#eugenesimon

But he was still not thrilled about it, knowing his bride-to-be was merely a mystery lady from somewhere in the seven kingdoms. Someone he needed to wed for political reasons, that he had no say in whatsoever.

He immediately began to panic, worrying that this bride could be some… hideous creature a lord merely wanted rid of. Perhaps a laugh like swords clanking, perhaps a scent like rotting corpses, perhaps an awful name, perhaps two lances short of a tourney.

There had to be something wrong with her, it couldn’t be this easy. He had been mocked by his betters and his own family for so long, he was not foolish enough to believe there was nothing awful about this girl.

He heard the doors, and immediately his blood ran cold.

The septon took his place between the statues of The Mother and The Father, where the candles and rings sat waiting.

Lancel listened to the slow and tender steps of his bride, hearing her dress flutter slightly as she moved. Until he felt their presence behind him.

Her father coughed,

So Lancel turned and met the tall elderly man, who held the hand of the young bride.

She seemed small, shorter than Lancel but not worryingly so. She didn’t seem too chubby or too thin, the soft ivory gown fell off her softly, the silk graced with a soft spiderweb lace. With a marching veil to hide her face. She wore her maiden’s cloak, with black and gold spiders embroidered on it, with the same lace.

She must have been of House Web, from the Riverlands.

The lord offered her hand to Lancel, and he nodded sheepishly, taking it.

Lancel did his best to draw her closer, trying to judge this girl. But… nothing seemed strange or odd about her.

The septon made the blessings, the promises, and the old songs sung. The challenge was made, and no voice was raised.

Her father came and removed the cloak of House Web from her shoulders,

Lancel trembled but pulled the cloak of House Lannister from his own shoulders and gently wrapped her in it protectively, offering her a kind smile. He did his best to say the words, even if he found them hard to say, barely able to hear his own bride’s voice beyond his fears.

“I bind you now, in sight of the gods as one body, man and wife, from this day, for all eternity.” The septon said as he bound Lancel’s hand with his bride's.

“Father, Mother, Warrior, Smith, Maiden, Crone, Stranger. She is mine, I am hers, from this day until the end of my days, and take you as my Lady and Wife.”

“Father, Mother, Warrior, Smith, Maiden, Crone, Stranger. He is mine, I am his, from this day until the end of my days, and take you as my Word and Husband.”

Lancel thought he heard her slip up, but… assumed it merely to be nerves. He held his breath and turned to face her, pulling up her veil to reveal her face. He had… honestly expected… he didn’t even know. But she was sweet, cute, and beautiful. A girl he would be happy to greet with a kiss each day. But he cleared his throat and tried to hide his smile, “With this kiss, I pledge my love.” He slowly leant down and pressed a kiss to her lips. He found them soft, tender and smelled of sweet roses; he almost didn’t want to pull back, but he had to.

“One flesh, one heart, one Soul, now and forever. Ser Lancel and Lady Y/n Lannister!”

Cheers erupted from the sept as celebration began, as much as he wanted time with his new lady there was politics to do. The feast was long with many gifts and thanks from lords and ladies, the pie went off without a hitch, delicious too to boot. And the night went on much as any wedding did, giving Lancel barely moments with his bride.

Finally, as the night drew dark, Lancel declined the bedding for privacy's sake and led his Lady to their chambers for the night.

As they walked, he once again became worried. So far, she had been a delight, sweet, beautiful, and kind in brief interaction. He worried if something was about to make itself known… he still couldn’t believe that his family would be so kind to him and give him a nice bride. Something had to be wrong with her!

He worried about what might be under her gown, perhaps a body he would wish he could never see, but regardless, she was his wife now, and he must make the best of it.

Once they shut their chamber door, Lancel immediately made himself a drink to gather some courage for his wedding night. “I uh, A drink, my lady?”

“Thank you,” she nodded,

He poured her one and began to stutter once more, “So uhh… Y/n, are uhh… are ummm,” He tried to form words, but when he looked up to give her the goblet of wine, he froze up.

As Y/n stood by his golden bed, slowly undoing the many layers of her wedding gown, allowing the dress to fall to her feet, she turned to face him, fixing her hair. “Yes?”

He almost dropped the wine, his eyes wide… She was… Gorgeous! A body he could only have dreamt of, better than even the queen herself. He was shocked, gobsmacked! She was cute! Kind! Pretty! Had a perfect body! She was… the perfect wife. But he couldn’t believe it, he couldn’t process that she was this good of a wife, he was sure there had to have been something wrong with her! Something that made her family willing to wed her to him… surely she could have married far better than him. He downed his goblet of wine and handed her the other, forcing himself to speak. “So… My lady, you uh you are my wife now.”

“Yes,” She nodded, setting her wine down,

“And you are… happy with that?”

“Yes, you are very handsome.”

“Ohh… well thank you,” He blushed a little, “Are you excited to be my little lady Lannister?” He cooed,

“Yes, my Word,” she nodded, tossing on a white silk nightgown for the evening ahead,

He flinched a little, “Sorry?”

“Humm?”

“What did you say?”

“I said yes.”

