The Conquest of the Dragon-Wolf Cap 10

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“Father would not accept the King's proposal to marry me to the prince, right?” Sansa asked her mother concernedly.

“Of course, not my dear, your father knows very well what his duty is and he will do as he is commanded.” Catelyn told her as she finished straightening her daughter's hair before adding. “And remember, there is only one prince, the rest are but usurpers.”

“Right, I'm sorry.” Sansa comments a bit embarrassed before pointing out. “I'm quite surprised at how your attitude towards Daemon has changed, mother.”

"Well, I was able to see the error in my actions and how poorly I had been treating him. Fortunately, Daemon was kind enough to forgive me and give me a second chance." Catelyn told her daughter, obviously still obviating certain details of what she had to do in exchange for Daemon's forgiveness and being able to be on his good side.

With an oblivious and huge smile at Daemon's true nature, Sansa states.

"He really is good and kind, isn't he? He's been nothing but chivalrous to me as well."

Curious at the growing relationship between her daughter and the King, Catelyn asks.

"You two are still seeing each other on the sly, aren't you? Would you mind telling me how far you've gotten?"

With a growing blush, Sansa tells her. "We've only been kissing, and playing a little, but nothing more. He hasn't forced me to do anything else, he's said he'd wait until I'm ready." But with an even deeper blush, she confesses to her mother. "Although, sometimes I wish he wouldn't be so chivalrous and just take me and soothe the itch I feel in my core. I already wish I was his, I already wish I was married to him." Hiding her face at the shame of her own words, she asks her mother. “Is there something wrong with me for having such desires?”

Taking her face fondly, Catelyn says to her daughter.

"Of course not, my dear. We women are delicate creatures and made for love, there is nothing wrong with having such desires and urges and you should not be ashamed of it."

“But Septa Mordane says...” But before she can continue, her mother interrupts her saying.

“Do you think a Septa knows more than your own mother?”

“No, of course not.” She hastens to reply.

"Then you should trust me, don't you think so, dear? Your mother knows what is best for you. As I promised you, I will teach you everything you need to know to satisfy your future husband."

“Satisfy?” Sansa asks shyly. To which her mother replies.

"But of course, my dear. Every woman should know how to satisfy and keep her man happy. For if you don't, he may run off and find his pleasure with some random whore. You don't want Daemon to do that, do you?"

Sansa shook her head quickly, signaling her rejection at that idea.

"But in this case, Daemon is not just any man, he will not go to common whores. He will have other ladies and even princesses after him, eager for his attention. That's why you have to learn how to satisfy him so he won't cast you aside."

"But I am going to be his wife, he has told me several times that he loves me. How could he set me aside?" Sansa said desperately.

"Yes, you are going to be his wife, the children you give him are going to be princes and princesses, and one of them will be his heir, but are you sure that's all you want to offer him? Is that all you have to offer him? What will happen once you give him the heirs he needs. What other reasons will he have for keeping you by his side."

Catelyn told her, bringing great fear and panic to her heart, quickly asking.

“So, what can I do?”

"You have to become a woman worthy to be at his side, worthy to be heard and praised, a lover worthy to be in his bed. Because remember, it is very likely that you are not the only wife Daemon will have at his side, much less the only woman. All the others will wish to steal his attention and love from you, you don't have to let them."

"So, tell me mother. What should I do!?" Sansa said a little more desperately.

“Don't worry sweetheart, your mother will teach you everything you have to do, I promise you that you will be Daemon's favorite wife, you will be the most important woman in his life.” Catelyn tells her as she finishes straightening her hair. Sansa looks at her hopeful and excited at her words, trusting her completely. Thanking her before giving her an excited and affectionate hug.

Catelyn obviously returns the hug and kisses the top of her head affectionately as a smile form on her face as she pictures an image in her mind.

Her daughter at Daemon's side, both crowned as King and Queen. And she at his other side, his favorite mistress and most useful woman. His dragon King won't need any more women once he has them both, she will make sure of it.

