb
Why on earth would his father accept that woman as his wife? He had no doubt that he could have refused the King's request; Robert wouldn't force Cersei on anyone and especially his good friend and almost brother.And yet he stood between Jon and Sansa in the Godswood and was about to attend his father's wedding. Cersei Lannister was going to be the Lady Stark of Winterfell.
Nobody could argue that the woman was beautiful, but her beauty came with a great price. She had lied with her own brother and she bore him three bastards, but that didn't seen to weigh in her conscience. Her eyes were filled with malice and Winterfell was too low a seat for her. If they searched the world they wouldn't find a more wicked pair than her and the Kingslayer.
Jamie Lannister had quietly excluded himself from the wedding and they could at least be thankful for that. Robb had sparred with him that morning and had beaten him with difficulty and probably because the Kinslayer wasn't used to the cold. He had the looks and the skill of a Kingsguard and yet none of their honour. He had betrayed both of the Kings he had sworn to protect and compared to what he did to Robert, Aerys's murder was far kinder. Yet Robb found himself liking him much more than his sister.The Kingslayer's fate was in his eyes worse than death, while his sister was punished with a posistion that most women in the seven Kingdoms would kill for. Thankfully she didn't see it that way.
Not for the first time since he had heard of his father's wedding, Robb found himself thinking of his Lady mother. As a boy he thought that every married couple was like his mother and father, but he gradually found out that the love, trust and respect they had for one another was rare. Jon had been the only thorn in their marriage and even if she couldn't really accept him, she had allowed him in her house and never said a mean word to him.
Catelyn's death had left them all heartbroken, but still Robb and Jon and Sansa had been quick to advise their father to marry again. Robb and Jon were almost grown men already and they had felt the need for a woman that could drive a man mad. Jon had beaten the temtation, mainly because he had to work hard to prove himself a true son of his father, but Robb who was always affected by Theon Greyjoy's words took frequent trips to the whorehouse and Ros had taught him the pleasures of a woman's body. But Ned Stark hadn't lied with a woman since Catelyn died.
She is pretty enough but she probably bites.
Right across from them stood the three bastards. Robb was careful never to use that word; Jon was a bastard and in his eyes he was worth more than most highborn lords, but he had no other name for Cersei's children. They hadn't been talking much and for the younger ones he believed they were shy and maybe scared, but Joffrey had been a nightmare. Rude to everyone and sometimes violent he was and Robb honestly felt relief that the boy wouldn't sit on the Iron Throne. He had jokingly suggested to Jon that he could push him off the Wall, but at that point Jon was seriously considering it.
Suddenly there was silense in the Godswood and Robb turned his head and saw the oddest couple walking slowly among the trees. Tyrion had to raise his hand to hold Cersei's fingers as he came to give her, but both of them looked like they would rather be anywhere else but next to each other. He wore the best clothes Tywin Lannister could afford and somehow that made him look even uglier, but Cersei's beauty took all eyes from him.
Apparently her repulsion for the Starks and the North didn't make her want to look any less regal. Cersei Lannister was truly the most beautiful woman in the world. She had chosen to wear a heavy dress with a long train in a white-golden colour with lots of embroidery that was fitted for a queen.
She must have been freezing.
Yet there was no emotion in the lioness's face. The few highborn lords that had dared to travel in the snow seemed to forget their disgust for Cersei's actions when the saw her walking in the snow like a goddess that was far above mortal men. Robb turned his head from the bride and looked at his father. At that time Ned seemed completely infatuated with his new bride.
“Who gives this woman?”
Tyrion Lannister came forward and said some meaningless words about Cersei's beauty and character. Nobody listened. Ned took the red cloak from her shoulders (they were smart enough not to use Baratheon colours) and placed the grey one on her. Then he lightly kissed her and the lords yelled and clapped their hands. Cersei looked mad enough to kill someone but kept her lips tightly sealed.
Robb thought he saw the Kingslayer watching from behind the trees.
Ned
Clothes were stealing from Cersei's beauty. As she stood naked in front of the bed Ned thought that there couldn't be a more beautiful woman and he felt himself harden in his smallclothes. The ladies had left him with at least his underpants but the lords hadn't been that kind to her. Despite her brother and his sons being there she was delivered to him completely naked and trying to hide her fury.
She hadn't spoken one word during the wedding feast nor had she danced. Tyrion had sang for everyone and her kids had danced; even Joffrey danced with Sansa, but she hadn't moved or even smiled all night. But now as she saw the bulge in his smallclothes her mouth opened and she lifted an eyebrow.
With two swift moves she climbed on the bed on her hands and knees and raised her ass up. “Just do it.”
That was all the encouragement he was going to get from her, but he truly couldn't wait anymore. He removed his smallclothes and freed his erection, relieved that she didn't turn to see the state he was in after two years without a woman. Ned slowly climbed on the bed behind her enjoying the view of his wife. Her skin was frozen cold when he touched her.
First he fondled her breasts, not too big but round and firm with her nipples jutting out hard in the cold night. His hands traveled down to her belly and then reached her most sweet place and found her cold and dry. Another man would have taken her like that but he decided to ignore his painful hard-on and make a good first impression.
When his thumb touched her clitoris she almost jumbed. Her long blond hair hid her face and she was determined not to make a sound but he could understand she liked his touches. He started rubbing her harder and when he inserted a finger slowly inside of her she had started to get wet. If he was ever allowed in her bedroom again he would do a lot more to give her pleasure, but he was a man and he had gone too long without a woman. As soon as his fingers got sticky he placed his member in her entrance.
There was still no sound coming from her as he kept going in and out of her tight heat. With a tiny pinch of guilt he thought that Cat had never been this deliciously tight. Cersei's cunt fit his cock like a tight glove and he felt strong waves of pleasure as his manhood was rubbing deep inside her. He heard loud grunts coming out of his mouth and the beautiful sound of his flesh smacking on her soft buttocks, but she refused to open her mouth.
He finished more quickly than he would have wanted to and he came inside her. She tried to move away and he felt himself harden again so he took her once more right away. She was no longer cold and he knew for sure that her breath was louder than before. He did it a little slower that time, taking great care to reach and rub as deep inside her as possible. Cersei tried to move away again but Ned held her in position tight by her hips and pulled her back every time he thrusted in. Both their knees burnt so he pushed her to her stomache and climbed on top of her without pulling out. That caused her clit to rub on the furs of the bed as he drove in and out of her, so she burried her face in a pillow to muffle her rugged breath. It took him longer to finish the second time.
After he had filled her with his seed, he pulled out and rolled to the other side of the bed. Her face was still hidden by sweaty locks of long hair but he could see that she had turned crimson red. Cersei immediately turned her back to him.
“You can't sleep here. Go to your own bed.”