TRIGGERY WARNING: there's a particularly nasty scene coming up so if you're squeamish beware Cerseillia's point of view. 

Enjoy! DAMN IT FEELS GOOD TO BE BACK

Helaena's POV ~ Robb's Camp

I follow Robb, hiding in the shadows, the torchlight flickering in the light breeze, Greywind was trailing behind him, Greywind eyeballed me twice but didn't make any move to alert his master that I was there.

Where is he going?

In front of Robb, I see a wooden cell, there was a figure bound to a tree in the centre of it, "King in the North" the prisoner called out.

JAIME?! I think shocked, I couldn't hold back my gasp, all three of them glance in my direction but they couldn't see the source of the noise as I was hidden. Gods I sigh silently, throwing my head back in exasperation, the man goes a week without me and gets captured by my brother...

"I keep expecting you to leave me in one castle or another for safekeeping" comments Jaime sarcastically, "but you drag me along from camp to camp." He continues, " Did Helaena ask you to keep me here?". I scoff silently As if it husband dearest

"Or have you grown fond of me, Stark? Is that it? I've never seen you with a girl but alas I won't be much help as I've grown quite fond of your sister in my bed" mocks Jaime, taunting Robb.

I could feel my cheeks heating up, shut up Jaime!.., The icy wind cool my red cheeks, I watch Robb pace in front of the makeshift wooden cell, "Helaena doesn't know you're here" he admitted, stopping to face his prisoner.

I know now I glare at Robb, How dare they not tell me my husband was here, sure he's a Lannister but I still deserved to know "Ah so that's why she hadn't visited me, Did you know she's very good in bed? Which is quite surprising since it was her first time" commented Jaime, trying his best to annoy the other male.

Ignoring Jaime, Robb carried on as if he hadn't said anything, "If I left you with one of my bannermen, your father would kno--".

"It was such a nice view seeing her moaning beneath me" interrupted Jaime.
 
  Glaring at my husband and clenching his jaw, Robb continued "within a fortnight, and my bannerman would receive a raven with a message " he crosses his arms and straightens his back, " 'Release my son and you'll be rich beyond your dreams. Refuse and your house will be destroyed root and stem' " says Robb, doing his best impression of Twyin Lannister which was quite spot on considering he never met the man.

"You don't trust the loyalty of the men following you into battle?" Questions Jaime, curiously, leaning forward slightly, Greywind stayed half hidden in the darkness surround us and made his way to the back of the cage, just looking at him made me have an ache in my chest, it reminded me of how much I miss my own direwolf, Lyanna.

I push back a strand of my long dark wavy hair, listening to Robb's reply, "Oh, I trust them with my life. Just not with yours". Jaime starts smirking "Smart boy"; Robb narrowed his eyes at being called a boy, "What's wrong? Don't like being called 'boy'? Insulted?" Asked Jaime pushing Robb's buttons further.

Robb doesn't say anything, he's blue eyes just stare at the back of the cage, Jaime nervously strains to look behind him, heavy padding of paws can be heard walking towards the entrance of the cage, the direwolf can be seen in the dim flickering light from the torches around.

Greywind stood tall, at waist level with his master, his lips pulled back in a threatening growl, "You insult yourself, Kingslayer. You've been defeated by a boy" boasted Robb, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, his had resting on the direwolf by his side. Jaime loses his brave facade as his green eyes watching Greywind nervously, his mud matted hair stuck to his face with perspiration.

"You're held captive by a boy. Perhaps you'll be killed by a boy" drawls Robb, lifting his leather clad hand off the wolf; at a slow almost teasing pace, Greywind enters the cage and stands at the entrance growling, frothing at the mouth, I held my breath, Robb what are you doing?! Unnoticed to myself I was biting my lip so hard that  it burst open, blood as red as fine dornish pumping out. Greywind lifted his head in my direction nostrils flaring.

Jaime watches the obedient wolf anxiously, "Stannis Baratheon sent ravens to all the high lords of Westeros" continued Robb as if he had all the time in the world, "King Joffrey Baratheon is neither a true king nor a true Baratheon", Jaime focuses back on Robb just to hear him smugly say.

"He's your bastard son"

I hold my gasp back, so..so the rumours are true... Cersei and Jaime.. , I  bit my lip to stop myself from shouting out , bastards born of incest echoes a voice in my head, it mightn't be true I think holding a small piece of hope, Robb could be trying to get some information out of him by saying rumours that have been over his head for years... I muse dubiously.

Blood started to trail slowly down my chin from my bottom lip, I impatiently wiped it off.

"If that's true, Stannis is the rightful king. How convenient for him" Jaime responds stiffly, "My father learned the truth. That's why you had him executed" accuses Robb, "Your son killed him so the world wouldn't learn who fathered him! And you..." Robb trailed off, his bright blue eyes wide, staring at me in shock, somehow noticing me. He saw the smear of blood on my chin, he looked concerned for a moment but his eyes hardened and narrowed at me.

He tore his gaze away from me and averted his attention back to Jaime, now he knows that I'm aware of his secret and Jamie's... Robb carried on glaring at my green-eyed husband "you pushed my brother from a window because he saw you with the queen."