“You said yes, my…word?”

Her smile fell, “Oh…”

“Why?”

“I didn’t mean to my Word,”

“There it is again!”

She whimpered softly,

“What’s wrong?”

“…I’m sorry,”

“Sorry for what?”

“I… I am not good at my L’s”

“No?”

She shook her head,

“Ohh, so… if you were to say my name?”

“….W-Wancel Wannister…”

“Oh!” He gasped, ‘There it is. There’s the thing.’ “One more time for me,”

“L-L-Wancel L-L-Wannister.”

“I… I don’t wanna be a rude but that is actually kinda hilarious.”

“You think so?” She asked,

“Yeah, I think it’s cute,” he smiled, “And I’m sure over time you’ll be able to say my name, right?”

“I hope so.” She nodded,

“Come on, could you give it a try for me?” He cooed, holding her waist softly,

“L-L-L- Wancel.”

“Come on, one more try, I know you can do it.”

“L-Lancel.”

“Hey! That’s my girl,” he cooed, giving her a little kiss.

“It doesn’t bother you?”

“Of course not,” he smiled, “I was worried for something way worse. But I think it’s sweet and cute. I like your little W’s.”

“You do?”

“I do, I think it’s very very cute,” he cooed, kissing her nose, “now, shall we get to know one another, my sweet wife?”

“Yes, L-L-Wancel.” She blushed,

Lady Lyanna Stark stood beside Lancel. Her small body was covered by a large red and gold Lannister gown that was far too big for her, her long hair pinned up in a King’s Landing style. Her arm held Lancel’s in a vice-like grip, her only outlet for her fear and grief. She kept her eyes down, her mouth closed, and her body as close to Lancel as she could, almost hiding behind him.

Lancel looked over his shoulder as stubbly as he could, meeting eyes with Lyanna. They shared a caring gaze, the kind that meant a thousand words between them without a single one leaving their lips. He knew he had to protect her; he knew he was the only thing keeping her from a fate beside her elder sister.

Lyanna did her best not to cry, not to tremble, not to show fear. Knowing that even just catching the king’s attention could bring her down to be with Sansa. Her fate was safe only by her obedience, her promises to comply and fold away her heritage and her family.

It took every fibre in his being to stop himself from bringing his hand to meet her own. But he couldn’t.

Joffrey set his crossbow aside, stepping down the stairs. Each step echoed in the hall like a hammer of war on their doors. He approached Sansa, looking down at her bruised body like one looks down at a dog you had finished disciplining.

Lancel felt a shiver run down his spine. He knew the king and his sadistic ways, and prayed that the pre-established honour of court would save them from any more such horrific displays and thus save Sansa from them.

Lyanna squeezed Lancel’s arm, a silent plea for them to leave. To sneak away and leave before anything worse could happen. Knowing she couldn’t leave any other way than Lancel’s arm or risk whispers of her rebellion.

Lancel knew he couldn’t leave, they were too close to the eye line of the king, but as he came closer, he stepped more infront of Lyanna, ensuring to tighten his grip on his sword. He didn’t think he’d stand a chance against the king and his Kingsguard, but he would try if he must.

Joffrey ripped Sansa’s gown from her body, exposing her corset and chemise to the court. He cared little for her cries, her humiliation and hurt. Only continuing the torture.

Lyanna’s eyes grew glossy, her face risking a break of her emotions.

Lancel could feel her grip tightening, he moved his hand from his sword to place on top of her own, whispering in as low a tone as he could. “Lyanna… Lyanna look at me.”

She met his eyes, fighting back a tear.

He kept his face stern as he spoke, “You are a Stark. You are as strong. As Strong as ice. You are stronger than you think.”

Lyanna shivered, hearing her sister scream. She sniffled and slightly shook her head, “No… no Stark… Not anymore,” she said, too afraid to confirm her ‘Traitoros’ heritage even just to Lancel in a hushed whisper, to fearful anyone at court would somehow hear her. Doubling down on the only thing that had so far kept her alive. “A-A Lannister.”

Lancel swallowed a lump in his throat; he almost wanted to be proud of her for accepting his family and her place at his side, but he knew she did it out of fear that she did so. He looked her over, taking in his betrothal. She was truly no longer a proud Stark wolf, but a pup forced into a Lannister lion pride that she didn’t belong. But she was right, in the eyes of the court, she was his bride-to-be, a lion by association, and that was all that had protected her, saved her from the fate beside her sister. His words came out gentler than he had first intended, but he needed to give her what little reassurance he could. “Then hold your head high, and act like a lion.”

She nodded, fighting back her tears, and she stiffened and pushed down her emotions.

Lancel wrapped his arm protectively around her, and held out his other hand to her, allowing her to take his with both of her’s. Allowing her to rely on him as a betrothal.

Joffrey pulled Sansa by her hair to meet the many court lords who were forced to watch her. Exposing herself and her beaten state to all before her.

“Please! Mercy, your grace. Please!” She begged him, but of course got not an inch of sympathy. Her eyes scanned the throne room looking for any friend she had who might help her, who might save her from the king’s wrath. Her eyes fell to Lyanna, “Sister… please… Lyanna, please!” She cried out,

Lancel felt Lyanna’s grip tighten once more, “Don’t look.”

