Chapter 20 A Beginning.

Two years after the Great War, The North, Winterfell.

Jon Snow smiled as his two year old Son squealed happily as he wrestled with his Nine month older cousin.

Despite the White Walker's, and the Wight's being defeated Winter was still fully in place though word from the Citadel announced that the temperature was rising and Spring would return in a year or so.

Jon thought of his Cousin Sansa, she had bloomed under the tutelage of Olenna Tyrell, gone was the naïve girl who had left Winterfell five years before, in her place was a woman grown, Jon had noticed that Lady Catelyn had not seemed to like this new Sansa, a Sansa who was the perfect Southern Lady.

Jon preferred this strong Sansa over the broken creature that inhabited the scarred, emotionless woman, Sansa had become after her treatment by Joffrey and Ramsey Snow as well as her betrayal by Petyr Baelish.

Sansa could work the politics of the South as well as any man in Kings-Landing and would rule the Reach threw her Husband when the time came for Willas Tyrell to take the reigns of Wardenship of the South when his Father died.

He then thought of his younger cousins, Arya Stark had gone from Casterly Rock a year before and was going to go to Bear Island to be under the ward ship of the she bears of Bear island and Jon could tell that Lady Catelyn had not been happy at the kind of woman that Arya was becoming.

Arya had only become slightly more feminine but only just, her mind had become a lot sharper and she carried Needle on one hip as well as a Lannister steel short sword on her other hip.

This had shocked Lady Catelyn.

Bran had left a year before to be fostered by the Reeds at Greywater Watch, only Rickon remained.

Tommen had left around the same time and was now on Dragonstone and learning how to rule from his Uncle Stannis as well as get to know his betrothed Shireen

It seemed Catelyn had not wanted to loose all her children, though Robb had been in talks with the Umbers to foster Rickon with the potential of a betrothal to Great Jon Umbers Granddaughter.

"It's time for his nap" Called Ygritte, Jon looked over to his wife he smiled at her, he then walked over to his flame haired son, he scooped up the boy who squealed as he was thrown in the air and caught "Pa Pa!" Called the little boy.

Jon smiled at his son "Come on you, time for your nap before supper" Said Jon as he carried his son towards Ygritte, Jon saw Willam being picked up and carried away so that the heir of Winterfell could also have his afternoon nap.

"Not tired!" Yawned the boy Jon smiled at his son as he rubbed his dark eyes.

Ygritte smiled as Jon carried their son to their room.

"Of course your not Aemon" Said Jon.

Aemon was asleep by the time they reached their room.

The boy had been named after Maester Aemon after the ancient Maester had succumbed to old age and had died not long after the war ended.

For a short time the pair watched over their son.

"We've got to get him used to sleeping in a proper bed soon, he's crib will be need in a few months" Said Ygritte as she made sure the blanket was tucked in around their son.

Jon nodded "Aye I don't think he'll want to share his crib with a new born babe" He said as he stroked her swollen belly.

Ygritte looked at him "This is your fault Jon Snow" She said.

Jon smiled at her, he pulled her closer and kissed her neck his hands roamed over her body.

Ygritte moaned softly "It was this that felled me belly" She moaned, Jon chuckled "You didn't protest when I took you, more then once" He said as he manoeuvred them both towards the bed.

Ygritte ran her fingers threw his thick curly hair and pulled him in to a deep kiss as they both fell on to the bed, they may be a little late for supper that night.

A few hours later the Great Hall.

Lady Catelyn sat at the high table, she was not happy, Robb had just informed her that in a month Rickon would be fostered at Last Hearth for a few years.

She had wanted to protest at the fact of her last child being sent away.

But her protest was stopped when Robb showed her the letter from Ned informing her that Rickon would be fostered.

Catelyn felt like she was being left behind her two Daughters were growing away from her, her oldest Daughter was becoming a future Olenna Tyrell, her remaining Daughter was becoming almost frightening.

It still shocked Catelyn that Arya had calmly and coolly slit a man's throat when he had tried to kill young Willam, Catelyn could only stare as she wiped the man's life blood of her blade.

Even Sansa had not blinked at the sight of her Sister killing a man.

Catelyn had gotten the impression that Arya knew who had hired the would be assassin, but she had simple left the room and went to the rookery and had sent a message to some place unknown.

Catelyn sighed deeply, she was getting old, her eyes went over the people gathered in the Great hall besides her sat Robb and his wife Daenerys.

Catelyn liked the former Targaryen Princess, yet Catelyn felt like Daenerys was taking everything from her as Lady of Winterfell, which Catelyn knew was inevitable due to Robb being the Lord of Winterfell and Daenerys his Lady Wife.

Catelyn sighed as she ate her meal, she looked at Sansa who was talking with a few of her girl hood friends.

Several of the girls would return to High Garden as Sansa's Ladies in waiting when she returned to marry Willas Tyrell in a few months.

Off to the side she could see Arya eating but her grey eyes watching everything and every one, according to what Jon Snow had told her about the visions of Arya he had gotten from the Gods, Arya had became a cold blooded assassin who served the Many Faced God of Bravos and had become a Faceless Man.

It seemed though that Arya was destined to become a killer.

Catelyn had no idea how she felt about Arya becoming such a person, she'd had plans for Arya to marry maybe her cousin Robin in the Vale but those plans were now worthless as there was no way she could marry Arya to her weak willed Cousin.

She felt that she was simply in the way here, her duties as Lady of Winterfell was slowly transferring to Daenerys.

The rest of the evening meal went by uneventful until near then end Luwin rushed in holding a small bit of rolled up paper.

He went over to Myrcella.

"Your Highness, a message from Kings-Landing" Gasped Luwin as he held the paper out to her.

Myrcella took the slip of paper and unrolled the paper her green eyes read the words, her eyes went wide in horror as she read the message.

Luwin held up another message and handed it to Robb "A message My Lord from your Lord Father" He said as he gave the message to Robb.

Robb unrolled the paper his dark eyes went wide.

King's-Landing a week earlier.

Joffrey slurped his wine, he was in the mood for one of the whores that worked in the kitchen's, he took another slurp of his wine, he looked at the whore that had brought his wine, he'd taken her many times, she had quickly learned her place, he was the future King, and as the King he would be able to do what he liked, he wondered if he should order Ser Meryn to prepare the Whore for her honourable duty to service her future King.

But Ser Meryn was sick with some unknown sickness, Ser Boros had fallen off of the battlements a few weeks before and drowned.

Joffrey took another slurp of his wine, he wiped his forehead, why was he sweating, he was a Prince, Prince's did not sweat.

He was filling a little tired, he decided he would go to bed, maybe in the morning he would have the whore.

He waited as his servants dressed him for bed.

He then dismissed them and the maid servant and climbed in to his bed, he reached over and took a slurp of his wine.

He settled back into his bed, he sighed deeply after a few minutes he threw the blankets off when he got too stuffy.

He wiped his forehead, why was he so sweaty? It was not that hot in fact it was fairly cold out side.

Suddenly his stomach cramped painfully.

He groaned in pain.

Slowly the pain grew intensity, Joffrey managed to drag him self up into a seating he panted with exhaustion, he cringed as the pain got worse.

Taking a deep breath he bent over and pulled the chamber pot out from under the bed.

With a little effort he arranged his night shirt.

After a few moments he sighed in relief as he used the chamber pot, suddenly it started stinging, he pulled up his shirt to look at him self, his green eyes went wide as he saw the chamber pot slowly filing with foul smelling blood and pus.

He screamed in both fear and pain as the pain increased ten fold.

He fell back on to the bed dropping the blood filled chamber pot.

His guards rushed in their swords drawn, one of the guards gasped as he saw the dropped chamber pot.

"Your Highness?" Said a guard.

Joffrey gasped in pain unable to make any real noise as the pain continued to increase, his body drenched with sweat blood and pus leaking out of his darkening cock as well as out of his ass.

The two guards were unsure if they actually wanted to touch the Prince.

"Get the Grand Maester!" Yelled the guard to a servant.

The two guards looked at each before they stepped forward and with some hesitation they quickly replace Joffrey onto the bed.

Neither guard noticed the maid as she looked at the sick Prince after a few moments of enjoying the Prince's suffering she turned and walked away.

Tyrion and Margaery's quarters.

Margaery stared at the maid servant and the red cloak that was kneeling before her and Tyrion.

She had no idea how to react to what the pair had just told them.

She glanced Tyrion who looked as stunned as she was.

Margaery could see the slight swell of the maid's belly.

It was a terrible tale, she had been raped many times by both Joffrey and his two guard's Ser Meryn and Ser Boros, she had discovered she was with child though she had no idea who out of the three was the sire of her baby.

The guard who kneelt besides the maid, had also made a confession.

It seemed he had pushed Ser Boros off the battlements as well as given Ser Meryn a bottle of poisoned wine.

Tyrion rubbed his face, Podrick had just informed him that Joffrey was very sick and the Grand Maester Pycelle had no idea why the heir to throne was as sick as he was and he had no idea how to stop the blood leaking out of the Prince.

"How long will it take him to die?" He asked the maid.

"A few days My Lord I blended a few poison's" She said.

Tyrion sighed deeply, he rubbed his face "You know this confession is a death sentence?" He said the maid and guard nodded.

"All I ask My Lord is the babe not be punished for our crime or the sin's of its Father" She said.

"Your pleading for the life of the babe that is the result of a horrific rape?" Asked Tyrion in surprise.

The maid nodded "Yes My Lord the babe has committed no crime only its parents" She said

Margaery reached over and held Tyrion's hand.

"Have you confessed this to any one else?" Asked Margaery.

Both shook their heads "No My Lady" They both answered.

"What are you thinking?" Asked Tyrion as he looked at Margaery.

Margaery smiled at him "All three are suffering for their crimes, and these two acted in desperation no doubt Joffrey would have raped her again babe in her belly or no and his actions had already caused one woman to break and take her own life, no doubt Joffrey would have ordered ether Ser Meryn or Ser Boros to kill her rather then risk the babe being his bastard and a potential threat to his throne later on, who knows how many serving girls have been raped and impregnated by Joffrey then killed on his order when he discovered they were with child" She said.

"Maybe as no one else knows, it could be the same illness that took Lord Arryn, these two could wed and when she has the babe they can accompany us to Castamere, I have need of maid, I thick she will be an excellent hand maid and we always need good guard's" She said.

Tyrion raised an eyebrow, he sighed and rubbed his face again.

"Very well, continue your duty's as normal, I'll arrange for you to wed in a few days, if you two wish to marry that is?" He asked, the keeling pair looked at each other before they both smiled softly at each other "Very much so My Lord" Answered the guard.

Tyrion smiled back "Very well, you will leave with us in a few months, hopefully you will have had the babe by then, dismissed" He said the maid and the guard stood and bowed deeply before they left the room.

Once the pair left Tyrion frowned "Does this make me evil?" He asked as he looked at Margaery.

"My dear?" Answered Margaery.

Tyrion sighed deeply "I have just practically pardoned my Nephews poisoner, as well a confessed murderer, does that make me evil" He said his green eyes troubled.

Margaery stood and with a little difficulty she knelt before him and took his stunted hands into hers

She held them and rubbed her thumbs over his thumbs.

"No it does not make you evil, Joffrey was beyond any kind of redemption, I spoke the truth earlier, who knows how many women have suffered at Joffrey's hands, and I am in need of a new maid" She said softly.

Tyrion smiled at her, his troubles soothed by her words.

He removed a hand and stroked her swollen belly, the babe with in kicked "He seems quite active today" Chuckled Tyrion, Margaery raised an eyebrow "He?" She said with a smile as she covered his hand with hers.

The couple smiled at each other.

After the Great War finished Margaery had safely delivered Twins, a boy and a girl, the boy named Gerion after Tyrion's long lost favourite Uncle and the girl named Genna after his formidable and larger then life Aunt who had been the closest Tyrion had ever had to a Mother.

Lady Olenna had been thrilled as she held her first Great Grandson and Great Granddaughter in her arms, stating that the Genna took after her Lannister side more then the Tyrell side though the twin's seemed to have Strawberry blond hair which was odd but Margaery pointed out that her own hair seemed turn a little red after weeks of being in bright sun light.

Margaery had started to fear that for some reason something was wrong with ether her womb or Tyrion's seed as after all most five years of marriage there was no child, so Margaery had drank the Giants tonic and that night she and Tyrion made love with in few short week's Margaery was pregnant.

Over a year after the birth of the twins Margaery was once again pregnant.

It seemed the Giants tonic made her as fertile as a Frey.

