#game of thrones lancel

[the-fiction-witch]

I Couldn't Sleep

Media - Game Of Thrones Character - Lancel Lannister Couple - Lancel X Reader Reader - Lady Y/n Rating - 18+ Nudity / nipple play/ nipple sucking / breast play/ fingering/ raw sex/ ejaculate/ squirting/ Word Count - 1393

lady Y/n made her way through the dark corridors of the red keep, making her way through secret passages and little-known doors with only a candle to light her way. Her long light yellow nightgown laid softly over her body often sweeping across the floor, her nipples already poking through from the cold. She gently entered into Lancel’s bed chamber finding him abed but awake.

His eyes locked onto hers, a hint of curiosity mixed with a dash of concern. He sat up in bed, the sheets slipping down his chest, “Lady Y/n... what brings you out of your chambers so late?”

"I couldn't sleep..." She softly whines setting her candle on the table,

“Come here,” he whispers, patting the empty space beside him on the bed. His eyes never leave hers as he beckons her closer, his voice low and soothing. “Perhaps we can find something to help you rest.”

she happily jumped into his bed with him cuddling up to him under the covers resting her head against his chest,

“Shh, my love,” he murmurs, wrapping his arms around her, holding her close as she nestles into the warmth of his body. His fingers trail down her back, sending shivers down her spine as he gently massages the tension from her muscles. “You're safe now,” he whispers, his lips brushing against her hair as he speaks softly into her ear.

The two lay silently in each other's arms cradling one another in a loving embrace, before Lancel began to let his feelings become known more obviously,

As his hands continue to caress her, his lips brush against her skin. He trails kisses down her neck, his tongue leaving a path of fire in its wake “My love,” he whispers, his voice husky with need, “you drive me mad with want.”

she softly Giggled with excitement and immediately climbed up onto his lap

His hands instinctively rise to cup her ass, lifting her up as she settles onto his lap. He feels the heat of her core pressing against him, and his erection stirs in response “Oh, Lady Y/n,” he growls, his voice low and rough with desire, “you're playing with fire.” His fingers dig deeper into her flesh, holding her in place as he tilts his pelvis upwards, grinding himself against her. “Do you feel that?”

“Mhm,” she nodded,

“That is how you make me feel… always,” His mouth crashes down onto hers, devouring her lips in a fierce kiss. His tongue probes deep, claiming her as his own, as his hands continue to hold her in place. “I'm burning for you.”

she slowly unlaced her nightgown tugging it down around her waist to expose her bare breasts,

His eyes lock onto her exposed breasts, and he groans, his face twisting in a mixture of pleasure and restraint. “By the Seven,” he whispers, his voice trembling with desire, “you're killing me.” His hands reach out, cupping her breasts in his palms, squeezing them gently as he leans forward to take one nipple into his mouth. He sucks hard, drawing a gasp from her lips as she arches her back, pushing herself further into his touch. “Mmm,” he moans, releasing her breast with a pop, “you taste like honey and sin.” His thumbs rub gentle circles around her nipples as he continues to feast on her breasts.

She closes her eyes, lost in the sensation, as he works his magic. Suddenly, he releases her nipple with a soft pop, and his hands drop to her waist, pulling her closer still.

His lips brush against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. “Now, let's see what else we can uncover…” he tossed her nightgown off leaving her naked, His gaze roamed over her body, drinking in every curve and contour. and his mouth waters at the sight. “You're so beautiful,” he whispers, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart. He reaches out, running his fingers over the smooth skin of her stomach, tracing the shape of her hipbones. His hand dips lower, parting her folds to reveal the tender, glistening flesh beneath. “Look at you,” he murmurs, his voice full of awe, “so wet and ready for me.” His finger teases her entrance, circling it lazily before dipping inside.

She gasps, her head falling back as he strokes her inner walls. “Lancel!”

“You’re like silk,” he whispers, his voice filled with wonder, “you're so tight and warm.” He adds another finger, scissoring them apart to stretch her wider.

Her hips begin to move, rocking against his hand as she seeks more friction.

With a sudden movement, he pulls his fingers free and grasps her waist. He lifts her up, settling her onto the edge of the mattress before dropping to his knees between her legs. His mouth descends upon her pussy, sucking in a deep breath as he inhales her scent.

she softly sqealed and screamed as he sucked her hands gripping his sheets

His mouth devours her, sucking and licking with reckless abandon as he feasts on her juices. Her screams echo through the air, music to his ears as he worships her body adding more suction and speed to drive her over the edge “Yes, yes, yes,” he growls against her flesh, “cum for me, my love.”

Suddenly, she convulses, her entire body locking up as a wave of pleasure washes over her.

He laps at her, drinking in every last drop as she trembles beneath him.

Finally, she collapses back against the pillows, exhausted but exhilarated.