But it was too late, Lyanna met her sister's eyes, a thousand choices running through her mind as all of the court and the King watched her in this moment. She left her sister’s gaze and stared straight, strong, proud, forcing down the pain she felt. As much as it broke her heart to deny her sister such a mercy, she knew she had no choice. As much as it killed her, she knew for the politics of court and her own life, she couldn’t bend to pity the wolf, only stand tall with her lion, faking herself as one of them. Forcing back a tear before it flooded her cheek.

Lancel held her tighter, he let out a low exhale and pulled Lyanna a little closer, keeping her under his protection.

Joffrey finally let Sansa go, her handmaidens rushed to her comfort. He laughed and turned his attention to Lyanna. “I must say, cousin. You have trained your wolf well. She doesn’t beg, she doesn’t cry, she doesn’t whine, she doesn’t howl like a bratty pup.” He snickered, “Perhaps my Sansa can learn something from how well her sister has acclimated.”

Lancel wanted to yell, wanted to spit, to scream, to break the young king’s face. But he was forced to be respectful. “Yes, your grace. She has adapted well.”

“Send the pup back to her kennel! Perhaps in a week she’ll have learnt some manners.” Joffrey commanded,

Sansa was dragged away by guards with her handmaiden rushing behind her. She used the last of her strength to once more call out, in plea for her sister’s aid, silenced by the slamming of the door.

“Hummm… perhaps I should come one evening, see what could be learnt from your little wolf, Cousin.” Joffrey proposed.

Lancel felt sick; he knew Lyanna was terrified at such a prospect, so he pulled her closer and tightened his grip on her. He straightened his shoulders using his height to his advantage in an attempt to look intimidating, “The Lady Lyanna is my betrothed, A proper young lady who will take her vows soon enough. She will be a proper lioness as soon as the gods see it best.” He made himself clear and emphasised his words, ensuring Joffrey knew his stance.

“Yes, of course.” Joffrey spat, “We must hope the gods do not keep you waiting, cousin. Your little world is far too pretty a little thing to remain … Unclaimed.”

“Yes, your grace.” Lancel spat, “We pray for their speed,” he said, his hands almost shaking if not for Lyanna’s grip; he would never allow Joffrey to touch her, not while he breathed.

Lyanna squeezed Lancel’s hand, doing what little she could to try and calm and comfort him.

Luckily, after getting no reaction, Joffrey lost interest and went on to torment another poor soul. But that was enough for the court to empty the many lords and ladies rushing to get away after the horrid display.

Without a word, Lancel ushered Lyanna to his chambers, neither uttering a single word until the door was closed and locked.

He ran a hand through his hair and let out a deep exhale. “Gods,” he cursed, leaving her arms to pour himself a goblet of wine, which he immediately emptied into his mouth. He turned back to her, seeing how she was frozen up. “Lyanna… Lyanna look at me?” he asked gently, coming to hold her hands,

She met his eyes, the same look of repressed fear and sadness.

He softly smiled and brought a hand to her chin, tilting it softly, he looked into her deep eyes, and he pleaded with her, “You don’t have to pretend, not for me. You’ve kept your mask up for so long, my lady. Lower it with me. Please.”

“I am not sure I can.”

“Why not?”

“Perhaps, if I hold the mask up long enough, it will simply become my face.”

“Ohh sweet girl,” he cooed, “Please, I promise you. You are safe with me.”

In that moment, she showed she trusted him truly; she threw her arms around him and cried into his chest. So hard her wails echoed from the walls. They trembled to the floor on their knee’s gripping one another in a harsh but loving way. Lyanna let loose all her sadness, all her tears and Lancel was there to hold her for each one, not trying to stop her tears but allowing them to flow, and support her every gasp of air.

“I fear the king…” she gasped as she began to once more gain words,

He nodded, running a hand through her hair, “I fear him too. We all do.”

“When he said… of learning. Of waiting-” she began.

Lancel, for a second, saw such horrors, of the king coming to her chambers, with the authority and commands she couldn’t refuse, his kindguard to hold her down if she argued. It made him sick. He tightened his grip on her, holding her face so they met eyes, “I will never allow it,” he said, his tone darkening, “It is his sick humour, he merely wishes for us to squirm like worms before his boots.”

She nodded, but it was clear she didn’t believe him. Which was fair, in many years past, Lannisters had been known to merely kneel to make the king happy, so that he wouldn’t defend her if it meant his head. Knowing if the king did such a thing, he would also be rid of her as a betrothal.

“Lyanna,” he told her firmly, “I will not let him touch you. Not for a moment. You are mine, my little wolf and I swear this to you by the old gods and the new, he will not set a finger on you while I am still able to take breath.” he explained, “Please… believe me in this if nothing else.”

She nodded the faintest hint of a smile across her lips,

He leant his forehead against hers, the two sharing breath, “You-you have yet to be blessed by the gods?”

“Not yet,” she sighed,

“… we can no longer wait for them,” he said, “It is no longer safe in the capital.”

