Rogar Arryn

A/N:

This is de-canonized and no longer part of the official story, this is merely here as recognition of a past work I was unsatisfied with and is giving you permission to view it despite my rewrite decision any way.

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Long before Jon Arryn married that mental patient that was Lysa Tully and begot that sickly and frail tumor that was Robin Arryn, His first wife, the Lady Jeyne Royce, begot him Two sons and a daughter; Rogar, the eldest boy, Osric, the second boy and middle Child, and Ashara Arryn, the youngest daughter.

The siblings were inseparable growing up, The Twins, Rogar and Osric adored little Ashara. who was born a year after them. But then of course siblings do inevitably drift apart at some point. Rogar was fostered out of the Vale at the Lannister Seat of Casterly Rock. Osric without his brother and sent away for fostering himself was sent to be fostered at Sunspear by the Ruling Princess. But Osric's Ship sunk, and the young Arryn drowned.

Rogar consequently resented his father, holding him accountable for Osric's Death. The Young Ashara was left alone, but didn't allow her brother's death to pain her. Ashara slowly took up the process of learning to run the Vale, intent on helping her Eldest and only surviving Brother and her eventual husband when The time came.

Rogar's time at the Rock left a lasting impression on him, and he grew fond of Lady Cersei, promising to make her his Lady of the Eyrie one day. A childish promise, but one that had seen him rewarded with a less than chaste kiss from the lovely Cersei, who was emotionally vulnerable.

Let us find out what kind of a man Rogar Arryn is today.....

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Those fucking bells....that was what had been running through Rogar's mind for the last five and a half hours as he stood vigil over his Father's body.

His Men had intercepted His Mad Stepmother before she could leave, and he was ignoring her as he and Robin looked at their Father.

''There was a time I hated him. Oddly enough as time went on I learned how silly that grudge was. I swear to you Robin, we will find who did this to our father and have them hanged over the moon door.'' Rogar vowed.

''I miss him.'' Robin sniffled.

''Aye, so do I little brother. Now then, as for you.'' Says Rogar looking at his stepmother in contempt.

''My father dies and you don't seem to broken up over it, that combined with the fact you were ready to fuck off back to the Eyrie before the Silent Sisters even declared him dead, leads me to consider you a suspect. Therefore until my investigation has been concluded you shall remain under constant guard and Robin will stay near me and no way near you.'' Says Rogar.

''No! You can't! You have no right!'' Lysa screeches before being backhanded by Rogar.

''Do not presume to tell me what to do!'' Rogar says Hotly. ''I am the Lord of The Eyrie, Defender of the Vale, Warden of the East, and The King's Master of Laws. I am your Lord, and you will learn to respect me whether you want to or not, or else I will see you back to Riverrun.'' Rogar growls out, not in the mood to deal with the woman's madness.

Rogar wouldn't put up with the Words that bordered on treason coming from Lysa's. He'd resented her more than he evee had his father.

''I Rogar Arryn, Defender of the Vale, Lord of The Eyrie, Warden of the East, and Master of Laws to King Robert of the House Baratheon, do henceforth strip Lysa Arryn of all authority and leadership. She cannot rule in any way, shape or form, she has no so in the rulings of House Arryn, anyone who allows her to this and aids in it shall be found guilty of treason.'' Rogar commands, and the color drains from Lysa as she realizes she has no authority at all. ''Get her out of here.'' Rogar says, turning his back on her.

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Rogar Arryn sat in his fathers private rooms in the Tower of the Hand, he was going through his father's personal effects when Queen Cersei, the woman he once upon a time loved entered.

''My Queen.'' Rogar stood up bowinf his head and quickly got to one knee.

''Rise, Lord Rogar, I've told you many times, you need not bend you knees to me.'' Says Cersei sweetly.

''Maybe so, but I made you two promises long ago, one of which was to always provide you with the respect you deserved.'' Rogar replied politely.

''How are you really? I know it can't have been easy for you.'' Says Cersei.

''Honestly? He was old and the old inevitably perish, but he was strong as Ox and healthier than a man in his prime. I don't like the possibility it was poison, but the fact he had so few enemies makes it an increasingly unlikely possibility.'' Says Rogar, but his eyes are soon drawn to the bruise on her cheek.

''Did he do this? Did Robert do this?'' Rogar demands.

Cersei shuffles uncomfortably, and Rogar takes that as her answer.

''I'll Kill him.'' Rogar mutters and Cersei quickly grabs him and pressed her body into his.

''No, please, it won't change anything.'' Cersei says remembering the shouting match Rogar and Robert had gotten into the last time Rogar found out about the beatings. Robert hit her not long after that, still drunk on rage from fighting with Rogar over it.

''He can't keep doing this. I can't let it stand.'' Rogar continues to try and go confront Robert, and Cersei, with surprising force pushes him against his father's desk and kisses him.

''We can't...This is....Treason.'' Rogar slurs between kisses, his resistance slowly melting away as Cersei begins to seduce him.

''I want to feel safe, just for an hour. Please don't leave me.'' Cersei begs.

''Never.'' Says Rogar as he and Cersei begin undressing each other fully intent on ravishing the other.

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Outside the door, a ten year old Myrcella Baratheon watches with rapt attention as her mother and Lord Rogar sexually devour each other. The Young Princess idly envisions herself in her mother's place, feeling the Warmth provided by Lord Arryn.

As Lord Rogar ploughs her mother he notices the Young Princess peeping, and locks eyes with her. Myrcella feels heat rush to her flat chest, before shooting down to between her thighs.

Even though Lord Rogar is ploughing mother, Myrcella imagines it is her instead. Myrcella having had a crush on the handsome Falcon Lord for a few years now.

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Rogar never looked away from The Princess, even as he fucked her Mother. He did not know why he couldn't look away from the girl. Something prevented him.

Cersei scratched and clawed at his back, biting his shoulder to muffle he screams of pleasure. His back bleed from her actions but he continued on, until he spurted his seed deep inside the Queen.

''I should have married you.'' Cersei whispers Breathlessly in Rogar's ear.

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Cersei had never felt such pleasure before. Lord Rogar was bigger and thicker than Robert AND Jaime, and he was gentle with her, despite his desperate want to roughly plough her. In the End, Cersei was able to get the Falcon Lord to bear his Talons.

And it was divine. His back slick with blood, his shoulder a bleeding mess, and Cersei's womanhood flooded with Falcon Juice.

There was something that was telling Cersei that this was meant to be, that she'd live to regret it if she drank Moon Tea after he entered her.

Even if Robert found out, it was comforting to know that Rogar would always try to protect her from Robert's abuse.

And the thigh benefit was certainly rewarding...

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Shame and Pride, those two emotions poured throughout Rogar's body and soul, shame for betraying Robert, his King, his friend. And pride for Cersei wanting HIM inside her over Robert.

He also knew he'd have to deal with Princess Myrcella, let her now that it wouldn't end well for anybody if she talked about what she saw.

Rogar also knew that after being inside Cersei, he would unlikely be unable to decline the opportunity to do so again. She had that effect on him.....Damn Rogar needed to bathe, lest someone smell the Queen so thoroughly on him he looses his head...