"How many do you think are in there?" Tyrion suddenly asked as he stroked her belly.

Margaery giggled as their child seemed to be dancing in her womb.

"Who knows there could one or four in there" She said as the babe seemed to start bouncing off the sides.

Both chuckled.

Margery smiled at him as she softly stoked his golden beard.

They softly kissed,

"Tyrion" She sighed softly pulling away Tyrion nodded knowing that if they continued neither would be in a good enough state to make an appearance in regards to Joffrey's mysterious illness.

Margaery smiled at him and kissed him softly on the mouth "You also have to visit the twins" She said Tyrion smiled and nodded again Margaery stood and straightened her gown, Tyrion then slid off the chair he reached out and softy stroked her swollen belly "It still surprise's me that you are carrying yet another of my issue" He said softly Margaery smiled down at him and covered his hand with her own.

"Well I am, though we may wish to wait a couple of years before of I bear any more, women can die if they are pregnant too often and too close together" She said.

Tyrion smiled up at her and nodded once again after a few more moments later Tyrion pulled his hand away, Margaery shooed him out of their chambers so that her maids could get her ready for her afternoon bath.

Tyrion left their chambers with Podrick following close behind, they heard Cersei screeching for some one to help Joffrey and demanding to know what was wrong with him.

Tyrion sighed deeply as he approached Joffrey's chamber he was not surprised when Cersei at once accused him of trying to kill her Golden boy, Robert commanded that she be taken to her rooms as she was obviously mad with worry for Joffrey safety and well being.

Tyrion sighed as Cersei was dragged away. Eddard Stark stood besides his friend, they all waited from the varies Maester's to discover the truth the Tyrion doubted if the truth would be discovered.

Around the some time Dragonstone.

Stannis Baratheon sat in his sola, the grains of sand was the only sound that could be heard save for the scratching of his quill on parchment and the waves crashing on the rocks out side.

Stannis looked up at the hour glass he noted that he had turned it four times already, the hour glass was half empty. It had been four and half hours.

It still surprised him at the events of the last two years.

Just after the Great War ended Stannis's wife Selyse had become obsessed with the religion of the R'hllor and had decided to prove her devotion to her new God by going outside the Keep with only the clothes on her back and simple shoes on her feet.

She had been missing for three days before her frozen body was found in the middle of a snow covered field by some small folk who had come across Lady Selyse a few days before.

They had offered to escort her back to the Keep of Dragonstone but she had refused stating that the Lord of Light would look after her.

A Priestess of the Lord of Light had come to Dragonstone to replace Melisandre, after the other Priestess had given her life to prevent the Great Other from escaping.

The Priestess was called Kinvara, she was not as tall as Melisandre but there was something about the shorter woman that called to Stannis but he would not break his vows.

After Selyse's body was returned to the Keep, Kinvara had asked the people who had returned Selyse if anything had been near by that Lady Selyse could have used to save herself from the freezing weather.

The leader of the small group of small folk answered stating that indeed there was a simple shack that they used to store extra fodder for sheep and cows not far off as well as a few caves which were used in the depths of winter to shelter both them selves and their small herd's of sheep and a few cows if the weather turned bad, the leader stated that these caves were well stoked with kindling and dried meats as well as extra clothes carefully wrapped and hidden away.

The leader also informed them that there was a clear path cut threw the snow by the small heard of deer that had walked practically past the small shack.

Kinvara told Stannis that all God's had rules about dealing with mortals, they could render aid but they could not interfere with a mortal's free will, which was the greatest gift the God's had ever given their mortal children, she stated that R'hllor had provided help, had he not had deer walk past the shelter that could have saved her, had he not made these caves visible to Lady Selyse, the Lord of Light had sent help but Selyse had not heeded the help.

Maester Cressen had spluttered at such nonsense, but his future successor had calmly stated that in most religions of the known world very few interfered with a person's free will.

A few weeks later Kinvara had taken Shireen out for a days excursion.

They had returned several hours later, Shireen had been filthy but beaming happily, Kinvara told Stannis that she hoped to educate Shireen on how to survive in the depths of a harsh Winter if something untoward happened to himself and she was alone.

At first Stannis had wanted to forbid it, but decided that even if Selyse had found the caves or the shack she would not have known how to start a fire or what food could be found in a frozen landscape.

So he agreed but only if Ser Davos accompanied them on these excursions for protection.

Kinvara had bowed her head and gave him a soft smile that touched his heart.

Stannis had asked Davos how the excursions were going, the Onion Knight had blushed slightly stating that his own survival skills were a little rusty after spending the last few years getting soft in his small Keep, he admitted that Kinvara was highly skilled she had taught Shireen as well himself where to find roots and winter fruits, how to start a smokeless fire, what sort kindling burned the best under different conditions.

Stannis had been a little weary of his Daughter learning how to kill prey but again Kinvara stated that it would be for her own safety to both hunt food and to be able protect her self.

After several months Stannis was invited to observe his Daughter.

Stannis had watched out of sight as his Daughter drew her bow and after a few moments fired it, Ser Davos stood beside her his hand on the pommel of his sword in case the stag charged at them.

Stannis had felt his chest swell with pride as the Stag went down with one shot, Shireen grinned happily up at Ser Davos, she and the Onion Knight then made their way over to the downed Stag.

With skill Shireen plunged a dagger into the Stags neck killing the proud beast quickly.

Stannis had then slipped away.

A few hours later Davos and Shireen returned, that night they all ate deer.

Kinvara had began to spend more time with Stannis but she had informed him when he had tried to kiss her that in a year she would come to his bed.

One year and a month later she did just that.

Stannis had been stunned at the passion he had for the smaller soft spoken foreign woman.

They married several months later, with in a short time Kinvara announced she was carrying Stannis's son.

Stannis had told Kinvara that no matter the sex of their child Shireen was his first heir, Kinvara had given a mysterious smile and told him that this was known, in the short time Kinvara had been on Dragonstone she had grown close to Shireen, Kinvara told Stannis that she may love Shireen as if she had come from her womb, but she could never replace Shireen's Mother and would not try, but she could be the girls friend as there were certain things a Mother told her Daughter that a Father can not and in a few short years Shireen would become a woman and Kinvara could advise her on the changes that were to come as a friend.

Stannis watched as the last grain of sand fell he reached out and turned the hour glass.

Suddenly there was a knock "Enter!" He called the door opened to reveal Maester Pylos, Maester Cressen's successor.

Pylos gave a bow "My Lord Lady Kinvara has safely delivered a healthy boy" He said with a soft smile.

Stannis blinked several times "A boy?" He said thinking he had missed heard the young Maester.

Pylos grinned and nodded "Yes My Lord a strong healthy boy, lungs are strong I am a little surprised you can not hear him, he is a true Baratheon he already has thick black hair and blue eyes" He said.

Stannis blinked again a few times a part of him had not believed that he could have Son's, after all Selyse had born him four son's but they had all died very young only one had lived for more then two years.

"I have a Son" He said as he stood slowly.

Maester Pylos grinned at him and nodded "Yes My Lord" He said.

Stannis closed his eyes and almost sagged in relief, he then straightened "My Lady wife?" He asked.

Pylos continued to smile softly "My Lady Kinvara is well, a little tired but has already ordered her brassier to be lit so that she may thank her Lord of Light and offer thanks up to him" He said.

Stannis nodded he too would have to offer thanks but to the Mother.

A short time later Stannis entered the birthing chamber.

Kinvara stood by her brassier wearing an almost sheer robe.

Stannis took a moment to observe his second wife, he could clearly see the now slight swell of her belly, despite the fact she had only just born his Son he found he wanted her.

Kinvara chanted to her God.

Stannis walked over to the crib that held his Son, he looked down at the baby within, the baby was awake, Stannis could clearly see that the babe had thick black hair as well as blue eyes.

"He is strong like is sire" Said Kinvara suddenly.

Stannis half turned "Did I interrupt your devotion's?" He asked Kinvara smiled at him "No My Lord knows I am grateful for our Son, in time he will allow more fruit from my womb for My Lord husband" She said as she stood besides Stannis and gazed at their Son.

Kinvara looked at Stannis "What troubles you Husband, are you displeased with our Son?" She asked Stannis shook his head "It's not that, I find I want you even though you have only just spent over four hour's bringing our Son into the world" He said almost sounding ashamed.

Kinvara smiled up at him, "No need to fear, I know the ways to pleasure a man with out the risk of placing another babe with in my womb too soon" She said Stannis frowned not liking the idea of his wife knowing such things.

Kinvara took his chin and held it she looked at him her eyes full of warmth "Before R'hllor found me, I was a bed slave, my small village was attacked by Dothraki, my Father and Brother's killed, my Mother, my older Sisters and my self sold to the flesh markets of Astapor" She said.

Stannis continued to look at his wife as she spoke of her life before she came to Westeros.

"I was no older then Shireen when I was pushed up on to the bidding block my clothes torn from my body, I sodded but no one paid any heed to the tears of an twelve name day old girl, I remember the words of the slaver, here we have a girl on the cusp of woman hood, she still has her flower, she has not blossomed yet, but as you can see she is budding, she is still young enough to train, a scribe, a servant or more importantly a bed warmer, who will me give be a hundred pieces of gold!, it was a poor month I remember being lift up in to the sky my thighs opened wide and I was exposed to all the men my thighs held open I remember the fell of the slavers fingers as he thrust them into me, my body began to react, I hated what he was doing but my body was reacting, I begged for him to stop for some one to help me but no one listened" She said.

"The slaver laughed as I cum for the first time, looks like she doesn't need much training, if you don't want her to still have a maiden head that can be easily removed if you want, I can still remember the fill of his fingers inside me he managed to get eighty pieces of gold for me, I was sold to a very rich man, he demanded that I be bathed before he took me to his palace, he stood there and watched as I was bathed, he then told the slavers he didn't want blood on his clean bed sheets so he wanted my Maiden head taken, he also wanted me to have a quick education on bedding, the way he spoke of it was as if it was unimportant, I remember the look on the slavers faces as they took turns educating me, I remember the pain as each one took his pleasure, I was no one to these men just a piece of flesh, even my new master didn't care as blood slide down my thighs, he just stood there as I was raped, after wards he said he didn't want me to have a babe due to my education so I was punched in the stomach a few times then made to drink Moontea" She said.

Stannis stared horrified at his wife ordeal at such a young age.

"That night my master took his own pleasure, it turned out he had a wife who preferred the company of other men, so I was to pleasure him as his wife didn't want her husband to get a pox off of a whore, I remember how she observed me, a look of smug superiority on her face as she looked at me she then told me that my sole duty was to pleasure her husband in any way he desired.

She then had me educated in the art of pleasuring a man, for the next few years I pleasured him I bore him one son whom was taken from me as soon as he was brought into the world, I was then given the duty of being a wet nurse to my master's new son by his wife, the moment I held him to my breast I knew he was my very own Son, it turned out his wife was barren" She said sadly.

"Once he was weaned his wife demanded I be sold as I was no longer skinny, so I was sold to a whorehouse I never saw My Son again, after a few years of pleasuring thousands of men, the whorehouse that I served caught fire, a voice called to me in the flames, the voice of the Lord of Light, he whispered that my freedom lay in Asshai and that one of his priests would guide me, I got out of the burning whorehouse and soon came across a Red Priest who smiled at me and said R'hllo told me that a new Sister would find me, my name is Moqorro of Asshai follow me Sister with out even looking back I followed, with in a few years I became one of R'hllo's high priest's" She finished her story.

Stannis blinked a few times "What of your first child?" He asked Kinvara smiled at him "That part of my past burned down with the whore house, even if I knew where he was he would not know me, even if he did remember me I was but his wet nurse nothing more, but I still love him even though I never raised him, I now have a second son whom I can give my unconditional love too" She said Stannis slowly leaned down and kissed her tenderly.

Kinvara returned his kiss, "Wait but a few day's Stannis" She whispered between kiss's Stannis nodded as he pulled his wife closer.

Meanwhile on the battlements.

Tommen and Shireen were watching large whales jumping out of the sea as well as a few small fishing boats bobbing about as they pulled in nets and crab pots, once in awhile a merchant ship appeared on the horizon before it dipped back behind the horizon as it made it's way to Essos.

Shireen smiled as she and Tommen made up tales of what the ships were doing, suddenly something caught her attention she half turned and screamed as a man ran forward and tried to grab her but Tommen pushed her aside, the man's eyes went wide as the momentum that was intended to push Shireen over the edge of the battlements went threw Tommen instead, Shireen screamed "Tommen!" She yelled as she ran forward to try and reach her cousin and betrothed as he fell.

