The Strongest

(Red Keep)

"Mother! Uncle Jaime" Joanna shouted as she ran towards Cersei, it had been a number of months since they had seen each other and while Joanna did not like Kings Landing she still loved her mother a great deal. She wrapped her arms around her and Cersei did the same, it was one of the only times that Jon had seen her genuinely smile though he was lucky enough to get one once. Joanna then detached herself from her mother and hugged her uncle who gladly reciprocated the gesture "You seem to be growing bigger every day, you might even be taller than the Mountain one day" he said with amusement as he picked her up "Why would I want to be like the mountain, he's stupid" she said with confusion making Jaime laugh.

"Cersei... it's good to see you" Jon said with slight hesitation, while he did care for Cersei a small amount it did not rival the powerful obsession she seemed to have with him. Even after all the time they spent apart the way she looked at him was the same, she licked her lips and rubbed her thighs together, he could even slightly see her nipples poking through her dress. It made him feel a mixture of uneasy and extremely horny, but thankfully he decided he wouldn't be sleeping in the Red Keep this time so he didn't have to worry about any nighttime visits from her. He had gotten lucky last time that his seed did not take route, but he doubted that luck would last forever and with how long it had been since he lay with a woman since the journey by boat, he would most likely fill her to the brim.

"Jon, I am happy you have arrived, please join me we have much to discuss" She said with a smile as she approached him and took him by the arm towards her chambers 'She doesn't waste any time' Jon thought to himself with slight amusement. He allowed himself to be led towards her chambers and was then quickly ushered inside by her.

Jon was immediately assaulted as Cersei pressed herself against Jon her tongue entering his mouth as she kissed him. Cersei was one of the most beautiful women in Westeros and while Jon didn't want to have sex with her he also wasn't a sword swallower and he held no hate for her so it was difficult to put up any resistance against her. Luckily for Jon he did not need to as Cersei detached her mouth from his own and just placed her head upon his chest "Please hold me" she asked quietly, and so Jon did just that and wrapped his arms around the woman before him.

Cersei then huffed and let go of Jon before walking to her table and pouring herself a glass of wine "I do apologise for setting myself upon you like that but court life is a never-ending pit of snakes and sycophants... it can all get a bit much at times" she said as she drunk deeply from her cup.

Jon chuckled as he took a seat at the table "I can imagine, one regret I'll never have is pursuing my claim for the throne, I can't imagine anything worse than having to spend every day watching perfumed mummers try and suck everything away from you" he said as he took a cup that Cersei offered.

Cersei frowned "It is not only that, there have been rumours of my children... rumours of their legitimacy" she said as she clutched her fingers tightly around her cup.

"I believe Stannis is responsible, his disappearance and refusal to appear at court is near proof of his guilt" she commented.

Jon put his cup down "Let us speak plainly, three of your children were gathered by Jaime while your last child is mine" he stated, while most would fear being executed by the Queen mother for saying such words, Jon had no such fear. Cersei did not say anything for a while and just looked at Jon with narrowed eyes, though eventually, she sighed "Yes" she simply said.

"Your problem is Joffery, if he was a better King then most people would ignore such accusations" Jon commented.

It pained Cersei to hear such words about her firstborn but deep down she knew Jon was right "He has what it takes to be better, I know he does, he spent so much time trying to impress a father who simply dismissed him"

"Joanna says he is childish and arrogant, you are his regent and you struggle to curb his actions now, it will only get much worse once he is truly crowned," Jon said bluntly.

"And what do you suppose I should do! Who should teach him how to be a King, we are beset on all sides by false smiles and those who wish my family to crumble and fall" Cersei shouted as she threw her cup to the wall, she fell into the chair next to them and rubbed her temples.

"Perhaps send him to foster with your father, I imagine Tywin could make a man out of him" Jon suggested.

"I don't trust my father to do such a thing without benefiting himself in some way, Joffrey is young and suggestible and father will take advantage of that" Cersei immediately stated without even thinking.

Jon shrugged his shoulders "Well I'm afraid I have no more suggestions, I can't say I have many friends at court" he said with a snicker.