As she catches her breath, he rises to his feet, a wicked grin spreading across his face. He pulls open his bedside draw rummaging through its contents until he produces a small vial of liquid. “Time for something special,” he says, his eyes glinting with mischief, “a little something to make you feel like the lady you are.” He uncorks the vial, pouring a few drops onto his fingers before reaching out to tease her nipples once more. This time, however, they're slick with oil, and she feels it slide smoothly across her skin as he strokes her. She gasps, her body responding eagerly to the newfound sensation. He takes advantage of her distraction, slipping his fingers deeper into her folds and stroking her inner walls with renewed intensity.

she softly screams as he plays with her again tormenting her with both her pussy and her nipple being stimulated "lancel! Please!"

His name is torn from her lips as he continues to toy with her, expertly juggling the dual sensations of pleasure and pain. Her body arches off the bed, straining towards him as she begs for release. But he's relentless, driving her higher and higher with each passing moment. He pinches her nipple harder, sending a jolt of electricity through her his head craning down to continue his ministrations on her pussy.

Her moans grow louder, more insistent, as she struggles to contain herself. she screamed "Lancel please! No more... No more... Please I need you inside me!"

“Need me? Well, I can hardly deny you when you are so desperate my love,” he reaches down to guide himself into position. He pours the oil over his erect cock and with a single, swift motion, he thrusts himself deep inside her, feeling her hot, wet flesh envelop him like a vice.

She screams again, this time in pure ecstasy, as he begins to move within her.

His pace quickens, his thrusts becoming more forceful as he drives himself deeper into her body.

She wraps her legs around him, pulling him closer as she meets him stroke for stroke. “I'm going to cum!” she gasps, her voice barely audible above the sound of their panting, “please, Lancel, don't stop.”

He grins, his teeth bared in a fierce smile, as he picks up speed. His movements become almost brutal, pounding into her with a primal ferocity,

Until she squeals and squirts down his bed as the pleasure washes over her like waves to castle walls.

And then, suddenly at the feeling of her clenching with pleasure, he freezes, his body locked in place as he spills himself deep inside her. “Fu- Fuuuck-” He groans before he pulled out leaving her to leak his seed as he collapsed down beside her pulling her into his arms, “I love you so much Y/n,” He gasped

“I love you too lancel,” she gasped back nuzzling up to him once more the two almost immediately falling asleep in each others arms, 

[kudriaken]

House Lannister. My fanart series for the Great Houses from the ASOIAF. I wanted to make this for the longest time.

[lopata-four]

Comm with Lancel Lannister ❤️

[thranduel]

if dean (tommen's actor) could play a lannister character with very little screentime that got killed off, and then re-cast as tommen who would end up being the literal KING of the seven kingdoms, then maybe, just, MAYBE we could get davos and aeron's actors back in bigger roles...

[vesper-the-solitaire]

House Lannister

House Lannister of Casterly Rock

«The Lannisters never declined, graciously or otherwise. The Lannisters took what was offered», Tyrion Lannister

«There is no limit to Lannister pride or Lannister ambition», Catelyn Stark

«A Lannister always pays his debts», Tyrion Lannister

«No man sheds Lannister blood with impunity», Tywin Lannister

[cruciomee]

Cersei Lannister convincing her cousin Lancel Lannister to replace Robert's wine with strongwine

A gift piece for LancelMarina

[adarkandmagicalforest]

[lingulaca]

unpopular opinion: lancel is better than tyrion

[holb32]

The Hound and the Lioness

Sandor Clegane x fem!reader - Smut -

Part One!

Summary - Gianna Lannister is the youngest daughter of Tywin Lannister from his second wife Lynnette Stark. When Gia rushes in to help Sansa Stark, after her nephew humiliates her, the king suddenly has a 'brilliant' idea... or so he says.

A/N - This is only the second time I've done something like this... so bare with me please.

WARNINGS - If you are UNDER 18 then DO NOT read! Forced marriage, loss of virginity, blow job, blood, PIV, maybe breeding kink and size kink, literally has no plot just doing this coz I had an idea! If I've missed anything that should be added as a warning then please let me know!

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Gianna watched from the crowd that had gathered in the throne room, as Joffrey terrorised poor Sansa Stark, again.

"You're here to answer for your brother's latest crimes. What do you have to say?" Joffrey aimed his armed crossbow at the Stark girl as she kneeled before him.

"Your Grace, whatever my traitor brother has done, I had no part in it!" The poor girl began to sob, "You know this, Your Grace. I beg-" Joffrey had cut her off before she could finish, Ser Lancel, tell her what her brother has done!" Demanded Joffrey.

As Ser Lancel stepped forwards, so did Gianna. She always knew something wasn't right with her eldest nephew. He was evil, one of the evilest beings she's ever come across. Gia was appalled with his actions and about the fact that no one could make him stop, not even his mother.

"Using some vile sorcery your brother fell on Stafford Lannister with an army of wolves." Lancel announced. Gianna couldn't understand how people actually believe this stuff. So she rolled her eyes and mentally face palmed herself, ridiculous fools, she thought to herself.