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The music and laughter was loud in the great Hall of Winterfell, the food was still arriving and the people were feasting jovially, especially the King. Who had already grabbed himself a fat, busty wench to play with and grope shamelessly in front of everyone. Catelyn who was sitting at the high table watched the whole thing with embarrassment, especially since the Queen was sitting next to her and watching the spectacle with an expression of tremendous disgust at her husband's behavior.

Despite having no ties to the Queen, Catelyn could understand her feelings very well. After all, she was sure she would die of shame if Ned did something like that, especially in front of so many people. She knew she was being hypocritical, since she had done worse things with another man, but at least she had enough decency to do it in private.

Except for those times when her King had taken her in the kitchens, or at Ned's desk, or in the bed she had once shared with her husband. But at least no one had discovered them. Although, she really knew that didn't make it any better.

But she only needed one look at the person with whom she had betrayed her husband to remember the reason for her actions. Her King had decided to exclude himself from the celebration, something he had done on purpose. After all, as he himself had told them, this was not his time to act, it was theirs. Daemon had given orders to both her and Lyanna, who had not yet arrived. So, she had to do what she could. Clearing her throat, she tried to distract the Queen from her husband's shameful activities by asking.

“First time visiting the north, your Grace?”

Turning to her, the blonde gave her a look of contempt, one which she quickly hid before giving her a fake smile and replying.

“Yes, lovely country.”

Catelyn replied with the same fake smile, at the same time thinking to herself.

You cursed Lannister whore. Do you think you're better than me? She really wished she could mock her for being humiliated by her own husband in front of his entire court, but she knew the time was not yet right. She would wait for her King to turn her into a whore for his personal use, she couldn't wait to see the haughty Queen be demeaned in such a way. That way the power scale would change and she would be above the lioness, because she has been serving her King longer and her own daughter would marry him. But until that time comes, she would have to continue to play her role.

"I'm sure it's pretty grim compared to Kings Landing, it took me a while to get used to it. I still remember how scared I was the first time I came here." Catelyn told her politely and still smiling.

“I'm not scared.” The Queen answered her, her voice cold and cutting. Turning to her, she changed her attitude again and flashed her a false smile again before telling her. “Just cold.”

"Well, that's something I'm still not quite used to. Even after all these years, but I can recommend that the best solution is a fine man who can warm you up at night."

Cersei looked slightly surprised at the remark, staring at her from head to toe, she hadn't expected Catelyn Stark to turn out to be such a bold and brazen woman. No doubt she was sure that she would be one of those prudish ladies who spend their time praying and reading the Seven-pointed star. She didn't know how to answer her, so she preferred to ask her about something she had been curious about ever since she heard about it.

“Speaking of men, I have heard that your husband has turned down the King's offer of marriage.”

“I believe he has, Your Grace.”

“May I ask why?” Cersei pressed her quickly for an answer.

"Ned values his family above everything else, something quite understandable after he almost completely lost his own after the war. Plus, added to the fact that his clear dislike of the South. My daughter was eager for this marriage, but her father had promised her that he would find a good and honorable man for her." Catelyn told her the speech she had prepared with her King and Lyanna.

“A better man than my Joffrey?” Cersei asked her, raising an eyebrow in question. But with a calm smile, Catelyn answered her.

“Not a better man than the prince, but one good enough for our daughter.”

Not so convinced at that answer, the Queen turned her smile to the front and scanning the room found Sansa and beckoned her to approach them.

"Hello little dove, but aren't you quite the beauty. How old are you?" The Queen asked her daughter, to which she replied.

“Fifteen, your Grace.”

“You are a very tall girl, are you still growing?”

“I think so, your Grace.” Sansa responded with slight nervousness, but that changed to discomfort when the Queen asked.

“And have you bled yet?”

“Not yet, your Grace.” She answered truthfully, giving her mother a sidelong glance.

“And your dress, you made it yourself?”

This time, allowing herself to feel proud of herself, Sansa nods effusively.

"Pretty and talented. I wish you had come south with me and could make something for me." The Queen said before dismissing her.

“I think all that beauty and skills will go to waste if she stays in a place like this.” The Queen told her as she watched her daughter return to her seat. Catelyn was about to respond, but stopped when she abruptly felt the music cut out and a lot of murmuring began to fill the great Hall.

