Roslyn Arryn was taken in by her Aunt Catelyn stark at a young age. She had always been facinated by their Bastard son, Jon snow. They had been lifelong sweethearts.
What happens when the king appoints Ned stark as hand of the king and Roslyn is for...
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I rushed back to the tournament grounds, Jamie was angry. I would be killed if anyone overheard that conversation, queen or not. "Lady Roslyn!" A voice calls out to me as I sit next to Septa, I turn and see Joffrey. "Come sit up here!" He calls out and I smile before getting up. "Your grace." I say bowing at the king, who gives me a quick nod. "Tell your Uncle to stop calling me fat." He says laughing pointing at Uncle Ned. "Oh uncle! Don't be so horrible!" I say laughing too before taking my seat next to Joffrey. "Enjoying the games?" Joffrey questions, eyes glimmering. He knew I wasn't enjoying it, he knew that he was one of my men. "Very much so." I say putting on a fake smile. "Ah uncle Jamie! Please sit!" Joffrey says as Jamie comes over, annoyed to see me there. "It appears that my seat is occupied." He says, gesturing at me, but not looking at me. "There is a spare seat next to me Uncle Jamie!" Princess Marcella says, moving over to make space between me and her, meaning Jamie would be sitting right next to me. "Thank you Marcella." He says smiling down at her before sitting down. "Ser Jamie." I mutter as he sits down, getting no reply. Luckily I'm saved the awkwardness as the next competitor comes out. "The Knight of Flowers? Really?" I say raising my eyebrow to Joffrey, who gives a mocking laugh. "I know, he has no chance." Joffrey says and I laugh too. He goes over with a rose in his hand and hands it to Sansa, she looks awestruck. "Thank you Ser Loras." She says sweetly, looking up at him. I hear people betting, mostly the kings brother Lord Renly Baratheon. He is convinced Ser Loras will win. Little finger is convinced he will lose. "I bet that The mountain wins. I shall bid 10 golden dragons." I say to Lord Renly who looks amused. "I shall take that bet! 110 Golden Dragons between you both! Whatever shall I buy?" He exclaims. I laugh. "A dozen barrels of Dornish wine." I input and he looks amused again. "Or a girl from the pleasure houses of Lys?" Little finger inputs, gaining a laugh from Renly. "If you win, perhaps you shall buy a friend." Renly says and I laugh. "If only. Ser Loras cannot best the mountain. He shall die." I input before getting into the match. I could not have been more wrong. Ser Loras was amazing. He nearly dodged the mountains attacks, and instead of going for the mountain, he went for the horse. I guess what they say is right, speed and swiftness over strength. "Such a shame, it would have been so nice for you to have a friend." Lord Renly says laughing as Ser Loras takes his bow. "You have bested me Lord Renly." I say laughing too, Littlefinger looks annoyed. "And tell me Lord Renly, when will you be having your friend?" He reply's, gaining no reply from Renly. That was odd. "Loras knew his mare was in heat. Quite crafty, reaIIy." I whisper to Joffrey, who was watching my betting in awe. "There is no honour in tricks." Joffrey replies. "No honour, but a bunch of gold. Most men don't fight with honour." I whisper back, gaining a grunt from Jamie. I'm about to ask for his input when the mountain goes for Ser Loras. Someone's a sore loser. Before it can escalate, the hound quickly interferes, he must have been waiting for this moment for years. "Stop this madness in the name of your king! Let him go!" The king yells and the mountain walks away angrily, leaving a beaten Hound and Ser Loras.
The atmosphere at dinner was highly cheerful. Everyone was raving about the tournament that afternoon, we had all gathered in the great hall for dinner. I had the honour of sitting at the king's table. "So lady Roslyn, did you know much of your father?" The king asks as we all tuck into our food. "No my king, he and my mother abandoned me at a young age, they never wanted a girl. I was lucky really, if Uncle Ned and his family was not visiting, I would have most likely been on the streets." I say nodding at Ned, who was looking at me with love in his eyes, he truly raised me at one of his own. "Jon never spoke about you." The king says, unsympathetically. "I suppose he wouldn't have anything to say about me." I say quickly, deciding to tuck into my food. "I was there when you were born, he was my hand at the time, 17 years he was my hand. You were an ugly baby." The king says, roaring with laughter. "So I have been told." I say forcing out a laugh. I feel a hand on my thigh from under the table, a sympathetic hand. I turn and see that Jamie was sitting next to me, trying to look stern, but under the table he was sympathising with me. I put my free hand under the table and place it on top of Jamie's, where he instantly grabs it. I don't let go. We stay like that for the rest of dinner, waiting for a chance to escape.
