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GOT: The Golden Lion 12 - Home Sweet Home
🕑 Added 2024-04-22 20:36:17 +0000 UTCAs awkward as it was, Mance Rayder had the wisdom to ignore Val's proclamation and carry on with the agreement. It was an agreement solely based on words, as written ones held no meaning to the Free Folk.
In the end, Mance accepted to turn Craster's Keep into his base of operation and select the first batch of the smartest and the most adaptable Free Folk from his camp. At the same time, an agreement was made to kill all the cannibals and those who refused to follow through with the agreement and wanted to plunder the land south of the wall.
As for the final agreement, it remained entirely dependent on Mance Rayder's abilities. The goal was to catch a wraith and bring it down south. Of course, Jon Snow willingly volunteered for the task.
However, Joffrey knew. Jon was mostly interested in his wildling lover. Joffrey had no issue with this. In fact, he wanted the man to get married to her or perhaps die in the North. In both cases, it'd ruin Targaryen's blood and name he was secretly carrying.
After spending slightly more than a month at the Wall and stabilizing everything, Joffrey once again began his march back to Winterfell. Of course, on the way, he stopped by a few noble houses and made them swear fealty. He didn't care if they did it out of respect or fear anymore, he just wanted obedience.
Fear in the hearts of nobles and love in the hearts of smallfolk. Joffrey abided by that little rule he had come up with.
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As Joffrey's army approached Winterfell, he held a solemn, stoic, and slightly sad look on his face. The town outside of Winterfell Castle was being hastily rebuilt, and trails of carriages appeared to enter and exit the castle compound.
The sound of hammers hitting wood, stones, and iron reverberated all around. The shouts of men at work combined with everything made it seem like a controlled chaos. The Unsullied Joffrey had left behind guarded the entire castle with vigilance and saluted as soon as Joffrey's entourage entered.
"Send two captains to gather reports from the soldiers," Joffrey ordered Ser Arthur as the man rode on his left, while Val of the Free Folk rode on his right, eyeing everything with interest, it being her first time south of the wall.
"That's… imposing," Val exclaimed at the sight of Winterfell Castle. It was awe-inspiring despite its ruined state.
"Perhaps not the biggest, but it's the oldest continually-inhabited castle in Westeros," Joffrey revealed to her, teaching her things about the south the whole way. Besides, she had given him such great nights throughout their return journey that he couldn't help but feel fond of his new Kingsguard—a perfect blend of beauty, brawn, and brain.
Ting! Ting!
Bells started to ring inside the inner castle as the wide gates opened and allowed Joffrey inside. Only five hundred of his soldiers followed deeper, however, the rest were tasked to set up camp near the Library Tower.
"You don’t need to follow me to the bedchambers here," Joffrey advised Val. "A Kingsguard cannot be seen warming the King's bed… not here."
Val's slim brows furrowed, "You have won me, Joffrey Baratheon. I am a proud spearwife and shall do as I please with my ma—Oh… Now I understand."
Val stopped speaking as soon as she saw Catelyn Stark appearing at the gates of the Great Keep, her beautiful auburn locks untied, her figure-hugging warm dress defining the size difference between her waist, her bosom, and her rear rather well.
"It's all politics from here, Val," Joffrey added, trying to make her accept the new way of life. "Down south, you either play the game, or die as a pawn in another's game."
Val sneered but nodded in the end. "Fine, kneeler. I shall have you later."
Joffrey chuckled, "It's to me they all kneel to, Val."
"It changes nothing. You kneel to your gods," she barked.
"As you do to the Old Gods," Joffrey retorted. "And now to me… every night."
Val chuckled at that, giving Joffrey a mischievous glance. After having spent more than a dozen nights with the man, she did feel something. Not romance, but a fondness for his scheming mind and, of course, prowess in the bed.
Quickly, Joffrey turned serious again and approached the Lady of Winterfell. His eyes constantly glanced at her belly, wondering if the seeds he had sown had started to sprout. It had to, after having done her so much, in every possible way.
"My Lady." Joffrey got off his horse and approached her.
Catelyn clenched the hem of her dress and greeted him with a slight bow. "Your Grace, welcome back to Winterfell. I hope the journey was not too burdensome."