"Thousands of good men were slaughtered, after the butchering, the Northmen feasted on the meat of the slain." This made the crowd surrounding them gasp and whisper in horror. War was a dreadful thing, Gianna knew that, but she really couldn't see that happening. At least not on Robb Stark's orders or his mothers. When she first met them, when she went with her older sister Cersei and her family to Winterfell, she'd gotten on well with the Starks.

"Killing you would, mayhaps, send your traitor brother a message." Gianna snapped out of her thoughts at that, surely he's not really contemplating that? The poor Stark girl began to weep, "But my mother insists on keeping you alive, unfortunately. Stand." Sansa stood at the king's orders, ever the obedient Lady Stark. Gianna's pity for the girl grew day by day. She didn't deserve this, no one did.

"So, we'll just have to send your brother a message some other way." Gianna took another step forward, just so she stood slightly out of the crowd, as if she might run towards young Lady Stark, she was family after all, distant but still family. "Meryn." The unspoken order was spoken and Joffrey's favoured Kingsguard stepped towards Sansa, "Leave her face, I like her pretty." And with that Sansa was punched to the stomach.

Gianna gasped and tried to step forwards, but before anyone could truly notice, her handmaid Dalia grabbed her arm, "No, my Lady. I do not think it wise to step in." Gia didn't take her eyes off Sansa. Meryn took out his sword and struck the backs of her legs, so she fell to the floor.

"Meryn, my dear lady's over-dressed. Unburden her." The Knight stood behind poor Sansa and ripped the back of her dress open, "If you want Robb Stark to hear us, we're going to have to speak louder!" Ser Meryn took out his sword again, swinging it over his head, "What is the meaning of this?"

The crowd split to allow Gianna's brother, Tyrion Lannister, to make his way through along with his man Bronn. "What kind of Knight beats a helpless girl!" Snaps Tyrion. "The kind who serves his king, Imp!" Meryn Snapped back. Gianna hated that man, he was just as vile and cruel as her nephew. "Careful now, we wouldn't want to get blood all over your pretty white cloak." Bronn, even though he irritated Gia sometimes with his crude words, managed to shut the Knight up.

"Would someone get the girl something to cover herself with." Gianna and Sandor 'The Hound' stepped forward towards Sansa. "It's alright sweet girl, Tyrion will handle Joffrey." Whispered the young Lannister Lady as the Hound grabbed his White Cloak over her shoulders.

"She's to be your queen. Do you have no regard towards her honour?" Questioned Tyrion, "I'm punishing her!" Tyrion gaped, "For what crimes? She's not fighting her brother battles you half wit!" Gianna helped Sansa stand, wrapping the girl in her arms.

"Your behaviour is despicable, Nephew! She's done nothing wrong!" Gia shouted. The Stark girl shook in the Lannister Lady's arms. "Neither of you can speak to me like that! The king can do as he likes!" Again Lady Lannister rolled her eyes, "The Mad King did as he liked! Look where that got him! Killed by his own guard, his people rebelled against him. Is that what you want to be done to you? For people a hundred years from now to remember you as the king who beat helpless Ladies?" Snapped Gianna, turning to her brother, "Perhaps they'll title him 'The Half-wit King', brother?" The people in the room sniggered and gasped. Gia swore she heard The Hound huff amusingly behind her.

"No one threatens his Grace in the presence of the kingsguard!" Meryn rushed towards Gianna, threateningly. "I'm not threatening him, Ser. I'm merely giving my nephew some... advice." Gianna didn't bother to look at Ser Meryn. "Bronn the next time Ser Meryn speaks, kill him." Tyrion said in a bored manner, turing to Ser Meryn, "Now that was a threat... see the difference?!" Gia chuckled at her older brother, they'd always been close, even since she was a little girl.

Tyrion walked towards his little sister and Sansa, leading them away. "I apologise for my nephew's behaviour. Tell me the truth, do you want this wedding to happen?" Spoke Tyrion softly, "We could try to get the engagement broken, if you'd like?" Gia rubbed the girls shoulders and they walked, "I am loyal to king Joffrey-" Stated Sansa, pulling out of Gianna's arms, "He is my one true love." With that she walked ahead of them, her ladies maids following her.

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Gianna was summoned back to the throne room, a couple hours later. As she walked in she realised that the crowd had only gotten bigger. At the throne sat her nephew, on both sides of him were his mother, Gianna's only and older sister, and the hand, who was Gianna's father. At the bottom of the stairs to the throne stood the kingsguard.

"You summoned me, Your Grace." Gianna stood before her family. She had changed into a more comfortable dress, since she was planning to go horse riding after. "Yes, I did." Signed Joffrey. "Tell me, Dear Aunt. Do you think the way you spoke to me earlier was appropriate? Especially of a Lady." Questioned the king.

Gianna looked towards her father at that moment, his face was emotionless. So she looked towards her kingsguard brother, he looked nervous for her. "I said what I thought to be true, Your Grace." She wouldn't lie. He needed to be told. Cersei scoffed, "You're king deserves more respect from you." Gianna rolled her eyes, "DO NOT ROLL YOUR EYES AT ME!" Screeched Cersei. "My apologise, sister."

