Much like his mother, Leo was beautiful. Though he was much better at manipulation, no matter if they were women, men or even the gods. He was able to bend them all to his will. With a flash of bright green eyes and hair as dark as night, high cheek...
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To say Cersei did everything in her power to be sure Leo turned out nothing like his father would be an understatement. She raised him to be cunning, to take what he wanted with a smile on his pretty face. To the people, he was an angel, to those he could use to achieve his goals he was pure pleasure. To his mother, he was her puppet and to his father, he was the strapping brave and kind future king. To the future, he was a ruler hiding more madness behind captivating green eyes than the Mad King could dream of. He was heaven and hell.
Rolling out of a bed full of naked bodies and new information to the sound of death bells was something Leo was used to. Men and women lay satisfied in a sweaty heap as he dressed neatly for the day. His skin was still sticky with sweat as he tightened the corset like tunic that hugged snuggly to his firm waist. His head held high and a calming smile on his lips as he walked ghost like through the halls not a sound to be heard when his booted feet hit the stone floor. Agile like a cat but his presence demanded attention. "Sad day, oh sad sad day." A mocking tone left him as he approached his mother and uncle as they looked over the body of the late Hand of the King. "You smell of wine and sex." Cersei clicked her tongue at her eldest son and she brushed back some of his loose hair. "Yes, well that was the price to kill the old man." He told her as he loosely wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and rested his chin on her shoulder. A dull ache shot up his spine and he bent forward slightly due to the difference in height and promiscuous games he had played the night before. "Who was it?" Jamie asked as he rested a soft hand on the top of his nephew's head. "Turns out his crazed wife Lysa has a thing for Petyr Baelish, Petyr Baelish is so power hungry he's sleeping with the hag. Jon Arryn found out your naughty little secret so I placed a few deadly ideas in their minds. Lysa believes she is free to love the man she oh so desires far away from the capital and Petyr believes this will give him a higher standing in this wonderful game." Leo told them with a lazy sigh. "Good boy." Cersei told him sweetly. "When I die, I will curse anyone who tries to cover my pretty face with those ugly stones." Leo told his mother and uncle. His nose scrunching up in distaste as he took in the poorly painted eyes. "Go bathe yourself." Cersei told him playfully as she pushed him away. She tried to keep her expression light but in reality, anxiety crept inside of her at his joke of death. He was her greatest creation, nothing would take him from her.
Leo stood glaring at the sun as his father was helped on his horse. "You'll go blind." Robert called out to him out of breath. "What's it like?" Leo asked him as he lifted himself into his saddle with ease. "Cold, barren, boring." Robert answered him. Despite his lack of interest in Leo's sibling Robert idealized his eldest son. He saw him as nothing less than perfect. "Nothing good about it?" Leo sasses back with a cheeky smile. "Soft pale skin of a whore and strong wine." Robert laughed loudly. Leo laughed back at the poor excuse of a joke as the party started moving forward.
Leo had to give himself praise for riding his horse as long as he did. He found himself flat on the roof of the wheelhouse only a few days out from Winterfell. It wasn't as easy as it looked with the dome of the roof and the rough roads but it didn't stop the Baratheon from drifting off with the violent rocking. He was less than pleased when he was woken by a sharp pain radiating from the side of his head. The perfectly tossed pebble thrown by Jamie getting caught in the thick strands of black hair. "You are very funny, remind me again why people like you." He groaned out as he sat up to glare at his grinning uncle. "We are stopping for the night." Jamie told him. "Good, I'm starving." Leo said as he jumped down from the roof stumbling slight on the uneven ground. "Pathetic." Joffrey mumbled to himself as Leo stumbled. A harsh pinch from his elder brother brought tears to the blonde's eye. "It's quite easy to sever a tongue." Leo hissed harshly in his younger brother's ear. The little color Joffrey had to offer in his already pale face quickly left as his brother's words. His memory going back to the time he had watched his older brother sneer at a screaming women as he cut out her tongue haunted his mind. She had broken a cup he was fond of then called him a child for being upset over it. The future king had her pinned to the ground almost as fast as the words had left her lips. He had only been 10 at the time but even then he was good at spinning things his way. Joffrey remembered being amazed as his brother's cruel face melting into one of pain as he stabbed the bloody knifed into his own leg before removing it just as the door opened revealing their parents and a few guards. Leo called out for his mother large fake tears streaming down his bloody face. He cried out that she had broken his cup and attacked him when he tried to help her clean it up. He spun the story as some freak accident that happened when he tried to defend himself. Joffrey was frightened by his brother and confirmed his story while the tongueless woman was unable to defend herself and she gagged on her own blood. Since that day he has been terrified to anger his brother.
The last few days of the journey were cold and wet and the snow melted against Leo's heated skin. He was annoyed and fed up by the time they passed trough the gates of Winterfell. His riding leathers chafed the love bitten skin of his inner thighs. Jamie smirked to himself as he watched his nephew's tired face morph into one of poise. Leo had lifted his chin slightly and let an easy smile brighten his beautiful features. He looked more like a king now than his father ever had before him. As Robert dismounted his horse with the help of a step and a few squires Leo slid off the side of his saddle, with wide commanding steps he made it to the side of the carriage just in time for the door to be opened. He smiled and bowed at his younger sister and he helped her down the narrow steps keeping his grimace at bay as Tommon splashed a bit of mud on the bottom of his cloak as he jumped from the wheelhouse. "The color is dark, it won't stain." Cersei told him as she looped her arm around the one he offered her. "Children are disgusting, why did you have so many of them?" He asked her as they made their way to the Stark family. "Preservation." She answered him simply before falling quiet as they got in earshot of people. Making a mental note of each of their names as he bowed his head to kiss Lady Stark's hand he started thinking of a game plan. Leo had always been able to read people, it was a gift, to say the least. It was why he was so good at what he did. He had to hold back his pleasure with a charming smile as he made even the stuck up Catelyn Stark blush slightly at his affections. As his calloused hand met that of the eldest daughter he was quick to catch her as her knees buckled slightly under his alluring gaze. Cersei smiled to herself as she watched the interaction. She knew then that her son was going to chew the poor girl up and spit her out as she begged to stay by his side. Cersei's annoyance at her husband melted away as Leo's bright smile dug its way into the heart of the Stark family as his keen eye picked out all the strengths and weaknesses they possessed. He treated Sansa delicately and Arya as if she was strong. Robb as if they stood at the same level and Jon as if he was one in the same. Bran as though he was powerful and Rickon as if he was grown. He addressed Catelyn as if she was a perfect mother and an astounding lady. Cersei was wracking her brain trying to think of a time Leo had ever fumbled his words. She couldn't think of a time he had ever been anything but the perfect image everyone wanted him to be. It made her even more grateful for the side he showed her. Leo almost found joy at how heartbroken she would be to find out even that wasn't his worst, not even she knew his true capabilities. Leo would rule the Seven Kingdoms the way he saw fit, even if that meant deceiving his own mother to accomplish that.
(Thank you for reading. I needed a break from the good guys.)