Cersei also noticed the slight commotion and as she looked up, she could see the reason behind it. Lyanna Stark had just entered the great Hall and all eyes seemed to be on her, many rumors surrounded the ‘she-wolf of Winterfell’. From her having gone mad and completely secluded herself or even her brother forcing her to join the silent sisters, but seeing her with her own eyes, all of that seemed to be false.

Here she was, and she seemed fine, in fact she seemed more than fine. The northern slut strutted around as if she owned the place, she had even dared to wear a daring dress that only made her stand out even more. An outfit that someone who couldn't stand the cold of the north could never wear, because the fabric was much thinner compared to the thick furs the northerners wore, which was meant to highlight her figure. The only thing she had to cover her from the cold was a white wolf fur, which slightly covered her bare shoulders, the slut certainly seemed to enjoy attracting the attention of all the men present, especially her husband. Who seemed unable to take his eyes off of her.

Robert quickly turned away from the wench with whom he had been feasting moments ago to walk over to Lyanna, attempting to greet her graciously. But this did not go as Robert would have wished, as the woman looked at him with disgust and rejection, humiliating him in front of everyone, Cersei had to hide her laughter behind her glass as she witnessed the scene. Completely humiliated in front of everyone present, Robert immediately stumbled away and the rest of the room began to act as if nothing had happened, continuing with the celebration.

Continuing on her way, Lyanna joined them at the high table, Cersei being the first to greet her.

“Lady Stark, I must admit I did not expect to see you.”

“This is my home; it would have been rude not to come and greet my guests.” Lyanna replied with a polite smile.

"I must say, Lady Lyanna, you look very well. Despite the many rumors I have heard that suggested otherwise, yet here you are, as if no harm has befallen you."

"Many wrongs fell upon me, your Grace, I can assure you of that. I lost many loved ones, but time and my family have helped me heal my wounds. Most of all, because I found a reason to live and move on, despite everything." Lyanna said before she turned her gaze on Daemon who was still absentmindedly drinking by himself.

“The bastard?” Lyanna heard the Queen say mockingly beside her. Unable to contain herself she shot him a murderous glare, one which made the Lannister instinctively recoil. Calming herself, Lyanna told her.

“That horrible word does not define him, it only limits other people's perception of him, preventing them from seeing his true gifts and potential.”

Of all things, Cersei never imagined that Ned Stark's bastard would be the topic of conversation she would have with Lyanna Stark, but she herself would have to admit that the bastard had raised some curiosity in her. He didn't look much like Lord Stark, either in attitude or appearance, and if she had to admit it, he was quite different from the rest of the Northerners she'd seen. Yes, he was handsome, rumors that he was extremely talented with the sword and he seemed to be daring enough and with a certain charm, but other than that she didn't see anything particularly special about him.

"So, he's good with a sword and good looking, that's what makes him so special? So low are Northern women's expectations of their men?" Cersei told her dismissively.

“You're only scratching the surface; you're going to have to look a lot closer if you want to know the truth.” Lyanna said mysteriously. To which she asked.

“What truth?”

“That's for you to decipher, your Grace.”

Angry at the she-wolf's little game, Cersei told her sharply.

"Or why don't you better stop with the horseshit and tell me what it's all about before I make you do it. After all, a Lady can't refute an order from her Queen."

"Oh, and here I thought Southern women were so much more fun, but I should have expected it, Catelyn was just like you. Well, at least before she opened her eyes. But you will too, your Grace, I'm sure of it." Lyanna told her with an amused smile.

“What is she talking about?” Cersei asked her, this time addressing Catelyn.

“As I mentioned to you, your Grace, the best way for a Southern woman to start enjoying the North is to find a fine man to warm her bed, and the younger and more virile he is, the better.” The redhead told her, without any hint of shame in her words, she was confessing to him that she was betraying her husband so freshly. Cersei's eyes widened in surprise, not expecting that at all from the reserved and prudish Catelyn Stark.

"Oh, come now, your Grace. We're in confidence, you don't have to act shy. Or are you seriously going to expect me to believe that someone like you has put up with Robert for over ten years without having a man to help relieve all the stress of your marriage and of the court." Lyanna said mockingly to her side, causing Cersei to become indignant and snap at her.