"You know, I'll have to punish you." Gia's heart began to race. Surely her father wouldn't allow that. She was his daughter, and she knew he favoured her out of all his children. Looking towards him again she saw that his face was still, emotionless.

"You see, I've had a few hours to... come up with your punishment. Mother helped me." They both chuckled. "You're young, unmarried, pretty. What better punishment is there than to marry you to a... hound." The crowd gasped at their king's words. Joffrey laughed hysterically. "Mother's always calling you a bitch, so it seems quite fitting! Don't you think?!" I glanced towards 'The Hound' . He stood tall, but you could tell he was angry.

"Your Grace I don't think that's-" Tywin tried to reason with his grandson, he didn't want to drag his house through the mud again. "Silence!'' shouted Joffrey. "Hound stand by your bride to be!" Sandor reluctantly moved to stand beside Gianna. "The Hound and his bitch. He's so massive I'm sure he'll split her open when he takes her maidenhead!" Gianna looked down in shame at being spoken about in such a way.  

“Your wedding will be the day after tomorrow.” With that Joffrey excused everyone. Gianna quickly left the throne room, rushing to her chambers. Tears were dripping down her face as threw herself on her bed; her head buried in her arms. 

[the-fiction-witch]

Satisfied

Media - Game Of Thrones Character - Lancel Lannister Couple - Lancel X Reader Reader - Y/n (Wife) Rating - 18+ (BJ / Full sex/ Raw Sex) Word Count - 895

Initially, he had vehemently protested his uncle's decision to send him away to take on the responsibilities of lordship at the tiny, insignificant keep of Darry. Anger had surged within him at the thought of being uprooted from his familiar life in the bustling capital, and the prospect of marrying a stranger, a girl from the Riverlands, felt like a punishment. He had kicked up such a fuss about it, appealing to his father with desperation, and even pleading with Cersei to intervene on his behalf.

However, Darry Castle, nestled among rolling hills with views that stretched across the shimmering waters of the Trident, embraced him with a warmth he had not anticipated. The castle exuded a sense of quaint charm. Though the taxes imposed on the smallfolk were high, the steady flow of travellers and merchants invigorated the local economy, ensuring that the lord's larder was always filled with a bounty of fresh produce, hearty meats, and exquisite wines that delighted his palate.

Most importantly, his new wife was everything he could have wished for and more, a vision of beauty with lively eyes and a joyful spirit that lit up the castle. She treated him with a fondness and adoration that made each day feel like a celebration. With her by his side, Lancel realized that the tiny keep of Darry was not just a duty bestowed upon him, it had become a sanctuary where he could thrive and finally find happiness.

Lancel lay in his bed, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he struggled to catch his breath, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on his skin.

Y/n laid her head on Lancel’s chest, her stomach against the bed and her feet kicking the air softly, her fingers playing with the small trail of blonde chest hair on his sternum. Both of them were completely naked, and coated in sweat from their three prior sessions, but that was fairly normal for their evenings.

Lancel wrapped his arms around Y/n a little tighter, "You… Are a wild woman." He chuckled.

"Is my lord husband satisfied?"

Lancel let out a pleased growl. Pressing a warm kiss on her forehead. "Satisfied… is a word," Lancel smirked at her. His hand rubbing up and down her sides. "You have a talent for draining me of energy… you insatiable woman."

Y/n giggled and began to pepper kisses down his chest,

Lancel leaned back, his head resting against the pillow behind him. His eyes shut in pleasure as her lips found his chest and stomach and down his hips. When her tongue found his soft cock, he let out a gasp. "Careful… I might… be… too… spent."

"hummm no such thing." she cooed as she lapped and kissed all over his soft cock,

Lancel felt himself harden under her attention. As much as his body protested, his body was a little more cooperative. He watched her work intently, his breath heavier and shallower by the moment. "I'm… you'll break me if you keep this up."

Y/n smiled as soon as Lancel was at his full stiffness and climbed up and Into his lap, giving him very little choice about starting their fourth session, she adjusted them herself letting him slip back as deep as he had all previous times and she began to bounce. Rolling her head on her shoulders as her hair cascaded down over her, and her naked body moved shamelessly and efficiently to pleasure them both.

Lancel didn't have the energy to resist her. Even if he did, he didn’t want to. "Damn it… you're… you're going to be the death of me." Lancel gripped her hips. "Slow down. Slow down."

She whined but slowed down keeping her movements slow and steady,

Lancel started pumping his hips to match her rhythm, feeling the sweat on his body forming again. He was helpless in her hands, her thighs. He let out a moan as his thrusts started to grow in intensity. The bed rocked back and forth, the headboard tapping the wall at an almost rhythmic beat. "Y/n… I'm… I'm so close."