I shove my fist into my mouth to quieten my sudden sob, He's the reason why Bran can no longer become a knight... the reason why he is a...cripple; I stare at Jaime and I couldn't help the disgust I felt, the anger, why do you believe Robb so easily? A part of me questions myself why do you trust him and not Jaime? Because Robb has never lied to me I snap back ending the argument with myself.

"Three victories don't make you a conqueror" drawled Jaime, leaning his back against the old oak tree he was tied to, "It's better than three defeats" retorts my brother, giving a small nod to his direwolf then swiftly turning around, making his way back to his tent.

Greywind approaches Jaime; his lips drawn back in a ferocious growl, showing off his sharp jagged canines My husband finches away, squeezing his eyes shut and turning his head. I quickly rush over as silently as I can, I see Greywind's ears prick backwards listening to me as I draw closer: I drop to my knees noiselessly, I gently lay my hand on his coarse grey fur, he goes silent and leaves like a ghost as if he was never even there.

I place my hand lightly on his cheek, I trail my tumb faintly along his high cheekbones, he slowly lifts his head, opening his bright green eyes and staring into mine in bewilderment, we both lean forward slightly our forehead meeting.

I gradually shut my eyes and sigh deeply, it was peaceful for a few moments, the only noise nearby was the crackling flames of the torches and the whisperings of the trees from the breeze in the forest nearby. Of course, Jaime had to break it, "How much did you overhear?" He questions almost nervous and concerned.

I shake my head slightly, not even opening my eyes. I didn't dare look at him in case he saw the anger, the confusion and most importantly the pain in my eyes. I could feel Jaime's own examining my face, "Don't you think it's a bit early in our marriage for the silent treatment love?"

"And don't you think it's a bit early in our marriage for you to be my brother's prisoner?" I snap back, finally opening my brown eyes. I lean back resting on the haunches of my feet. I couldn't stop my face from scrunching up in disgust. The smell was indescribable. Shit mixed with piss, sweat, blood and dirt. "When was the last time you bathed Jamie?? you smell quite revolting"

"Playing the role of the mother already I see" Sneers Jamie his wounded pride getting more damaged by the minute. Sighing I rub my temples with my fingertips, "I'll try and convince Robb to let me bring you to the nearby stream tomorrow and get you fresh clothes" I whisper, flicking my eyes around us anxiously. Wouldn't it just be perfect to get caught by a northern lord with my husband, conversing in the dark, not suspicious at all.

"Maybe you'll convince him to let the big bad lion back in your bed" he replies, with an almost ironic wolfish grin on his face. I raise an eyebrow at him. What a charmer  I think sarcastically. "If you weren't tied up so pitifully right now I would slap you"

Jamie looked shocked but his eyes shun with mischief, "I never knew you were so feisty Helaena, we could have had a lot more fun on our wedding night". He leans forward as if he was to kiss me. His hot breath hitting my cold cracked lips.

I feel my lids getting heavier, drooping further with every second. A big hot moist thing hits my lips and licks my bottom lip. I jump to my feet flabbergasted. "What was that?!" I exclaim my voice at a higher octave.

"My tongue" Jamie replies nonchalantly as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. I gape at him."But why??" I peer down at him curiously, secretly enjoying the fact that I was taller for once. "Well" he drawled" your lip was bleeding"

"Oh," I murmur looking away, heat rushing to my cheeks. I place my icy hands on them in the hopes of getting rid of the redness before Jamie noticed. Snap out of it Helaena! He is the enemy.  I glance back at the Lannister who was gazing at me like a puppy or a newborn babe as if he couldn't quite figure me out. Yeah, I think bitterly suppose he is the enemy.

My heart was pounding in my chest almost as if it was disagreeing with my thoughts. "Jamie we need to ta---"

"OI LANNISTER"  shouted a thundering voice accompanied by the thumping of heavy footsteps.

"DINNAS READY"

Panicked I rush out of the cage and edge away from the voice hoping to avoid any confrontation. I head towards Robb's tent, heart heavy with dread of what was to come and my mind blurry trying to trudge through and make sense of the past. I need to talk to Robb.

Cerseillia's POV ~ King's Landing

*******FLASHBACK / DREAM*******

"Daddy, daddy look!" squeals Little Cerseillia, tugging at Robert's leather coat. It had just been her and Joffrey's 10th name day, and Cerseillia was already starting to look like a stunning young lady.

Endless golden blonde curls tumbled down her back, her emerald eyes had significant flecks of gold in them just like her Grandfather's. She was the picture of innocence, a sweet little beauty, but her personality was a whole different story. After Cersei dragging her along to one court meeting, a change occurred in her. She started acting slightly manipulative and cunning for her age, from forcing her brother Tommen to dance around like a fool to show off in front of her friends, to poisoning a particular nurse she didn't like because she made her learn poems. This forced her nurse to quit and live out on the streets in pain. Both her and Joffrey had a sadistic cruel streak that no one could explain. Acting sweet at first, talking like butter wouldn't melt in her mouth until she got what she wanted and she would suddenly change her personality completely. Cersei kept hoping that this was just a phase, that there wasn't actually anything wrong with her children.

