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Ronnet Connington SI

Here is the story of an SI in the shoes of a minor character well unknown in the books and completely unknown in the Ronnet Connington series, Jon Connington's nephew, let's see how this new Ronnet will overcome all the obstacles that will stand in his way.

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52 Chs

-Chapter 50-

-Chapter 50-

-POV MC-

-2 hours later-

Hand in hand, Cersei and I entered the throne room. She was dressed in a red and gold gown while I wore a red and silver doublet. I didn't know much about Westerosi fashion, but I could easily say that we were the most glamorous couple of the evening.

'A charismatic couple inspiring fear and respect in everyone's hearts.'

We walked through the banquet hall and sat at the head table presided over by the king and his fiancée, Margaery of House Tyrell.

Even though I was firmly opposed to an early marriage, as I didn't want Margaery to use her feminine charms to influence young Tommen with late-night favors.

This had rather annoyed the Tyrells, who were counting on Margaery's allure to give them the supreme power of Westeros. I had also posted 20 men to guard the king; I didn't trust the Kingsguard not to be bought by the Tyrells.

I had completely restructured the city guard, and now not a single gold cloak would dare to act without my permission. I had doubted my little brother for a long time, but after all these years of training and learning under my guidance, he proved he had the guts.

All his opponents were found the next day in the street with their throats slit, or they simply disappeared without a trace.

'I was surprised and a bit shocked by his cruelty, but not disgusted, because I expected all who followed me to be capable of spilling a minimum of blood. We were in too dangerous an adventure to veil our eyes with illusions about our reality.'

The goal I had in mind when giving him the task of Commander of the City Watch was that he could command 10,000 gold cloaks, 10,000 gold cloaks armed and trained according to the standards of my army, the most elite standards in Westeros, just behind those of the Unsullied.

I had replaced their ceremonial armor with simpler steel and leather armor, with the only decorative element being a small golden cloak.

Feeling a slight squeeze on my hand, I turned to Cersei, who was pouting like a little girl, which I found extremely cute.

I abandoned my previous thoughts and focused on her and the celebration in front of us.

I had organized this day largely for her, as I knew she had endured a lot of stress during this period. I wanted her to decompress and enjoy an evening away from all the kingdom's troubles.

I reassured her by squeezing her hand, then listened to Tommen's speech about peace, blah… blah… blah. He didn't talk for too long, but enough for me to hear Tommen declare that we had won the war, even though we had lost more than half of the kingdom and only four kingdoms were truly loyal: the Crownlands, Westerlands, Stormlands, and the Reach.

'And more out of interest than genuine loyalty,' I thought.

Officially, only the North and the Iron Islands had declared independence, but in reality, the lands of the Vale of Arryn would soon undergo a civil war that I had carefully planned, Dorne would soon find itself caught between a rock and a hard place, and the Riverlands… Oh, those Tullys would soon understand the true meaning of despair.

Once the speech was over, dozens and dozens of servants appeared with various platters: nuggets, pizza, hamburgers, tacos, spaghetti. I had recreated everything because, as I couldn't gain weight, I could eat whatever I wanted.

The dessert was just as delicious: molten chocolate cake, bavarois, rice tart, flan tart, frangipane, waffles, cupcakes… I had inundated these ignorant lords of Westeros with all the best junk food from the modern world.

Once satiated, it was time to dance, and let's just say I stayed seated, not to accompany my pregnant wife but simply because I had no idea how to dance.

But I decided to embarrass myself anyway once an almost half-naked Arianne Martell came over and asked me to dance with her.

Why? Simply because I wanted to get her into my bed.

What did Cersei think? That all Dornish women were whores, so I could use them as I pleased as long as I didn't fall in love with them.

I was really surprised by that; I didn't think she would actually agree.

I think it was mostly the pregnancy making her feel guilty for me because she knew how much I loved…

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-POV Arianne-

The dance with Ronnet Connington had started off well, but the further the song progressed, the more I felt his large hands rove over my body.

Usually, this wouldn't have bothered me if we were alone, but we were in front of the entire court, and I had to maintain the dignity of House Martell, no matter my mission or desires.

From afar, I could see my uncle fuming at the indecent behavior of the Lord Protector.

Despite everything, I couldn't help but throw a look of pride at Queen Lannister.

I had her man wrapped around my little finger, and she could do absolutely nothing about it. Just as I thought the music was about to end and we would part ways, Ronnet Connington whispered in my ear:

« Come to my chamber tonight. »

I looked at him, shocked, and he smiled before lightly squeezing my buttocks and going back to his wife, kissing her as if nothing had happened.

I stood there, stunned, for a few seconds, contemplating what I should do because even though my father had asked me to bring him over to our side, I didn't want him to think of me as his whore… but what other choice did we have?

Besides, it might be quite fun.

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-POV MC-

-The Next Morning-

I felt Arianne giving me a little treat in the morning, and I pressed her head down hard so she'd take it all in her mouth.

Once relieved, I lifted the sheet and turned her over so her back was against the bed.

« So, wanting more, snake princess? »

« I haven't admitted defeat yet, » she said with a defiant smile.

« No… you just passed out from pleasure yesterday, » I said with a sly smile.

Highlighting this, I saw her face turn red in a second, and before she could try to justify herself, I invaded her insides. For the umpteenth time, I completely let go with the sole purpose of satisfying all my desires.

I smiled, feeling her nails trying to pierce my skin and scratch me as she completely succumbed to pleasure. I kissed her neck while going faster, letting nature take its course.

The obscene noises and Arianne's moans could be heard even outside my room, but I didn't care.

In fact, to be completely honest, I rather liked the idea of the entire kingdom knowing I had subdued the Princess Heiress of Dorne, and my ego appreciated it too.

After finishing our morning exercise session, she collapsed on my chest, and I knew that if she wasn't already pregnant with my bastard, it wouldn't be long. Whatever she tried to do to terminate a pregnancy wouldn't work; moon tea wouldn't save her from the fate of carrying my child.

I kissed her soft lips, then slapped her buttocks before dressing and leaving, leaving her lethargic on the bed, unable to leave my chambers.

'I had a kitten to reassure.'

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