He then leaned back in his chair and relaxed "But please do find some solution as I don't want to deal with perfumed Lords trying to raise their banners for me"

Cersei hummed and looked intently at Jon "Jon... I trust you a great deal, and while I know you do not love me as I love you, there is no one I would trust more with my children than you"

Jon frowned as he looked at Cersei "No, I won't do it" he said immediately.

Cersei smirked "You did not even hear my request" she said as she got up and stalked over to him.

Jon laughed "You want me to teach Joffrey the proper qualities of a King, but as I said Cersei I will not do so"

Cersei sat down on Jon's lap putting her arm around his shoulder "Oh? I'm sure we can come to some sort of arrangement" she said as she placed kisses down his face.

Jon shook his head "I'm afraid not, I have plans and shall be leaving Kings Landing soon for an expedition" he explained.

"One of your artefact hunts I imagine?" Cersei asked, her breath tickling his face as she traced circles on his chest.

"Then he can accompany you, I trust you to keep him safe and I'm sure he can learn quite a lot from someone like you" Cersei suggested.

Jon shook his head "I won't do it, I don't need a child accompanying me and getting in the way"

Cersei pulled away and looked at him with a raised eyebrow "Did Joanna not accompany you on your previous journey?"

Jon cursed "Joanna doesn't annoy me,  I imagine Joffery won't share the same trait.

"And what if I fund your expedition, weapons, armour, horses, all of it shall be covered by the crown" she offered, this gave Jon pause as he considered her offer.

Cersei could see that Jon was tempted so she decided to seal the deal "And 200,000 Gold Dragons"

Jon groaned "Fine I shall take him, but only for as long as I am away, I will return him as soon as I come back" Cersei hummed in approval as she started to kiss down his face and neck, she then slid off of his lap and kneeled in front of him. Before Jon could protest she fished his cock out of his breeches and engulfed it in her mouth. Jon hissed with pleasure as she took him deeply, she gagged on him as her nose touched his pubic hair.

She hummed making her throat vibrate as she bobbed her head down on his cock, Jon entwined his hands in her golden locks and forced her down more. With her other hand, she began to stroke his balls, they were big and filled with the seed that had not been spilt for going on a fortnight.

Between Cersei gagging on his cock and stroking his balls with her other hand he found himself reaching his limits. Jon began to spill his seed down her throat, his orgasm lasted almost a minute as he shot rope after rope into her stomach. Eventually, Jon finished but his cock remained stiff, Cersei slowly removed her mouth from his cock but not before licking it clean. She stood up letting her dress pool to the floor in front of Jon her naked body on display.

"Come Jon..." she said softly as she pulled him by the hand and led him to her bed.

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"WHAT! Are you afflicted by some sort of madness? How could you agree to take that Lannister boy with us!" Obara shouted as she slammed her cup on the table.

Jon leaned over and covered her mouth "Tell everyone why don't you! I'm sure they're all good at keeping secrets" he whispered loudly. Obara scowled and pushed Jon's hand out of the way. It hadn't been an hour before Jon had returned to his Inn before Obara started complaining once again, though, in fairness to her, he could see why she was upset.

Samaya took a leg of chicken from her plate and bit into it "I do not see the issue, train the boy to be a man, if he fails we tell him he will be gelded" she said with a shrug.

Obara raised her eyebrows suddenly having a change of heart "I am agreeable to this, if he fails we geld him" she said as she nodded her head.

Jon pinched the bridge of his nose "We are not gelding the king, we will train him as best we can and toss him back here when we are done" he said making it clear to the both of them.

"And what of our current quest, the addition of the boy will make it more complicated no?" Samaya asked.

Jon sighed as he shrugged his shoulders "I hope that Lorassyon will not give us much trouble, though one can never predict these things, but between the three of us I don't imagine we'll have much trouble" Jon said optimistically, though considering what he'd been through the past few years he scarcely believed his own words.

Samaya grins fiercely as she raises her mug "Indeed! We are the finest warriors on this backwards continent!"

Jon smirked "Not how I'd phrase it but right nonetheless! Now let us enjoy this night!" He cheered as he smacked his mug against Samaya's and they both drank deeply, Obara still sat there quietly but there was a small grin that had managed to make its way onto her face.

