Warnings: Smut (sex), nudity, swearing, Your heart may break a little too ;)
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Helaena's POV ~ Winterfell

"Do you want the good news or the bad news?" My father asks me while pacing his study, The King drinking Winterfell dry of ale from his goblet and sitting at Father's desk.

"I don't think there's any bad news if you ask me" comments Jaime, lounging in a worn leather chair, Father turned to him and snaps,  "No one asked you, did they? Kingslayer"

"Father! There's no need for that" I exclaim. I sigh deeply, "Just tell me the bad news first, better get it over with" I murmur, sitting down in the chair next to Jaime.

Father stops pacing and kneels in front of me, his hands on my knees. "I don't know how to say this to you Helaena but......" he explains, his voice trembling slightly "You are to wed the Kingslayer...." he finishes, glancing at Jaime with shame.

I stare at him, baffled. Me?
The Bastard of Winterfell, Ned Stark's bastard who supposedly looks like her dead aunt Lyanna?!

"And what's the good news?" I mutter weakly, still shocked that I'm going to wed the man that rumours say, sleeps with his sister.

"THAT'S THE SPIRIT GIRLY!" bellows Robert finally looking up from his ale. "Here, read this!" He throws a scroll towards me. I am just about to catch it but Jaime catches it instead and hands it to me,"Here you are, my Lady"

"Thank you" I murmur, grabbing the scroll from his hand, I look at the official royal seal on it and then glance up at Father who doesn't notice, as he is just glaring at Jaime. The Kingslayer shifts in his seat and looks at me expectantly, I slowly break the dark red seal, waiting to wake up from this strange dream.

I gasp and almost drop the piece of snow white paper. I stare at the scroll, shocked. This can't be true.

I'm legitimised! I'M NOW A STARK!

"Welcome to Ladyship, Lady Stark" smirks Jaime. I peek at him. "Thank you, my Lord" I reply, trying to keep the act of politeness up.

"No My Lords, you can call me Jaime" he leans in closer so he is whispering in my ear "Or would you rather call me My Lord" his lips touch my ear.

I lean away from him. "No no Jaime's fine" I say quickly. I look up to see Father still glaring at Jaime after all this time. "May I be excused?" I ask him, I hadn't noticed that he had moved from the floor in front of me to the window of his study while I was reading the scroll. The sun was shining down on his face and I could finally see how troubled he looked.

Finally looking up at me he replies. "Yes, yes of course" his mind somewhere else, I hurriedly get out of my seat and rush to the door.

"Want me to escort you Helaena?" I hear Jaime call after me. I don't bother turning so I just have my back to him. "I've lived here all my life, I think I know my way around" I state sarcastically.

Bolting out the door I close it behind me and lean against it for a few minutes. Lyanna is waiting for me outside and when she sees me she rubs herself against my leg, knowing something is wrong.

"Go look after Rickon and Bran will you? Make sure Shaggydog and Summer are behaving" I tell her, She conks her head to the side and looks at me for a long time. With a small whine, she leaves.

I push myself from the door with a heavy heart... how in the old gods will I be able to tell Robb, I could feel my lip quivering but I quickly bite it to stop it's movement. Oh Robb

CERSEILLIA'S POV ~Winterfell

I am just walking around the courtyard, sick of being stuck inside with the overly excited Tommen and Myrcella, when I see the sandy-haired lad from earlier on. I smile to myself and walk over to him. He's in the middle of mocking some fat servant when he sees me.

"Why don't you ever talk you stupid little shit... All you ever say is Hodo- oh your grace!" he says quickly, standing up and bowing. I smirk. "I was just going for a stroll when I noticed you. Care to join?" He looks surprised but nods and we start walking down one of the paths that goes around the castle.

"I saw you earlier on when we were riding in," I tell him. "What's your name?" He smirks at the thought of the princess noticing him. "Theon Greyjoy, your grace" he replies gallantly. I raise an eyebrow and smile. "I know you... The only living son of Balon Greyjoy"

He runs a hand through his hair and smirks again. "That's right, your Grace. I hope to be king of the Iron Islands someday" He seems very much like a cocky, full of himself flirt but to be honest, that can be my type...
We keep walking, and a few minutes later he just can't help himself.
"So would the royal princess have any plans this evening?" Theon asks, putting his hand around my waist. "Well... doing a certain Greyjoy might be on her list of priorities" I look up at his dark grey eyes and move in closer to him, smiling slyly. "Meet in the woods before sundown" he whispers and I giggle and nod.