“How dare you say something like that, I could have your tongue for slandering me like that.”

"I wouldn't recommend you do something as foolish as that. Aside from the fact that it wouldn't work, you'd be missing out on the best offer of your life. After all, you were the one who always wished you had a Targaryen man, only to be so cruelly rejected and end up with someone like Robert."

“I don't know what you're playing at, but you'd better stop now.” Cersei hissed menacingly, but the woman did not back down. She even had the gall to give her orders.

"And you'd better start listening, Lannister. I'm doing you a favor here, and all I'm asking in return is that you look close, real close and you will see the truth."

Surrendering to the pressure, Cersei turned her gaze back to the bastard, surprised to find him now staring back at her. But without backing down, Cersei held his gaze, trying to decipher what on earth Lyanna Stark was referring to, but again, she found nothing special about the boy. Except for those eyes, as her useless husband had mentioned, those were not a common pair of eyes, because the only ones who possessed that kind of eyes were the descendants of the old Valyria, the Targaryen’s being the most known, with certain exceptions. One of them being the bastard's supposed mother, Ashara Dayne.

Although they were not so similar to the former Lady of Starfall, the bastard's eyes seemed to be darker, almost indigo. In fact, they reminded her quite a bit of her Silver Prince's eyes, so much so that even Robert had mistaken him for him. In fact, now that she looked at him more deeply, he looked a lot like Rhaegar.

But that made no sense, how could he look like Rhaegar. And why would Lyanna of all people be so interested in a bastard. Unless he wasn't, Cersei remembered how her father told her how Ned Stark arrived in the capital with his bastard and also with Lyanna Stark, before rushing off back to the North. Ned went to find his sister in Dorne and returned with her and a baby, a baby he swore was his, but no one really questioned whether he was lying. Everyone simply believed him. After all, he was the honorable Lord Eddard Stark, he would not lie to his friend and King. But at the same time, no one questioned that the honorable Lord Ned Stark had fathered a bastard.

Watching the realization appear in front of her, she could see the bastard flash her an amused smile in the same way that Lyanna and Catelyn did at her side.

“That's impossible.” Cersei muttered as she watched the bastard send her a cheeky wink before exiting the great Hall.

"I have a feeling you're going to find out soon enough that nothing is impossible, Cersei. Especially when you find out the whole story." Lyanna told her still smiling at her side. Turning to her, she asks the northern woman.

"Why are you telling me all this? What is stopping me from telling my husband all this."

Completely unconcerned at her threat, Lyanna tells her.

"Nothing, you can do it if you wish, but again. You will lose far more than you can ever gain if you don't if you simply follow my son. It is your decision, your Grace."

Without needing to say more, Lyanna left, followed by Catelyn, but before she left, the redhead stopped and said to her.

"Follow him, believe me you won't regret it. We both know that dragons are destined to rule this world, sooner or later, you will find yourself on your knees before him. The question is whether you will do so with great pleasure and pride or with fear and regret."

After those words, both women finished walking away, leaving her alone contemplating her next action. She could head to Robert's room and tell him the whole truth, she could tell him of his best friend's betrayal, of how he hid a Targaryen before his very eyes, knowing him he would not hesitate to order them all to be executed. Or as Lyanna and Catelyn suggested, she could follow the bastard and hear what he had to tell her.

No doubt meeting a Targaryen was the last thing she expected from her trip to the North.

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“Pardon” Ned said as he bumped into Jaime Lannister, wanting to quickly go around him, but was stopped when the Knight again stepped into his path and said.

“I hear we are soon to be neighbors; I hope it is true.”

“Aye, the King has honored me with his proposal.” Ned replies to him.

"I'm sure we'll have a tournament to celebrate the new Hand of the King. It would be nice to have you on the field, the competition has become a bit boring."

Shaking his head and Ned tells him.

“I don't fight in tournaments.”

“No?” The arrogant Lannister says to him with a slightly dismissive tone before leaning over to him and whispering. “Are you getting a little old for that?”

“I don't fight in tournaments because when I fight a man for real, I don't want him to know what I'm capable of.” Ned replied confidently, to which with a smile the blond replied.