"What do you want, little Princess" mutters Robert gruffly, not looking down at his daughter. "Come look at what Joff and I did! They were so adorable, and I even shoved them in Tommen's face cause he was being a big baby and wasn't looking at them like I wanted him to!" Cerseillia blabbers on, tugging and tugging until her Father finally gives in. "Go on then" he says, sinking into one of his armchairs. Cerseillia rushes out the door quickly and brings back her twin, who has a strange evil grin on his face.

"If only they didn't smell" Cerseillia mutters, scowling down at the object Joffrey is holding. Robert stirs with a frown and gestures to bring it over. Joffrey roughly throws it on the dining table and Robert gasps. It's a dead cat, with all its unborn kittens cut out of it, lying on top. "Me and sis did a good job of cutting it, didn't we Father?" Joffrey smirks, looking down at his "masterpiece".

"Sis told me she had seen the big pregnant cat roaming around before, and she always wondered what the little kittens look like inside it" he continues, a toothy grin on his face. "So today in the middle of lunch Joff bravely grabbed it by the neck, and I took the knife I was using to eat my food with, and cut right into the cat!" Cerseillia finishes, hugging Joffrey gleefully.

"They aren't very interesting though, I wish they were alive" Joffrey muses, grabbing a quill from his father's desk and starts poking at one of the purple lumps that was meant to soon be a kitten. They both pause, looking at their Father for a reaction. Robert looks at them in disgust, his black hairy eyebrows furrowed. "What kind of children are you" he whisper-shouts, slamming a hand on the table. Pushing his chair back with a grunt, he grabs Joffrey by the collar and drags him outside the door, with Cerseillia running after them, not able to stay out of anything as usual.

"There is something wrong with you" he bellows, slamming Joffrey against a wall and peering into his trembling, whimpering face. "Stop father! STOP!" Cerseillia screams, hitting Robert herself, breaking down into tears.

As Robert hits Joffrey's face, causing him to screech as two of his baby teeth fall out, they hear a sharp loud clicking on the steps. Up walk Cersei and her brother Jaime, who were just taking a stroll, and Cersei stops at a sudden halt, staring at her husband in complete shock. "Robert! How dare you lay a hand on our children?!" she exclaims, her eyebrows raising at an alarmingly quick height, her face filled with the most rage she would probably ever have.

"I am not having my children terrorising maids and siblings, torturing animals or acting like little tricksters any longer!" Robert spits, finally able to let out all the pent-up rage he had about his eldest son and daughter.

Narrowing his eyes distastefully at Robert, Jaime runs a hand through his long golden locks and turns to the scowling little twins. "Come to your Mother, your Father won't hurt you no more," he says with a smirk, as Cersei pulls her children into her chest, crooning softly to them. Jaime walks over slowly, a strange look overcoming his face. Robert glares over at Jaime. "What are you doing here anyway, Kingslayer" he growls. "Just catching up on news with my sister. And seeing my, niece and nephew being beaten up by the King it seems" Jaime replies, narrowing his eyes.

Robert always had a special hatred for Jaime, the fact that all he would hear when he went out were the rumours about him and his wife angered him a great deal.

"It was for their own good. We need to do something about those two, get them separated perhaps, they influence each other too much in the wrong ways" Robert declares harshly, as an angry look passes between Jaime and Cersei. "We will do no such thing!" Cersei commands quickly. "They are just children, they can have their fun" Jaime finishes, his voice not in that carefree tone it's always in. Cersei would not let the same thing that happened to her and Jaime, which was being completely separated for years, not being allowed to see each other, happen to her own kin too.

"Now, go back to your rooms. We can talk at dinner." Cersei says hastily to Joffrey and Cerseillia, who nods, as Cerseillia crosses her arms, making sure not to even look at her Father. "I can escort them if you like, sister," Jaime says suddenly, smiling down at his niece and nephew. "You can show us your huge sword again, Uncle!" Joffrey says with a grin, quickly wiping away any tears that might've fallen down his cheeks. "Thank you, Jaime" Cersei replies with a smile, as her brother and her children walk down the steps, Cerseillia chatting about how she hopes she finds another cat soon, and Joffrey asking if he can go hunting for them next time using Jaime's sword.

"And you. Go back to drinking, or whatever it is you do in there" Cersei mutters to Robert, not able to look him in the eye. "I can't, the dead cat litter is still lying on my table" he grunts in a sarcastic tone. "I will get one of the servants to clean it up" Cersei interrupts. "And if you ever lay a hand on the twins, ever again, I will make sure you get strangled in your sleep that very night" she hisses, jabbing a slender finger into Roberts fat round face. "Fine" he replies, grabbing her wrist. "Don't blame me if your children turn into the monsters they already may have become" he snorts and waddles off, leaving Cersei looking up to the heavens in disbelief.

I wake up in a sweat, blinking in confusion. "What in seven hells was that... It's like I was there in the past again" I murmur, leaning back against my pillows with a sigh. There's a sharp knock on the door and in bursts Mother, a strange smile on her face. "Happy nameday" she congratulates, folding her arms. Of course, I must've just been thinking about me and Joffrey's nameday so much that it just appeared in my dream, our tenth one if I can recall.