She nodded in agreement,

“We shall lie…” he said, his mind immediately turning with a plan, “I will fetch lamb's blood, you lay it on your bed tonight and call your maidens. The word will not be secret long. I will go to my uncle at dawn and tell him of the news. He will make us marry by the fortnight.”

“What of the bedding-”

“I will not. I will not take you until you are ready, I promise,” he confirmed, “Once married, I will take my lordship. We will run away to Darry. As Lord and Lady. Far from court, far from the king, far from danger.”

“And… my sister?” she asked,

“… there is nothing we can do for her, we must leave her, to save ourselves.” He sighed, “Will you do this, will you come with my Lyanna?”

She nodded, her hands coming to his face, bringing their lips together in their first chaste kiss. “Yes,” she gasped once their lips parted.

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,

Alise after alise of seasonal displays, all being stocked by young workers in cheap, ill-fitting elf uniforms, who moved methodically, their eyes reflecting a mix of forced cheerfulness and the weary detachment of minimum-wage labour. Each shelf was meticulously arranged, showcasing an array of festive items, from dazzling ornaments to plush holiday figures, all vying for the attention of eager shoppers.

Jerome grabbed a metal trolley and put his arm around Y/n in such a way that she had no choice but to stand between him and the trolley with his hands on the handle on either side of her. "Can't you just smell the holiday cheer, my dearest?"

"I guess," she agreed as they slowly began to wander the store. She watched Jerome, rather confused at his desire to look at so many items, "What has gotten into you?"

"Whatever do you mean?" He asked, laying his head on her shoulder and pouting dramatically,

"Why are you so giddy about Christmas shopping?"

"Can I not be excited?"

"You can, but you never usually care. You didn't care even half this much last year."

"Yeah, well, that was last year," he shrugged,

"And pray tell, what makes last year so different from this year?"

"Not important," He said, kissing her cheek,

As they meandered through the vibrant displays, their voices mingled with the soft background music, lively discussions and animated debates about each item. Soon enough, they filled their trolley with a captivating assortment of decorations, glittering ornaments in rich jewel tones, handcrafted garlands adorned with delicate pinecones, and twinkling fairy lights. Although the collection was not strictly themed, the eclectic mix seemed to harmonise beautifully, as if each piece complemented the next, creating a unique and inviting aesthetic.

Once they checked out, Jerome loaded the back of the car up and climbed in to see Y/n glaring at him.

"Yes, my dearest?" he asked sheepishly,

"Jerome..." She glared, "You going to tell me why you're so excited now?"

He sighed, "You really wanna know?"

"Yes, Please."

Jerome softly took Y/n by the hand, squeezing tenderly, "You know that... I never really got to spend much time with my family. I got tossed from summer camp, to boarding school, to winter education programs... My dad was locked up, my mum was always busy working or off on trips, even my sister was usually half a country away." He explained, "My- memories of Christmas time were always long coaches in the snow, delayed trains, sitting alone with awful, cheap gingerbread cookies, looking at Christmas trees in shop windows." He sighed, "But this year... we have a home of our own, a little place that's all ours. And I get to spend this year... with you. We get to bake fresh cookies, make a whole Christmas dinner, wrap gifts, watch awful Christmas movies, decorate our own Christmas tree and the whole house however we want! It's... all ours." He cooed, "I'm just... excited, I get to make memories with the woman I love so much."

Y/n found herself almost tearful, squeezing his hand back. "I'm sorry, Jerome, I suppose I... took such little pleasures of the season for granted." She said, "You can be as excited as you like."

"I can?"

"Of course, you can," she smiled, "How about we go home, make some sugar cookies, put on some festive tunes and start decorating?"

"Really!?"

"Mhm, and we'll do it, together."

"Together," he agreed, leaning over to share a soft kiss with her, "I love you so much, Y/n."

I sat inside the litter, on the soft silk pillow the curtains closed at the sides to keep concealed from passers-by. The sweet fabrics and cushions around me as I sat in my little shoes and sweet yellow and black dress. The litter moved and bustled a little as it slowly moved through the king's landing streets as the caravan of royals moved from the sept back to the red keep. It was far too dangerous for any of us to be walking these streets so the litters kept all of us hidden and safe. 

I looked across the litter where the familiar body sat, thin and tall with long Lannister blonde locks, his fine lion-littered clothes red and gold clothes with his sword by his side his hand on the hilt as if he was prepared at any second to use it. I blushed slightly and looked away before he noticed me looking but I saw his own eyes flick to me. Lancel Lannister, he had been squire to my father King Robert Baratheon, and my father had insisted that in the event of his death his squire was to become my protector. Which was sweet of him, I unlike my siblings had a decent relationship with my father even if that meant my mother despised me. I suppose that's why my mother never protested about it, I think she knew Lancel had never seen battle and while skilled he was not really up to the level a princess' protector should be but I think it was her way of keeping us both out of her way. 