It was too late.

He fell she could only stare as she saw his unmoving body, she vaguely heard a struggle behind her, she half turned and saw several guards and Davos holding the would be assassin "Are you hurt?" Asked Ser Davos, Shireen shook her head "Tommen!, he fell help him Ser Davos!" She cried as she looked back at Tommen.

A few hours later.

Shireen sat besides Tommen, the young Prince was alive but in a coma Maester Pylos examined him, it didn't look good, if the boy didn't die right away he would be paralysed for life.

Stannis stared at his young Nephew, he glanced at Shireen who softly wiped his forehead "Will he still be able sire children?" He asked softly his Daughter looked at him and the look told him she didn't care if he could never father a child she would still marry him.

"There is no reason why he can not sire any children, it is his back that is broken only his legs are effected, the rest of his anatomy will still function perfectly well, as any healthy man My Lord" Assured Pylos as he finished his thorough examination, he tenderly replaced the cover.

"Is there anything that can be done to repair his back?" He asked the young Maester shook his head "I'm sorry My Lord, it is not like a leg or and arm that can be put in to a splint and bound, the only good thing in this whole thing is the fact his spinal cord was not severed and his skull is not broken, only time will tell if his brain has been damaged, I can not feel any swelling but I can not see into his head to see if there is any bleeding on the brain, the best thing for now is to allow him to sleep maybe while he is sleeping his spine may heal a little, I can try and prevent him from moving too much" Said Pylos as he packed way his tools.

Stannis sighed deeply knowing it would be useless to try and remove his Daughter from Tommen's side.

He gave a nod to the Maester and left the room.

He went to his sola and pulled out sheet of parchment, and thought for a moment, he then began to write what had happened from the birth of his Son Orys Baratheon to the attempt on Shireen's life that had cost Tommen the use of his legs in the future, Stannis informed Robert that the would be assassin had been captured just after the attack, the explanation for why the man had been allowed free reign of the Keep was because he was the Queen's sworn sword Ser Osfryd Kettleblack and he claiming to have letters from her Grace yet no letters were found among his few possession's, but the man was remaining silent why he had no letters and why he had intended to kill Shireen.

Stannis sighed deeply as he continued to write his letter.

Several hours later, the letter was on the fastest ship to Kings-landing as was a short note to Casterly Rock.

Around this time a Raven reached Dragonstone informing Stannis of Joffrey's sudden illness.

Kings-Landing.

Cersei's scream echoed around the Red Keep as she heard of Tommen's injury.

She spun around and glared at Tyrion "Where was your vision's on my Son's being hurt!" She screamed.

Tyrion blinked and looked at his Sister "I told you Cersei in my vision of the future Joffrey was poisoned at his wedding, Tommen committed suicide by falling out of a window after the death of his wife because of someone's grab for power" He said he looked at her a little longer telling her who it was that grabbed for power, though no one else noticed this silent exchange Cersei went pale as she realised it had been her actions that had caused her son to kill himself.

Robert was in shock, though he had never really been close to any of his children, he had to admit out of his three oldest children he preferred Tommen and Mycelia, he had been hearing disturbing rumors about Joffrey in the last few months.

Rumors that Robert thought should be exclude Joffrey from the line of succession, do to the fact the boy was well on his way to being the next mad King.

But now his second Son was now a cripple and yet to awake, Robert knew that a King could not be seen as weak and he knew that the Seven Kingdoms needed a strong King, Tommen could still be the Lord of Dragonstone if Stannis still wished his Daughter to marry Tommen despite the loss of the use of his legs.

Robert still had Steffon the oldest of his Quads, and the boy was proving to be a miniature of his Father.

No doubt after what had happened to both Joffrey and Tommen his remaining children would have a constant guard for the rest of their lives.

A few days later.

Joffrey was dead, dying in his own bloody filth, his body seemingly rotted from the inside,

Cersei was inconsolable, she screamed demanded that the murderer of her Golden boy be found and punished yet there was nothing to be found on who had poisoned the Prince, this had sent Cersei off in a whirlwind of accusations and blind anger.

"I want his guards tortured!, they must know who poisoned Joff!, I want the maid servant who served him his wine interrogated!, she must have been paid to poison him!" She demanded.

Ser Brynden Tully looked at Cersei "Your Grace I have questioned the guards, they escorted the maid from the kitchens and were there when she poured the wine, at no time was she alone with wine, I even questioned the kitchen staff, they showed me where the wines were kept, and that the only time the door is opened to retrieve wine for the King, and your self" Said Brynden.

Cersei glared at the Blackfish "I have a question that no one seems to have answered, Why did Ser Osfryd Kettleblack try and kill Lady Shireen?" Asked Tyrion.

Cersei looked at her Brother "Who cares why Ser Osfryd tried to kill that scared slut!" She screamed Robert glared at her "Watch it that girl is my niece!" Growled Robert.

Cersei screamed loudly and pulled at her messy golden hair and spun around.

"Some one murdered my Golden boy! I want Joff!" She screamed she fell to the floor and sobbed "He wanted me all to himself!, He hurt Tommen on purpose! He wanted to make sure that his Son was made King! I know it! I know it! He forced me, over and over again!" She screamed everyone stood there staring at the broken Queen.

Tyrion stepped forward and looked at Cersei "Cersei?" Asked Tyrion.

Cersei just sodded uncontrollable she then got to her knees and punched Tyrion squarely in the face, he stumbled backwards "Its your fault! It's all your fault! Joffrey should be King!, Father should be Hand! Tommen and Mycelia should be here with me not in the frigid North or on that damp island of Dragonstone!" She screamed as she continued to rain blows down on to Tyrion who tried prevent any serious injury.

Cersei continued to scream as two of the King's Guard dragged her away from her now bloody Brother.

"Get her to her rooms and get a Maester to attend her!" Ordered Robert.

Tyrion excepted Eddard's hand as he struggled to stand up.

"I think from what my Sister was saying Ser Osfryd thought that if Joffrey and Tommen died then any Son Cersei gave him threw his rape of her would be heir to the throne, but considering that your Grace has two other Son's plus two Daughter's who live at Casterly Rock plus Gendry at Storms End if God's forbid all your children die how would his Son ever inherit the throne as you have two younger brother's one of which has a new born son plus a Daughter from a pervious marriage, it seems to be a little foolish and the Kettleblack's are not overly stupid" Said Tyrion as Podrick handed him a cloth to wipe his noise.

"I think it may be prudent for her Grace to be examined by a Septa by her very words she thinks she maybe with child" Said Varys.

Robert gave nod, more then a little shocked "What if the Quads?" Started Robert but couldn't finish, Tyrion wiped his bloody face "They are yours Your Grace, you just have to look at Steffon and Cassana to see the Baratheon blood that flows threw their veins never doubt that" Said Tyrion.

"Aye he's right Robert, Steffon is your Son I'm sure he has your battle cry" Said Eddard to his boyhood friend as he clamped a hand on to his shoulder.

Robert sighed deeply "What if she is carrying he's babe?" He asked Tyrion looked at Robert before he spoke "It is not the babes fault how it was conceived, if my Sister is with child we can hide the pregnancy, and when the baby is born the child can ether be sent to the Citadel or given over to the Sept or something, if I may ask your Grace when was the last time you laid with my Sister?" Asked Tyrion as he looked up at the loud Baratheon.

It did not bode well when Robert had to think about it.

"About a year I'd say" Said Robert after a few moments.

"It may be that Cersei is not pregnant, she could be going threw the change" Said Tyrion the other men gathered nodded.

"Ether way Ser Osfryd's life is forfeit, he tried to kill Lady Shireen and may have had a hand in Joffrey's death, maybe he fully intended to kill both Tommen and Shireen at the same time" Said Tyrion.

Robert nodded and sighed deeply.

Tyrion finished wiping his face "Thing is your Grace, if we allow Ser Osfryd to come back to King's-Landing it might get out that he has raped Cersei, this may cause question's to be asked by your enemy's, are any of the children born by Cersei truly yours?, it might reopen those disgusting rumors from several years ago concerning Jaime and Cersei" Said Tyrion.

Varys nodded "He is right Your Grace, there are many among your subjects who would sow discord within the realms, question of who will inherit the throne could very well ignite many to state they have a claim because they may have a little Targaryen blood because they are the decedents of Aegon the Unworthy, or their family had once held a high positions during the reigns of the Targaryen's, many may prefer if your Brother Stannis was to become King, or even your Brother Renly, there are many who resent the sway that House Lannister has over the throne, who may wish vengeance on the lack of influence they may no longer have" Said Varys.

Robert looked at the round headed Eunuch "You have thought a long time about this Lord Varys" Said Robert, Varys gave a slight bow of his bald head "I am the Master of Whispers Your Grace, I hear many thing's with my own ears and what My Little birds tell me" He said.

Tyrion looked at Varys "Did Ser Osfryd rape Cersei?, I have been a little concerned for her mental well being for some time" Said Tyrion, the Eunuch placed his hands over his rounded belly and interlaced his fingers "Yes, Ser Osfryd did rape your Sister, during the final battle, he came to her Grace's chambers, My Little Birds witnessed him enter, a short time later they heard sounds with in, a while later he left, My Little Birds then heard her Grace scream and cry, a short time later her Grace left her chamber's to attend the victory feast, several days later Ser Osfryd was seen to enter her Grace's chambers only to leave a short time later, her Grace had Moontea brought to her chambers every time Ser Osfryd had visited, though Your Grace has not spent any time with her Grace outside official duty's" Said Varys.

Robert frowned at what Varys had just told him, Tyrion thought for a short time "It could very well be that maybe Ser Osfryd threatened to kill the children and maybe lie to your Grace, he could have told her that if she did not allow him to have his way with her, he would inform you that she took him willing and maybe hint that the Quads are truly his instead" Said Tyrion.

Ser Brynden nodded more then a little shocked by recent events.

"How will your Lord Father react to this attack on his Grandson's?" He asked.

Tyrion handed the cloth back to Podrick, he thought for a moment before he answered.

"He will be outraged, he will demand justice, he may demand that Ser Osfryd be sent to Casterly Rock, it may be for the best if he was sent to Casterly Rock, My Father can be very inventive when it comes to punishments" Said Tyrion.

After a short time all those gathered agreed Ser Osfryd Kettleblack would be sent to the Westerlands.

Cersei's Chambers.

Cersei lay curled up on the bed, thoroughly humiliated, she shuddered at the memory of the dried up prunes examining her body, she wanted a bath to wash away the feel of their disgusting hand's on her body, how dare they touch a Lioness's body.

She sodded not only for her shame but for the death of her Golden boy.

It should have been Tommen who died not her Golden boy, now he was a disgusting cripple, she shuddered at the idea of any of her children being anything but perfect, Myrcella was as beautiful as her self and Joffrey was as handsome as Jaime, Tommen was rather bland compared to his older siblings, in fact there were times when the light caught Tommen a certain way or he had a look on his face that made he looked very much like Tyrion.

Which would cause Cersei to order her Son not to do what ever he was doing to make him look like his small Uncle.

Cersei rolled on to her back, she placed her hand on her belly the Septa's had confirmed what she had known, she was with child.

Ser Osfryd's child.

Cersei giggled madly she would convince Robert that he had lain with her during his last name day.

He had been well in to his cups that night, after all men did not understand the length of a pregnancy, she could make the time of the conception fit but only just.

She would convince Robert that the babe was his.

The babe would have dark hair, like Robert maybe have green eyes like her, if the babe had Osfryd's dark eyes then she would be in trouble.

She stroked her belly a mad smile on her face, everything would be fine she was the Queen, she would always be Queen no matter what.

Westerlands, Casterly Rock a week later.

Ser Jaime Lannister Heir of Casterly Rock could stare at the shocking news that had just arrived from both Dragonstone and Kings-Landing.

Joffrey's death, Tommen's accident and Cersei's rape and resulting pregnancy.

Jaime re-read the messages slowly, in case had had miss read it but the words were still there.

He was unsure how he felt of Joffrey's obvious murder, he had never had any real affection for his oldest Son, he had always been Cersei's Son not his, in fact she had forbidden him from having anything outside his duty as a Kings guard to do with them.

Jaime looked at his Uncle and Father who sat silently, Keven stunned into silence, his Father silent from rage.

After a few moments Jaime managed to find his voice "Do you think Cersei arranged for Osfryd to kill Shireen?" He asked Tywin and Kevan looked at him, Kevan blinked a few times before he answered.

