Chapter 57: Robert's Rebellion: The Deer and the Lioness

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- Percival Bolton POV -

- Kingsgrave - Dorne - Westeros - 283 A.D -

"The second thing... Finish off the last Targaryen man" I said with a smile, and his eyes widened with fear as he shielded his stomach with his hands.

"Please... He's just a bastard. Kill me, but after you have him please..." she said with tears running down her face.

"Why should I? After all, that time we danced you were pretty rude."

"I..."

"Besides, you don't have to lie to me. You think I don't know about your marriage to Rhaegar?" I said, and she just had absolute terror in her eyes.

"Y-you... How do you know that?! No... It's impossible... You can't know that!"

"Mmmmmm... You're actually quite pretty. Maybe there was another way to start a rebellion than your love with Rhaegar.... I would have had you for myself. But this was the easiest way" I commented with a thoughtful face.

"Did you know this?! that it was love and that he hadn't raped me?" said Lyanna, and I could only let out a sigh.

"I could say a lot of mumbo jumbo, and extend this unnecessarily, but there is no need for that. Just know that since we met at Elia's royal wedding, your life was predestined to my benefits" I told her, and took a dagger with which I stabbed Lyanna's pregnant stomach.

"Ahggg!" cried the she-wolf in pain as tears with absolute sadness escaped her eyes.

"Burn all the bodies and the tower. I don't want records that I was here. But only use fire, don't use the black powder" I told my men as I left the tower.

- Kingslanding - Crownlands - Westeros - 284 A.D. -

"Are you sure it works? I don't want to get their swarms" Cersei asked me as she rested beside me on a bed. She was stark naked, and a white liquid was leaking from her lower lips.

"I'm sure. Next week will be your wedding, and all you have to do is make him smell that for a moment and he'll start fucking like a bull with nothing. You don't have to get dirty for him," I said to the beautiful leone beside me.

"Still... I would have preferred to marry someone else."

"Who? Me?" I asked with narrowed eyes.

"I suppose so. You're perfect in my eyes" she told me with a dreamy expression.

"That's not a compliment" I told him. To which she looked at me quizzically. "To be perfect" I clarified.

"Why?" she asked with a frown.

"First of all, perfection is something of perspective. Something perfect to some is imperfect to others, and vice versa. But the important thing is that, in reaching perfection, there is nothing else to reach for. So to say perfect to someone who hasn't met all their goals or objectives is an insult rather than a compliment," I told her, and his eyes widened with a bit of surprise.

"I understand" she said after a sigh and resting his head on my chest with a smile. Though I noticed she was still mulling over my words.

"Mmmmm..." I mumbled thoughtfully after about 10 minutes of pleasant silence.

"What is it?"

"I was just thinking, I hope our kids have your eyes. Otherwise... It would be complex," I said, and she nodded the same way. But now I was getting up.

Stannis Baratheon had survived, but he had lost his sanity. That's what it takes to eat your subordinates to survive. So he was in a state of recovery and rest.

This caused quite a few things to change. Jon Arryn became Hand of the King after Robert's coronation. Pycelle continued as Grand Maester. Kevan Lannister, Tywin's brother, took over as Master of Coin. Barristan Selmy as Lord Commander of Kingsguard, and Mina Tyrell remained as Master of Whisperers since there was no one capable of taking the position.

Master of Laws and Master of Ships had no one. Although it is rumored that the position of Master of Ships, Stannis will assume it if he manages to recover, but as that is unlikely, who would assume the position should be Lord Wyman Manderly of House Manderly of The North. Who is also Lord of White Harbor.

- Robert Baratheon POV -

Although I didn't want to, Jon had managed to convince me to marry Cersei Lannister. She can never replace my Lyanna, but I suppose it's necessary to keep the old Lannister from getting silly ideas about supporting Viserys Targaryen who is still at Dragonstone.

The wedding was quick, and I really didn't care much about it. I just wanted to get it over with, fuck the blonde and go drinking with Ned and a whore or two.

There were rumors that a few years ago Percival Bolton had fucked the girl. But the truth is I'm not one of those faggots who cares about a girl's virginity. As long as he doesn't fuck someone else, I can keep my face like a king.

Am I a hypocrite? Most likely yes. I'm going to cheat on her many times probably. But like I said, I'm a fucking hypocrite, and I don't really care.

There was something that still had me tense, though. That was the dragon spawn hiding in Dragonstone, and Elia Martell with her daughter Rhaenys. That bastard's daughter.

Tywin Lannister had slaughtered all the rest of the Targaryens in the castle. Although some of them died by fire. Since the damned madman Aerys burned part of the Red Keep before being killed by Jaime Lannister. The Kingslayer.

But the thing is the men he sent for Elia Martell and company didn't find her. Which means she escaped and is probably holed up in Dorne. We tried to move our armies, but Jon told me it wasn't a good idea to continue the war. He doesn't understand the threat posed by those vermin.

On the other side was the queen with her son Viserys, who was the biggest threat to my throne, and someone I wanted to kill with my own hands.

It is true that Dragonstone no longer belonged to the crown. It was that guy Bolton's. So he should spend his resources to get it back. But I told him that I would get Dragonstone back for him to give it to him for his "great service". But that was bullshit. It would just be too dangerous for him to keep those Targaryen and take them to Essos.

Although we were surprised when he readily accepted. So he had no interest in the Targaryens and our resources were in vain. But Jon kept insisting that we had to make sure... So I could only nod silently. He's a stubborn old man.

I wanted to assign my brother Stannis, but the guy had been unhinged after the Tyrell siege. So we asked the Manderlys to siege Dragonstone, as well as the Redwynes as an apology for the Tyrell siege of my brother. Though it was also a bit to keep that brown-haired broad's seat on the Small Council. The guys who go to those boring meetings.

I still miss Lyanna. We would have been so happy... They said they found her body burned, but I refuse to believe it. She's alive, and when I find her, I'll part with this blonde and we can live as a family.