Lion Dressed As A Stag

Home To The Capital

The hunt so far had been less than successful. The cold air sending any big game further south or into hibernation. Leo was leaned against a tree playing with an arrow as his father drank and cheered loudly chasing away anything that might still be left behind after it started to freeze. Cain broke him from his daze as he handed the young prince some water wincing slightly as he leaned next to him.
"My apologies." Leo told him a bit sarcastically.
"I've always wondered what a true apology would look like from you." Cain told him with a bit of a grin.
"Well how sorry can I be, you did get me back after all." He shot back raising his bandaged hand slightly with a smile.
"I thought you liked it? If anything it was a gift on my part." Cain told him laughing slightly.
"Touché." Leo shrugged stepping away from the tree to stretch. Just as his arms lifted above his head to release some tension a body hurled into his side sending the prince to the ground. The thud and grunt pulled everyone's attention as Cain roughly shoved the man responsible away and leaned over to help Leo up.
"What's the meaning of this?" Robert yelled as he approached the man.
"Ned, it's Bran, he fell from the broken tower." The man rushed out between breaths falling to his knees in a bow to apologize to Leo. Ned wasted no time rushing off to his horse then riding as quickly as he could him. Excitement bubbled up in Leo at the bustle and commotion filled the air with restless energy.

As Leo returned to Winterfell he was immediately embraced by Sansa the moment he left his horse. He cupped the back of her head and held her closely to him. She tried to explain what had happened through violent sobs before her body fell limp against him from exhaustion. Lifting her was easy as he carried her in search for Robb. He need to keep up his gentlemanly appearance. As he approached the pacing Lord Leo cleared his throat softly catching his attention.
"It appears your sweet sister has collapsed, it would be inappropriate if I took her to her room unaccompanied." He told him his voice thick with mock sorrow. Robb bowed his head thankfully to Leo before leading him to Sansa's chamber.
"Thank you." Robb told him as Leo turned to leave.
"I intend to take care of her as my wife, why not start now?" Leo asked before stepping out of the room. His long stride to him to his mother's chamber and with a single knock he pushed his way inside.
"What a mess you've made." He said as a he shut the door behind himself.
"It had to be done." Cersei told him clutching her shaking hands.
"Why did it need to be done?" He asked her as he poured a cup of wine.
"He saw us." Jamie told him. Leo paused mid drink giving them a harsh side eye.
"So if he lives he could ruin everything?" Leo sighed out licking excess wine from his full lips.
"He won't live. He fell too far." Cersei argued with him.
"You're right about part of that. He won't live. Unfortunately for me Sansa barely managed to blubber out something about how the maester was hopeful for his survival. If it wasn't for your messes ruining my plans I would have left you to deal with them in your own a long time ago." He told them downing the rest of his wine before leaving the room.

The sun had set long ago when Catelyn was left on her own at Bran's bedside. Leo approached the room softly holding a glass of wine in one hand and pushing the door open after knocking slightly with the other. Catelyn gasped and straightened up once the young prince was revealed.
"Please, this isn't really the time to be so formal." He told her handing over the glass. The fermented smell of the fruits masking the sent of the aphrodisiac inside. There was only one sure way to be sure she would never speak of his presence here. Catelyn took the cup and gratefully too a deep sip. Leo smiled at her softly as he rested a general hand on top of Bran's chest feeling him breathe.
"It heart is strong but his breath is soft and unstable." He told her voice full of worry. It had been a lie his breathing was even and deep as if he was only sleeping, but he needed to plant the doubt. Leo took a seat on the bed across from the older women as she placed the empty cup in the bedside. He ran his thumb over her bottom lip collecting the left overs as he studied her face. It was slowly beginning to flush as her breath trembled. Leo fought back a grin as her pupils dilated widely as their eyes locked.

(Smut begins)
Catelyn reached up and cupped his face lightly pulling herself into his lap.
"You are to be my mother." Leo denied weakly pushing her back.
"I need to be held. I need to be comforted." She whispered to him before standing.
"Come with me." She told him pulling him to the floor to be hidden from view by the bed.
"It's not a good idea, my lady." He told her with a frown of his brows. Joy filled him at how successful his plan had become. Catelyn shook her head as she removed her underskirt to lessen the bulk. The wetness of her crotch landing him the growing bulge in Leo's pants. The young prince lifted his hips and pushed his pants down just barely enough before Catelyn sank down on him. His calloused hand covered her mouth as a loud moan ripped through her lips. Her movements were clumsy and sloppy as if she hadn't ever been on top before. Leo knew it wouldn't be getting him anywhere and he wasn't a man to not seal his own pleasure. Using his hand to pad her head he flipped them and roughly pushed her into the floor. He delightfully watched her eyes roll back as he fucked into her in fast even strokes. She came undone quickly underneath him before her body fell limp finally finding relief. Leo growled out as he pulled away from her stuffing his still hard cock back into his pants.
(Smut over)

His frustration thick as he stood looking down at the sleeping women. His hand found it's place over Bran's mouth as he pinched his nose light to be sure not to leave any marks. His harsh green eyes gazing down at the sleeping Catelyn as he felt subtle twitch from the suffocating boy. After a minute or two Leo pulled his hand back and felt for a pulse. When none was to be found he replaced Catelyn's underskirt and tucked her tucked her in gently as if she had made herself a pallet to sleep next to her son. Grabbing the empty cup before leaving the room to find his mother.

Cersei stood as soon as Leo entered the room.
"So?" She asked him taking the empty cup from his outstretched hand.
"The boy is dead and the mother is sleeping peacefully at his side." Leo told her. Cersei relaxed and pulled her son into a tight embrace.
"I'm going to bed. This night proved to be more disappointing then I imagined it would be." Leo told her before leaving the room. He was ready to to be back home at the capital. The wet and cold weather was making him irritable.

(Thank you for reading. I honestly didn't think of Catelyn as a possible candidate but after reading her name in a suggestion the idea surfaced.)