I decide not to tell her about the weird flashback so with a grin I sit up. "The tourney will be brilliant, I always love to see our dog fight," I say as Mother nods, clicking her fingers for my handmaiden to come in and help me dress. "Tell Joffrey that the decorators you wanted to see are arriving tomorrow," she says with a shrug, looking at me expectantly for an answer of why we asked for the best decorators and builders in all the Kingdoms to come to King's Landing. I smile sneakily. "It's all a surprise Mother"

She raises her eyebrows and just shakes her head. "We'll talk later" she confirms, and coming over quickly to kiss me on the forehead, she walks out again. I get out of bed, looking around impatiently. "Where in seven hells is the new handmaiden?!"

*time skip to that evening*

I smirk to myself as I look around at our nameday feast. Joffrey sits beside me, sipping on his wine and grinning, Mother is on the other side of him, getting more and more drunk by the minute. I'm about to tuck into my gorgeous smelling dish of roasted rabbit glazed in herbs with mashed turnips when I hear a familiar voice beside me. "My sweet niece, I do hope you're enjoying your nameday," says the wry voice of my Uncle Tyrion, cutting sharply through the hum and bustle in the background of music and cutlery and conversations.

I put my fork down slowly in distaste, and turn my head impatiently at him. "Thank you, Uncle. I do hope you can tell me of how you "fought" so gallantly in the battle with the Young Wolf?" I jeer as he pulls himself up on the chair and grabs a jug of wine. Word has it that Uncle started out the battle on the front line, but then as they started marching he got knocked over and trampled by his own men.

He raises his eyebrows and puts his chin in his hand, leaning on the table. "My fight may have ended early, but it seems I still accomplished more than your brother did in these past days" he jibes back, mockingly waiting for my reaction. I give a cruel smile and stick my fork into the lamb with force.

"I was busy ruling the Kingdoms, Uncle" Joffrey cuts in, leaning over to give Uncle a glare. Tyrion just gives a knowing smile and bites into some lamb. "I'm sure you were" he mutters as Joffrey and I settle back into our seats, a look of distaste passing between us. Mother, who's gotten so drunk that her speech is slurring, taps us both on the shoulder to listen to her.

"My sweet little twins," she says. "16 already, my my" I have never seen her so look so unfocused. "Now of course, sweet Joffrey has huge responsibilities as King" Joffrey smirks as she pats his shoulder. "Which I'm sure he'll do very well" I add, sipping my wine and smiling at Joff. From behind me, the annoying voice pops up again. "Not when there are three other Kings going after him. With this war, Kings will be dying like flies" Uncle chuckles, as the ugliest scowl comes across Mother's lips.

Ignoring his comment, she carries on with her little impromptu speech. "Now, of course, that doesn't mean you can just go around doing whatever you want, Cerseillia," she says, brushing my hair out of my face. I narrow my eyes. "What have I done wrong?" I question innocently, leaning back in my chair. Mother can't help but snicker loudly, making a laughing noise but no sign of a smile on her face. "You have gone through 5 maids in the past 2 fortnights" she hisses, and I smirk as I think of all the handmaidens that have passed. The first one didn't do what I told her, which come on, is what maids are meant to do, so I got Ser Illyn to chop off both her hands. During a little conversation on the balcony, the second one told me she didn't think people would approve of me going around to brothels. So in a bit of a temper, I pushed her out over the balcony....

The list went on and on, and now I'm on my 6th maid in a few weeks. "It's surely not my fault that all the maids don't do what they're supposed to do, and are ignorant" I retort. Mother sighs. "I know they can be a nuisance, Cerseillia. But you have to start acting more like a lady and less like the mischevious little girl you used to be" I finally just nod with a roll of my eyes, and she quietly breathes in a sigh of relief.

"I had the strangest dream last night" I comment as Mother raises her eyebrows, sloppily pouring in more wine. "What about, my child" she questions absentmindedly, more focused on her glass of harbour red. "It wasn't exactly the dream itself that was strange, it was that it was like I was watching as an outsider, looking in on myself" I muse, picking at my now cold food.

"As much as I love to hear about your strange night goings, I don't particularly care" Joffrey sniggers quietly as I sigh sarcastically. "It was like a flashback to that time, remember a few days after our 10th name day, and I was curious to see what was in that cat" I chuckle darkly, as Joffrey looks up again in interest.

"How could Father dare get so angry at me" Joffrey glares as he remembers what happened, and clenches his fist. "We didn't even do anything wrong" I exclaim, placing my hand over Joffrey's. "Who cares anyway, a lion doesn't concern themselves with the opinions of sheep" I scoff in pride, and Joffrey relaxes, grinning again.

I turn back to my plate and push it away, completely not hungry anymore. Uncle Tyrion strokes his chin in thought, mockingly or not, I don't know. "You know, maybe this dream could mean something," he says in wonder, yet again I don't know whether he's sarcastic or not. "A foreshadowing perhaps" he adds, patting my cheek and jumping off his high stool. "What, beware of cats and angry Kings?" I sneer, as Tyrion shrugs in farewell, stepping back and walking away.