We met eyes for a moment across the litter and we both tried to hide our smiles, we both knew something... was between us but we knew such a matter could not be pursued. He was my protector and nothing more even if I wanted him to be. But I knew our families would rage at us if anything was to be revealed about us. We were technically second cousins but by Westeros law that meant very little as even first cousins can marry in Westeros without much of an eyebrow being raised. But still I knew my mother hated me and would not allow us to be together even if we wanted to be. 

He looked at me as I looked away his eyes lingered on my Baratheon yellow dress, on my dark hair. I looked like my father like a Baratheon which I assume was part of what my father loved and my mother hated about me given I looked nothing like my blonde slender siblings, joffery, Marcella and Tommen. I suppose they looked like Lannisters and I a Baratheon. But Lancel's eyes lingered but he shook his head away as if shaking off his thoughts. 

But as we stopped I briefly looked out the window seeing we had not yet returned to the red keep I'm sure we must have stopped for one reason or another so I didn't ask, but as Lancel and I met eyes again I blushed and hatched an idea to occupy our time.

"Lancel?" I spoke up,

"Yes, princess?" He looked at me with a sweet smile, 

"could I?" I innocently asked,

"Could you what princess?" He raised an eyebrow looking at me curiously but with a sly smile as he knew what I wanted but enjoyed the tease, 

"What I usually do," I blushed, "When we're alone..."

He bit his lip a little but nodded, "As you wish my princess."

I giggled and quickly hopped over to his side I sat myself on his thigh as he moved his sword to the side, I wrapped my arms around his neck and nuzzled my head onto his shoulder and chest feeling his warm body and the softness of his clothes, he quickly wrapped an arm around my waist to bump me closer to him, I giggled and plaid with his hair as he stroked my back I rather felt naughty to be doing such a thing I knew I shouldn't and because I knew this position was what many girls would do to a lord of higher born then themselves which... asmused me in my own way. 

"Hi lancel," I giggled as he pulled me so our noses touched, 

He smirked and stroked my dress whispering against my lips "Hello princess." 

"I like when you look after me, it means I get cuddles," I giggled,

"Humm I like cuddles with you very much princess. really I like anything we do together, but especially when were... alone together." 

I smiled and gave his neck some small kisses, "When we return to the red keep, will you come cuddle in my room?"

".... I think that would be an excellent idea, Princess." He cooed as he stroked my jaw and held my chin to prevent my kisses, "I would love to have a cuddle alone in your room." he whispered against my lips, 

I tried to kiss his neck again but he pulled on my hair to stop me and gave my ass a firm smack making me only giggle more. 

"Lancel?"

"Yes, princess?" He smirked kissing my neck softly, 

"When we cuddle in my room..."

"Yes?"

"Will we play... the quiet game?"

"Humm the quiet game? you know I want to play anything with you princess but are you sure? you always lose the quiet game." he smirked nibbling my neck,

"I know, but I like to play." 

"I know you do," He smirked, "How about... we play hunt instead?"

"We can?"

"I think so, I think you'd love a game of hunt." He whispered in my ear, "Are you ready princess?"

I nodded and he bit his lip his hand on my hip, 

"Close your eyes." he demanded his tone breathy,

I giggled and closed my eyes he then pressed little kisses down my chest towards my dress but I peaked opening one eye, he saw me and growled 

"ah ah ah, you took a wrong step now the lions gonna bite the little doe," He smirked as he sunk his teeth into my neck tugging at my skin making me squeal and kick my feet,

"Noooo! I didn't mean to,"

He pulled back and fixed some hair behind my ear, "Open your mouth princess." he demanded, I blushed but opened my mouth as wide as I could his thumb moved to stroke my bottom lip, "Tounge out." He demanded so I playfully forced my tongue out as far as I could, He smirked and ran his hands over my dress as I sat on his leg keeping me sat for a good while like this, "Humm getting tired yet princess?"

I shook my head even if my mouth was tried, he moved his fingers close stroking my lips,

"suck." he demanded so I did as he asked and took his index and middle finger into my mouth sucking them and licking them making sure to keep eye contact as I did, which forced a low groan, "ummm such a good little princess," he cooed his palm resting on my chin to hold my face as his fingers moved to thrust inside my mouth leaving me to have to move my head to keep his fingers in my mouth and to keep sucking until he pulled his fingers out completely. "You know, Princess, I think that you are just a bit too tightly wound. I will loosen you up... I think your outfit is too much, and I want it off of you. What do you think, Princess? Should I take off your dress?"

"Lancel.. someone might-"

"No one will see," he smirked as he unlaced my dress front, "Keep quiet for me princess,"

I nodded as he tugged at my dress gently at first but the more he unlaced the more eager he got almost ripping my dress until it was unlaced to my waist and he pushed back the soft yellow fabric to reveal my bare breasts but keeping it on my shoulders he bit his lip hard as he looked at my exposed body his hand came and stroked my neck and down my chest fondling my breasts as he went, "How does that feel princess? Do you like the feeling of my hand against your skin?" he smirked and I nodded, "Hummm such a good little princess. such a good little doe for her lion," he cooed, as his hand came to my breast still slick from my sucking a she rubbed on my nipple to harden it moving his index and middle finger back and forth over my right nipple forcing it to get hard for his attention as well as causing me to whine and squirm on his lap,

"Uhhh Lancel..." I whined, 

"Ah ah ah I said quiet princess." he smirked biting my neck harder than before grabbing my breast in his hand fondling and groping me as I sat on his thigh, "Ummm I love playing with your fucking tits." he smirked, moving both hands to grope and squeeze,

"Ahhh Lancel!" I squealed,

"Humm what about quiet don't you understand?" He smirked biting my neck even harder as he did I whined and stroked his clothes as I squeezed my legs together feeling myself get wetter for his rubbing and groping, "oh. That's why?" He growled forcing my dress up to stroke my bare thigh he slapped my ass again before he stroked my pussy, "Awww so wet princess."