"Well goodbye, for now, my princess" Theon pulls me in again and kisses me on the cheek. I turn my face and kiss him on the lips. "It was nice talking to you Theon" I declared. He grins and I start walking back to my room. Well, this has already gotten interesting...

Helaena's POV ~ Winterfell

I start the walk back along the wide, dark corridor that I played so much along when I was a child.

What am I going to tell Robb? I think, my eyes filling up with tears. I have to find him straight away, I can't keep it from him any longer.

I walk into my room and who do I find in there? "Oh, Robb" I cry, the tears starting to stream down my face. "Helaena! Helaena what's wrong?!" He asks worriedly, rushing up to take me in his arms.

"No Robb stop" I push him away, my voice wavering. He takes a step back and stared at me confused. "We need to stop this....." I trail off sadly, my heart breaking when I see tears forming in his Tully blue eyes.

Tears started to fall down his face as mine fall harder. "I'm betrothed..." I whisper, my heart breaking with every word. "And we're brother and sister. We always knew this was gonna happen someday, we're not Targaryeans...." I trail off, not even able to bring myself to look at his speechless face.

"I......I have to get out of here" I say, rushing to the door, tears still streaming down my face. I grab my sword and run out. Not paying attention to where I'm running, I crash straight into Jon. "Helaena, are you alright? What's wrong?" He questions worriedly, rubbing the tears off my face.

"I'm really sorry Jon, but I can't talk right now" I sniffle, running past his confused state and tie my sword to my waist.

I run out of the castle and straight to the stables where I see Hodor, our friendly stable boy, brushing my gorgeous grey horse Winter Rose. I sprint over and take her off him. I quickly hop on and kick her on. "SORRY HODOR!" I shout, glancing over my shoulder as I gallop away.

Hodor just stands there, confused to what just happened.

I ride into the woods, not really knowing where I'm going, I just know I have to get some space. Suddenly I hear a feminine scream and Theon Greyjoy runs past me, barely dressed.

"What in the name of the gods?!"

Cerseillia's POV - In the Woods

"We meet again, my lady" Theon winks as I saunter over to him. "We have to go quickly, there are too many people who could be wondering where I am" I insist, pulling his hand. We start walking deeper into the woods and I turn to Theon,"I hope you know where we're going... Otherwise, my father might have you beheaded for losing the princess" I tease, and Theon assures me he does.

*Time skip*

We're fucking in the woods... I never thought I'd say those words. "Harder" I gasp as Theon pushes me up against the tree again. I start kissing his neck and down his chest and then... I can't help but grab his *huge* cock and.....

Well, I'll just say I made him happy that day.

In the middle of all this, we don't notice the rustling of leaves behind us and the shouts of drunken men. All of a sudden Theon looks up and freezes. I look behind me and realize there's a group of 5 wildlings watching us and laughing crazily. I wait a few seconds, just looking at them in fear before screaming "RUN!"

We both scramble to get our clothes and sprint through the trees back to the path that leads to the castle, As I try to throw on my cloak I trip over a root in the ground and fall, Of course Theon the bloody coward just turns his head and looks at me with sorry eyes and then keeps on running. I can hear the wildlings coming closer. "I'll bet that little blonde one is a good fuck!", "She looks like one of the royal bitches though", "Ah we'll just kill the lovey-dovey couple when we're done with them", "Or bring them back to the giant to make its day!"

"Well shit" I think. "I'm gonna be captured by those disgusting creatures, and no one will even find out and save me!"

Suddenly out gallops a dark-haired girl riding a grey mare, sword in her hand...

It's Ned Stark's bastard?

She jumps off the horse and lands on her feet in front of me in a defensive stance. The horse rears and gallops back to Winterfell. "What are you doing here?!" I spit out, glaring at her even though inside I'm thanking the old gods and new that she came.