"It was, but after arriving back here…" Joffrey stared at Catelyn's ripe face, making sure she felt it too. "It was all worth it."
Catelyn tried to hide her smile and look past Joffrey. Her heart thumped, but it sank slowly as she realized Bran wasn't there.
Joffrey shook his head, showing his 'sorrow' and 'disappointment' with himself. "I couldn't… By the time I arrived there, he had already crossed over. I spent days and commanded my men to look for him, and even made contact with the Wildlings… but…"
"Lots of bears and wolves out there," Val abruptly commented, throwing Catelyn off balance to the point where Joffrey had to step forward and grab her by the waist.
Joffrey winked back at Val. This was completely unplanned, and Val likely thought it would scare the noblewoman, unaware that it would give Joffrey a chance to hold the lady.
"Disregard her prattle, My Lady. I've commanded a band of men to scour the entire North if need be. Nor Bran is alone out there. Nothing will happen to him… rest easy." Joffrey lied through his teeth as easily as sipping air.
Catelyn held herself together and stood straight, removing Joffrey's hand from her waist. "Thank you, Your Grace. You have done more for my family tha—"
"I am the King, and it is my solemn duty," Joffrey declared with a regal air, his eyes sweeping across the gathered crowd. Knights from other houses and smallfolk alike watched him closely. "You have sworn fealty to me, and as your rightful ruler, I shall stand by you in times of need."
Catelyn was hurt, but in her eyes, Joffrey seemed like a man no less honorable than Robb or Ned. That was something she had realized and accepted during the past few months spent with him. She nodded in gratitude and welcomed him into the castle.
"You must be weary from the journey, Your Grace. I invite you and your retinues to supper inside." She stepped aside and led them into the Great Keep.
Usually, large feasts were held at the Great Hall. But since it was a normal dinner, they soon arrived at a designated dining room within the Great Keep, the main stronghold of the castle complex. It was warm inside due to the hot springs, housing the bedchambers and the solar as well.
Joffrey sat at the head seat at the shorter edge, on his right was Catelyn, and on the left Ser Arthur. Val, annoyedly, had to sit beside Ser Arthur as her status didn't allow her to be closer to the King yet.
They made small talk as the servants brought food, and they ate. Joffrey mentioned Jon Snow a few times and noticed the disdain hanging on her face. He had no interest in telling her the truth, as cheating Ned, in Catelyn's mind, was possibly the greatest factor in making her accept him.
Eventually, the dinner was over, and Catelyn looked at a servant. "Please show Ser Arthur and… Val, a room."
Ser Arthur knew very well he didn't need to protect Joffrey from that point on and quickly got up to leave. He made Val get up and leave too, being the greatest second-in-command for Joffrey.
Finally, alone, Catelyn got up. Without saying anything, she walked away to her bedchambers. Joffrey didn't follow her right away, however, and waited for one of the Unsullied captains to bring him the detailed report from the men who were stationed at Winterfell.
As he read it, he frowned at times and chuckled at others. Grandfather and mother are too quick, already sent spies here? But Varys had outdone himself once again.
He expected the reaction. But there were a few things that interested him a great deal. Envoys from a few houses in the Vale had also came and then left after meeting Catelyn Stark.
Asking her to mediate? Joffrey wondered and finally got up, making a slow stroll to Catelyn's bedchamber.
Knock!
Joffrey knocked twice on the door and pushed it open. The hinges creaked, and he stepped inside, gazing around and finding Catelyn sitting before the mirror, combing her hair. Her heavy cloak was discarded, now only in her simple, deep red, full-sleeved, silky gown with silver embroidery.
Depressing. Joffrey noticed and locked the door behind him before walking over to stand behind Catelyn.
With gentle hands, he pressed her shoulders as if massaging them. He looked at the mirror and couldn't help but stare at her visible cleavage. As delightful as ever.
He felt the heat rise in his loins already. But unlike Sansa and even Val, he couldn't bring himself to look at this woman with anything beyond lust. A pawn for his use, a broken-minded woman ripe for him. He liked her as a pawn, that was the most he could say if asked.
"What are you thinking, my lady?" Joffrey asked, caressing the bare skin around her neck.