"Uhh Lancel..." I whined,

"This what you want? this what you want princess?"

"Yes..."

"Humm really? Is this what you want? Do you want my fingers inside you? You want me to finger your cute little pussy princess?" 

"Yes. Please lancel..." 

"Awww you are adorable," he cooed, "say it."

"I-"

"Say it my little doe."

"I want your fingers inside my pussy lancel... please... devour your doe my lion."

"That's better." he smirked forcing my dress off me completely leaving me naked on his lap tapped my thigh and I happily opened them," Aww such a good princess," he cooed as his hand moved to slip his index and middle finger inside me his thumb rubbing my clit making me squeal and scream as he kissed me to keep me quiet as he thrusted his fingers hard and rubbed on my clit the same pace as his other hand rubbed on my nipple, we kissed making out heavily often moaning into each others mouths as his hands pleasured me endlessly. I knew I was close but he didn't stop instead He pulled back with a groan and smirked at me, "On your knees. suck my cock. Now princess." He demanded, I blushed as he moved his hand back but I did as he asked moving to my knees and unlacing his trousers taking his hard cock in my hand and sucking it as mercilessly as he had fingered me I could feel the litter below my knees knowing we were moving again but I didn't care to stop he threw his head back and often tugged my hair until we felt the unmistakable feeling of the litter being set on the ground, we quickly pulled back and peaked out seeing we had now returned to the red keep, "Shit-" He muttered fixing himself,

"Lancel..." I whine in desperation, 

"I know princess, I know." he muttered clearly desperate too but he handed me my dress and helping me to relace it, "Come on, we'll deal with the nonsense and continue up in your room, alright princess?"

"Alright," I pouted, 

"Don't pout my little doe, you can have your lion later," he said,

"All of my lion?" I begged,

Y/n was still in her bed even though it was late afternoon. Wearing only in her thin red nightgown with the hem pulled up to her waist, laid on her back twisted in the sheets, her hand on her clit, rubbing desperately.

Lancel’s eyes went wide, almost frozen. But he managed to finally croak out, "Uh… S-… Seven hells… Cousin?!"

She bolted up in shock, her eyes wide with fear. She yelled, grabbing her covers to conceal herself. "Cousin! I ughh I ummm… Hi Lancel." She squeaked,

"You uh… You seemed rather preoccupied. Am I interrupting something?…"

"… No, no I uhh…" she blushed, "… Please don't tell my father."

Lancel shook his head, "I won’t say anything… but uh… what were you doing?"

"… I get lonely, same as you do." She admitted, "But you… Boys just go to the whores and brothels in the city … No lord thinks twice to see another lord, or knight in the pleasure houses. A lady … I would be cast out of our family, so… I must attend myself."

"Have-… have you… always been lonely …. Or has it just been recently?” he asked absentmindedly, getting closer to the bed,

She blushed. "I admit… My loneliness has grown worse since Uncle Tywin sent for us to come to court. I do not… get to see you as much as when we lived at Casterly Rock." She admitted. "I miss so many of your sweet kisses, and we are never able to hold hands when we are together at court."

At this, Lancel's heart began beating a little faster, as he gulped down the lump in his throat. "I've uh… been feeling somewhat…. Lonely… too." he softly smiled at her, "I-…. I've missed our… kisses too."

Y/n blushed and looked up at him hopefully, tapping the space in her bed beside her.

Lancel shifted even closer, kneeling on the bed. "S-… so you've really missed me that much, huh?"

Y/n nodded, taking his hand in both of hers to play with his fingers.

Lancel moved even closer, "I-… I've… I’ve missed you a lot too… Y/n, may uhh may I ask?"

Y/n nodded, kissing his fingertips.

"Uhhh, what exactly…. What exactly were you thinking about… before I walked in on you?"

Y/n answered by simply looking at Lancel, her eyes squarely on his own.

Lancel immediately understood, his head filled with all kinds of dirty thoughts that he had to push down to speak. "And now… wh….what are you thinking about?"

"How angry our family might be… If we…"

"If we?"

"… If we laid together, before marriage."

Lancel inhaled sharply, "I uh… I see." He kept quiet for a moment, "You’d really want to do that…. With me?”

She blushed and giggled, "Lancel… If my father gave me the choice, I'd marry you. I would have years ago."

Lancel couldn’t help the smile that crept onto his face. "Yeah?… you really would?"

