Hands To Myself / Ned Stark / Jon Snow / Elia Martell

31. Petyr's Chance

Lena's eyes watch Jon as he sunk down beside her. He took the bowl of popcorn in her lap and set it on the table in front of them.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Removing all the obstacles, so I have optimal access." Jon answered, he leaned in, kissing the sides of her cheek and jaw. Her arms wrapped around his body, and her head dipped back. His lips trail down her skin.

"Do you always use words like 'optimal' when you're making out?" she laughed out.

"Are we making out?" He asked between kisses.

"We're not playing Pass the Apple." she agreed still laughing.

"Are you sure? It felt a lot like this." He countered teasingly. He heard the soft whispers of her laughter, and suddenly he had to kiss her. His lips moved to her mouth, and he didnt even bother taking his time with this kiss. He had to have her.

He pressed a small kiss to her cheek, then to the edge of her jaw. She tilted her neck, hoping his kisses continue their path. He continued kissing the side of her neck—softly, sweetly. They had all the time in the world, they would be wed.

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Meanwhile at the capital Sansa was thrilled to be marrying Joffrey she couldnt wait for the day she bled. She knew Lena complained about her bleedings but that was because she didnt have the incentive of being queen once it came.

Catelyn loved the south. She wondered how she survived so long in the north. She could truly feel the sun on her face. Petyr was a familiar face one she didnt expect to be glad to see but she was.

Petyr was extatic. Not only were catelyn and ned a moon away but catelyn couldnt stop grumbling about Ned and how he wasnt a good man. He seemed a smart man to reject roberts offer but petyr cradled catelyn to him. Hoping this was their chance once and for all.

Tywin groaned at the thought of being roberts hand. No one in their right mind would work under robert. Whores excluded. But cersei begged her fathet. Tywin agreed if he didnt have to rule in that fat lazy tards name for long. Cersei smirked back at him.

Killing robert was the plan all along.

"The enemy was right there in the open, vicious as you like, all but sending you a bloody invitation. Nothing like today." Robert declared. Their hunt was less than fuitful so far.

"Sounds exhilarating." Renly mused.

" Exhilarating, yes. Not as exhilarating as those balls and masquerades you like to throw." He laughed out "You ever fucked a Riverlands girl?"

"Once, I think." Renly lied.

"You think? I think you'd remember. Back in our day, you weren't a real man until you fucked a girl from each of the Seven Kingdoms and the Riverlands. We called it "making the eight." Robert cackled out. Renly was bored out of his mind. The capital was infested with Lannisters since tywin became hand. Tyrion arrived back and renly wished to go home but loras was here for the tournament and renly refused to leave him with all these handsome knights strutting around like roosters.

"Those were some lucky girls." Renly offered with a sigh.

"You ever make the eight, Barristan?" Robert questioned.

"I don't believe so, your Grace."

"Those were the days!" Robert laughed out.

"What days were those? The ones where half of Westeros fought the other half and millions died? Or before that, when the Mad King slaughtered women and babies because the voices in his head told him they deserved it? Or way before that when dragons burned whole cities to the ground?" Renly questioned beazenly.

"Easy, boy. You might be my brother, but you're speaking to the King.'' Robert sneered.

"I suppose it was all rather heroic. If you were drunk enough and had some poor Riverlands whore to shove your price inside and make the eight." Renly offered rolling his eyes.

"More wine, your Grace?" Lancel questioned again and again and again.

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"Im glad you are here. Its nice having another woman I can... Trust at the capital." Cersei offered. Catelyn beamed back at her.

"I am so glad you feel that way!" Catelyn agreed.

"Do you... miss home?"

"Havent thought of winterfell once." Catelyn corrected.

"Zaria is growing so big already." Lena remarked as zaria crawled around chasing after Ghost.

"She is going to be taller than me!" Faolan exclaimed laughing out.

"Avalon careful." Robb declared as avalon sniffed zaria tipping her over. Zaria lay on her back smiling up at avalon. Avalon licked zarias face and Zarias eyes went wide her mouth opened a wail they thought about to escape her but she shrieked out with laughter.

"She is a wolf." Lena agreed.

"Okay im confused still." Bran remarked. "Is father taking princess elia as a second wife since mother left with sansa forever?"

"Thats actually a good idea." Arya remarked. Everyone looked to her. "What? Mother was a pain. I will be the first to shout it from the rooftops." Arya assured. "Oberyn is training me. I never want them to leave."

"What about mother?" Bran questioned. "Is she gone forever?"

"Would that make you sad?" Lena questioned hugging bran to her. He shrugged debating.

"Maybe." Bran offered.

"Warm fresh cookies and nice cold milk, who wants one?" Elia questioned holding out a plate of cookies.

"Its the middle of the day." Bran remarked jumping up.

"Is there a certain time designated for cookies?" Elia questioned confused as bran grabbed two.

"You can marry my father. I give you my blessing." Bran agreed shoving a cookie in his mouth. Elia looked to lena as she scooped up Zaria.

"Blessing huh? What are you all talking about?" Elia questioned.

"We are in the season of love."