She moaned and eagerly sped up resting her hands on his stomach as she bounced and grinded,

Lancel grabbed onto her thighs, his fingers digging into her skin. He started to lose control of his pace as he desperately tried to hold on. "I'm… I'm… I'm… Oh, gods." His eyes rolled back. And he let out a roar of pleasure as he buried his seed as deep as he possibly could, his jaw falling slack and his body trembling with the strength of his release.

She squealed making sure to keep every drop inside her, she slowed to a stop leaning down to kiss his lips but not climbing down letting him stay inside her, "Umm happy hubby?"

Lancel’s limbs were limp and chest heaving. Breathless and covered in a sheen of sweat. He lazily wrapped his arms around her and smiled at her. "Yes… extremely happy. And exhausted. Are you satisfied now?"

She shrugged,

Lancel laughed and lightly smacked her ass for her cheeky answer. "Insatiable." He growled, holding her waist as he flipped them over onto her back,

“You love me.” she teased,

“Humm I do, I adore you my darling.” He cooed, kissing her lips and pinning her down ready to start session five.

[erosdoceamargo]

tyrion and jaime talking about lancel

[ironmansbay]

All the sketch commissions I did from October 2024!!! Sorry they took me so long to post and cross post omg... subjects and credits are in the alt text and under the read more! ✌️

Also on Twitter here and here

Portfolio

From right to left and top to bottom:

Aegon II for @/vesperzomy on Twitter

Aegon II for @/vesperzomy on Twitter (again)

Lancel Lannister for @/LancelMarina on Twitter

Aegon II for @blankfairy with his OC Trystane Strong

Tyrion Lannister for @hermitmoss

A portrait for @rainwingmarvel7 of her OC Nadya Dormaire

A portrait for Tala Peacock of her OCs Visella and Rasmus with their child (Tala if you're on Tumblr, see this, and want this updated to tag you let me know!)

Thank you to everybody for commissioning me when I was in a really bad spot! I really can't say enough, your help was extremely valuable.

I'll also be posting some full price commissions I got then too very soon!!! I got a new job and have been really busy with that and other irl things I am SO sorry so much time has passed.

[atomic--peach]

Her Grace's Handmaiden Pt 23

(Cersei Lannister x Fem Reader, brief one sided Lancel Lannister x Fem Reader. Disclaimer: While Lancel's age is unstated in the show, in the books he is canonically 17. However, since the show ages everyone up by 2-3 years and we've been going by Show ages instead of Book ages so far , Lancel in this fic would be 19-20.

SMUT: male masturbation )

AO3 version: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48276340

Lannister Reign over the continent seemed to be solidifying with every passing day One Baratheon brother dead, the other cast back into the sea. Jaime was off fighting for control of the Riverlands against the Stark pup. Joffrey on the throne with his grandfather as Hand to the King, and Cersei looming over all shoulders, waiting for something to do.

She needed a distraction. Something to take her mind off the thoughts barreling through her brain.

There were the usual concerns, of course. Her dreadful little brother. The Stark Girl, who was more use to them alive but sulked around the keep like a kicked dog.

Speaking of dogs.

She shook her head.

Don't think on that, there's no point to it.

And yet she couldn't stop herself. She pictured you that night, standing in the darkness of your quarters with knowing eyes that looked almost eager for the Queen to get closer. Cersei couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if she had forced you into the Holdfast with the other ladies.

You'd still be here, of course.

But that look you gave Cersei. A look to chill the blood of even the most hardened of warriors. It was the look of a predator just waiting for its prey to move into the perfect position.

But that was nonsense, Cersei knew that.

You were devoted to her, even in anger. Each time Cersei sent you away, you had always come back. You never would have left her Queen's side if you hadn't been forced to.

This was the delusion Cersei labored under for weeks, even now despite the idea being brushed off by everyone else.

She brought her distress to her father and Joffrey, and both looked at her like she had grown a second head.

"Forgive me." Tywin squinted slowly as if he didn't understand. "But it is my understanding that upon marriage, a wife becomes as one with her husband both spiritually and legally. Lady Clegane is the man's wife, therefore there can be no issue of kidnapping."

"All the same" Cersei fumed, outraged that they would not see sense. "He should be found and hanged as a deserter. If we find him, we find Lady Clegane."

"We are at war" Joffrey scoffed, "We do not have the spare men to send after a stray dog and his bitch."

Cersei wanted to pull his ear for that. She had been unprepared for the harsh change in her dynamic with her son. He no longer listened to her and did not seek her advice or her counsel.

When he discovered the truth of Robert's many bastards, he sent the city watch to slaughter them all, grown and babes alike.

When Cersei heard of this, she was stunned. Yes, it solved the issue of the truth Jon Arryn discovered, but it also gave those who resented Lannister presence a rallying cry against Cersei and her family

"The Queen Slaughters Babies" Tyrion had said with a dark smirk.

Tywin insisted Cersei at least try to keep some kind of control over her son, but the boy king resisted with every attempt.

That made it sting all the more when Tywin himself succeeded where Cersei had failed with her child.

Tywin had him settled, more willing to thin before acting, and betrothed to Margery Tyrell, whom Cercei resented and watched carefully.