Helaena's POV ~ 

 A horse neighs loudly in the distance, followed by shouting and the clopping of the animal's steal shoes. I squint down at the wooden map of Westeros carved into a stump of wood. Robb's war council murmur around me. I feel their distrust and resentment in their gazes as if I was unworthy to be sitting in the war room, well war tent, beside them. beside Robb. I narrow my eyes angrily at a small wooden carving of a lion, wishing it would burst into flames. Along with the rest of those Lions.

 Frowning at myself and shaking my head softly. I remove my gaze from the lion and scourage the rest of the map. Ignoring the men's jugs of ale I stretch my sight from the north to the south, I lean towards Robb, sitting on my right side lost in his own thoughts. I feel the course but warm fur from his cloak ruffle my cheek, "there's a king in every corner". His sharp blue eyes rise to meet mine, they seemed tired. "aye" he replies gruffly "only one concerns me". I'm almost lost for words by the hardness in his eyes, they aren't the eyes of the brother I grew up with. The man who helped me pick the name of my direwolf many moons ago.

He's changed.

I suppose we both have.

I grasp his hand tightly in mine. Just because mine are cold or so I convinced myself.  " thinking the other kings aren't worth your concern would be foolish Robb" I squeeze his hand, trying to express my urgency in ways words could not. "That kind of thinking will get you killed". I could not, no, I would not imagine a world without Robb and Jon in it.  Robb must have seen the worry in my eyes as he clasped my hand back with just as much ferocity if not more. "You don't have to worry about me Helaena, Keep your worry for your Lannister husband and for our men fighting".

Breaking our eye contact, I study the table feeling Robb's piercing blue eyes examine my face. Ignoring the intense smell of alcohol I announce my thoughts to Robb, "We should forge an alliance with Renly, Stannis is out of the question as he'll never let the North be free. He's too old-fashioned". I return my gaze to him smiling " and who knows maybe you can convince Renly with those ever so pretty blue eyes of yours, be the first two kings to rule". With a wink, I let go of his hand.

Robb chortles loudly catching the attention of Theon on his right. Theon smirks and starts chuckling lightly acting as if he heard the joke, I raise my eyebrow in his direction "Alright there Theon?".  "As alright one can be amid a war lady Lannister" he replies smirk never leaving his face, both Robb and I freeze. "So how does it feel to be fraternising with the enemy?" continues Theon, obviously enjoying himself. "I don't know Theon maybe you should ask yourself since you too have fraternised with the enemy" I retort, looking fixedly into his black seemingly soulless eyes. 

I blow him a swift kiss as he fumbles for a response and advert my attention to the man entering the tent accompanied by two of our soldiers. Ah, so this must be Alton Lannister, a cousin of Jamie's. Robb quickly loses the joyful expression on his face and the icy king returns, time for business. After Robb makes his demands everyone swiftly leaves the makeshift war room returning to their cosy beds bar Theon, Robb and myself. "We can fight them in the fields as long as you like, but we won't beat them until you take King's Landing. And we can't take King's Landing without ships. My father has ships and men who know how to sail them" declares Theon pacing. 

I stride over the Theon and gently place my hand on his shoulder, stopping his frantic pace. " you know why we can't ask your father for help Theon, our father fought him and ended his rebellion there's no way he'd help us". The Greyjoy shakes his head and roughly pushes my hand off him, " Men who fought King Robert to free themselves from the yoke of the South, just like you're doing now." He says, a certain anger to his tone. Unbeknownst to myself, I started shaking. The fierce wind flittering around us. Robb sighs and places his humongous black cape around my shoulders, almost swallowing me. "He's right Helaena, we need more ships and men to man them"

Theon jumps at the chance to speak again "I'm his only living son. He'll listen to me. I know he will. I'm not a Stark. I know that, but your father raised me to be an honourable man. We can avenge him together." Theon saunters forward placing a hand on Robb's shoulder and mine, "It's the only way". I leer owlishly at the two of them, my eyes flittering between black and blue eyes and then I cast my gaze upwards to the gods. "I bet father is twisting in his grave at the thought of us making an alliance with Balon," I remark dryly.

I have faith in one man keeping his word and it sure as hells isn't Balon Greyjoy.... I gaze at Theon, his sandy hair swaying in the wind " I wish you luck on your travels Brother but" I step closer grabbing the front of his cloak and yank him to my level, "if you betray Robb or feed your fantasy of becoming king of the iron island, I won't hesitate to gut you like I did that wilding that day in the woods". I whisper with a newly found ferocity. I kiss his cheek before turning my back on both of them, The heavy black cloak sweeping across the ground.

I stroll leisurely towards Robb's tent, examining the camp around me. Boys as young as fourteen summers were stomping throughout the area, wearing heavy leather clothes and carrying swords that were most likely heavier than they are. They should be at home not out here fighting someone else's war I think solemnly shaking my head. I trudge through the camp until I find my destination. 

