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The Mad Lion and the Wolf Bitch	By : ArizonaIceT Category: G through L > Game of Thrones Views: 47466 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Arya didn’t sleep a wink that night.

She found herself in an untenable position. The two men in her life that meant the most to her - her father and Joffrey- were seemingly at odds with each other, for reasons she didn’t even fully understand,

Worst yet, she had no idea what either of them were planning.

Joffrey had sent her to her room after she went to him. She had expected him to want her to stay, and maybe he did, but whatever he had going on in his mind, apparently needed her father to think that she was completely ignorant to all the going ons in the castle.

And her father…

He was a man who always tried to put on a brave face, to make it seem like he was in control of everything. But she had always been very observant, and she could see that he hadn’t been troubled like this in a long time. He hadn’t come and see her that night, obviously preparing for whatever he was going to do.

Arya absolutely hated not knowing. She was anxious, she was jittery. She didn’t want anyone to get hurt.

Suddenly there was a knock at her door. It was still very early.

“Who’s there?” She calls out.
The door opens and in walks the Hound/ He looks at her with her signature passive face.

“It’s time girl.”

Arya gulped, and nodded her head. She noticed something under The Hounds arm. Fabric.

“What’s that” She asks.

“Oh this?” He says, indicating to the fabric under his arm. “Just a request from the king.”
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Robert was dead.

He hung on for longer than expected, making it through the night, but in the end death always collects. Joffrey felt a pang of sadness for the only father he had known, but he was pushing forward with his plan. He would be king by the fortnight, damned what Ned Stark or Renly Baratheon had to say about it. Honestly he would just order both of them to be arrested, but he knew that would upset Arya. He couldn’t very well just execute Ned Stark.

No, he had to play this smart.

Joffrey and his mother were in the throne room, preparing. Joffrey had already began referring to himself as king, taking the crown and the seat of the throne. No time like the present. Despite his cool veneer, Joffrey was a bundle of nerves. He knew that Ned Stark was a smart man, his obsession with “honor” notwithstanding. He was a popular man in the North and with many families. Not like his grandfather’s relationships, based on deals and mutual need. No, Ned Stark was a well liked man.

Action and reaction

Anything he did to him, could have some massive blowback. Joffrey had been king for all of an hour, and already he was burdened with these political strifes.

When Arya was led into the throne room by The Hound, Joffrey allowed himself to relax, and give a smile. His smile grew even larger when he realized that she was in his gift.

A dress, southern style. Red with, with golden accents. The colors of House Lannister.
Also a necklace. A choker. A red band, with a gold pendant.

Almost like a collar

Joffrey thought she looked absolutely stunning.

Arya approached the throne, and Joffrey stood to meet her.

“Arya.” He said breathlessly. “You look amazing.”

Arya blushed under his praise.

“The dress is a bit tight.” She mumbles. Joffrey just smiles at her. His mother clears her throat behind them.

“I think it’s time we called Ned Stark to court.” She says, glaring at Arya while addressing Joffrey. Arya levels a glare back at the queen mother, before turning to Joffrey.

“Joffrey please do-“

“I won’t hurt you father unless he makes me” He interrupts firmly. Arya frowns, and looks away. Joffrey grabs her chin and makes her look at him. “I’ll give him a chance. A chance to bend the knee, and serve the realm like he served my father. It will be his choice. He can join me, or oppose me. It’s up to him.”

Arya still looked worried but remained silent. It was the best offer her father was going to get, she supposed. Her father wasn’t a dumb man. He was probably one of the smartest men in the realm tactically, but his ideas of honor were blinders for him.
Hopefully he could remove them.
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Joffrey called for Ned immediately after Arya arrived. To his credit, Lord Stark was formal enough not to keep the king waiting. He hobbled into the throne room with what remained of his personal guards. He was in a precarious position, but Stark was not a man to let that stop him.

As he walked in, his eyes landed on Arya. His face flashed between confusion, worry, and then indignation. He turned and addressed the king.

“Arya….your grace, what is this?” He questions. Arya gives him a sympathetic look, but says nothing.

“This is me taking oaths of fealty. I wish to be crowned within the fortnight.” He says addressing Ned. He then turned to look at Arya. “As for her. She’s insurance.”

Arya looked at him, confused by him describing her as insurance. The look in his eyes silently assured ‘Trust me’, so she remained silent.

“You threaten my daughter?” Ned asks, face turning hard. Arya hoped he didn’t try anything. He was still in no condition to fight, having to be aided into the room.

“No, Ned Stark. I do not wish to fight.” Joffrey stood from the throne, and began descending the stairs towards Ned and his guards . His mother made a noise of protest, but he ignored her. “I know my father named protector of the realm.” He says as he steps forward. Ned seems shocked by his admission. “I also know you sent a letter to Stannis Baratheon, disputing my birthright. Don’t worry. We have already taken the measures to intercept your rider.”

The tension in the room was palpable. Even then usually stoic Littlefinger and Varys were showing signs of concern. Joffrey was now only mere feet from Ned when he stopped, staring at the man.