She nodded. "… Ever since I was a little girl, I was told, one day I might marry Lancel. Not sure why they have kept us waiting so long." She cooed, nuzzling his neck. "I want us to get married, rule Casterly Rock together as lord and lady someday, have lots of adorable little lion cubs with beautiful gold hair."

Lancel blushed hard, barely able to find the words. "I… I'd really like that too, for us to get married and rule casterly together…"

“But we can’t.” Y/n sighed, trying to move away,

But Lancel stopped her, “Why? Why can’t we get married?”

"Because Uncle Tywin is worried he'll need Lannister hands to give away in political deals, to the Tyrells or Starks or Baratheons. Cersei is too old, Jamie is a king's guard, Tywin hates Tyrion, and the girls are all too young for betrothals." She cooed, kissing Lancel's neck. "We are the only Lannisters who can be sold off."

Lancel bit back a small moan as he felt her kiss up his neck. “But… I don’t like the idea of being sold off." Moving his hands to rest on her waist,

"No?" She asked,

Lancel shook his head, "No, I- I don’t. We shouldn’t be sold off like some commodity like that… especially to someone like a Tyrell… or a Stark…."

"Then who should you marry?" She cooed,

“I just wanna marry you, Y/n…."

"You would?"

Lancel leaned very close to her, his hands moving further up her thighs, now under the fabric of her nightgown, his voice a bit more breathy. "Of course I would. I'd want to…. I'd want you as my wife, I'd want you and me at the head of Casterly Rock, ruling together, with all our little lion cubs."

She giggled happily, lying back on her bed. "Hummm, how many lion cubs?"

Lancel followed her down, now looming over her, "Oh, quite a lot of lion cubs actually…."

"Oh? Three? Four? Five?" She chuckled, playing with Lancel's golden curls,

"At least ten… or as many as possible…" He almost moaned,

She giggled excitedly. "How about a baker's dozen of lion cubs? A whole pride of our own."

Lancel moaned again, “Sounds wonderful. I’d want nothing more, I’d want you at my side while we rule Casterly Rock, and have a whole pack of golden-haired little cubs, all with their mother’s eyes…” he smiled as his hands slipped up to her hips, "I think you'll make a great mother…. You already have the hips for it…"

"mhm… Hips for childbirth. So I can have as many little cubs as possible."

"Exactly, just think… in a few years, this belly will be round and soft our child."

She cooed. "Why wait years? We could have a little cub inside me tonight if we wanted."

Lancel moaned, "That uh… yeah… we really could…. I could give you a little golden cub to start your collection tonight… right here…" He could feel his cock hard in his pants, pressing against her as he settled between her legs.

"Please, Lancel…" Y/n begged,

He leaned in and kissed up her neck. "Please, what Y/n?…"

Y/n giggled, pulling her nightie off and lying against her sheets naked. "Please, Lancel… Make me your bride before the gods, give me a lion cub, a strong, handsome Lannister boy to grow in my belly for you." She begged. "Make sure they have to let us wed,"

Lancel shivered a little, "Gods… you're so beautiful… I couldn’t imagine a better bride…" He bit back another moan, kissing her neck hard and letting his hands roam, stroking her body. "You want me to make you a mother tonight?"

She nodded, "mhmm… a strong little golden lion cub to grow in my belly and feed from my breast."

Lancel moaned and shivered again, his hands on her squeezing her breasts. He moved even closer so his cock pressed directly into her between her legs. "You'll look so beautiful with a little cub in your belly, I'm sure you'll look even more beautiful than usual. You're going to be a wonderful mother… and your breasts will be so full all the time… your nipples will be sensitive and sore from the cubs… I don't think I can wait anymore…. I need… you…." he groaned undoing his breaches to free his cock.

Y/n giggled excitedly, spreading her legs for him. “Then have me, Lancel,”

“That I will, cousin,” he smirked, pulling her into a passionate kiss.

"Oh, I see." She nodded trying to think of how to comfort her husband, "Well… Perhaps it's only temporary a smaller keep for you to learn the business of running it so you're more capable of a larger one like Casterly Rock in a few more years?"

"Few more years?" lancel stopped and gave a small bitter laugh "a smaller keep? How is that just? I've fought in battle! I've killed a men! I was promised my rewards for all I have done for this family! I was promised Casterly rock! Promised lordship! Promised Warden of the west! And I get Darry! I was promised a good marriage and I get stuck with you! I am a Lannister!”

Y/n tried to hide her fear, and her tears at his words. But she didn't have time to think as the newborn twins began to cry from the shouting so she rushed to their crib to comfort the little babies, "It's alright, it's alright, daddy didn't mean to shout it's alright." Y/n cooed to the crying twins

Lancel took a breath and suddenly realized what he had said, he hadn’t meant to… but he said it. He felt awful, so guilty. Lancel sat down in a chair. His anger slowly subsided away as he watched his little family. He closed his eyes and listened to her calming voice talking to the children. He let out a slow breath and looked back up to her as she looked at him."I'm sorry. I don't know why I said that." he said quietly,

She nodded still clearly very hurt by his words but the children were more her priority,

Lancel got up and silently approached behind her. He placed a hand on her shoulder as she rocked the little ones. "I didn't mean it. You're a good wife Y/n. A good mother. I'm sorry I said it."

she sniffled and wiped a tear,

He pulled her closer to him, and wrapped his arms around her. Lancel nuzzled against her neck. Holding her tight against him as he tried to soothe her as he spoke quietly "Please don't cry Y/n. I didn't mean it. I'm sorry. I'm an ass. Don't cry because of me"

"it's alright, you were angry." She said but clearly she was still upset. As she tucked the twins back into their cribs they silenced their cries and returned to sleep.