"Kill Shireen and use that as an excuse to get Tommen back, she has been trying for a while to get Myrcella and Tommen back to her" Said the younger Brother.

Tywin stood suddenly and walked over to his window he gazed down in to the court yard and saw his younger Grandson's sparing, his Granddaughters were at their lessons.

"It is possible, I have been concerned for Cersei's mental health for a while now, she tried to kill the Quads when they were but babes at the breast" Growled Tywin still angered by Cersei's act to kill his youngest Grandchildren, it had brought in to question the death of her very first child, a dark haired baby boy who died a month after his birth, though it had never determined what had caused the boys early death.

Though Tywin suspected that Cersei had smothered the new born.

Kevan shook his head, shocked that Cersei would try and kill an innocent child.

He was a little worried for his Son by Yara, though of course to the world the two name day old was his son Lancel's Son not is his.

Loren had the dark hair of the Greyjoy's but the green eyes of the Lannister's.

The boy was growing fast, it seemed that he would be a sea farer like his Mothers fore-fathers.

He had been very concerned when the new Damphair had decided to baptised the heir to the Iron Islands.

Kevan had stared in fear as Loren was placed in to the sea for what seemed too long, his Son was brought back to the surface not moving Kevan had moved to rip his Son from the man's hand's when Yara rested her hand on his arm, she shook her head.

Kevan had looked back as the Damphair suddenly placed his mouth over the babes and breathed in to his lungs, Kevan saw his Son's chest rise, the Damphair pressed down on his chest a few times with two finger's, he then breathed in to his mouth a few times and pressed his chest once again.

Kevan had been getting more worried when suddenly the babe let out a cry, the Priest grinned and held up the screaming babe to the gathered crowed and announced that the boy had been blessed by the Drowned God.

Yara had grinned at Kevan and told him that this baptism assured that he would be accepted by the Iron Born as their liege Lord when the time came for him to take the mantel as the Lord of the Iron Islands.

Kevan shook his head out of the memory.

He glanced at Jaime, Jaime's own Son had been born several months after the end of the Great War, the boy was long limbed like his Mother, no doubt the boy would be a giant of a man, when he was full grown.

Damon Lannister was the image of a Lannister, tall and Golden haired and Green eyed though he did have his Mothers nose as well as her limbs.

Kevan had been very surprised how feminine pregnancy had made the tall woman.

A few months ago the main branch of House Lannister went to Kings-Landing to celebrate Roberts name day.

The Quads went along with their new Iron Born cousin.

It was then that Tywin and Kevan had meet Tyrion's Twin's Gerion and Genna.

Tywin had approved of his new Grandchildren's names though he was a little put out by the name of Kevan's supposed Grandson, though Kevan did point out that it was more likely that the Iron Born would follow a man with a Greyjoy name who had also been a King in times past.

"Tommen it seems will live though according to Stannis's Maester the boy has lost the use of his legs, he will never walk again, his head is not damaged so he still has his wits, he will live a normal life span baring illness" Said Tywin.

Jaime sighed deeply pitying his Son, life for a cripple was not easy, though the small folk had it harder, Tommen at least had money to make his future life more comfortable.

Tywin stared out of the window "Ser Osfryd Kettleblack will be brought here to the Westerlands, where he will be properly interrogated" Growled Tywin.

Kevan and Jaime looked at each then at Tywin "Don't you trust Stannis?" Asked Kevan.

Tywin turned and looked at his Brother and Oldest Son.

"I trust him to get a confession out of Osfryd, but I don't trust him to get all the information" Said Tywin as he put his hands behind his back as he looked back out of the window.

He saw Morag walk threw the court yard on her way to retrieve Joanna from her lessons besides her walked Cassana's servant, the two woman chatted to each other, Tywin glanced at the small child that toddled behind Morag.

Morag paused and half turned and smiled as the small child caught up to her.

Tywin had been surprised when Morag announced to him one day that she was with child, his child.

The boy was born in the middle of night, he had his Mothers dark hair and his green eyes, he also had his half brother's Dwarfism.

In fact the boy most resembled Tyrion which was a little disconcerting.

The boy was a Hill, and Morag called him Hugo after her late Father whom she had been very close to growing up.

Tywin knew that most of the Westerlands knew that Hugo was his bastard, and it did not bother him as much as he thought it would, he was not his Father, Morag was no whore, who pretended to be anything other then what she was, a servant to Great House.

No doubt little Hugo would become a squire to one of his slightly older Nephews.

Tywin continued to stare at his small bastard, before he turned away and sat back at his desk he glanced at the portrait of his wife Joanna, he liked to think that she would approve of him finding comfort in a good woman and looking after the Son that resulted in their many nights of passion.

He sighed as he pulled out a sheet of parchment.

He began to write "Arrange for an escort for Ser Osfryd" Said Tywin as he wrote Kevan nodded, stood and left.

Jaime leaned back in his chair "Will the betrothal between Tommen and Shireen continue?" Aske Jaime.

Tywin nodded "Yes Stannis sent a second message when Tommen regained consciences, he says that his Daughter still wish's to marry Tommen" He said as he continued to write to Stannis.

"What about Cersei's baby?" Asked Jaime, Tywin paused in his writing "Tyrion has said that he and Lady Margaery will take the babe with them to Castamere and claim the babe as one of the servants bastards from an unknown Father, considering that she tried to kill her last babe's that she gave birth too" Said Tywin before he went back to writing.

Jaime sighed deeply.

"When is Margaery due?" Asked Jaime.

Tywin continued to write "Three to four months at most, Cersei's babe is due a month or so after" Said Tywin, he had arranged for the rebuilding projects of Castamere to be speed up so that when they went to Castamere, the Keep would be inhabitable.

Tywin finished writing he read his letter that politely asked for Osfryd to be transferred into his custody.

He would discover the truth though Tywin suspected that the truth was that Osfryd had no doubt been offered something by Cersei in exchange for Shireen's death, Tommen's accident had not part of the deal.

He would punish Osfryd for the outrage ageist his Family and House as well as the great dishonour he had placed on his Daughter.

As for Cersei if she was involved in the attempt on Shireen, he knew he would have to have her brought to the Rock to keep her contained, stating that she was mentally unstable and being in King's Landing was not good for her mental health.

Four months later Margaery's and Tyrion's quarters.

Margaery lay in her bed, she breathed deeply she almost giggled as she saw her maid servants and midwives running around like headless chickens, she had been in labour for several hours, there was pain but nothing too bad.

She pushed when her child pushed, then she rested.

She had been shocked when Tyrion told her that Cersei had been raped more then once by Ser Osfryd Kettleblack, and that Cersei was now pregnant with Kettleblack's child.

Arrangements had been made for when she finale gave birth, she could not be trusted to not try and smother the new born.

Margaery had seen Cersei not long before her own labour started.

The Queen was further along then was originally thought, she had been re-examined by a highly skilled Maester, who confirmed that Cersei was indeed well in to her eighth month and would soon enter her ninth month.

Margaery strained again and ease up at the Maesters instruction once more.

She knew Tyrion was outside wearing a path into the stone floor as he waited for the birth of his third child.

The Maester examined Margaery he gave a nod and smiled at her "It is almost time My Lady" He said as he went over to a bowl of warm water and washed his hands.

Margaery pushed again when the baby pushed, a message had been sent to Highgarden to report on the impending birth, Margaery smiled at the thought of her Grandmother taking the first ship to Kings-Landing with or without her parents.

The baby pushed hard and Margaery pushed as well she cried out as the pain increased then suddenly stopped, Margaery fell back on to the bed and panted, her head shot up as a baby's indignant cry went out for being removed from its nice warm home and thrust in to this much cooler world.

She watched as the Maester examined the baby he gave nod and then walked over to Margaery and carefully placed the crying baby in her arms Margaery at once offered the baby its first meal out of the womb.

She stroked the baby's damp head as the baby suckled hungrily.

She looked at the Maester a questioning look on her face.

"A girl My Lady, healthy and strong" Said the Maester beaming at her.

Margaery smiled down at her new Daughter, the babe seemed to have Tyrion's nose, she examined the baby's tiny hands and feet counting ten fingers and toes.

"Shall I bring in Lord Tyrion My Lady?" Asked a maid servant.

Margaery tore her eyes away from her baby she nodded, the maid servant gave a bow and left the room.

A few moments later Tyrion hurried in and rushed to her side, at once saw the bundle he looked at Margaery.

"A girl" Said Margaery, Tyrion looked at the suckling babe "Ellyn" Said Tyrion, Margaery smiled at her husband they had discussed names most had been Lannister names, it had been Tyrion who pointed out that maybe a few of their children should have names from the Reach, Ellen for a girl and Garth if a boy.

Margaery looked back at her daughter who had finale had her fill, both parents chuckled when the new born belched, for the first time Margaery saw her Daughters eyes she was surprised to see that they were not green as she had expected they were instead the same pale blue as her own, her hair now dried was in fact an auburn colour, it seemed the girl would favour her Tyrell side.

Soon Ellyn was sleep, a wet nurse retrieved the baby and placed her in to her crib, Tyrion paced back and fourth as the remaining maid servants cleaned Margaery up.

Several minutes Tyrion was permitted to return to Margaery's side.

He held her hand, as the pair watched their new Daughter sleep.

"I suppose we better get plenty of Moontea, I don't want to risk you" Said Tyrion as he kissed her hand.

Margaery smiled at him and nodded she knew that neither of them could deny their passions, Margaery did wish to have many children, but she would not risk her life or that of any unborn child, she was still young enough to bare Tyrion many healthy children.

She also knew that Tyrion would not try and force Margaery to lay with him so soon after the birth.

"My Lady?" Said a voice both turned and looked at maid servant.

It was one of the servants to the twins.

Margaery smiled at her "Allow them in" She said the maid servant gave a curtsey and left only to return a few moments later with the twins in tow.

"Hello my dears" Said Margaery as the twins clambered on to the bed and hugged their Mother and Father.

Genna looked at Margaery's belly "Where did the baby go? She asked Margaery smiled "The baby is asleep in her crib" She said as she indicated to the crib, the twins looked at each other and walked across the bed and peered into the crib and looked at their new sister.

"I wanted a Brother" Sulked Gerion.

Tyrion chuckled "Maybe next time" Said Tyrion, Gerion looked at his Father and grinned at him.

Tyrion and Margaery watched as their two older children carefully touched their new sibling.

After a little while the twins were taken back to their rooms as it was past their bed times, though they were promised they could see their new Sister the next day.

Margaery and Tyrion tenderly kissed each other soon the kiss became heated, Tyrion pulled away to cool his passion's, Margaery stopped him he looked at her in confusion.

"You really shouldn't have gotten those books from the Summer Isles" She said softly as her hand travailed to his breeches.

Tyrion swallowed a moan as her hand found his cock, "Who would have thought a priest could write such book's" He managed to get out Margaery smiled as she worked him to realise.

Tyrion panted "What about you?" He said softly Margaery just kissed him softly "Don't worry about me" She purred.

Tyrion looked at her but what ever he had been about to say was lost as her hand began its work again.

All the while Ellyn slept peacefully in her crib.

Cersei's chambers.

Cersei glared at her swollen belly, Tyrion had informed her that Robert knew he was not the Father and a Maester had calculated the time of conception, it would have been impossible for Robert to be the baby's sire due to the fact he had been on a tour of the Crownlands, Cersei had not gone with him.

Tyrion did inform her that Robert had lain with a few whores and at least two of them were now great with child due to Moontea not being drank, Cersei had just received word that Ser Osfryd was now in the Westerlands in her Fathers custody, as well as Margaery birthing Tyrion third child, Cersei was convinced that Margaery had cheated on Tyrion after how can a monster like Tyrion have seemingly perfect children.

The problem was there was no proof, nothing could be found to prove that the whore had betrayed Tyrion so there was nothing Cersei could use to destroy Margaery and nothing she could use to shatter Tyrion black twisted heart.

Cersei fumed, she was a prisoner in the Red Keep.

The babe with in her was due in a few weeks, she continued to think of a way to ether get rid of it or convince Robert that it was his.

Her Father had written to her a few weeks before, he dared order her to return to the Westerlands, she refused, she was the Queen. she did not take orders from Wardens of realms.

She had thrown the letter she had gotten from her Father in to the fire, he dared to order her, the Queen, he wrote to her as though she was a member of a lower family of no great importance.

Why was it no one seemed to remember she was the Queen.