I lean against Robb's desk keeping my focus at the entrance, I can't help but miss the comforting weight of my sword against my hip but wearing it constantly would make the northern lords think I'm preparing an ambushing at any moment. Sighing miserably and dropping my head into my chest, I feel my eyes shut involuntarily but I can't stop them. I tug Robb's cloak closing relishing in its comfort, imagining it was Father's arms around me. Whispering it would all be okay and that he loves me, How I wish I could hear his voice one last time. His face, just before his death, haunts me. What was he trying to tell me?

I feel a callused thumb gently stroke my cheek wiping away something wet. My lids snap open it shock and I grip the wrist of the thumb's with both my hands preparing to jerk it off my face but I quickly realise it's Robb. "I'm sorry Robb I just---"

"I understand Helaena, you don't have to apologise to me" He whispers, panting slightly as if he ran here. I take notice of his flush cheeks and ruby nose, his icy pools standing out more than ever. Greywind bounds over and nudges Robb away from me and rubs himself against me, chuckling slightly I sink my fingers deep into his fur. Scratching my nails lightly against the wolf, "I suppose you know why I'm here?" I say, breaking the peaceful silence between us. I hold my breath, waiting for Robb to reply. but he doesn't. The only sound that can be heard is the cackling of the candle. 

Robb sighs deeply and plops himself ungracefully into a chair, "aye I suppose I do". He drags a hand across his face and looks at me expectantly. Just as I open my mouth to speak Caitlyn storms in her red braid whipping around in anger, she points an accusing finger at me "I suppose it was your idea to try ally Balon Greyjoy ". I shake my head, ruffling my long black hair and regard her blankly. "She was actually against Balon" affirms Robb, immediately jumping to my defence. "We need his ships, they say he has 200" I state stiffly, stopping my movements through Greywind's thick fur.

Storming towards me she sneers, "They say a million rats live in the sewers of King's Landing. Shall we rally them to fight for us?". Huffing out a laugh I respond to her sarcasm with a cheeky grin,"maybe we should who knows maybe we've got a rat charmer amongst us", I nod towards her "you've certainly got enough practice with charming Littlefinger". Fury fills her face and her eyes narrow to slits.

Her mood change came as swiftly as the slap did.

I felt her thick metal ring strike my cheek before I even realised what had happened.

The throbbing started promptly and I knew she had left a mark but I couldn't bring myself to feel anger. I deserved this. Robb had jumped up in alarm and was about to pull his mother away from me before I shook my head slightly keeping my brown orbs cast downwards. Blocking out the rest of their discussion I resume my methodic petting, soothing Greywinds raised hackle. Lady Stark storms out in the same fashion at which she entered and disappeared into the night.

Robb shuffles around his tent and gathers a washcloth and a jug of water, I watch him as he does so. The king in the north huh. He returns to my side and gestures towards my cheek with the now damp cloth, I wipe my hands off my light blue dress and gently ease the cloth out of his grasp and place it where the throb emits. "It'll leave a mark" observers Robb. I smile slightly, gazing up at him, "yeah I suppose it will".

My smile drops and I asked the long-awaited question. "why didn't you tell me?". Robb suddenly becomes interested in Greywind and starts stroking him intensely, "I was afraid".

"afraid?" I echo, "and here I thought nothing feared the great King in the North". Robb shakes his head, refusing to look at me.  "I was stupidly afraid of losing you more than I have, of your loyalties changing and you running away with your Kingslayer". Flinching slightly at the vicious way he said Kingslayer, I clasp his hand once again with my free hand and force him to meet my gaze. "The only thing you should fear is losing your head, it seems to be swelling with stupidity". a joyful grin slinks its way onto his face as he burst out laughing. " no no seriously!" how stupid must you have gotten to think anything of the sort would happen" I exclaim pushing him away from me, my stomach heaving with trying to hold back my laughs.

Robb throws his head back while grinning like a madman. He focuses on me once again, "forgive me?" he asks, his eyes widening and his bottom lip getting plumper by the minute. "oh Robb" I sigh dramatically, " You know only me and Jon can get away successfully with the puppy dog eyes". His expression drops for a second before it becomes even worse.

 "pleaseee?"

"fineeeeee" I groan, "but only if you allow me to wash my husband and give him fresh clothes". Robb freezes mid whoop and freezes staring at me agape. Greywind looks between his master and I confusedly for a few moments before trodding into the corner and laying down. Sensing Robb's unease at the request I continue quickly, "I would bring my sword with me and Greywind if you allow me" now it was my turn to look pleadingly. "he's my husband Robb. I have to take care of his as much as I can while being here for my family. Please let me do this much" 

Robb stares at me not replying. I return his gaze, my eyes pleading with his silently. "fine" he grunts out as if it physically hurt him. I rush to pull him into a one-armed hug, "thank you" I whisper into his ear, his auburn hair ruffling against my uninjured cheek. I place a swift kiss on his cheek. Turning my back to him, I begin making my way to the entrance of the tent. "goodnight Robb" I shout as I keep walking.