Catelyn stopped combing her hair and touched Joffrey's hand on her shoulder, clenching it hard. "What have I done that the Seven are punishing me this much? I have lost everything… everything."
Joffrey held her hand tighter, "Such is the evil world we live in, Catelyn. The Gods can't do anything when their worshippers are the greatest sinners. Don't let the evil bring you down…"
Joffrey leaned down and kissed the side of her face, hugging her neck with both his arms. He looked at the mirror in front, both their eyes locked. "You still have two daughters… me…"
"None to inherit House Stark," she replied, her voice filled with pain.
Am I the epitome of evil? Joffrey wondered as he soothed the woman. Out of her three sons, he had directly or indirectly killed two of them. Better be evil than a fool like my old self.
He kissed the side of her neck deeper, just below her jaw. Wet, smooth against her warm, silken skin. His hands went down from her neck as he kept embracing, both palms resting on her large breasts, one of things he truly appreciated in Lady Stark.
"I-I'm… hopeless…" she muttered, slanting her face aside, unknowingly giving Joffrey more space to kiss and lick on.
Joffrey finally squeezed her plump mounds. Ripe for his taking, like a fruit at the peak of perfection. He couldn't care less about her worries. All he wanted was for her to spawn a few bastards with his blood.
That required a gentle touch, however. So his kisses went longer, wilder, and his palms fondled her more until she let out hot, harsh breaths. She had discarded her heavy cloak herself, after all. She had expected this happening from the instant Joffrey arrived back at Winterfell.
"No, you are Lady Catelyn of Winterfell. You hold the heart of the King, his support backing you," Joffrey said, pressing his erection on her back. "You are not hopeless, as long as I’m alive."
I wonder if Sansa will have a boy or a girl. Joffrey wondered at that exact moment.
Catelyn breathed heavily, turning her face toward her shoulder where Joffrey's face was. She searched for the warm embrace of his lips, and Joffrey gave it to her. As she remained seated, Joffrey had to lean down to kiss her face. But he moved from her back to the front, standing between her and the mirror.
Feeding from the sweetness of her mouth, Joffrey pressed his tongue, probing her mouth with the hunger of a lion. The taste of wine from the dinner still lingered on her lips, and mingled it with his own.
Their deep breaths resonated together, tugging and probing onto each other's lips. Catelyn had her eyes closed, both her palms resting on the sides of Joffrey's face, ravishing at the moment and having her mouth plundered.
But Joffrey had his eyes open, his hands untying his cloak, then his tunic, followed by his breeches and the undergarment. Before Catelyn could realize it, Joffrey stood completely naked in front of her.
"Umm…" Catelyn hummed in displeasure as Joffrey beckoned his face away from her. But to her surprise, as Joffrey stood up straight, his cock dangled before her mouth. "Oh…"
"You are mine, are you not?" Joffrey asked her, softly placing one palm on her head and stroking her hair, while his other hand stroked his cock to full erection.
Catelyn's eyes remained stuck on his virile manhood, twitching in invitations to her lips, the swollen head calling her to spill her tongue out, and the tiny slit at the tip charmed her to taste its concoction.
"Y-Yes-sh…" Midspeech, Catelyn parted her lips and took him in her mouth, or perhaps allowed Joffrey to lean into her.
Joffrey stepped closer to her face, both his hands went to her head and gripped her red hair there. He dug in deep at the first try, coating his cock with her needy spit and stroking her clenching throat. He didn't hold back with her anymore, having won her in mind and body already.
I don't have much time left. Joffrey felt the urgency to return home. Better put my seed in her as soon as possible. Bless me, Seven.
"Ugh…ghk…ummm…" Catelyn gagged, choked, and still sucked him with a desperate hunger. She made sounds that could only be called dirty. She kept her eyes closed, as if savoring every veiny bump of her lover's cock, squeezing her lips and sucking her cheeks in to pleasure him.
Joffrey not only thrust his hips back and forth but also used his hands to rock Catelyn's face on his shaft. It was a two-way pleasure that threw him into a frenzy of bliss in no time, edging him to a release.
It's wasted outside. He reckoned and moved out of her melting mouth.