Cersei cringed as she felt the baby kick, she loathed Osfryd he failed completely, instead of killing that scared freak he effectively killed Tommen, the boy was worthless now she could never rule threw him not like she could have threw her perfect Joffrey.

Instead Robert had announced that his other son Steffon would inherit and if anything happened to him then his twin Gerold, then Stannis and his son Orys, then Renly and any male issue he had if anything happened to all of them then Gendry would be rightful King.

She had heard a few servants whispering to each other, it seems that the monster had just been blessed with a second Daughter who was called Ellyn.

Cersei hated the name, it was not a Lannister name, a proper name. No doubt it was the whores idea to give her daughter such a terrible name.

Cersei hissed as the baby gave another swift kick.

The thing's she had hated about being pregnant, was for nine month's she lost her figure, it made her very uncomfortable, then there was the labour its self she hated giving birth.

She knew this one would be as bad as the others, she stood up and looked at her reflection, she looked fat.

She really hated being born a woman, why had the Gods cursed her to be a woman.

She smiled at the idea of what she would have done had she been born a man, if she had been born a man instead she would have had Jaime's handsome features, her Fathers brains and military skill.

She would have married a high born Lady, she would have gotten her wife with child quickly and often, she also would sire many bastards on any woman who she took,

Cersei smiled as thought went threw her mind, because of her handsome looks she could have any woman married or no, many maidens would give their maiden heads to her.

The baby kicked again shattering her day dreams of being a man.

She was tempted to punch her stomach but she didn't, not out of love for the bastard that she was carrying but for the simple fact it would hurt her, and could bruise her once perfect flesh.

At this time it was stretched, she hated it.

Suddenly Cersei felt something wet at her feet, she was standing in a puddle of warm water.

Suddenly the kicking got worse, Cersei screamed as baby suddenly pushed.

Maids came running in and at once got Cersei to her bed, Cersei screamed again it was coming to fast, it was also too early she screamed again.

It also hurt more then any of her births.

A Maester hurried in and examined her, he blinked several times.

Cersei screamed again, it was coming she tried to pull away as the Maester touched her.

Cersei felt the baby push it's way out of her, she could not stop it she let out another scream as the baby was pulled out of her.

"Kill it" She ordered weakly.

He then looked at her before he went back to looking at the baby "You have had a boy Your Grace, he is brown haired and brown eyed" He said.

Cersei screamed "Kill it! Kill it, Your Queen order's you to kill it!".

She was doomed, she had hoped that the babe would have her eyes but the babe having both Osfryd's eyes and hair confirmed that Robert was not the babes sire.

She looked at the Maester ready to order him once more when she recognised him, he was a Maester of Casterly Rock.

Sent by her Father no doubt.

She watched as the Maester washed the babes head to remove the birthing fluids, he then examined the babe he nodded to himself satisfied with the healthy condition of the new born.

"Your Lord Father will be informed your Grace, he'll arrange for the babe to be sent to Casterly Rock when he is older and to serve his along side his half Uncle" He said as he handed the babe to a wet nurse to feed and dress.

Cersei blinked "Half Uncle?" She asked confused.

The Maester nodded "Yes your Grace your Lord Father, Fathered a bastard on one of the servants of your youngest daughters around two years ago after the great war, his name is Hugo Hill, a Dwarf but the boy is strong and is already on friendly terms with his half nephews and nieces" He smiled softly "I believe that the woman in question is yet again with child" He said Cersei blinked horrified that not only was her Father laying with a woman of low birth but he had Fathered a bastard not only was he Fathering bastards but he had Fathered a Dwarf and it seemed that another bastard was on the way.

Cersei could only stare in horror, she didn't know how to react to the very idea of having new much younger siblings, it was horrifying, her Father was too old to be having such desires and needs it was not natural, she shuddered.

It was it was then she noticed that the new born was now wrapped in a thick blanket and was being taking out of the room by the wet nurse "Where is she going!" Ordered Cersei.

The Maester looked at Cersei.

"Your Son will be sent to the High Stewards wing and will be claimed that he is the son of a serving maid and an unknown Father" He said.

Cersei screamed loudly as the door was closed behind the Maester.

Several days later Casterly Rock.

Tywin Lannister sat at his desk he looked at the two small scrolls that lay there one contained the news at the birth of a fourth Grand daughter from Tyrion, the second scroll contained news of the birth of a seventh grandson from the Maester he had sent to Kings-Landing to attend the birth of Cersei's child, the Maester also reported that the Queen had ordered him to kill the babe upon giving birth.

Tywin would order a feast in celebration for the safe delivery of his Grand Daughter as well as send a note to both Tyrion and Margaery congratulating them on the safe birth of their second daughter.

He heard the sound of fabric moving, he half turned to see Morag enter his room via a secret passage way, his green eyes roamed over her body, he had been a little shocked when Morag informed him that she had recently discovered that once more he had filled her belly.

He had been concerned that she was near the age of the change but he had been informed that as long as the woman in question was in good health then then should be no problems though she would be closely observed.

Morag walked over to him and stood by his side "Is there news My Lord?" She asked Tywin gave her one of his rare smile he slide an arm around her waist his hand reached up and stroked the slight swell of her belly "I have been given another Granddaughter as well as a bastard Grandson both are healthy" He said as he stroked her belly Morag smiled down at him "The Gods will soon bless you with another bastard" She said as she covered his hand with her own Tywin looked up at her and raised an eyebrow he stood before her "The Gods? I didn't see any Gods around when I planted my seed in you" He said as he tugged at her gown, Morag smiled up at him she knew that he didn't really believe in any Gods but he didn't forbid her from worshiping the Seven nor in educating his bastard in the Faith of the Seven.

Morag allowed her gown to fall to the floor, she smiled up at him as her hand found his breeches "May be the babe I now carry will be another Daughter" She said Tywin pulled her closer "As long as you live to share my bed that is all that concerns me" He seemingly purred as he kissed her his hands tugged at her small clothes he slowly manoeuvred them both to the bed.

Several hours later.

Tywin regretted that Morag did not stay but she was his mistress plus she had duties to attending though she did promise him that she would come to his Solar later the next day, the words held much promise to Tywin, Morag was a good woman, sometimes Tywin would think if only she had been high born, but then he would shake the thought away, if she had been high born she no doubt would already married to some unworthy man instead of himself.

Tywin sighed, so much had changed in the last few years, his family legacy was secured, Jaime was once more his heir and had provided an heir to carry on the family line, his other children had also provided even more Lannister's, he himself had proved that his seed was still strong, though Tywin didn't see the need to wed yet the thought kept returning to him

And Morag seemed to be the only woman that he could see as his wife.

Tywin continued to think, suddenly a new thought strike him, he rolled it over in his mind, he stood and paced his solar his hands clasped behind his back, the thought continued to roll around his head.

Tywin gave a soft smile as the idea became fully wedged in his mind.

The next night the hour of the Wolf the Sept of Casterly Rock.

Tywin stood in the Sept with the Septon of Casterly Rock, besides him stood Morag their hand's bound by a fine silk cord, no one else was in the Sept, the words were said and vows given.

Then they kissed, they were now husband and wife.

Though to the outside world they were simply a High Lord and a severing woman who had born him a bastard and was now carrying his second child and that would continue, this marriage was a secret and would remain so.

The Septon was a Lannister creature, he could be trusted to say nothing of the secret marriage.

Tywin led his new wife to his bed chamber there they consummated the marriage.

Tywin lay in his bed a short while later, he watched his wife as she slept next to him, he had decided to try and find her husband as long as he lived he was a threat, he sighed deeply, his wife continued to sleep the soft moon light reflected off her the soft swell of her belly she was not carrying Hill but a Lannister but of course to the world the child would be a Hill.

He would have rewrite his will to make sure that his new wife and their children were well provided for upon his death, as well as safe he didn't trust Cersei not to try and hurt his base born issue.

He already had nice size keep picked out for her and the children as well as a good amount of gold to insure that she and their offspring could led comfortable lives.

Tywin continued to look at his wife, she was his and he was hers he had never imagined that he would take another wife, let alone have a secret marriage.

After a short time sleep claimed him and he settled in to a contented sleep besides his wife who now pulled him in to her arms and held him while he slept.

Tywin's dream.

Tywin walked threw the corridors of Casterly Rock light streamed in threw the windows.

He pushed open the door and found himself in the library he blinked as he looked at the over stuffed chair that sat by the fire.

He looked at the woman who sat in it, she looked up her soft green eyes full of happiness "Hello Tywin" Said Joanna.

"Joanna?" Gasped Tywin thoughts raced threw his mind was she here to curse him, condemn him for taking another woman as his wife.

Joanna smiled an almost frighteningly familiar smile "I am not here to berate you, I am here to say I am happy for you, I am happy you have found someone to share your autumn years with" She said softly she smiled at him "You were right to think I would approve of Morag, I like her, she keeps you on your toes, I also like Hugo I think he will look very much like Tyrion when he is a man grown, she makes you happy that is all I ever wanted" She said she stood and walked over to him and placed a soft hand on his check, she stroked his whiskers Tywin closed his eyes enjoying her touch he slightly turned his head and kissed her palm "My feeling's for you have never changed" He said his voice breaking Joanna smiled as she continued to stroke his check "I know but you are human Tywin and humans need companionship, I am glad that you have found that companionship in Morag" She said Tywin sighed as he enjoyed her touch "Your place is by her side now, worry not my love there is room for us both in your heart the heavens are also big enough for us both" She said with a smile.

Tywin gave a slight nod, Joanna continued to stroke his check "You must re-join her soon my love" She said softly Tywin nodded again Joanna smiled at him "Our sons will give us many more grandchildren in the years to come" She said softly "What of our Daughter?" He asked as he opened his eyes to look in to hers Joanna sighed deeply "She is lost to us, she has been for quite some time, though she will bear some more children, they will all have different sires she can be trusted with none of them" She said sadly Tywin nodded at Joanna confirmation of Cersei that he had thought as well.

"Live my love, Morag will bear you many healthy children, she will fill your life with joy, embrace it with all your heart" She said before she stepped closer and tenderly kissed him on the mouth, she pulled away and smiled up at him.

Tywin's bed chamber.

Tywin woke with a start, he blinked a few times he was sure he could still fill Joanna's lips on his own and even smell her Dorneish perfume that she had liked to wear, he shook his head he glanced at his new wife as she continued to sleep besides him, he sighed softly Morag stirred slightly "Tywin?" She asked softly.

Tywin smiled softly he lend down and kissed her tenderly "Peace wife" He said as he continued to kiss her neck Morag giggled softly "You seem to be in a good mood My Lord Husband" She said Tywin smiled down at her "I am in a very good mood" He almost purred as he settled between her thighs "It is almost a pity I cannot plant another babe with in your womb" He said before he kissed her deeply Morag moaned in to his mouth as he slide into her.

Several months later.

Tywin walked threw the lower dungeons of Casterly Rock, this was were the prisoners who were accused of very serious crimes ageist House Lannister were seemingly hidden away and forgotten by the world at large.

In one of the dungeons was Osfryd Kettleblack, he had confessed to raping Cersei and what she had promised him in exchange for killing the Lady Shireen, Osfryd was tortured once every few days with each new session he confessed a new crime.

Tywin continued to walk down the corridor he went deeper into the dungeons.

The guard scrabbled to his feet unused to seeing anyone of high birth coming to his little domain.

"How is he?" Asked Tywin as he glared at the wet dark door.

"Still complaining about being locked up, he doesn't know where he is My Lord" Said the guard.

Tywin nodded "Unlock the door" He commanded the guard nodded and pulled out a key and unlocked the door.

The door screeched open and Tywin entered he saw the man who was chained up "At fucking last!" He yelled as Tywin stepped in "Why the fuck am I here!" He demanded.

Tywin frowned at him in disgust "You are Morag's husband" He all but growled the man blinked a few times as though he didn't recognise the name, Tywin felt rage grow inside him.

"Oh Morag, yeah she's my wife so what, only married her because I filled her belly stupid bitch should have taken some moon tea, but her dammed Father demanded I married her, he was a big mean bastard if it hadn't been for him I would have left before she even knew I'd filled her belly" He said as he made himself as comfortable on the damp floor.

"As soon as old Hugo kicked the bucket I was out of there" He said sounding almost proud that he had abandoned his heavily pregnant wife, Tywin clinched his fists "She bore you a Son, he died a week later" Said Tywin.

It took every bit of discipline Tywin had not to grab hold of the man a strike him repeatedly when he spoke again.

"One less to mouth to feed, beside I've got quite a few bastards out there" He laughed before he continued "In fact I filled a few belly's even after old Hugo made me marry her" He said he looked at Tywin.