"I'm saving your life" she growls, not looking back at me. The first wildling comes at her, sword raised but Helaena is somehow ready. She blocks his attack and twists around, slitting his throat while doing so. The 2nd one comes running at her, enraged that his friend was killed in front of him and I scream as his sword skims her hip, cutting the leather and making blood pour. Grunting with the pain she quickly moves her sword so it cuts his stomach and his intestines spill out on the wet mossy ground.

I keep on watching, grinning at the sight of them being killed, She turns to the rest of them."Anyone else wanna go?" she says, baring her teeth. I stand up. "Are they idiots or what? Why do they attack one by one?..." I sneer and laugh, raising my eyebrows at the wildlings as they start backing away and walk off, muttering something about burning the bodies later.

Helaena walks on a bit and then leans against a tree, eyes closed. "Are you okay?" she asks. "Well, other than the fact that I almost got killed by wildlings, I'm doing great" I reply, raising an eyebrow. "That amazing fuck made up for it, I guess" I smirk and giggle, remembering my time with Theon a few moments ago.

"As long as you're not hurt and happy" she groans sarcastically, rolling her eyes. I just ignore her and put on the rest of my clothes, still smiling smugly. Helaena hisses in pain, trying to stop the bleeding. "We need to start heading back," she says shallowly, nodding her head in the direction of Winterfell.

"Fine then, let's go" I reply, smoothing out the edges of my dress. We start making our way back with Helaena leading the way, stumbling slightly. "So where's my thank you for saving your life?" she asks with a hollow chuckle, I roll my eyes. "I don't thank bastards for anything" She turns to me. "Good thing I'm not a bastard anymore" she laughs.

Wait... Did I hear that right?! "What did you say?.." I glare at her. "Yeah, I'm now apparently legitimized and betrothed to your Uncle" she laughs meanly through her pain. I stop. "You're the one my Uncle is betrothed to?!" I can't believe this... The Stark bastard is going to be my aunt in law... I spit in her face and walk off.

"IT'S NOT LIKE I WANTED THIS!" I hear Helaena shout behind me."Ungrateful princess, what a spoilt brat" she mutters. I stop again and spin around. "Excuse me... You are talking to the Princess of the Seven Kingdoms HOW DARE YOU TALK LIKE THAT?!" I scream at her.

"AT LEAST I'M NOT UNGRATEFUL FOR SOMEONE SAVING MY LIFE!" Helaena shouts back, "Shit!" She exclaims, clutching her side as blood seeps through her fingers.

"I AM GRATEFUL, YOU LITTLE BASTARD BITCH! TRYING TO MAKE YOUR WAY INTO THE ROYAL LIFE!" I slap her and storm off but I don't get very far, as I see Theon running towards us with Uncle Jaime behind him. How more awkward could this get...

Helaena keeps shouting behind me, not after seeing Jaime and Theon running towards us "I DON'T WANT TO BE A PART OF THE ROYAL LIFE" her voice fading.  "I was happy here, I was happy...."

I run to Theon and mock - hit him. "I don't forgive you for leaving me with those wildlings.." I say to him, smirking. "Well, your Uncle would've saved you, Your Grace" Theon grins while rubbing his face, trying to sound formal but winking. I turn to my Uncle and purposefully hug him tighter than usual in front of Helaena. "Thank Gods your safe, Cerseillia" he whispers and kisses me on the forehead.

I turn around, my arms still wrapped around Uncle Jaime to see Helaena looking back at the dead bodies of the wildlings. "I killed someone... I killed people" she mutters to herself, looking as if she is having a breakdown.

I shrug to myself, maybe it's from blood loss.

"Helaena!" I hear Jaime exclaim. He rushes over to her and holds both of her arms and forces her to face him, her eyes were still staring at the dead bodies.

Theon just stands beside me looking a bit worried, I suppose she is kinda like a sister to him in a way. "Well come on then, we better pick up the pace, we don't want to be late for the feast," says Uncle a few moments after hugging Helaena. We start walking, Helaena and Jaime whispering quietly, the little bastard probably telling him all about what she caught me doing and how she "gallantly" saved the day, while Theon and I run ahead so we can stop for a makeout session out of their view once again.

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