If you were here, Cersei thought, you would know what to say to cheer her. You would call Margery a snub-nosed little girl and laugh with Cersei at the very idea of such a welp replacing her.

"She could never hold a candle to you, Your Grace" you would say, cheeks rosy and eyes smiling. "Rose or not."

Why had you left? Cersei knew why, she wasn't stupid.

She did regret what had happened. You had wanted that baby so badly. I should have just had that dog put down, Cersei thought to herself, that would have been enough.

Yes, it would have hurt you, but you would have gotten over it. You would have had your baby to look after, and Cersei by your side.

Cersei allowed herself to linger on this alternative path, as it was so much more pleasant than her current reality.

Cersei would have moved you closer to the royal quarters, perhaps even into her rooms. The babe would be attended to by a nanny and wetnurse, as all highborn children were.

I could have given them more, Cersei frowned.

A head start for the boy, he would have been set to be someone's squire. Perhaps Jaime's. From there he could take on the role his father had taken, sworn sword to the King's children. Or, on the off chance the boy had been small, unfit for the battlefield, he could have even been sent to Oldtown to be educated.

Would she have loved him? Cersei wondered. Not as she loved her own children, surely. But, he would have been the apple of his mother's eye. I would have cared for him, Cersei decided firmly, not loved, but cared for.

And how well you would have thrived as a mother. You were so good with little Tommen and Myrcella, it would have come naturally.

After The Hound died, what would be done with you?

You could remain forever a widow, that would be the preferred route. You could not be trusted not to love, and in Cersei's view, it was only natural for everyone to fall in love with you eventually.

If the silly fool had been smart enough not to fall for her first husband, none of this would have happened.

If you did remarry though, it would have to be a weak man. One who did not ask questions and did not interfere.

She had thought the Hound good at not interfering. Perhaps Cersei had been blind to it, but he had never seemed resentful of your affections for your Queen. But why else would he have stolen you from the Keep in the Night like a common thief?

you must be so worried, Cersei realized.

Did you know they had won? That they were still alive?

The poor dear was snatched up and swept away like a maiden in a story, she thought fretfully, you must be so confused and frightened.

Enough of this. Cersei slapped her palm to the smooth table top she sat at, nursing a goblet of wine. If they would not do anything, she would.

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"You asked to see me, your grace?"

"Yes, come in." Cersei eyed the sell sword up and down. To consider this man a knight would be an affront to the very notion of chivalry, regardless of the "Ser" they put before his name.

"I find myself in need of some help." She began. "I have a problem, and the crown has made it clear they will not intervene, so I am seeking outside assistance."

Bronn nodded understandingly. "May I ask as to the nature of the problem?"

"My favorite, The Lady Clegane, do you know her?"

"Know of her, the uh…" He tried to find a word he could get away with in the present company, "the pretty one the Hound married. I saw her."

"She was kidnapped by her husband from the keep the night Stannis attacked the city. I want her brought back, and I want that barbarian's throat slit."

Bronn considered this. "That can be arranged. It'll take some asking around though, not many men would be willing to track down a man that big and that good with a sword. And they'll be asking for a pretty penny to do it."

"Money is of no object, I assure you," Cersei smirked. "I want her brought back alive and unharmed."

"I'll find the man for the job, your grace." Bronn smiled coyly, "Of course, there is a matter of a finder's fee…"

"Find me a man who can do the job. If he comes back alive with Lady Clegane unharmed, you will be rewarded handsomely." Cersei assured him.

Bronn's grin widened at this, "I will start straight away, Your Grace."

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Lancel stared at the ceiling over his bed blankly.

His wound still burned with infection, and his brow was damp with feverish sweat.

The Maester said he would have died if not for the quick dressing of his wound. He had you to thank for that, he thought fondly.

He made good his vow to Clegane and told his father to find him a wife that could get him out of King's Landing, and Kevin Lannister acted swiftly, glad to see that his son was finally taking adult responsibility seriously.

But while the Frey girl Kevin had betrothed him to was kind and plain-faced with noble intentions, Lancel's mind could not help but stray.

He hated himself for it. It was an affront to the gods, disrespectful to the man who had covered his crimes, and dishonored the very lady his affections yearned for.

His soul was still wracked with guilt, how he had been the one to summon you to Cersei's chambers that night. He had no way of knowing what would happen, he told himself, no way at all.

And even after what happened, when he confessed before you and your husband the Queen's crime and his unintentional part in it, though he might die, and if he did it would be well deserved.

But instead, you bore him no ill will, neither of you did. You had even taken valuable time to tend to his wounds when he was injured. "Come with us" you had urged him, and he wanted to follow so badly.

But his honor would not allow it, nor his pride.

And in the end, they won, despite everything.

When the battlefield cleared, Lancel found he could not judge Clegane for what he had done. Win or Lose, nothing would have changed for you. You would still be trapped, your son would still be dead, and you would have to look into the face of your child's killer every day.

He could still picture the beach, war raging only a few hundred yards from them as you held his hand in yours.