"So why am I here?" He said Tywin continued to glare at him he took deep steady breaths "My Lord? Said a new voice Tywin didn't move he continued to stare at the man before him.

"Who is that?" Asked the man as he looked at the new comer.

"Bloody hell! Mo is that you!" He near shouted as she came in to the light.

"I believe you recall this person My Lady" Asked Tywin he refused to call the man in front of him a man out loud.

Morag stared at him for awhile "Malak?" She gasped.

She looked up at Tywin "He was my Husband" She said fear entering her voice Tywin smiled at her "Yes he was your Husband, I had the Septon set aside your pervious marriage on the grounds of abandonment" He said softly.

"I found him a couple of weeks ago, I would have dealt with him then but your labour pains had started, as you birthed our Daughter my place was by your side during this time" He said.

Malak looked at the couple "So you found another bed warmer did you Mo? So what is he a man servant to a some minor Lordling in Kings-Landing" He chuckled Tywin swelled with anger at the man's insolence.

"You are not in King's-Landing" Growled Tywin as he placed his arm around Morag "Where am I then?" He asked as he looked around the damp dark dungeon.

"You are under Casterly Rock" Growled Tywin, Malak blinked a few times he looked at Morag he smirked at her "Well done Mo you got a man servant to one of the golden haired cunts maybe even that great golden cunt himself, the Old Lion" He chuckled Tywin continued to stare at him.

"Maybe she even got the great golden cunt himself" Said Tywin as he swallowed his rage he took great satisfaction at the paleness of Malak's face when a torch was brought in and the light reflected his green eyes.

Malak blinked as he finally noticed that the tall man wore very fine, rich clothes.

"Why is he here My Lord" She asked Tywin smiled at her and stoked her face "I wanted to make sure there was no threat to our marriage" He said.

Morag blinked a few times, she smiled up at him, "What will you do with him My Lord?" She asked.

Tywin gave her one of his rare smiles, the smile made Malak nervous.

"I will do northing to him, he will simple spend the rest of his days in one of the deep dungeons, I will not risk him interfering in our marriage" He said.

Morag placed a hand on his chest and looked up at him with dark eyes though she said nothing, Tywin sighed deeply "Maybe he could spend the rest of his days in one of our deeper mines, he can provide gold for our children" He said Morag gave him a smile before she nodded "It is time for Rohanne's feed" She said softly before she lift the dungeon.

Tywin watched her walk out, after a few moments Tywin then turned and looked at Malak with cold green eyes.

Malak looked at Tywin and swallowed "I'll go away, you'll never see me again" He said Tywin raised a grey eyebrow "And I'm expected to trust you to keep your tongue behind your teeth concerning my marriage to Morag?" Said Tywin.

Malak nodded.

"Yeah, you give me a purse of Dragons, and I'll take a ship to Essos" Said Malak he gave Tywin a smirk "I'll not talk of you marrying a commoner" He said Tywin just stared at the man.

"I have a better Idea to keep it quite" Said Tywin, he half turned "Captain Vylarr!" He called after a few moments a tall man entered "My Lord?" He said.

"Didn't the overseer of mine Omega Delta 1 say that he required more workers?" Asked Tywin.

"Yes My Lord he did indeed, especially in the deeper mineshafts of Omega Delta 1" He said as he glanced at Malak in disgust.

Tywin allowed a slight smirk to appear briefly, "Then I will provide him with some workers, have your men empty the dungeons of Lannisport the rapier's to be castrated, along with this one as well" He said coldly Malak's eyes went wide "No fucking way!" He shouted as he struggled ageist his chains "And take his tongue as well" Said Tywin "In fact take that now" He said his voice as cold as a Long Winter.

The chains rattled as Malak continued to struggle.

The chains rattled even more when a long table was brought in, along with a brazier.

"No! No you bastards! No!" Yelled Malak as three large guards approached him, two of them held him while the third undid his chains.

Then with very little effort he was picked off the floor and carried to the table and manacles attached to his wrist and ankles.

He continued to yell and scream obscenities.

Vylarr removed a pair of pincers from the brazier, they glowered white.

Malak began to sob, pleaded for him not to take his tongue "I swear to the Old Gods and New I won't say a word I swear it! PLEASE!" He yelled.

Tywin just looked at him, "You once swore to the New Gods that Morag was yours and you were hers, you swore that you would love her till the end of your days, yet you did none of those things so why should I take the word of such a man?" Said Tywin he then looked at Vylarr and nodded.

A guard pried open his mouth, then in practice skill Vylarr clamped on to the tongue, Malak cried out as the white hot pliers severed his tongue and cauterised the nub.

Malak sobbed.

Then his breeches were undone, he didn't fill anything as he was cut preventing him from siring any more children ever again.

A Maester examined the now castrated and mute Malak, he confirmed that there was no risk of infection, Tywin nodded "Have him transferred to the main dungeons then once the other prisoners have been brought from Lannisport have them all sent to Omega Delta 1" Commanded Tywin he looked once more at the sobbing pathetic creature that lay on the table, before he put his shoulders back and left the dungeon, Tywin decided he would never tell Morag that he had, had Malak mutilated.

As he entered the main court yard he breathed in the sea air to clear the smell of burnt flesh from his nostrils.

He glanced around he could see Morag setting besides a well, next to her sat another new Mother who was also feeding her child, the two women chattered to each other, not far from them was his Grandsons playing with wooden swords, he could also see his Granddaughters playing with a few of the servants children and their dolls.

Tywin took another deep breath and turn to return to his solar.

Tywin's Solar.

Tywin sat at his desk, he picked up a small scroll, he unrolled it a read what was written, he frown Cersei was refusing to return to Casterly Rock, he rolled his eyes as she repeatedly stated that she was the Queen, Tywin had heard that people now called her "The Whore Queen" she had never been respected by the people, he had to wonder why had she never grasped the fact that those of High Birth needed the respect of the Small Folk as well as those of Noble Birth, sometimes a little fear was also required.

But Cersei had always thought that fear was more important, what Cersei had not thought of though was after awhile the fear becomes hatred and that can breed resentment in both High and Low born alike and that could and would led to rebellion.

Tywin sighed deeply, he put the scroll down, he then unrolled another scroll it was from Tyrion in it he reported that everything was going smoothly, that Cersei's Son was healthy and happy and had been taken in by a servant who's own Son had died of a Winter chill not long after his birth, she also still had milk, which allowed the pair to bond closer, Tyrion wrote that maybe the boy could remain in the care of his adoptive Mother for the foreseeable future, the babe had no look of a Lannister about him so there was no risk of any one knowing who his true Mother was.

Tywin was inclined to agree, he frowned as Tyrion mentioned that Cersei had it seemed to have a few secret lovers, or as Tyrion put it a several new bed warms, all the men were a number of years younger, all were handsome though none were of High Birth all were of minor or low birth.

Tywin frowned even more as Tyrion listed that a few of her bed warmers were the Squires of minor Knights, as well as a few Landed Knights as well as a few Hedge Knights and as far as Tyrion had discovered Cersei had promised most of them great fortunes to lay with her.

Though it seemed most of her bed warmers were not that stupid, most just enjoyed getting a woman of High birth to open her thighs to them for free, it also didn't hurt that she was the Queen

Tywin sighed deeply, he had ordered her to return but she continued to refuse, all he could do was to insure that any children Cersei bore were removed from her at once and given to caring family's.

Kings-Landing the Red Keep.

Queen Cersei sipped her wine, her eyes grazed over the young man who poured her wine "Your new" She said the young blinked a few times "Yes your Grace, I am" He said Cersei smiled "Who assigned you to be my cup bearer" She purred.

"Ser Jaks, Your Grace" He said.

Cersei smiled even more.

Jaks was on of her favourites, he promised her that he would send her a handsome young man to temporary replace him as he went back to his small estate to sort a out a minor problem.

The fact that Jaks had grown bored with Cersei did not even cross her mind and he would not be returning for a very long time.

Cersei sipped her wine "You are a man grown" She purred the young man nodded "Yes your Grace" He said Cersei stood and walked over to him "Have you had a woman, a real woman?" She asked the young man blushed a little "No your Grace, I haven't" He said Cersei smiled even more.

Cersei stood in front of him and took his hand "As you know I am Queen, I have needs, my Husband and I have an agreement he has his whores and I can have men to satisfy my needs, satisfy me and you will be greatly rewarded" She purred as she sucked his fingers, "And I have many needs" She said as she took his other hand and placed it on her breast, she placed her other hand on his crouch she smiled around his fingers as she found him swelling.

She knew she had him.

What Cersei didn't know was the man who was know crushing his mouth ageist hers was no blushing virgin, though he could act like one to get what he wanted, after all Ser Jaks was paying him a good deal of coin to entertain the Whore Queen.

Several months later.

Cersei screamed as she pushed out yet another babe, twins this time, she honestly had no idea who out of her many lovers was the Father.

Once more the babes were taken from her to be raised else where and in all honesty she had never really enjoyed the whole Mothering thing except of course with her Joff, but after him she had Wet nurses attend Mycelia and Tommen.

Cersei was wondering when the change was going to happen, she hoped it would be soon.

Once the change happened, she would no longer have to endure pregnancy.

With each of her pregnancy, she lost a little of her figure, she waited patiently as the midwifes cleaned her up and dealt with the afterbirth.

Cersei knew that she would have to wait a few weeks before she could have any of her favourites in her bed, she settled back in to her bed she had at least one more month of the Monster not being in Kings-landing as he and the Whore and her Bastard children would spend six months at Castamere, Cersei was still convinced that there was no way that the Monster could give the Whore any perfect Children, this had been reinforce when it was announced that she had miscarried, to Cersei this meant that the Monsters seed had taken for once and because it too was a Monster the Whores own body rejected it, thus killing it in the womb or she had taken Moon-tea to remove it so that she would not endure the creature ripping her apart to be born Just as the Monster had ripped Cersei's Mother open to be born.

Cersei lay in her bed alone, she missed Jaime, despite him being married to the thing that claimed to be a woman and that it had born a very Lannister looking child Cersei was convinced that Jaime would return to her, once he got the creature out of his system, it would just take a very long time, as word had reached Cersei that the creature was once more with child, once more Cersei convinced herself that the babe must be a stable boys.

She smiled as let sleep claim her utterly convinced Jaime would return to her after all they were they same soul, he belonged to her.

A few weeks later Castamere (lemon).

Tyrion lay in his bed deep in thought he glanced at Margery, his eyes travelled her body, she was wearing a low neck lined night gown that allowed him an excellent view of the swell of her breasts.

"Your thinking" Said Margery with out opening her eyes, Tyrion chuckled "Yes I am indeed thinking, I received word today, Cersei has born twins, boys both" He said Margery sighed and lay on her back she sighed deeply, "What will happen to them?" She asked as she turned her head to look at him.

Tyrion sighed deeply "At the moment they are in our wing in the Red Keep, in a few days they'll be taken to a Mothers House in Lannisport, raised to be Squires, man servants, stable hands or if their smart enough maybe Maesters or Septons they of course can never know who bore them" He said.

Margery sighed deeply "It will hard to leave the children, but I know that Kings-landing not a place I wish my children to be raised in, despite them all most likely will be born there" She said as she placed hands on her belly, Tyrion looked at her belly it was then that he noticed the first swellings of pregnancy, he looked back Margery she smiled at him "Are you sure?" He asked as he placed a stunted hand besides hers, Margery nodded "Yes the Maester has confirmed it, we have been blessed once more" She said as she took hold of Tyrion's hand and placed it where hers had been then put her hand over his and interlaced their fingers.

For a short time they just lay there, Tyrion reach over and plucked at her night gown lace's "I did notice my dear, that your night gown seemed a little tight around your breasts" He said as he slowly undid the gown, "I thought it was some new form of torture you had devised" He said as he continued to undo the lace's, Margery giggled softly "Mayhaps it was" She teased "I know how near obsessed you become about my breasts when I am with child" Said Margery as she reached over and softly stroked his golden hair Tyrion gave a grunt as he finally exposed her breasts "In a few months some one else will be enjoying your breasts" He said Margery laughed softly she then let out a soft whimper as Tyrion slowly licked a nipple then suckled it, the whimper became a moan as Tyrion hiked up her night gown and slid his hand between her thighs he smiled around her breast he pulled away a little before he gave the tighten nipple another lick "And I know how wet you get when I suckle at your teats

Margery moaned softly "Didn't your Father use to call you a lust filled beast?" She gasped as Tyrion continued to lick and suckle her breasts while his hand teased her between her thighs.