The tavern buzzed with life, Jon and Samaya had found their place among the patrons, and as the night wore on, the pair threw themselves wholeheartedly into the revelry. Tankards of ale passed between them, and their laughter echoed through the warm, cosy Inn.

Dice games were the first diversion of the night, and as Jon and Samaya rolled the dice, their faces lit up with excitement. Winning after winning, they couldn't help but cheer as they counted their winnings. "Fortune favours the bold!" Jon declared, his words punctuated with claps on Samaya's back.

Soon, a boisterous singing contest ignited within the tavern. Samaya, her voice clear and melodious, led the charge with a Ballad from Hyrkoon, and Jon eagerly joined in, though he had no idea what the words were. The tavern's patrons, ale-fueled and merry, eventually harmonized with the pair, creating a chorus that could be heard echoing down the streets of Duskendale.

Their singing raised spirits, and before long, the mugs clinked once more as the drinking games began. Jon, his cheeks flushed with the evening's indulgence, faced off against a raucous local named Benfred. The two locked eyes, and in a clash of mugs, they began to gulp down their ale, a crowd forming around them to witness the spectacle.

Laughter and cheers erupted from the gathered patrons as Jon emerged victorious, his arm raised high as a prizefighter, while Benfred slumped with a grin and a hearty clap on the back.

Amidst the games, they found themselves dancing with newfound friends, twirling and stomping with an unquenchable zeal. Samaya, with a deft twist and a merry twirl, led Jon and a group of tavern-goers in a spirited dance. They became a whirlwind of motion, their laughter and footfalls echoing in time with the lively Dornish tune.

As the night deepened, a jovial brawl of mock sword fights broke out, with Jon wielding a wooden bench leg as if it were a greatsword. He laughed heartily as he battled the "enemies," while Samaya, armed with a broomstick, fought back. The patrons roared with approval at their playfulness, raising their mugs to the pair's spirited antics.

Jon, emboldened by the brew and the cheers of his newfound friends, felt the irresistible urge to prove his strength. An arm-wrestling contest emerged with his night's winnings on the line. He squared off against patrons one by one, his muscles bulging with determination. He declared with each new contender that he was "the strongest man in the world!" And, for a time, it seemed that way, as Jon's powerful arm prevailed against all who dared to test their strength against him. The crowd erupted into wild cheers and laughter.

However, in the throes of his third victorious match, Jon's overconfident swagger took a misstep. In his celebration, he leaned back too far in his chair and tumbled to the ground. The uproar of laughter that followed was thunderous, as Samaya and the other patrons couldn't contain their amusement, even Obara who had kept to herself most of the night burst out into laughter.

Jon lay there for a moment, sprawled on the tavern floor, and then joined in the mirth himself, the hearty sound of his laughter reverberating through the establishment. He managed to stumble up "I am the strong-" he bumped into a table as he did spilling the contents of Samaya's drink making her howl in laughter.

But then, just as Jon was declaring his title as the strongest man in the world, a sudden, thunderous thump reverberated through the tavern. All eyes turned towards the source of the disturbance, where a colossal figure had appeared. Standing nearly half a foot taller and twice as wide as Jon, this man was a behemoth in every sense. He possessed a formidable presence, his jaw was chiselled like a mountain, and his stormy blue eyes were piercing and intense. With a shaved head and arms that seemed to be carved from solid rock, he exuded an air of raw strength.

Amidst the hushed anticipation of the onlookers, the hulking figure made his way to the centre of the tavern, pulling a creaking wooden chair into place, directly across from Jon. The wood groaned under the strain of accommodating such a massive guest, setting the stage for a showdown that would test Jon's strength and, perhaps, redefine his self-proclaimed title. The newcomers only said two words with a thundering voice that echoed throughout the tavern and perhaps even out into the streets.

"I'm next!"

The man sat down on the wooden seat opposite Jon with a thump, the wood creaked under the protest of the heavy weight however it managed to hold.  The crowd collectively held its breath, waiting to see how Jon would respond to this new opponent. As Jon sized up his opponent, he couldn't help but grin, his drunken bravado still running strong "Are you sure about this my friend? A big man like you I wouldn't want to make you cry" he mocked with a laugh that the patrons echoed.

