"Out." Robert demanded. "Time to give me another son." Maeve looked to Jorah, he didn't leave. "OUT MORMONT!" Robert demanded already pulling at his pants.
"A drink?" maeve questioned.
"Fine, hurry the fuck up. You get out!" Robert shouted Jorah watched maeve move to the bedside table pulling out a little vial.
"Your grace?" Jorah questioned.
"Thank you Ser Jorah." Maeve said with a nod.
"Good night your grace." Jorah headed out slowly, he didn't know what Maeve had up her sleeve but he didn't want to subject her to Robert's abusive grip. Maeve poured a bit of the powder in the goblet, then some more, she didn't know how much so put in. Robert had gained weight since they were wed. He was looking more and more like a bear. He sat, fucked whores ate and drank. Ned did the real ruling as Hand of the king. Maeve handed him the glass and he drank it down quickly.
"Is the queen inside?" Ned asked coming up to the door. Jorah gave him a pinched look. "What?"
"The king is with her." Jorah seethed.
"What?" Ned took a step towards the door.
"She doesn't want us there." Jorah whispered.
"I don't care. She needs me." Ned told him.
"She needs me, not you." Jorah corrected and Ned scoffed. "What are you going to do?" Jorah countered. "Knock out your king or get killed in the process?"
Robert didn't seem effected. Maeve cursed silently as she fumbled with her dress. Robert reached for her ripping it, Maeve shrieked out but Robert kept going, then he felt very light headed he kept a tight hold on her but he didn't look there. Jorah opened the door at Maeve's shriek as Robert collapsed on top of Maeve. Ned stared down at her.
"Get this oaf off of me!" Maeve demanded. Ned pulled Robert off and Maeve panted for breath.
"Did you...' Ned began.
"I don't think so." Maeve muttered wrapping a blanket around her, her dress ripped open, ruined, something, another thing Robert didn't seem to care about.
"What did you do?' Jorah questioned looking her over. "are you alright?" his hands ran under her blanket checking for wounds.
"I'm fine." Maeve told them. "I'm... the king drank too much." Maeve told them. "He fell into his cups... please have his guards bring him back to his chambers for the night." Maeve instructed calmly.
"Yes your grace." Jorah agreed.
"Party in here?" John asked peering in. "Damn Maeve, about damn time gorgeous." Maeve couldn't help but laugh. "We burying the body?"
"He's not dead." Maeve told him mostly confident.
"I can fix that." John told her as though Jorah and Ned were not in the room right now.
"You are lucky these two adore me." Maeve told him "Or else you would be in trouble."
"Why?" John countered. "I am faithful to my rightful queen."
"Get your brothers and bring the king back to his room." Ned instructed. John nodded calling to Arthur at the end of the hall.
"Ha, excellent work Maeve, we burying the body?" Arthur asked but Robert let out a snore and his smile fell.
"Wonderful!" Tommy exclaimed. "Long live the que-'
'Hes not dead." John informed him and Tommy kicked at Robert's leg. He grunted form the ground. Tommy looked to Maeve.
"Polly?"
"She didn't provide instructions." Maeve remarked. "I just sort of... poured it in. I didn't want to risk it not working." Maeve said innocently and Ned stared at her confused.
"What?" Ned questioned as John and Arthur dragged the king out of the room. Bumping his head against the wall and the door very aggressively as they moved.
"Let me see it." Tommy requested and Maeve moved to the vial handing it over. Tommy opened it giving it a whiff. "Fuck this is strong stuff."
"What is it?" Maeve countered "I didn't ask questions." She remarked softly.
"Tansy, sourleaf..." Tommy smirked.
"What?" Maeve asked.
"Basilisk blood.... Dried and ground in a mortar and pestle. Blended up-' tommy went on but Ned started shaking his head.
"Basilisk blood?' Ned questioned. "Isnt that deadly?"
"The tansy and sour leaf lessen its effects makes it more of a sedative. Especially in a size this small." Tommy assured holding up the vial.
"Fucking hell hes heavy." John groaned as they continued. "Fuck... Tommy stairs!" John shouted.
"Shove him down." Maeve suggested Tommy smirked.
"Best that's not screamed down the halls." Tommy remarked. "Goodnight my queen."
"Thank you Tommy." Maeve called after him.
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King of my Heart // Ned Stark // Jorah Mormont
FanfictionMaeve Targaryen was the bastard of the family. Living in the castle when Roberts rebellion took root. Instead of killing Maeve he forced her to Marry him. 🐉 "Be a dragon." 🐺 And all at once you are the one I have been waiting for. King of my he...