Tyrion nodded around her breast, Margery moaned "I think he was and is right you are a lust filled beast" She moaned Tyrion chuckled "The Small Folk used to call me a Demon Monkey" He purred Margery chewed her lower lip "You are a Demon Monkey!" She cried out as his fingers finally pushed her over the edge.

"I am your Demon Monkey" He said as continued to tease her breasts.

Margery sighed deeply "If you are my Demon Monkey, what does that make me My Lord Husband" She asked as she stroked his hair.

Tyrion realised her breast "My strong thorny rose" He said Margery raised an eye brow.

"I have thorns?" She said.

Tyrion smiled at her "Yes you stuck your thorns deep in to me long ago" He said Margery sudden flipped them both and sat astride him, she pulled off her night gown and threw it on to the floor, she reached under his night shirt and found his cock, Tyrion groaned he reached up to touch her but Margery's halted his hands "No touching" She said as she lend down and teasingly brushed her lips ageist his "You truly enjoy torturing me" He said Margery smiled down at him "No hands, only that talented tongue of yours my Demon Monkey" She said.

She lend over him once more and lowered her torso down she shivered as his tongue licked at her nipples "I am not the only who enjoys torturing" Whispered Margery she continued to tease his cock as it hardened under her hand "Its going to be a long month" Moaned Tyrion as Margery pulled away "Long but it will be quite fun" She said as she sat astride his hips then slowly lowered her self Tyrion hissed as he slide in to her, still with her command to not touch her in place he lay back and just gazed at her as she slowly moved up and down his eyes followed the soft sway of her breasts, she was right it be long but it would be quite fun and with out the risk of the children walking in on them it would be even more fun.

A week later the Sunset sea.

Tyrion and Margery watched as Casterly Rock slipped from view, Tywin had told Tyrion that Brianne was once more with child, Margery was sure that Tywin was annoyed that Jaime spent a lot of time on Tarth and didn't seem to be returning any time soon to Casterly Rock.

He seemed rather pleased that Margery was also with child again, though he was not pleased that Cersei had given birth to another set of Bastards and most likely have even more before the change.

Tywin had agreed with Tyrion about the twins they would be sent to a Mother's House to be trained up to be servants, in service to the Gods or to attend the Citadel to become Maesters.

Once Casterly Rock was out of sight the couple went below decks.

They would sail around the coast, past the Shield island they would then take a smaller ship up the river towards Highgarden, they would spend a few days there, then they would take the ship back to the coast then they would sail around Dorne, then sail threw the Broken Arm and spend a few days on Tarth before making the finale leg of the journey threw the Narrow sea and threw Blackwater Bay.

A few days later.

Margery stood on the deck of the small ship that she and Tyrion were now on, she smiled as she saw a few small folk along the banks of the Mander who cheered and waved at her.

Margery gave a wave back to the small folk, in the far distance she could see Highgarden getting closer, soon they were further along the river, she smiled as they came to the Ocean road dock that sat practically in front of Highgarden.

Margery could see her Brother Garlan waiting on the dock.

After a few minutes the ship was docked, Margery and Tyrion stepped off the ship and greeted Ser Garlan "Brother you look well" Said Margery with a huge smile on her face.

The two sibling hugged, Tyrion stood to one side and waited.

"As do you Sister" Said Garlan after a few moments Garlan and Margery pulled apart Garlan looked at Tyrion.

"Lord Tyrion I hope the journey was with out incident?" He asked as he shook Tyrion hand, Tyrion shook his hand "There was no trouble, the sea was calm it seems Winter is finally coming to an end" Said Tyrion, Garlan nodded "Yes the temperature does seem to be going up" He said.

Soon they were on their way to Highgarden.

An hour later.

Margery stepped out of the litter and at once saw her Grandmother, Margery walked over to her beloved Grandmother "Grandmother! You look well" She said as she hugged her tightly.

Olenna returned the tight hug.

"As do you my dear, you are positively glowing!, am I about to become a Great Grandmother again?" She asked Margery smiled at her and placed her wrinkled hands on her belly "Yes you are in five moons" Answered Margery, Olenna smiled at her she then looked at Garlan "Your Sister has given me three Great Grandchildren and now one on the way, three! When are you going to start giving me Great Grandchildren, the way you are going Willas will give me Great Grandchildren before you" Scolded Olenna, Garlan sighed deeply "I am trying Grandmother" He sighed Olenna continued to stare at him "Maybe your wife should drink the Giants tonic" She said.

Margery smiled at her Grandmother as she berated Garlan for his lack of children.

"Margery!" Called Lady Alerie as she stepped forward and pulled her in to a hug "Are you well my dear?" She asked Margery nodded "I am well Mother, Father you look well" Said Margery as she then walked over to her fat Father while Tyrion greeted her Grandmother and Mother.

Margery heard a tapping sound, she turned and smiled as Willas limped over.

"Willas!" She said as she walked over to her older Brother.

They hugged.

Margery pulled away and looked around "Where is Loras?" She asked Willas sighed deeply "He's in Storms End" He said.

Margery raised an eyebrow "Why?" She asked Willas opened his mouth to answer but Olenna spoke up "Because he's an idiot that's why, I introduced him to several young ladies but none interested him and I don't blame the girls, all of them were smart and more then worthy to be his wife!, but he is being stupid and stubborn he will never get any children out of Storms End!" She said in a huff.

"You don't know that Mother, it maybe that he has found a pretty maid in the Stormlands" Said Mace.

Olenna looked at her fat son, with a look of disbelief "Oh he's found something that's pretty alright" She said with a shake of her head.

Margery looked at Tyrion she saw that both his golden eyebrows were hidden in his shaggy golden hair, he looked at her, she could clearly see the question "Didn't her parents know the truth about Loras?".

Margery gave a slight shake of her head.

"Enough nattering, Margery is in no condition to be standing for prolonged amount of time" Said Olenna before she walked towards the great hall.

A short time later.

That night there was to be a feast celebrating Margery's return as well as her latest pregnancy.

Margery sat at her vanity, she looked at her reflection, she saw Tyrion step up behind her, he tenderly pushed aside a thick strand of hair and kissed her neck "What's wrong?" He asked as he looked at her reflection.

Margery sighed deeply "I'm just worried that's all, what if I loose this one as well" She asked sounding scared, Tyrion stepped around to her side and held her hand "The Maester said you were not as far along as you are now, you are well in to the fourth month there is less risk now, as long you don't over do it, everything should be fine and in five months you will be feeding our new babe" He said with a smile Margery returned it "I know its just, I don't know, nerves I guess" She said Tyrion smiled at her "Well the Maester also said that sex also helps strengthen the passage the babe must use" He said with cheeky smile.

Margery smiled and shook her head and laughed "Yes he did indeed" She as kissed him tenderly "But the feast is only a few hours away" She whispered ageist his lips, she then stood and took his hand and led him to the bed and Tyrion obediently followed her.

A few hours later.

The feast was as grand one as could be expected, Margery wished she could enjoy it, but the smells of some of the food was turning her stomach and had to rush to the near by balcony to empty her stomach.

After the third trip to the balcony, Olenna order Margery to her rooms and the Maester to attend her to help with her stomach.

Tyrion watched with concern as Margery was escorted by her ladies to her rooms followed close by her worrying Mother, Olenna shook head at the Mothers over protectiveness.

"I was the same" Said Olenna as she tossed a grape in to her month.

"Margery was as bad when she was carrying the twins" Said Tyrion as he cut in to his streak, Olenna chuckled "Maybe Margery has another set of twins in her belly, they do run in your family, your own Sister has just born a set has she not?" Asked the Queen of Thorns.

Tyrion looked at her then nodded to answer both questions, Mace looked confused "Why was there not announcement of such a thing?" He asked Olenna rolled her eyes she looked back at Tyrion "One can assume that the sire is not the King?, is it known who the is Father?" She asked ignoring her Son.

Tyrion sighed deeply "You are right My Lady, the King is not the Sire and my people have not been able to determine who of her many lovers it is, I doubt if Cersei even knows" He said.

Olenna shook her head "Is Robert going to set Cersei aside, he really does not need her any more he has an heir and spare at Casterly Rock, I sure Robert could do with a handsome wife and I've heard that Robert has become quite a bit of a looker now that he has shed most of his weight" Said the old woman.

Tyrion shrugged "It is something that is up for discussion at the next Small Council meeting, Father has ordered Cersei to return to Casterly Rock but she refuses, she is the Queen after all" He said he glanced at Mace Tyrell as he dug in to an Ostrich egg "I can assume that you have a few Ladies in mind to assume the role of Queen" Asked Tyrion with a raised eyebrow Olenna just gave a shrug "I know a few ladies who I think would be suitable brides for the King" She said with a shrewd looked on her aged face.

"I have a few suggestions of arranging for Robert to meet these Ladies as well as bringing the idea to the council" She said as she waved over a servant to pour some wine "We will discuss it tomorrow" She said as the wine was poured Tyrion nodded he looked at Willas who was eating some Swan "Your marriage to Lady Sansa is due in a few months is it not Willas" Asked Tyrion.

Willas looked up from his Swan and nodded "Yes in about three months we are to marry at the Great Sept of Balor" He said a soft blush touched his cheeks.

"Are you going straight to Kings-Landing? Or stopping else where" Asked Garlan as he sipped his wine.

"We plan on stopping off at Tarth for a few days before we head towards King-Landing, I wrote to Sunspear stating that I was worried about the sudden change of temperature could affect the pregnancy, so rather the risk the babe we will not be stopping at Sunspear but promised to stop by when we return to Castamere next year, Prince Doran wrote back saying that I was right to be concerned about the pregnancy and that it was very warm in Dorne, he is looking forward to us visiting next year" He said.

Garlan leaned forward and almost whispered "Does the Giants tonic really work?" He asked Tyrion smiled "We were married for almost five years with no pregnancy, after drinking the tonic Margery went on to bare twins followed by our Daughter" He said Garlan looked at his wife who was talking to a cousin "My wife and I have been married for almost five years and we have had no children, maybe we should try this Giants tonic, would it be possible for you to get me some?" He asked.

Tyrion smiled at his Good Brother "I'll ask Wun Wun to make some upon our return to Kings-Landing and I can give it to you when you come for the wedding" Said Tyrion, Garlan gave a smile and nodded.

"Though you could ask the Giants that are here in the Reach why haven't you?" Asked Tyrion, Garlan blushed "He doesn't speak the tongue of the Giants, in fact no one does" Said Willas, Tyrion blinked "How do they trade, or bring forward any problems they may have?" He asked Willas sighed "I think one of them, the elder I believe speaks Andale or least a rough Andale, they manage to get by and we have had no complaints by the small folk, though that could be in fear on their part" Said Willas as though the sudden idea that their people may have a complaints about the Giants but the fear of the Giants sheer size and strength probably kept them quite.

"I could speak with the Giants if you like, to see if there are any complaints" He said Willas and Garlan looked at each other then at Tyrion and nodded "That would be most appreciated Brother" Said Willas.

Next Day.

Margery lay in bed filling terrible as every smell seemed to turn her stomach, the Maester assured both Tyrion and Lady Alerie that Margery and the babe was fine, he hinted to Lady Alerie that she herself was just the same when she was with child.

Tyrion softly wiped Margery's fore head after she was sick again, he then kissed her forehead "I'm going with your Brothers to talk with the Giants to make sure everything is alright" Said Tyrion "Your Brother Garlan has hinted that he wants to try the Giants tonic" He whispered Margery chuckled though Lady Alerie snorted at the idea of using such thing.

Tyrion rubbed her belly as though trying to ease her illness "Maybe the Giants have a tonic to ease your sickness?" He said Margery smiled "It is no worse then my last two pregnancy's my love" She said as she placed her hand over his "All I need is a cold compress, and rest I will be fine" She assured Tyrion.

Tyrion nodded and kissed her forehead again and the rested his forehead ageist hers for short while before he pulled away "Don't worry so much" She told him as she held his hand ageist her belly Tyrion smiled at her "I can't promise but I can try" He said as he softly rubbed her belly under her hand, Margery smiled at him "That is all I ask" She said softly

After a few short moments Tyrion left too meet with the Giants.

Two hours later the Giants colony.

Willas could only stare as he saw the Mammoths plough a field, he could see the dark rich soil, he heard a thump he looked around and could only blink as what could only be described as thick tree trunk was hammered in to the ground by a Giants clinched fist.