The man looked at him with a scowl "You talk a lot of such a small man" he growled out as he slammed his arm on the table awaiting Jon to do the same.

Jon leaned forward and clamped his massive hand around the stranger's, a burst of applause echoing through the tavern. The two men grunted and strained, muscles bulging with immense effort as they locked in their arm-wrestling duel. Jon couldn't help but gape in disbelief as he couldn't make the man budge, his strength had only grown since he had bonded to 'Winter Weaver' and yet the man before him held him back as if he were normal. His only solace was that he could see the man straining himself as well.

"You are just as strong as I was told" the man grunts out as their arms shake. Jon looked at the man and frowned as he felt his grip get together  "Who are you... how do you know me" Jon slurred out, still affected by the large amount of alcohol he'd consumed, he'd probably had a barrel to himself.

The man grinned maliciously "Me? I'm no one just another bastard, as for how I know you..." The man leaned forward squeezing Jon's hand even harder than he had before and in a deep booming voice he said.

"You killed my father..."

The colossal man's words struck a chord within Jon, he tightened his grip on the ongoing arm wrestle, his knuckles whitening with the effort. But it was the sudden surge of his opponent's strength that took him by surprise. With a powerful heave, the man hoisted Jon from his seat, sending him spinning through the air.

Jon's trajectory led him across the noisy tavern, and he crashed through the very wall and into the streets, sending wooden planks and debris scattering in all directions. The violent collision was met with a collective gasp from the tavern's patrons, soon replaced by a cacophony of chaos.

At that very moment, a rush of men came flooding into the tavern, and they flocked to the large man who now stood. As the tension in the room gave way to an all-out brawl, fists were thrown, chairs were toppled, swords were drawn, and the tavern descended into mayhem. Patrons clashed in the dimly lit, smoky room, furniture upturned and tankards thrown. Amidst the uproar, Samaya and the massive man squared off.

Samaya, her movements fueled by adrenaline and alcohol, threw wild, powerful punches at the towering adversary. The brute's immense strength allowed him to effortlessly deflect her blows, countering with bone-crushing hits. The room echoed with the sounds of splintering wood and shattering glass as Samaya was sent stumbling backwards, crashing into nearby tables and chairs.

Struggling to clear her drunken haze, Samaya pressed on. Each successive blow intensified her senses, sharpening her focus amidst the chaos. She wouldn't back down easily, and as she was hit in the face with a powerful blow she couldn't help the wild grin that formed on her face.

Obara fought a different battle, her years of combat experience allowing her to navigate the chaotic scene with ease. Swift and precise, her strikes incapacitated her opponents one by one. She grabbed a broom that Samaya had used previously and started to whack and disarm even more of her opponents with ease.

With every punch thrown, more patrons joined the fray, some taking sides, others driven by the thrill of the fight. In the midst of the tavern brawl, Samaya's movements took on a manic quality. Her eyes blazed with a wild, almost unhinged grin on her face as she unleashed a ferocious fury upon her colossal opponent.

Samaya lunged forward, delivering a relentless barrage of punches and kicks. Some landed with shocking force. Her kicks resounded like thunderclaps, and her punches felt like the blows of a sledgehammer.

With each bone-crushing strike she unleashed, Samaya absorbed equally powerful hits that would have left most men sprawled on the floor. Bruises and welts began to mar her skin, but she pressed on, the wild grin never leaving her face.

Her movements became even more frenetic. She performed a spectacular spinning kick, knocking the large man off balance. In retaliation, the towering brute delivered a colossal uppercut, enough to send a lesser fighter flying. Samaya staggered backwards, but the manic grin persisted.

Summoning every ounce of strength, she roared with a primal fury and lunged at him once more. With a daring dropkick, she finally sent the man crashing to the ground with a resounding thud. The large man, driven by a furious roar, launched into a berserker frenzy. He seemed to lose all sense of reason as he rained down punch after punch upon Samaya. Each brutal strike rattled her bones, sending shockwaves of pain through her body.

In the chaos of the fight, he suddenly launched a powerful forward kick that connected with her midsection. Samaya was sent hurtling across the tavern, crashing and skidding along the floor, her body feeling the full force of the impact.