I let out a low moan when my head hit my pillow and I instantly succumb to sleep's seductive call.  Snow was covering the land as far as the eye could see but I could smell freshly cooked meat and more importantly, I could smell my brother. Running forward, I lift my head and howl joyously. "I'M HERE GHOST" I seemed to be saying, a deep howl responds and a man's voice followed after, "quick open the gates!". I bound on all fours towards the gate and as soon as I enter a giant open court I'm forced to the floor by a huge white looming figure who's leering at me with bright red eyes. I nudge his snout with mine and let out a soft whine, Ghost responds in kind and licks my nose with his tongue. I push him off me and sit up looking for a boy with unruly black hair. Ghost inspects me for injuries as Jon sprints forward, "Lyanna??" he exclaims flabbergasted. I leap onto him, forcing him to land on his back and begin kissing his face without remorse for all the slobber that'll be getting on it. "Oh, how I missed you Jon" I wanted to say but all that would come out were happy yelps. 

Jon eventually manages to push me off him and we stay there examining each other. A chubby man joins us and peers at me curiously, "another direwolf?!" he asks Jon, "where can I get one?". Jon smiles up at him "this is my twins wolf Lyanna", He turns to me "Lyanna meet Samwell Tarley". I nod my head at him in greeting but I keep my gaze fixed on Jon, Ghosts nudges me and nips my ear gently pulling me into the direction of which I assume is his bed. I overhear Jon and Sam conversing as I leave them behind me. 

"Why is your sister's direwolf here and how did she even find us?" 

"I don't know but at least Ghost has some family here now, I must send a raven to Helaena"

I wake up covered in sweat and still in my dress from yesterday.sitting up slowly and squinting in the harsh sunlight, I raise a shaky hand and pull it through my dishevelled hair. what in the seven hells was that?!?!

Cerseillia's POV ~ King's Landing

"Perhaps they should move that piece over to the other side," I remark as Joffery and I  stand on the steps in front of the Iron Throne, observing the workers around us. We both decided it was time to change the appearance of the Throne Room to what it used to be, a magnificent room fit for a King. Joffrey raises his eyebrows and shakes his head, dismissing my words. "I am in charge of this, you're only helping" he murmurs, looking away at the huge wooden ladder by the steps.

Since when did my brother get so arrogant... Well, he already was but this is a whole other level, even for me. "I am just as much of a part of this as you are," I say scornfully, walking over to his side. I've just placed my hand on his shoulder when he grabs my wrist, pulling me closer. "I was born two minutes earlier so I'm in charge" he spits out, angry at my impudence. I angle my head and examine my brother's piercing green eyes. "One minute earlier" I correct with a smirk as he opens his mouth to retaliate, but after another second he just breathes out in defeat.

As I look back at the Throne in satisfaction, the sturdy doors suddenly open and with a clang in stride the Gold Cloaks, Mother walking in the midst of them. I briefly glance at Joffrey with raised eyebrows, silently wondering why our Mother has just come to see us unarranged. "What is all this," she asks, speculating her surroundings.

"We've decided to turn this room to its proper appearance" Joffrey informs. He finally lets go of my wrist and treads down the steps, while Mother folds her arms complacently. "Say what you will about the Targaryeans, but they were conquerors," I say smugly as I follow Joffrey. "That" I point to the Throne, greed and desire in my eyes "That is a seat for a conqueror" I finish, lowering my hand slowly, and hastily turning away from the thing I crave so much.  IT WILL BE MINE.

Joffrey narrows his eyes in concern, but it quickly goes away as he looks up again. "It needs a room to match it, not vines and flowers" he states in distaste as I nod along. "So this is what the best designers and builders in Westeros were for" Mother comments, surprisingly content. She just nods at our handiwork again and then pulls us both closer to her, changing the subject to her own interest as usual. "We can't find Arya Stark" she murmurs. I snigger. "If we're lucky she's dead in a ditch somewhere" or worse . Mother sighs and folds her arms again, fiddling with her gold sleeves. "Perhaps, but if not we need her. They'll never give Jaime back to us for Sansa alone"

I bite my lip as I remember our Uncle, rotting away in a cell, his life in the hands of the Young Wolf. "I think they might. They're weak, they put too much value on their women" interrupts Joffrey, dismissing her. He strides up to the Throne again, and Mother and I hurriedly follow after him. "We need to set our armies to the task of finding her, send out as many men as we can" As we stand around the Throne, Mother tries to take Joffrey's hand. "I'm sure if you asked Grandfather-"

He sneers and yanks his hand away. "A King does not ask, he commands".

"And our Grandfather's lack of experience on the battlefield is what got Uncle Jaime captured by Robb Stark in the first place" I add, as Joffrey nods condescendingly in approval. "His life is in danger" Mother responds, a hint of anguish in her voice.

Joffrey shakes his head impatiently. "We're at war. All our lives are in danger!" he exclaims, impulsively wrapping his hand around my waist. He stops for a few seconds, observing Mother. "We heard some disgusting lies about Uncle. And you" he says softly. She breathes in, and hesitantly smiles and nods.

"Our enemies will do or say anything to weaken your claim to the Throne," she says hastily, fixing out the edges of her stiff fabric dress. "It's not a claim, the Throne is his," I say in astonishment, how dare she say that to my joffery, as Mother plasters an unbelievably fake smile on her face. "Of course it is. No one believes this foul gossip" she continues, her eyes looking down unconvincingly.