The food is removed and the dancing starts, drinks are poured, music is playing. Ned is up dancing with Sansa, even the queen is dancing with the king. Tommen and Marcella are dancing happily together, Joffrey has even entertained himself with the wife of Renly, Lady Margery. I decided to excuse myself into the hallways, where I knew Jamie would follow me. "Roslyn." He whispers from behind me, as I enter a secluded part of the hallway. "Jamie." I whisper turning to look at him. "Not enjoying the party?" He says going closer to me. "Not my scene." I say, showing no protest to his movements. "Will you accompany me somewhere?" He says holding out a hand, I accept. "I never thought I would see the day you stop rejecting me Roslyn." He whispers as we walk up a few flights of stairs, when we enter the chambers of Jamie Lannister. "Neither did I" I whisper into his ear as he leads me into his chamber. "Don't marry him." He whispers into my ear, flipping me over so that my back is against his chest. "Jamie." I whisper eagerly, this isn't a want, it's a need. He gets the hint and begins to trace his hands up my back, before ripping the back of my dress, leaving an exposed back. I turn around to face him and smile, letting his hands to the work as he pulls my dress down from my shoulders, allowing me to step out of it. Revealing myself in all of my glory. "Wow." He whispers, before quickly unbuckling his belt. I stare in awe, and I thought Jon's was big. "It's rude to stare." He says grinning at my face. "I am never rude." I say looking at him grinning too. He goes over to me and kisses me roughly, somehow it feels good, passionate even. I can't bear pulling away. We hold the kiss as he lifts me up and carries me to his bed, throwing me on-top of it. "You sure?" He whispers in my ear, his hair falling into my bear breasts. "Never felt more sure of anything in my life." I say grabbing his chin and forcing him to look in my eyes. He takes climbs above me, thrusting himself into me. It feels amazing, without realising it I find myself grabbing onto his hair, causing him to laugh slightly, I could tell he was concentrating. "Jamie." I moan quietly, causing him to look up and grin at me, before thrusting harder. I arch my hips in pleasure, giving him more access to me as his free hand comes up and cups my breast, thumb caressing the tip, causing me to moan slightly. He decided he doesn't like this position and flips me over, so I'm on my all fours, he stands up and thrusts it in harder, causing me to moan in pleasure even more. This goes on for many minutes, until we're both finished, finished and content. We sit there laying on his bed, catching our breath when we hear a knock at the door. "Yes my Queen." I hear a guard say, I snap into action and grab my dress and hide under the bed, just in time as Cersei enters. "Jamie what are you doing?" Cersei says to Jamie. "I wasn't enjoying the party, wasn't my scene." He says, putting his clothes back on. "No need to put them back on." Cersei says, rubbing his cock seductively. What the fuck am I witnessing?!? "No Cersei." He protests. "Don't tell me it's that Arryn girl." Cersei says breaking her hand away from him. "No Cersei!" He says back to her, wrapping his hands against her waist. "Then what is it! What is so special about her! Our son is so enamoured by her! It ruined our alignment with the stark's!" Cersei yells. "She is still a stark! She was raised as one! Joffrey will be happy with her. She will be a great queen." Jamie says, everything he said to convince me to leave with him crushed, he fucks his sister? And Joffrey is his son? "I don't want you talking to her, you are in love with her! You should only have eyes for me Jamie!" Cersei yells, I hear Jamie sigh. "Not tonight Cersei." Jamie says and I hear Cersei leave. I wait a few moments before getting out from under the bed. "Roslyn-" Jamie stars and I interrupt. "You fucked your twin sister?" I yell, disgust radiating off me. "Roslyn please!" He yells back as I put my clothes back on. "You were never going to run away with me." I yell again, turning to look at him with anger in my eyes. "Roslyn- I meant if I really meant it." He says putting his hands on my cheeks. "Don't fucking touch me." I whisper, pulling my face away. "Roslyn-" he starts again. "Don't, just don't. You have lead me on. You were here fucking your sister this whole time, my fiancé is your son! Is the prince and princess your children too?" I say, tears forming in my eyes when he nods. "You stay away from me. Don't talk to me, don't even acknowledge me. I am marrying your son. I will be queen. And my first command will be that your exiled from kings landing!" I yell before running out of the room in tears.