The rustling of bedsheets echoed, and Joffrey laid down straight on the bed, glancing at Catelyn with a smile. "It's waiting for you, my lady."
Catelyn smiled and stood up, untying the laces on the side of her waist, and then letting her dress fall from her shoulders. As she approached the bed, she removed the smallclothes as well.
Oh, this fucking woman. Joffrey licked his lips at the view.
Birthing hips, small waist, and voluptuous breasts. The woman had everything a lady could hope for, and Catelyn still had it in her advanced age. Her face, albeit with some age lines now, always reminded him she was once a renowned beauty.
Still, with a little hint of shame in her eyes, Catelyn climbed the bed, and then further climbed above Joffrey's shaft. She parted her knees on each side of his erect, drenched member and aimed it at her ripe depth. She looked at Joffrey's face while holding him by his girth and lowering herself.
"Oh…" Catelyn gasped, feeling the young King's cock stretch her womanhood. Despite having birthed five children, despite having had an active sexual life with her husband, this felt more—more than her early experiences. This felt addicting somehow.
But she had felt his length plenty of times already, and once she felt all of him inside, she relaxed for a moment to catch her breath, feeling so full down in her soaked depth. She looked down for once, finding all of his girthy cock sheathed within her, then with a smile, she looked at Joffrey's face.
What a view. Joffrey thought and fondled her bare breasts, thumbing over her tight, sizable nipples.
"Ummh…" Catelyn moaned at the slightest of movement.
To control herself, she leaned forward and laid on Joffrey's chest, pressing her surging breasts against his skin, her face going to Joffrey's neck, both her hands combing through his blond hair.
The tall, fleshy, mature Stark matriarch almost covered Joffrey's entire torso under her figure, leaving trails of her saliva all over his neck and chest. All the while, the King's shaft lay plunged, tight and deep, pumping slowly against her gently gyrating hips.
The wooden bed creaked, bearing the weight of two bodies again after quite a while. The soft mattress curving inward under their weight as Catelyn picked up the pace, moving her hips back and forth in a hypnotic dance.
Both of Joffrey's hands kneaded her ass, clenching them hard and digging his cock deep in search of the deepest warmth for a satisfying release. Having her do the work was a victory in itself, impaling herself, while her lips found a way to his, giving him smoldering kisses.
Pa!
Joffrey slapped her ass hard, hoping to push her to the brink of insanity with this session. To make her his in every way possible, for years to come.
Pa!
He smacked with both hands, turning her rear blushing red. He couldn't see, but he knew her ivory, smooth ass burned warm with his palm marks branded there. She jerked violently every time he spanked her, giving moans but never asking him to stop.
"Ummm-umh…" With her lips glued to Joffrey's, her breath became choppy, and her squeezed breast against his chest gave out shivering exhales. Her own legs became tired, so she let Joffrey's strong arms manhandle her ass, moving her swollen pussy in menacing abandon, a hunger for pleasure, a need to breed.
"O-oh… Joffrey!" Catelyn cried out, dizzied from the explosive feeling rising deep inside.
Her pussy lips quivered and clenched around Joffrey's impaling girth, the fast and frantic fucking aided by his hands, leaving her in mental ruin.
"Aaaah… yes… Oh, Maiden!" She cried out to the gods and gave in to the shattering release, her nectar coating his shaft with a blast of watery pleasure. Beyond just a climax, the shudders turned into a wave of squirts.
Joffrey fucked her harder, moving his hips up to the rhythm of her bouncing ass on his cock. Her kisses had stopped as she hid her face in the crook of his neck, her arms hugging his face.
Pa!
He kept slapping at the same time, pushing her over the edge. Her entire body jolted with each squirting convulsion that overcame her. Joffrey's own cock started to twitch at that moment, feeling her warm juices aiding him.
"M-May I… Spill inside, my lady?" Joffrey asked in her ear. He didn't need her permission but still wanted to hear her beg for it.
"Mmmm… oh-oh… Joff…" She couldn't even breathe properly, her entire body sweating as the room was already hot from the ancient hot spring under the castle. She clenched her pussy so tight that her juices built up around Joffrey's cock, milking him. "G-Give me… all of it, my King."