Even in plain wool, stripped of any court finery that might have disguised you for a snobbish highborn, you were still so beautiful.

Had Clegane not been there, had they been alone on that beach, would Lancel have dared to kiss you as he had so wanted to in that moment?

It was horrible to think, he knew that. You were a married woman, with a husband who not only loved but respected you. And you were his senior by ten years or more, what could you ever want with someone like him? Little more than a boy in tin armor with a toy sword when compared to The Hound.

As he pondered in the darkness, the arm on Lancel's good side began to move over his hip to rest on his lower stomach. Absentmindedly his long fingers played at the edge of his waistband.

He wished you were here. You had been so kind, so attentive when you nursed his wound as he sat on your bed. Even in the midst of the pain and the noise of the battle still ringing in his ears, the touch of your hands on his body was startlingly gentle.

He imagined how soft your touch had been on his face, all those times you had cupped his cheek gently, in the cellars by candlelight, in the garden surrounded by flowers. How those soft hands would feel against his bare chest, nursing him still with those sad eyes. How you'd press a cold cloth to his brow to soothe his fever.

"My poor Lion" he could hear you breathe, "Let me take care of you."

He gasped as your small hand gripped the length of his shaft and stroked him slowly but firmly. He did not protest, only whimpering with need as you leaned over him to plant a kiss on his brow. Your chest hovered just out of his reach until you drew him close and laid his head on your breast.

"Sweetling." You coaxed him gently, "You must rest, let me help you."

He nodded in agreement and very nearly cried out as you picked up the pace, lavishing tender attention on his sensitive tip each time your fingers pumped his cock.

"Please" he whined, face buried in the warm softness of your breasts as the sensation overwhelmed him. The beckoning smell of your hair, the musical tone of your sweet voice. "Please. I need you; I need you; I love you. Please."

You laughed lightly at his gasping chant, watching his hips buck against your hand.

"I know, darling, I know. Just breath. You're doing so well, so close."

His release came quickly, and just as soon as you were there, you were gone. Your warmth replaced by a cool pillow; your small soft hand replaced by his own nimble fingers.

Even as he traced the sensitive tip of his cock, drawing out more jerks and whines, Lancel felt a wave of shame wash over him.

But more powerful than shame was desire. The desire to sleep, the desire to dream. Perhaps you would visit him again tonight if he was lucky.

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48 - History Sometimes Repeats Itself

Part 49

The Lion Knight and Dragon Princess

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One month later 

Hearing the chamber door gently closing  I lifted my head up from the pillows seeing my husband entering the room that early morning.  The sunrise was just beginning to break through the thin curtains blowing in the balcony window doorway.  Rolling over to face the doorway I eyed my husband muttering in a sleepy tone.  “How in the realm are you still a morning person after all these years?” 

“I’ve been a knight longer than I was ever a Lord or should I say Queen Consort now.  It's something I am simply used to now.” Jaime flashed me a cheeky grin beginning to remove his boots and drop them near the closed door.   He had told me it was going to be weird living in the Red Keep and not be required to wear guard armor every day unless he wanted to. 

Shifting myself to sit up more on the pillows stacked up behind me.  “I could name you King if you wished.” 

“God's no.  I have no desire to have a crown placed on my head.  Plus I'm not sure the people would be too happy to have the former Kingslayer seat the throne.” Jaime reminded me sitting down on the edge of the bed making it dip at his weight. 

Scooting closer to his body I wrapped my arms around his middle.  Laying my head against his shoulder while I trailed kisses down the side of his neck.  “You're not the unhonorable Kingslayer to me.  You never have been and never will be.” 

“Vaella-” He turns around on the mattress picking me up and sitting me down on his lap.  “You're not like the others.  You have always got to see the other side of the man I am.” 

Sending him a genuine smile I pressed my lips fully upon his.  “I love every part of the man that you are, Jaime Lannister.” 

“I love you, Vaella.” He declares cupping the side of my face in his right hand and his golden hand pushing me onto my back.  I grinned into the kiss threading my fingers into his long hair that he had kept after the war cause I told him how much I loved it.  Jaime moved one of my legs over his bringing our bodies closer with every kiss that got deeper and more passionate as we went on.  

“Mom! Dad! Help me!” Jaime and I’s kissing session was cut short hearing our youngest daughters crying from outside of our chamber door. 

Tossing the covers off of my body I scrambled to the door only wearing a thin nightgown running barefoot across the marble floor.  Flinging the door open my daughter flings herself up into my arms nearly making me stumble backwards catching her body.  “Rhana offf - what- what’s wrong.  Tell me what happened.” 

“He - he tried to take my dress off and - and he said he wanted to sleep with me.” She sobbed into my shoulder until her father scooped her up into his arms. after falling out of the bed and coming over to where we stood. 

He whispered softly into her ear.  “Who was it, sweetheart?” 

“Ewan.” She croaked out in more tears. 