"Everyone believes it" I mutter softly into Joffrey's ear, and his grip tightens. "Father had other children right? Besides us and Tommen and Myrcella" he questions testily. Mother's mouth opens and closes a few times before she speaks again. "What- what are you asking?" she raises an eyebrow. I roll my eyes impatiently and curl my lips, giving a cruel smile. "We're asking if our Father fucked other women when he grew tired of you. How many basta-" I don't get to finish my sentence as Mother whacks the living daylights out of me, causing me to topple over, almost falling to the ground.

I shriek in shock and hold my hand to my cheek, which is burning agonizingly. Mother's jaw falls open in shock, and she looks at her hand dumbfoundedly, as if she can't believe she just hit her daughter. It seems I should be wary of angry regents as well as kings.

There's silence throughout the room as every single worker stops and looks at us worriedly, and I give Mother a death stare. Joffrey meanwhile scowls and clears his throat, and the workers hastily get to work again, causing the room to buzz from the sound of clanking and sawing and wood and steel hitting.

He doesn't give me a second glance but treads softly over to Mother, a look of rage on his face. "What you just did, is punishable by death if I wanted it," he says in disgust. I straighten up and take a deep breath, trying to regain my dignity. "You will never do it again" I warn, looking to my brother for confirmation. "Never" he repeats with a sneer and Mother looks away with a quiet sigh.

"That'll be all Mother" Joffrey announces, but she doesn't move an inch. "The main reason why I came here was actually to get you two. Your presence is required at the Small Council Meeting for a reason I don't know" she says apathetically, gesturing for us to come. I frown but decide to walk down to the Gold Cloaks waiting by the doors. I can never resist a bit of politics, the Small Council especially. Joffrey stands up slowly, narrowing his eyes in bewilderment. "Fine" he mutters and saunters down.

"Your Grace" our Dog growls under his breath, holding the door open for us to pass, and we make our way to the Small Council Chamber.

*time skip forward a few mins😂*

"Hello, your Grace, I hope we're not taking you away from any duties you may have been doing" gushes the strange voice of Littlefinger as Joffrey and I stride into the room, Mother standing in the doorway. "No no, of course not. You're his advisors, so advise" I reply for Joffrey with a sweet smile, and I can see a look passing between Lord Varys and Uncle Tyrion.

"Well, my dear niece and nephew, please be seated," Tyrion says with a smirk, indicating to two spare seats at the table. He looks around and in pretend sadness peers up at Mother and clasps his hands together. "I'm sorry Cersei, seems there are no other chairs for you" he laments and Mother walks over with a raise of her eyebrows and stands by the table, looking around in discontent.

"You seem to be wasting our time. Please tell me why you beckoned not only King Joffrey but Princess Cerseillia too" she spits out as the last words of her sentence are almost not heard because Pycelle starts coughing. He almost falls off his bloody chair and we look around in amusement. He gives one last snort and I roll my eyes. "Are you finished, Grand Maester?" I retort as my fingers drum the wooden table repeatedly.

"I beckoned them because they both need to know about the matters at hand" replies Uncle, and I look to Joff in bewilderment. What matters I sneer at uncle, The only matters I care about are, the throne, Joffrey, Jamie's return and torturing the rest of those stupid wolves.

He shifts his weight in his chair and leans forward. "Well spit it out Uncle" Joffrey glowers. Tyrion opens his mouth to speak but the voice of Littlefinger cuts him off. "I think it would be better if I told the twins, they hate you so much that just looking at you might make them lose their concentration" he chuckles and Varys smirks beside him. "We heard that" Joffrey mutters and Varys folds his arms with a fake smile. "You were meant to hear that, Your Grace," he says softly and I roll my eyes. "Enough. Lord Baelish, get on with it"

With a stroke of his chin, Baelish leans back in his chair. "So, Cerseillia" he starts carefully. "You're turning into a very..-" he pauses and looks around.
"-Smart young woman, and, sometimes we need to send out people to, to forge alliances with other people, and put things right" I narrow my eyes and lean forward to make eye contact with him. "What are you saying..."

He clears his throat. "We need you to travel out and put forward an allegiance with the Crown" I raise my eyebrows, leaning on my hand. "Travel out?... You don't mean- I'm betrothed?..." I murmur, my fingers still drumming continuously on the wooden table. Not hearing me, Littlefinger carries on. "You will set out for Renly Baratheon's camp at sundown"

My mouth falls open and I stare at him in shock. I scream. "Renly Baratheon? I'M BETROTHED TO RENLY BARATHEON???" Suddenly I begin to feel nauseous, and the room starts spinning around me. I can hear voices in the background. Littlefinger is muttering in confusion, Mother has just gasped in shock, Varys's soft soothing voice is saying "I think she took it the wrong way, my Lord", Pycelle has started to cough again and Joffrey has stood up with a screech of his chair, his eyes wide in confusion.

Oh gods no

With one last shaky breath, I fall to the ground and everything goes to darkness.

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Hey guys

I'm hoping to start up this story again! I'd love to hear what ye thought of this chapter! No kittens were harmed in the making of this story.

now if we could have a moment of silence for Jamie's pride, I'm sure he'd appreciate it.

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