Joffrey, instead of grabbing her ass, suddenly hugged her waist and pulled her body tight against himself. His cock reached the deepest, moist heart of her; Reaching the cervix, striking the entrance with a hint of pain.
"Yeah…?" Joffrey felt out of breath too, but enjoyed it despite the heat becoming uncomfortable. "You'll have to do better, my lady."
"Ummh…" Catelyn, as if struggling against his cock, moved her hips round and round, her hands rubbing his head while her nose and lips breathed intensely into his ears. "F-Fill… me… Inside…"
Joffrey smirked, knowing she wouldn't talk dirtier than that, and stopped holding back. He thrust into her wildly, clenching her by her waist, stopping her from arching her back. The squelches rang as music of shame and lust until Joffrey stopped and rested as deeply as possible.
His legs straightened on their own, feeling like lighting bolts running throughout his body. His cockhead twitched against her tight walls inside, hot like lava, as his seeds flooded inside. Her pussy twitched against his melting nectar, as if bringing her to a second, smaller climax.
"Aaaah… Joffrey… I can feel it…" She cried loudly and slammed her lips against him, her eyes tearing up for some reason. Her thighs clamped tighter around his hips, pushing her pussy further onto him.
Joffrey slammed in one final thrust and gave her all he had in store until he felt some of it leak out of the tight gaps, along with both their gasping breaths. He didn't move, keeping the woman tightly held, and dug the breath out of her lips with his slithering tongue.
But eventually, their breaths calmed down, and their wild exchange of saliva turned into gentle, hot, noble kisses of lovers. Lips to lips, no tongue; still immersed in feeling her sensitive swollen petals on his limping cock.
She's gotten much better. Joffrey felt and gently pushed her aside from his body.
Catelyn aided and moved, lying face down on the bed beside Joffrey, her legs straight, her breasts squeezed underneath her. As if hiding her face, or wiping her eyes, she didn't move or show her face for a while.
Joffrey, still lying straight, staring at the ceiling, calmed his breath as well. "You should join me in King's Landing, Catelyn."
I'll breed you until you spawn me a bastard. Joffrey thought, caressing her reddened ass at the same time.
"I can't," Catelyn replied instantly, turning her face towards him, her eyes still filled with tears. "I… I'm with your babe, Your Grace."
"I know, but you s—What?!" Joffrey didn't hear her properly at first, and looked at her in absolute delight, his face holding a big smile.
Catelyn somehow found reassurance in his reaction and nodded. "It’s been more than a month… perhaps from before you left for the Wall."
Thank you! Thank you, Seven! Oh, this is fucking great! Joffrey held back his roars of victory. I… I'll distribute free meat stew to all the smallfolk of King's Landing in your name.
He eventually rolled over towards her and hugged her lying body, kissing her lips to reassure her he was going to take responsibility. "This is truly wonderful! Thank you, Catelyn, thank you for making me a happy man."
An extremely happy man. Joffrey could already see all of Westeros in the palm of his hand.
Catelyn smiled, but her brows remained creased with worry. "How will we manage it, Your Grace?"
"As I've decreed before, the babe is mine, and so are you. Name him Robb's, and I shall legitimize the babe whenever you want," Joffrey said, adhering to the plan he had shared with her before once. "Don't worry, Catelyn. You have my unwavering support. Even should the entire realm learn of this, I'll remain firmly at your side."
Joffrey knew he could afford being called a debaucherous bastard as long as smallfolk were happy. But Catelyn couldn't afford to be called the same as the name of House Stark rested on her shoulders.
"I can conceal the birth if I remain at Winterfell, Your Grace," Catelyn interjected, her voice firm yet measured. "Please, I implore you, don’t let Sansa and Arya return until after the child is born."
As if I was going to allow that. Joffrey kissed her again instead.
"You have my royal word, Catelyn. Five hundred of my loyal soldiers shall remain to ensure your safety. They’re at your beck and call, ready to serve your every need. And if circumstances allow, I may even visit myself," Joffrey promised and sat up before moving on his knees and getting between Catelyn's spread-straight legs.
He kneaded her rear flesh with his palms, his cock twitching back to strength. He had planned to leave in a month in order to put his seed in her. But with that already done, he decided to go in a week.