“Well said.”

Finally letting the Lord of Winterfell pass, Jaime froze for a second when he heard a voice say to him.

“What did I tell you about underestimating opponents who are older than you.”

Turning Jaime saw his former mentor and friend, and answered him, his voice not coming out with the usual tone of confidence and arrogance that accompanied it.

“That I shouldn't have to.”

“There's a reason they made it to that age still alive, you only have to look at Ser Barristan.”

“He's not as quick as you remember.” Jaime told him with light humor.

“And yet, if you two were to fight, I'd put my money on him.” Ser Arthur shot back, to which Jaime rebutted by saying.

“I think you're underestimating how much I've improved.”

“Am I?”

“Yes, you always have.”

"That's where you're wrong, I never have. The same way your prince didn't. After all, he trusted you to protect his family."

Jaime looked clearly hurt and embarrassed to hear that and be reminded of his mistakes, something that to this day he had not been able to overcome.

"But it seems you still have quite a bit of confidence in yourself. So, why don't we put it to the test." Arthur suggested to him, which again revived his spirits at the chance to test himself against the best swordsman Westeros had ever seen.

"I am ready. After I defeat you, everyone will know I'm the best swordsman in the Seven Kingdoms."

"Oh, you're not going up against my Lannister. You haven't earned that right yet, but don't worry, if you manage to defeat my student I'll give you the chance."

"You mean the bastard? Is that why the whole north is talking about him, did you train him?" Jaime said indignantly, believing that taking on a mere bastard would be a waste of time.

"Careful how you address him. And yes, I trained him, and again, I wouldn't be too confident if I were you." Ser Arthur told him before walking away.

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Daemon waited outside in the courtyard of Winterfell, hoping his mother and Catelyn had done their job well and lured the Queen to him. But instead of meeting the Queen, he met someone else first, his uncle Benjen whom he greeted in a friendly manner.

Separating from him with a smile, his uncle said. “You've grown big.” Resting an arm on his shoulders, he asked. “Why aren't you at the feast?”

"It was getting crowded; I needed some air. Besides, too many southerners for my taste." Daemon told him humorously.

"Well, in that case I'd better go rescue your father from his guests. We can talk later." His uncle told him, ready to leave, but Daemon stopped him.

“Wait, there's something I want to ask you about.”

“Sure, what is it?”

“That boy Lord Stark executed, did you know him?”

Nodding, his uncle said.

“Just a lad, but he was tough, a true ranger.”

"Usually, the word to describe the deserters are coward and traitor. Besides, he was mumbling nonsense about the White Walkers having murdered his friends."

“Two of the other rangers who accompanied him are still missing.” Benjen told him, to which Daemon gave the most coherent and logical answer.

“An ambush by the wildlings.”

“Possibly.” His uncle replied, but seeing his reaction, Daemon said.

"But you don't believe that, do you?

“I don't know what to believe, but what I am sure of is that more and more strange and dark reports are coming from beyond The Wall.”

“Do you think the wildlings are planning a massive attack on The Wall?” Daemon asked him.

"That would be the logical and easy thing to think, but at the same time, it doesn't seem to coincide with an attack. They seem desperate, almost frightened, as if they're running away from something."

"Running away? From what?"

"That's the question, one I don't have an answer to, but I think we'll find out soon enough. The question is whether we'll be ready by then."

“Winter is coming.” Was all Daemon said to which his uncle nodded as well repeating his House's words.

“Winter is coming.”

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After his uncle left for the feast, Daemon stood waiting for the Queen to appear, but it was not Cersei the Lannister who appeared.

“Your uncle is on the Night's Watch.”

Turning toward the masculine voice, Daemon saw a dwarf walking awkwardly toward him with a goblet of wine in hand.

“What are you doing here?” Daemon asked, wary and annoyed at yet another interruption.

“Preparing for an evening with your family.” The dwarf replied indifferently. “You know, I've always wanted to see The Wall.”

“That's a rare thing to wish for.” Daemon told him before declaring. “You are Tyrion Lannister, the Queen's brother.”