“I also know Renly Baratheon wanted you to take me into custody. Why didn’t you?”
Ned seemed shocked by the question. He stared at the young king for a few seconds before answering

“It would’ve disrespected your father’s memory.”

Joffrey snorted.

“Ned Stark, you are an honorable man. Honorable and stupid. You should’ve taken him up on his offer. Your attempt to communicate with Stannis alone is enough to have you arrested for treason.” Joffrey explains. Arya holds her breath. She still had no idea what Joffrey might do.

“But I’m not going to do that.”

Joffrey then went silent, as if thinking on his next words. Arya noted he was showing a great deal of restraint.

“I’m not going to do that, because of your daughter….Arya.”

There it was. Finally out in the open. Arya felt as if a burden had been lifted off of her shoulders. She also felt a little light-headed. Her father stared at him, then at her, then at him again. His face wasn’t angry. It almost looked remorseful. Reminiscent.

“Arya..” Her father finally says. “Is this true?”

Arya swallows and nods her head. “Yes father, it is.” She says sincerely.

Ned looks back at Joffrey, who’s face relaxed a bit.

“I don’t know what doubts you have about my lineage, but I am the king. I am king Joffrey Baratheon, and I intend to remain as such, with your daughter at my side.”

Slowly Joffrey reaches out his hand.

“This can go two ways. You can take my hand, and bend the knee. I will forgive any transgressions you may have committed, under the FALSE information that you have been given. You can stay here, as my new Master of Laws, the position my uncle Renly was kind enough to leave open when he tucked tail and ran. You can remain here with your family. With your daughter, who WILL be my queen. Or, you can do something very very stupid. The choice is yours.” He says in ultimatum.

“There’s no reason our houses can’t still be united.”

The room went silent once more, no one uttering a sound. Arya looked at her father, hoping, wishing, that he’ll make the right choice. For himself. For her. Ned stared at Joffrey’s hand, face pained with indecision. He takes a final look at Arya, whose eyes are pleading. Finally, he makes his decision.

He grasps the King’s hand, and shakily, drops down to one knee.

Joffrey let out a sigh of relief

Arya let out a sigh of relief.

The collective room let out a sigh of relief.

Joffrey helped Ned back up to his feet.

He takes a look back at Arya, who hadn’t noticed light tears began running down her face.
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There was much to prepare, so Joffrey sent Ned, and Arya out of the court. The pair walked in complete silence. Eventually, they reached Ned’s quarters. Immediately he sat down heavily in the chair, physically and mentally exhausted. Arya stood there, and fidgeted, as her father breathed deeply.

“So….I supposed you’d like to know-”

“Did he force himself on you?” He asks suddenly. Arya is completely caught off guard by the question.

“No!” She answers feverishly. In her head, she thought that might not have been strictly true. Some of the things Joffrey did to her, least early on, skirted the lines of ravishment. Hell even now, most of their sex was her being pinned down as Joffrey used her. But she loved every second of it. Though those weren’t the kind of details you share with your father.

Ned stared at her, looking for any trepidation. Any reason to march back into that throne room and run Joffrey through.

“I-I think I love him.” Arya says quietly.

There it was, the word they had both been avoiding. Couldn’t run from it anymore.

Her father’s eyes went wide. Arya held his gaze, trying to soothe the doubt from his mind.

Slowly, Ned stood up. Arya thought he would try and leave and do something he might regret.

Then he pulled her into a tight hug.

“Ok.” He says softly

“Ok?” Arya repeats.

“Ok.”
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I-I think I love him

The words bounced around in Ned's head as his daughter spoke.

He wanted to be angry. He wanted to feel some sense of duty as a father, to reject the man who he assumed dishonored his daughter. He wanted to feel this way.

But he didn’t

What he felt was regret.

The Tower of Joy. That’s where he found them

His sister Lyanne, and Rhaegar Targaryen.

It was a secret he’s held all these years. The fact that his sister eloped, and willingly married Rhaegar. They were in love. Most of the nation assumed that she was taken by the mad Targaryen in the heat of lust. That he ravished and killed her. That’s what his brother believed. That’s what Robert believed. Truth was, she died giving birth. Willing carrying the son of the dynasty he and Robert extinguished.

Ned always regretted never knowing his sister’s true feelings, what she really wanted, until she was bleeding to death in front of him. Ned always thought he was an observant man. Always prided himself on seeing things others couldn’t, yet he was completely blind when it came to the sister he loved dearly.

And dow, decades later, he was yet again blind, this time with his youngest daughter.

Admittedly, due to his work as hand of the king, and learning about Joffrey’s true lineage, he had been neglecting his daughters. Maybe he would have seen this, if he had spent more time with them. He had gotten Arya a sword instructor, so she had something to do, and so he could keep her distracted during the day so that she wouldn’t bother HIM.

And now here she was, telling him that he loved the prince he tried to expose. He felt as if he was going to lose someone he loved all over again.

No.

He wouldn’t

Because he made the right choice.