Until then, he wanted to savor this woman to his heart's content.
"Let's discuss matters further come dawn, Catelyn," He said and stroked his cock back to full mast. "Tonight, indulge me until I satiate my desires."
Catelyn put her face back down on the pillow, hiding an embarrassing blush. Right after, she extended both her arms back and spread her ass on her own, giving Joffrey the view of her used and unused entrances.
"Beautiful…" Joffrey muttered and slapped his cock at her petals first, using the mingled nectar of their sex to lube his length. Then, he pressed his cockhead on her pale brown blackhole. "And tight…"
"Ummm…"
Catelyn moaned, cried, and yet pried her rear cheeks open for her man, now the father of the life brewing inside her. Ashamed of what had become of her, yet in love with everything that she felt.
As if once again whole—she felt loved, needed, desired—a woman.
"Oh… Joffrey…" she moaned when he thrust all in.
But it wasn’t the last one of the night. A few more rounds followed suit, filling every single opening in her. She welcomed all the love he made to her until her body went limp, tired, swollen, and sore beyond belief.
Yet, she couldn't help but relish it all.
The young King had grown on her. Her fondness for him had turned into more than just a relation of shared bodily pleasure.
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A week passed in no time, and Joffrey left Catelyn sore every single night in every hole possible. His imprint on her body and mind was impossible to dissolve that easily now. His image as a savior, and regal lover was carved in her heart through hundreds of small, manipulative actions.
But that left Val enraged at the same time since he couldn't spend time with her. So, for the duration of the journey back to King's Landing, he decided to give her the same ‘Catelyn treatment’ every night they'd stop to rest.
Though, Val was far different from Catelyn. The wild woman loved wild fucking, and that usually involved going harsh with everything. She loved being lifted, being pinned, but at the same time, sucking him furiously while placing her salivating slit on his lips to be eaten thoroughly.
Joffrey didn't hate it, but it made him realize he still needed to continue training and get stronger. After all, it wasn't his sword of steel but the sword of flesh that was winning him Westeros.
As they passed through the bridge of the Twins, Joffrey couldn't help but reminisce about the entire year he had spent on this campaign to end the bloody War of the Five Kings. At last, he had control over Westeros, save for the Iron Islands.
"Ser Arthur," Joffrey voiced while riding through the gates of the castle. "I shall give you the lordship of the Twins once we reach King's Landing. Consider it my reward for being a loyal commander for me."
Ser Arthur felt grateful but also confused. At the end of the day, he was still an Unsullied. He didn't have the tools to make a family. But still, he decided to accept this gift.
As for Joffrey, he had a different reason. A good place for all my bastards to grow.
From the Twins, they continued down Kingsroad and eventually arrived at the inn at the Crossroads. Even before their arrival, the place appeared crowded to the brink, with a few tents set in the nearby field.
"Be alert!" Ser Arthur roared at the Golden Legion.
Joffrey remained calm, as he had expected. He had already spoken with Catelyn, and through her, he had sent letters to all the major houses of the Vale. Since Petyr Baelish had confessed to his crimes, Lady Arryn had also been found guilty of plotting to kill Lord Arryn.
That didn’t leave too many choices left for Vale. Especially now as Joffrey had ended the war and united pretty much all of Westeros under his rule. Going against Joffrey to protect Lysa now was akin to going against the entire Westeros.
"Your Grace."
As soon as Joffrey rode his horse to the front of his army, a bunch of lords appeared, kneeling down to him simultaneously, waiting for his response. Vale's soldiers were also present, kneeling behind them in a sea of helmets and spears.
"You may reiterate your oaths, my lords," Joffrey said, demanding, not suggesting.
Following that, all of the lords there swore to him one by one. It was a tiresome process, but Joffrey wanted that as a declaration that the Vale was now under his rule.
Finally, after the boring oaths were done, he got off his horse. "Have you brought her?"
"Both of them, Your Grace," Lord Yohn Royce replied, stepping forward to meet the young King. "We hope this will be enough to right the wrongs."
"More than enough," Joffrey replied and watched as two horses were brought to the front, the lead ropes held by a tall woman with black, short hair.