“My greatest achievement, and you're Ned Stark's bastard.”

Finding that he still resented being called that, Daemon frowned and clenched his fists. Easily able to notice his unhappy reaction to being called that, the dwarf quickly apologized.

"Did I offend you? I'm sorry, but still the bastard though."

“That word doesn't define who I am at all.” Daemon told him through gritted teeth.

Curious at his response, the dwarf asks him.

“And who are you exactly, Lord Snow?”

"I'm sure you'll know soon enough, Lord Tyrion. Everyone will." With no more desire to continue the conversation he told him. “You should go inside, unless you want to freeze out here.”

Taking a last sip of his wine, the dwarf turned and walked away giving her a last contemplative glance over his shoulder. Angry at his last interruption and because the Queen seemed to be nowhere to be found, Daemon thought perhaps he should start resorting to his ‘plan B’. It would be messy, but if Cersei really had chosen to go to her husband and tell him the whole truth, things would get ugly and he had to be ready for that. But before he could do anything, a new voice spoke to him, and this time it was a female one.

"What is it that you and the little monster of a my brother were talking about? Are you scheming something with him too?"

A smile formed on his face before he turned toward the voice that had spoken to him and finally came face to face with the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms.

“I was beginning to think you wouldn't come.” Daemon told her with amusement.

Crossing her arms, the Lannister woman told him.

"I wouldn't be too confident if it were you, I only came here to hear whatever nonsense you have to say before I go to my husband and tell him everything. I wonder if he'll kill you first or force you to watch him execute your entire family."

Letting out a sigh, Daemon began to move towards her until they were almost face to face and tell her.

"Threatening me is not a wise thing to do, Cersei. Why be enemies when we could do so much better being allies." Raising his hand and beginning to stroke her cheek, he added. “Close allies.”

“Don't you dare lay your hands on me.” Cersei barked at him as she slapped his hand away from her. "I knew you were just a charlatan; you have nothing to offer me. I made a mistake coming here."

Cersei turned around, starting to head for the castle, but was stopped when the bastard grabbed her arm and pulled her to him, trapping her in his arms. Hearing him whisper in her ear.

“Why do all southern women have to be like that.”

“Let go of me or I'll scream.” She threatened, but her attempts were in vain as he quickly covered her mouth with his huge hand while holding her down with one arm. And no matter how much she shook, she couldn't break free from his grip.

"You can kick and scream all you want, but why don't you first give me a chance to show you what I have to offer, just look up. Oddly enough you will also see what you will face if you choose to be my enemy."

Cersei looked at him sideways, her eyes showing nothing but anger and distrust, refusing to obey him. But Daemon insisted.

“You only have to look up and I promise I'll release you after.”

Cersei finally relented and looked up, searching for whatever the bastard was referring to, but found nothing. The northern sky was completely dark, the moonlight barely managing to penetrate through the thick clouds.

“Look closely, focus.” He spoke again behind her.

Cersei squinted, searching for any sign of something in the heavens, and just when she thought he was mad, that's when she saw it. At first it appeared as a small whitish speck that stood out from the huge dark sea, anyone would think it was a bird, but the closer it got, the bigger it got. And it was descending upon them fast, Cersei's eyes widened comically at the sight of such a creature. Especially when she could see it in full view as it landed on one of Winterfell's towers, looming over it using its mighty talons.

There was no doubt in her mind what creature it was, a creature she had grown up hearing about, a creature that once subdued the whole world, a creature long thought extinct. But now Cersei was seeing it with her own eyes, right in front of her.

“That is what I offer.” Cersei startled as she remembered that the bastard was still holding her from behind. Turning to face him, this time his greenish eyes did not reflect anger or arrogance, but instead showed fear and complete submission.

That put a smile on his face. The Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, she was completely his now.

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Well, one more transitional chapter, the next one will be much more interesting with the Smut with Cersei, now under Jon's control. The last poll was very close, but it was won by The Tales of the White Wolf, which will bring a new story, this time with the sisters of the Conqueror.

PS: I changed Cersei's model to Amber Heard, she is also blonde, crazy, toxic and hot. So, I think it's a good choice. That would be all, see you soon with a new update. Until then.