Ewan Lansel, the bastard son of the late Gerold Hightower.  Jaime and I had kept some of his sisters former guards and he was one of them.  Jaime originally thought we should get rid of him but this man wasn't the knight who tried to rape me years ago when my parents were still alive.  

Stomping out into the hallway I noticed a different guard patrolling the hallways.  “Ser Knight.  I call for your assistance.” 

“Yes, your grace.” He bowed to me. 

Lifting my chin up slightly I clutched my hands into fists wanting to find the man responsible.  “Find Ser Ewan immediately for he is to be arrested for attempted rape on a member of the royal family.” 

“Right away, my queen.” The knight ran past me in a quick pass before I headed back inside to comfort my child from the horror she had just faced. 

That next morning rain and a light thunder had come down upon the city of Kings Landing.  Staring out the shut window I didn’t want to leave my chambers for I knew what was coming if I left here.  

I would be executing a man today for hurting my daughter. 

A gentle knock could be heard behind me from the shut door so I allowed whoever it was the permission to come inside.  “Come in.” 

“Vaella  - forgive me your grace.” Tyrion peeked his head inside the room, addressing me with a bow given the fact that I was wearing the crown Jaime had made me on my head that now represents the ruler of the Eight Kingdoms. 

Shaking my head I waved my friend and royal Hand to not worry about properly addressing me.  “Tyrion, don't bother with the formality.  Come in and tell me what you need to talk with me about.” 

“You don’t have to execute the knight.  We can go another direction if you simply say the word.” He suggested crossing the room, clasping his hands together in front of his chest when he finally stopped in front of me. 

Slumping my shoulders I replied doing the best I could to put on a brave face.  “I appreciate your advice, my friend.  I truly do.  But this man hurt my daughter.” 

“Vaella, we shouldn’t resort to violence since we are hoping to make a different way of life for our people.” He softly spoke back to me. 

Lowering myself down on a knee to be eye level with the dwarf I placed my hands over his.  “Tyrion, I don’t want to start with violence but I refuse to do nothing for what this man tried to do to my daughter.  I was older than she was when one of my fathers knights assaulted me.  My parents didn’t do anything about what occurred so I refuse to let the same thing happen to Rhana.  You don’t have to agree with me but you should know this is happening.” Raising myself to stand my friend slowly nodded his head watching me leave the room following after me a few minutes later. 

My boots squished in the muddy ground behind them as I walked across until I stood in front of the knight who had sworn to protect me and my family.  Keeping my hands down at my sides the weight of the crown on my head had never felt heavier than in this moment.  “You gave me your word, Ser Lansel.  And yet you’ve now attempted to rape my youngest daughter.  I demand to know why.” 

“She’s always been kind to me.  I assumed that she felt the same way I feel about her.” The knight responded, meeting my gaze. 

Clutching my hands into fists at my side I snapped back.  “You’re eighteen.  She’s far too young for you!” 

“Vaella.” Jaime’s gentle voice met my ears when he touched my forearm tugging me backwards to give us some privacy to talk.  “You don’t have to do this.  We could have one of the other knights or me execute him.” 

He could see it in my eyes that I didn’t want to kill anyone.  My father was known to execute anyone he assumed to be a threat.  I didn’t want to be seen the same way.  But this man hurt a member of my family.  “I have to do this, Jaime. I called for his arrest.  I have to be the one to finish it.” 

Lord Selmy came over to me drawing my sword out from the sword holder he carried for me.  “My Queen.” He bent down a knee holding it up in his palms till I picked up the blade. 

“Ser Ewan Lansel, Bastard of Gerold Hightower.  Here in sight of Gods and Men I sentence you to die.  Do you have any final words?” 

Ewan lifted his head up from the block, locking his gaze on Rhana who was standing off to the side with her siblings and their Uncle Tyrion.  “We belong together, Rhana.  You shouldn’t have gone crying to your parents like a weak girl.” 

“Urgh!” I raised the blade above my shoulder signaling for the knight behind Ewan to shove his head back down on the block.  Once the knight had stepped away I brought the weapon down and separated his head from his body.  

My whole body froze in that moment while I just stared at the now dead body laying at my feet.  The weapon slipped from my fingers dropping into the muddy dirt before I collapsed down onto my knees.  I felt my chest tightening making it hard to catch my breath when I bent my face down sobbing into my hands until I felt Jaime’s calming hand touching my shoulder.  “Vae, Vae, look at me.  Are you okay?” 

“J-Jaime - I - I shouldn’t have done that.  I don’t- don’t want to ever do that again.” I croaked out through heavy tears streaming down my cheeks.  Jaime pushed my body against his chest cradling the back of my head in his real hand.  “I don’t- I can’t do this.  I can’t be a good queen.” 

My husband kissed the crown of my head whispering back to me.  “Sssh don’t say that, Vaella.  You will be an amazing queen.  Just give it time and we will figure this out together like always.” 

This life certainly wasn’t easy for either of us.  But for certain we would make sure by all the gods and men that we would change Westeros for the better. 

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Ser Lancel Lannister by Henning

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