Lancel turned her around so she was facing him. Still holding her tight. He gently wiped the tears from her eyes "I was angry. I still am. But I am sorry. I didn't mean what I said. You have been a good wife to me and a good mother to my children. I should have never said those things." lancel pulled her against him and held her tight against his chest. He felt so regretful. He stroked her hair and kissed the top of her head, “I am not stuck with you, you are a beautiful woman, a wonderful wife, a loving mother, you’ve supported me through all my bullshit, and given me two beautiful children… Please forgive me my darling, I’m so sorry.”

“It's alright,” She nodded, “I forgive you.”

“Thank you my darling,” he cooed kissing her lips softly, “I shouldn’t have taken my anger out on you… maybe Darry will be nice, perhaps a nice place for children.”

She squirmed and whimpered quietly, feeling Jerome throb inside her.

“Shh, baby,” he whispered against her ear. “We don't want to get caught, now do we?” His hips were moving slowly, deliberately, as he worked himself deeper inside her.

Y/n's eyes fluttered closed, and she let out a tiny gasp. She brought her hands to her face, hiding her blushing little face as she began dripping down her legs. "Jerome -" she choked back a moan.

His hand slipped under her shirt and under her bra to squeeze her breast, “Shh, baby, don't make a sound,” he whispered, as he pinched her nipple as he continued to move inside her.

Her face scrunched up in pleasure. “Jerome… Please, I-” she choked back,

“You're so wet for me, aren't you?” he growled,

She whined and nodded

Jerome's fingers tightened around her nipple, and tugged it hard, making Y/n gasp. His hips moved faster now, his cock sliding in and out of her with a smooth, rhythmic motion. “Good girl,” he whispered, “You like it when I touch you like that, don't you?” Jerome's other hand slipped under her skirt, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing it gently.

Y/n clamped her hand over her mouth, struggling to bite back screaming. She began gently squirting down her legs as she tightened around him desperately.

“Yes, baby, yes,” he whispered, “You want it so ba,d don’t you,” He was trying to hold back, but it was no use. With a sudden burst of movement, he thrust himself deep inside her, his cock pulsing with pleasure as he came.

Y/n's eyes flew open, her face a picture of shock and surprise as she felt Jerome's orgasm. She tried to stifle a scream, but it was too late. A small, muffled cry escaped her lips as she felt Jerome's warm seed spill inside her.

Jerome's body went limp, his chest heaving, still buried deep inside Y/n. “Humm, I ’m sorry, baby, you just felt so good,” he growled, as he reached up and gently brushed a strand of hair out of her face.

Y/n whined softly her hand shamefully moving to her clit.

Jerome's eyes locked onto Y/n's hand and he bit his lip hard, “Make yourself cum, baby. I want to see you.” Jerome's fingers tightened around her breast once more, his thumb rubbing against her nipple as he watched Y/n's hand move faster and faster over her clit.

She shook her head, too humiliated to admit she couldn't stop her hand,

“Don't be ashamed,” he smirked, “You're beautiful when you cum, Y/n. I want to see you let go.”

She whined softly grabbing his hand and taking it back to her clit "please Jerome…" She whispered as quietly as she could so no one heard her, as she dripped his seed and her own needy juices down her legs.

He could feel the wetness of her juices and his own seed on her skin, as he softly rubbed her clit and slit. “Shh, baby,” he whispered, as he rubbed his fingers over her clit in slow, circular motions. “You're so dirty, Y/n. I love it when you're such a bad, bad girl like this.” Jerome's fingers moved faster and faster, rubbing against Y/n's sensitive flesh as he watched her body tense up. “Cum for me, baby,” he whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of his own ragged breathing.

Y/n's eyes flew open, her face a picture of ecstasy. Her eyes rolled back, jaw slack, her head thrown back, a choked animalist moan leaving her lips, she clenched tight around his cock and squirted enough to leave a puddle on the floor.

As she came down from her orgasm, Jerome pulled his hand away from her clit and gently licked his fingers clean. A sly smile spread across his face. “You see. This is why I’m the best partner on trips,” he cooed, kissing her cheek.

“Umm… mhm.” she nodded barely able to form words, as she slowly moved up and off Jerome’s cock pulling her panties back up and slumping in her seat.

Jerome chuckled, pulling his pants up and wrapping his arm around Y/n, bringing her close to rest her head on his shoulder and kiss her forehead. “Love you,”

“Love you too.” She cooed, “How much longer till we get there?”

“Another couple of hours,” he said, “So? Cuddles or… You wanna do something else?” He growled,

“Else,” she nodded excitedly,