She staggered to her feet, her world spinning, just in time to see the colossal figure charging straight at her. Bracing herself, Samaya attempted to resist the charge, but the force was overwhelming. The large man pushed her back relentlessly, and they crashed through the tavern's wall, tumbling into the kitchen area.

Amidst shattered brickwork and overturned countertops, the large man seized her by the throat with unrelenting strength. He slammed her through the brick oven and the kitchen counters, leaving destruction in their wake. Samaya felt the agony of each impact as her body was mercilessly tossed about by the overwhelming force of her opponent. Eventually, he flung her back into the main room of the tavern, leaving Samaya battered and bruised but still refusing to back down, as she stumbled back up "You are strong... but that is all you are" Samaya said with a fierce grin.

"Being strong is all a person needs" he boomed out, As he walked towards Samaya, though before he reached her something was thrown at his head. The large man turned to look at Jon, who was stumbling back into the fray through the hole he had created. With a bemused grin, Jon slurred, "I didn't realize we were finished yet," as he caught himself on a table, his drunken state still evident.

The massive man's booming laughter echoed through the tavern as he approached Jon. In a magnanimous tone, he declared, "You can barely stand, so I shall give you one free hit." He said as he held his arms outwards, welcoming Jon's blow.

Jon chuckled as he looked at the large man as he rolled his shoulders "Are you sure about this? I hope you won't regret this later" he said as he stood before the formidable giant, his entire body tense and coiled, as he drew his fist back. Every muscle in his body was primed for this one devastating blow. With a sudden release of force, he launched the punch at the large man.

The impact was cataclysmic. The blow landed square on the large man's jaw, and for a moment, his eyes nearly burst from their sockets. He coughed up blood as the sheer force of the punch coursed through him. With an explosive burst, the massive man was launched across the tavern, crashing through multiple walls as if he were a ragdoll thrown by a Storm. Jon couldn't help but grin, he loved using that move it never failed to awe him.

He then looked over to Samaya "Let's get out of here" he said with a grin she nodded her head grabbing their stuff from the ground. Jon called out to Obara, who was singlehandedly dismantling the remaining men with just a broom. "We're leaving," he declared, and she nodded in agreement. With a deft motion, Obara hurled the broom like a spear, sending it hurtling through the air to strike one unfortunate soul square in the head.

As they were leaving Samaya turned to Jon "What did you say to anger that man?" However, Jon just shrugged his shoulders "Apparently I killed his father, which could be true, I have killed a lot of people"

Obara tutted "We have not even begun our quest and you already bring us problems" Jon just smiled at her sheepishly though he didn't say anything in return, she was right after all.

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After spending the night on Jon's ship they were greeted by a sound so high-pitched and so annoying it awoke them all out of the deep slumber that the alcohol from the previous knight had placed them in. Jon immediately grabbed his axe intent on ending the life of whatever was making such a noise. As he left his cabin he saw Obara and Samaya similarly armed and both with a scowl on their face, as they all went on to the deck of their ship they were greeted by a large procession of guards, in the centre of which was Cersei, Joanna and Jaime. The screeching noise seemed to be filming from a tall handsome boy with curly golden hair. Jon cursed as he remembered what he had promised Cersei, Joanna immediately ran towards Jon who picked her up and hugged her.

Cersei gestured to the guards and four chests were placed on the deck of the ship "Your payment, I hope you remember our deal" she said as she looked at Jon warningly.

"Mother! I don't want to go! This ship is not fit for one such as myself! I won't do it I won't!!!!" He screeched and Jon felt himself getting an even worse headache.

"I haven't forgotten, I'll do what I can" Jon said with a sigh as he stood his axe against the mast. He looked at Joffery who had resorted to stomping his foot on the ground, but if he was honest that didn't surprise him, what did surprise him however was the fact that he hurt his foot doing so. He looked at the lad with an open mouth as he fell to the floor rubbing his foot and screaming for a maester.

'This was a mistake'

(AN: So the Arc is beginning properly, his one won't be as long like I've said before it's just a mini one maybe 4-5 more chapters idk, but yeah hopefully you enjoy what I do with the mazemakers and the different religions present on Lorath. Hope you enjoyed the chapter)

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