"Its rude to stare" Said Tyrion, Willas blinked again and looked down at him and nodded "Of course" He said his eyes drifted over to the Mammoths that were dragging trees, what really surprised him was the sight of several Giants planting saplings to replace trees that had been cut down.

"Do you know what they are building?" Willas asked he could now see that several tall trunks were ether already hammered into the ground or was being hammered in to the ground.

"I'll ask" Said Tyrion before he stepped forward and called up to the Giant who was just finishing hammering in the trunk "What are you building Friend!" He called up, the Giant turned and looked down at him "I heard you were here Little Lion Lord" Said the Giant with a smile on his large face.

"As to your question it will be a meeting hall for the tribe, who are these two?" Asked the Giant as he indicated to Willas and Garlan who were staring at Tyrion in surprise.

"These are the older Son's of Mace of Clan Tyrell, Willas the first born and Garlan" Said Tyrion as he pointed out each of the Brothers, the Giant looked at the pair and seemed to study them "They are the offspring of the Fat Oaf? They must take after their Grand Dam" He said Tyrion chuckled "Yes the brains seemed to have missed a generation, where is the chieftain?" Said Tyrion, the Giant half turned "The chief is over there" He said pointing over to a group of Giants who were talking and pointing in different directions "We will talk later Little Lion Lord at the feast" Said the Giant with a nod, Tyrion knew that it was not a question, Giants loved to talk about almost anything, Tyrion nodded "Of course, I will leave you to your work then" Called Tyrion the Giant grunted a fare well he bent over and picked up another thick trunk then placed it a few feet away from the other trunk, he then raised a fist a began to hammer it into the ground.

Willas and Garlan quickly followed after Tyrion as he headed towards the group of Giants.

"What are they building?" Asked Willas as he panted to catch up Tyrion slowed to allow Willas to catch up, "He said it was a meeting hall for the tribe" Said Tyrion, Garlan looked at the various Giants "They don't seem to have permeant accommodation only the meeting hall seems to be a permeant structure" Said Garlan, Tyrion nodded "The Giant are nomads, they travel their territories with their herds of mammoths planting crops as they go, so that when they move from one area to another each area has enough crops for when they return, though they only have one meeting hall which is in the centre of their territory not unlike the Dothraki, though unlike the Dothraki they don't raid" Said Tyrion.

Willas was fascinated, as he followed Tyrion he looked at a herd of Mammoth that were grazing on the thick long grass, his mind already working with plans of breeding Mammoths, they were strong enough to pull stone blocks that would take a team of six large draft horses.

"Would the Giants be adverse to allowing us to breed Mammoths for our selves?" Asked Willas.

Tyrion looked up at Willas "I don't see why not the Mammoths are not sacred to the Giants, I can ask them though, they may trade a few of the younger ones for seed or something, though they want very little as they can get much of what they need from the land" Said Tyrion.

That afternoon.

A large fire roared as the Giants roasted vegetables, roots and fungus's, Tyrion, Willas and Garlan sat next to each other with thin round stone plats on their laps, Willas was slowly picking up a few words of the Giants, he was surprised to hear that the Giants had no real complaints and after a word with the small folk who lived in a near by village found that the small folk had an agreement with the Giants, they would provide mammoth manure to help with their crops as well as allow the small folk some of their harvest if their own harvest were poor, also the very sight of the Giants seem to discourage brigands and raiders from attacking them.

Tyrion felt him self rise up and down as the Giant he spoke to earlier sat next to him on a log that he dragged over.

After awhile Tyrion was acting as translator for Willas as the pair started talking of mammoths, the Giant agreed to trade Willas several of the young mammoths who were old enough to leave their Mothers in exchange for oil for torches.

Garlan was given a tall flask of tonic.

Tyrion spoke to a old female Giant who was considered a Wise woman of the tribe, he asked her if she knew of any tonic that could settle Margery sickness, the ancient Giantess smiled as she asked him if Margery was with child, Tyrion nodded, the Giantess smiled and told him that there was no tonic only time would help it was just her bodies reaction to having a babe in her womb.

Several hours later Highgarden.

Tyrion softly entered his rooms, he looked at Margery.

She seemed asleep.

He softly walked over to the bed.

"Your back" Said Margery as she opened her eyes "Did I wake you?" Asked Tyrion, Margery shook her head.

"No" She said.

"How are you feeling now?, any better?" He asked Margery smiled at him and nodded "I feel much better" Answered Margery.

"Come to bed" She said softly, Tyrion smiled and nodded at her as he pulled off his cloths and pulled on a prepared night shirt.

He then climb up on to the bed and settled next Margery.

With a sigh of contentment Margery lay her head on Tyrion's chest, Tyrion softly stroked her arm "Willas has acquired several young Mammoths, he's going to try a breed them, he said he could see them vastly improving the quantity of limber and stone transportation as well as construction works in the future" Said Tyrion softly, Margery nodded "My Father is going on a hunt tomorrow I think he wants to show off his new hunting lodge" She whispered Tyrion nodded "Thumper needs a good run" He said softly "I think Randel Tarly and his Son will be going as well" Said Margery, Tyrion frowned "Samwell?, I thought he was in the North with his wife Gilly and Little Sam?" He said Margery smiled "Sam is, this is Randyll's second Son Dickon" She said Tyrion laughed, Margery slapped his chest softly.

"I've got a feeling that Bronn is going to want to go to show up all us fancy folk" He said Margery chuckled as she snuggled into his chest soon silence filled the room as the couple let sleep claim them.

Next day.

Tyrion entered the court yard, there were several horses saddled up and waiting for their riders, Lord Randyll Tarly stood off to the side with several other men looking as arrogant as he had been in the time before, Tyrion shook his head and continued walking, his lips quirked as he saw the look on Randyll's face when Pod brought Thumper out, with Bronn following off to the side.

"Lord Tyrion, are you ready for the days hunt?" Asked Randyll as he noticed Tyrion, "I'm not much into hunting for sport, My Lord Tarly" He said as he fussed with Thumper and feed him come corn, "Besides I have my man here do my killing for me" He said as he indicated to Bronn who smirked at Tarly.

Tyrion saw a flash of annoyance.

A few minutes later, Lord Mace Tyrell walked out in to the court yard, followed by Garlan.

"Welcome My Lords!" Called the fat flower as his Squire came forward with his horse.

Tyrion glanced up to the room that he and Margery were using, he smiled when he saw Margery standing on the balcony with a shawl draped over her shoulders, Margery smiled down at him and gave him a wave which Tyrion returned.

After a few more moments they were off.

A short time later.

Tyrion could feel Dickon looking at him, "If you have a question, ask it " Said Tyrion with out turning around.

He smirked as he heard Dickon's horse speed up, soon the horse was besides Thumper who turned his head to glare at the horse and rider, but a twitch of the reins prevented the grumpy Ostrich from trying to bite either horse or rider.

"I was wondering My Lord can you ride a horse?" Asked the youngest Tarly, Tyrion looked up at Dickon "Sorry to offend" He said Tyrion gave a shrug "Non taken, as to your question, yes I can ride a horse, but I prefer riding Thumper, if I fall I'm less likely to break my neck and if Thumper steps on me he'll not crush or break anything other then probable badly bruise me, that said it is more dangerous to ride Morning" He said with a grin at the younger man "Morning, My Lord?" He asked Tyrion grinned t him even more "Morning, my Dragon she gives me the honour of riding her, if I fall off her I would die especially if I fall off in mid flight" He chuckled Dickon blinked several times in shock.

After a few moments of silence Dickon spoke again "But why not ride a mule or a pony?" Asked the young Lord.

Tyrion looked at the younger man and raised an eyebrow "I am a Lannister" He said.

Dickon blinked several times, it almost made Tyrion laugh, the look on Dickon's face as he thought of Tyrion's answer.

"Of course My Lord" Said Dickon as he blushed deeply.

Tyrion grinned at the younger man.

Highgarden.

Margery sat in one of the gardens enjoying a cool breeze, she knew Tyrion took no joy in hunting for sport, but knew that while they were in Highgarden it would be rude not to except her Fathers invite.

Margery sighed softly as she stroked the slight swell of her belly "I hear I am once more to be a Great grandfather?" Said a voice Margery smiled and turned around in her chair "Grandfather!" She called as she stood and approached as she saw Leyton Hightower, Voice of Oldtown, Lord of the Port, Lord of the High Tower, Defender of the Citadel, Beacon of the South, and often called The Old Man of Oldtown.

Leyton smiled and hugged Margery "Sit, sit" He waved at the chair.

"Why are you here, you never leave your tower?" Asked Margery as she waved to a servant to brig wine.

Leyton got comfortable as the wine was poured and waited for the servant to finish before he started.

Once the servant had poured the wine he bowed and lift.

Margery looked at her Grandfather and waited for him to answer her question.

He sighed deeply as he sipped his wine "Are you familiar with the Poor Fellows and the Warrior's Sons?" He asked.

Margery blinked a little surprised at the question.

She nodded "Yes I am, Tyrion has many books on history some dating back to the first decades of the Targaryen's rule, why?" She asked.

Leyton sighed again "It seems a religious faction has reason up that seems to be a blending of these two factions, they call themselves the Sparrows" Said Leyton as he sipped his wine.

Margery sipped her mulled wine, it took all her will power not to react to the mention of the Sparrows "If I remember correctly wasn't the Warrior's Sons and the Poor Fellows outlawed by Maegor the Cruel?" She said.

Leyton smiled at her proudly, Margery returned the smile and gave a shrug "Tyrion loves to read when his duty's permit him to do so, sometimes I peruse his many volumes of books if I am bored and want to be alone" Said Margery.

Leyton sipped his wine once more "You are right the Poor Fellows and the Warrior's Sons were outlawed unfortunately the Sparrows have not been, and so far they have done nothing unlawful, they attend the poor, their leader whom they call the High Sparrow gives sermons."

"But what he preaches could very well lead people to be unlawful, The High Septon of the Starry Sept is getting a little worried about the Sparrows, lately his sermons have been going on about the Free Folk and the Giants coming south with their Old Gods and converting people to the old religion, some of the things he's saying is almost encouraging his followers to burn the Weir woods, to appease the Seven, I have even placed guards around the Weir wood groves" He said.

"He has also been preaching that Queen Cersei is committing greaves sins ageist the Gods by laying with men not her husband, the realms knows that she has recently born yet more Bastards by another man" He continued.

Margery was surprised "What do you think Tyrion can do?" She asked Leyton smiled at her "He has the ear of the King as well as the Hand himself who is in fact a follower of the Old Gods, it would be best if they are informed of these Sparrows now rather then when they have made their way down to Kings-Landing" Said Leyton.

Margery nodded, she sipped her wine "Will you be going to Kings-Landing then?" She asked Leyton nodded "Yes, I will make a report to the Small Council my self, this High Sparrow has also been preaching about Lord Stannis's wife the Lady Kinvara and her heathen God the Lord of light as well" He said.

Margery had meet the small red haired woman who had gone on to bear Stannis two more Son's as well as a Daughter most recently, the second born Brother of King Robert had been named as Master of Ships after the pervious Master died of a Winter chill a few months before, the stern Baratheon Brother also seemed to keep his Brother in line when Tyrion was not there to handle the Kings purse and mange his House hold.

Margery raised an eyebrow "There is something else isn't there?" She said Leyton sighed deeply and nodded.

"Yes it seems the Sparrows know about Lord Renly's preferences to young men, Loras among them" He said Margery sighed deeply.

"Have they made any moves yet towards Renly or Loras?" She asked Leyton shook his head "Not yet, but it is only a matter of time" He said.

Margery sighed deeply, she had hoped with everything being so different now that the Sparrows would not rise, yet they had.

Signing once more, she looked at her maternal Grandfather "Will you company Tyrion and my self" She asked, Leyton smiled and shook his head "No my dear the sea rarely agrees with me, no I shall take the Rose Road then the Kings Road, by the time I arrive no doubt you and Lord Tyrion will also be arriving" He said before he sipped his wine.

Margery smiled softly, she looked towards the window she swore by all the Gods that she would not allow the High Sparrow to gain any power, she would make doubly sure that Cersei would never meet the fanatical leader, she would protect her Brother despite himself.

FINISHED!

There will be a sequel to this, I will update Roar and Fire at some point I have abandoned none of my stories, I am being inspired by several alternate history/time travel stories my stories will of course be Tyrion centred sorry I cant help my self, all mistakes are mine please review no flames please I know Tywin is different but this is just fiction.

Please watch out for my future stories if you have any Tyrion pairings that has never been done (No M/M sorry) let me know.