People always touted Ned as the most honorable man in the Seven Kingdoms. Truth is he was just a man. He held his sister’s secret for years. In his home. From his wife. He was a man willing to sacrifice his honor, for those he truly loved. His sister. And now his daughter. He wouldn’t see daughter die in a strange land. He’d be right here with her. He’d stay, as The new Master of Laws, under the king who loved his daughter, and he’d do his best to protect her, to keep her happy.

Her happiness was worth his honor 100 fold over.
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His first day as king was as long as he expected, but successful.

He was the king.

The conflict with Ned Stark was rectified without bloodshed. Joffrey was regretful that there was NO bloodshed; Renly had escaped before he could put his head on a pike. But as a king, he had to expect SOME disappointments in his life. As he climbed the stairs to his chambers, his NEW chambers, he saw his Hound standing at the door.

“Hound” he greets.

“Your grace.” The hound replies stoically.

“I am not to be disturbed for the rest of the night.” He commands. The Hound just smirks at him.

“You got that right.” The Hound replies.

Confused, Joffrey opens the door to his mew chambers, and kneeling on the very large bed, is Arya in a Lannister robe. Joffrey beams, and shuts the door behind him.

“Your Grace” Arya says cheekily.

“My subjects call me grace. You are to be my queen.” She says back. Arya’s face turns a shade of red and she smiles.

“Alright….my king.” She says huskily. She allows her robe to fall off her shoulders, revealing her nude body underneath. Joffrey felt himself growing hard at the sight.

“Come on Joffrey” she breathes out. “Let’s celebrate.”

Joffrey hurriedly strips out his clothes as he walks toward the bed. He crashes his lips to hers, pushing her onto her back. She throws her hands around his neck, as they devour each other's mouths. After a while, she pushes him back, disconnecting their mouths. Joffrey looks at her strangely.

“Get on your back” She says, and Joffrey complies immediately, switching places with her. Arya kisses him on the lips, then the neck, then his collar. She begins peppering kisses all down his body. When she reached his crotch, she kissed his hips, his lower stomach, his thighs; everywhere but his cock. She was having fun with this.

Groaning, Joffrey reaches down and grabs Arya harshly by her hair.

“Get on with it” He says in a mix of a bowl and a moan. Arya just smiles up at him, before going lower, and placing a kiss to each one of his large balls, as if blessing their future children. Slowly she arches her head up to his tip, and gives it an open mouth kiss, tongue popping out to swipe at his glands. Joffrey moans, as she slathers his head with affection. Slowly, she takes him into her mouth, still just suckling on the tip.

Typically, Joffrey liked to dominate, fucking into her mouth. Arya never complained at the rough treatment, but right then he would allow her to be in full control. Her mouth was heavenly. She took a bit more of him in his mouth, shallowly bobbing and sucking on half his cock, while her hand worked the other half. Joffrey had his heads threaded through her hair, but did not force her head. He kind of liked having his cock worshipped. Perks of being a king he supposed.

Arya removed his cock from his mouth and slapped it against her tongue several times while continuing to stroke him. Gods, he supposed he should be worried where she learned this, but in this moment if she told her all the whores of Flea Bottom gave her lessons, he wouldn’t care.

“Stop” Joffrey gasps out. He wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer if she continued the way she was, and he had no intention in spilling himself in her mouth, least not at the moment.

No,

He was now the king. And kings make heirs

Arya ceased her ministrations and looked up at him.

“You know how I want you” He says simply. Arya blushes and smiles slightly. She rolls out from between his legs, onto her back. She hooks her arms under her knees, spreading herself wide for him. Like when he first sheathed himself in her.

He lined his still glistening cock up with her entrance, and plunged into her, deep and hard. Arya threw her arms round his neck, pulling their mouths together. He feverishly pumped into her, fucking into her womb. He could feel his cock in her through her stomach.
Arya moaned into his mouth, bucking her hips up to meet his harsh thrusts. She frees her hands from her legs, and slides them behind him, to his ass, trying to push him even deeper into her.

Joffrey loves how she’s given herself to him; trying to be as filled with him as possible. And he’s given himself to her. In these moments, he couldn’t imagine himself fucking any other woman. Having any other woman be by his side.

He pulls his mouth away from her, and looks down at her. They stare at each other, never breaking eye contact, her gray into his blue. Joffrey fucks her even harder, feeling her wetness tighten around him.

“FuckfuckfuckOhGods” Arya pants and moans as his cock plunges in and out of her cunt.

Joffrey felt a familiar tightness in his balls, signaling he was going to come. Almost as if reading her mind, Arya begins moaning words of encouragement.

“Do it. Come in me. Fucking come in me, Breed me!” She moans lewdly. That’s all it took. Slamming his hips down, Joffrey begins to pump his seed deep in her. Arya pushes on his ass, making sure he’s as deep as he can be as her fills her. Her eyes roll back into her head at the sensation, as it drives her over the edge. He pumps his hips through his orgasm, making sure every drop of his cum is inside her.

When he feels his balls are empty, he slumps over on top of her, exhausted. They lay in comfortable silence for a while.

“Thank you” Arya finally says. Joffrey props himself on his elbows and looks at her.

“For what?” He asks simply.

Arya realized that she didn’t even know what she was thanking him for.

Nonetheless, she felt thankful.
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