Lord Royce went ahead and pulled the woman down from the horse, her head covered with a piece of cloth, and her hands tight. "Lysa Arryn is ready to receive the King's justice, Your Grace."
However, Joffrey's gaze still hung up on the woman leading the horses. He felt a strange familiarity with her. Especially her deep blue eyes. Did that old fat pig whore around Vale too?
"What of the boy?" Joffrey asked.
"He's but a boy, Your Grace," Lord Waxley spoke from the side right then.
Joffrey ignored it, sneering at that statement. Baelish was playing the same game as me. No chance this boy isn't Baelish's seed.
"Robert Arryn shall be fostered at King's Landing under my watchful eyes," Joffrey announced, and before anyone could speak up against it, he sweetened the deal, "Lord Royce shall rule the Vale as the regent until Robert is of age."
From what Joffrey knew, Robert was on his eighth or ninth name day. He reckoned that was enough for him to mold the boy into his loyal servant.
Lord Royce knew what golden spoon Joffrey was throwing at him. Having the ability to rule over all of the trade and decisions to be made in the Vale could make his house richer and more powerful.
"We shall accept Your Grace's wise decision," The old Lord agreed immediately.
With that, Joffrey glanced at Ser Arthur. "Take the woman and put her in the cage cart. Keep the boy away from her—he won't be seeing her again."
After that, a small feast was shared by him and the lords of the Vale. Then after a night of passionately fucking Val and copious amounts of moon tea, they resumed the journey in the morning.
With the King's banner fluttering high, and the marching army all on horses, nobody dared to hinder their path. Heck, they even killed a few thieves they lured in with traps a few times—all for Joffrey and Val’s archery practice.
"This is Harrenhal, the largest castle in Westeros. But centuries ago, during Aegon's conquest, it was brought down by dragon's fire," Joffrey taught his female Kingsguard. "It's said to be haunted."
"I can feel it," Val muttered.
But despite Val's keen interest in the castle, Joffrey chose not to rest anymore. King's Landing was very close, and he wanted to see Sansa as quickly as possible.
He wanted to know if it was a boy or a girl she brought to life.
Beyond that, he also had another Stark girl to tame now. And this one was going to be the hardest to bring down from what he remembered through the mystical memories of his past life.
The army galloped nonstop from there, crossing Ivy Inn, Brindlewood, and approaching Hayford Castle.
"Joffrey!"
All of a sudden, as they were crossing Hayford Castle, Joffrey heard someone shout his name with such confidence and lack of fear that he couldn't ignore it. On top of that, the voice felt highly familiar.
"Halt!" Joffrey roared, his hand raised high. "Who takes their King's name with such disrespect?"
At his condemnation, the Unsullied became vigilant, their spears at the ready as their army hoarded the entire section of the road, forcing all the passersby to walk at the furthest sides.
"King Joffrey! It's me!"
Joffrey looked towards the back, at the edge of the road. A man stood there in brown tattered robes, his face covered under a hood. Beside him was a tall woman in armor.
Fuck! He's still alive? Joffrey found no relief in the meeting.
"Uncle?!" He shouted back. "You're alive!"
"I am." Jaimie Lannister approached, removing his hood and revealing his dirty, bearded face with golden locks. A big smile plastered on his lips as he stared at Joffrey's imposing figure. "You… You look changed, Your Grace."
"And you don't have a hand," Joffrey replied, hitting him where it hurt.
"A long story."
What use will you serve me? Joffrey already started to plan a purpose for this man he, unfortunately, shared too much blood with.
"Give them horses!" Joffrey ordered his soldiers.
Quickly after, Jaimie rode to his side on a horse, his smile never-ending. He had heard of all the glory earned by the young King during his harsh journey home. He couldn't openly say it, but he felt extremely proud.
"By the gods?!" Val of the Free Folk suddenly blurted out. Her voice tinged with disbelief as she squinted at Joffrey and Jaime in turn. "You pair... could be mistaken for each other with those smug faces."
"..."
Joffrey cursed at the speed at which his incestuous bloodline was exposed.
They must die… both of the rotten siblings.
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[Star Of The Weasley Family chapter 13 coming up next.]
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Benoît Valtin
awesome chapter again
