The Princess and The Bastard {GAME OF THRONES}

Chapter 1 ~ The Happy Times...

Warnings : nudity and cursing.

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Heleana's POV ~ Winterfell :

I quickly tie my scuffed brown leather boots and rush to the courtyard where Bran is practising his archery with Robb and Jon, and little Rickon watching. Giving Robb a quick wink I go and stand next to Jon. "Go on , father's watching" says my twin to Bran his voice deep as always. We all look back to see Catelyn and Father watching us with smiles on their faces.

"Come on you can do it! Focus on where you're aiming" I tell Bran supportively while ruffling his dark brown hair. He lets the arrow loose and it misses the target completely. "Oh dear" I chuckle while hearing everyone laugh around me.

"Keep on practising, go on" shouts Ned, still laughing to Bran's dismay. "Don't think about it too much, relax your bow arm" encourages Robb, standing close behind me with his arms crossed. I feel his breath on my neck and it sends a shiver down my spine....

"Are you cold?" asks Jon, his pale forehead creasing up. I jump surprisedly, his question breaking me from my thoughts. "Oh no, I'm fine, just a sudden gust of wind" I say hastily, hearing Robb chuckle behind me.

We revert our gazes back to Bran and just as he's about to release the arrow, a second arrow comes flying past and hits the bullseye perfectly. We turn around in sync to see Arya holding a bow with a cheeky grin on her face.

We all burst out laughing and she pretends to curtsey. Bran on the other hand isn't too impressed and starts running after her.

Out of the corner of my eye I see our Master of Arms Rodrick Cassel walking over with Theon Greyjoy, ward to my Father and Lady Stark. I decide to help Jon put away the arrows.

Rodrick is a fat old man, balding with with whiskers. Some people may think of him as grumpy old sod, but he taught me how to beat the boys arses in sword fighting so I look up to him. Theon is a cocky flirt, who is actually really ugly.... Since he's basically my brother I can say this to his face.

"Lord Stark, my Lady" acknowledges Rodrick "The guardsmen just rode in from the hills, they captured a deserter from The Nights Watch"

"Get the lads to saddle their horses" Father says solemnly to Theon. He rushes off to tell Hodor to get them ready while Catelyn sighs and asks Father "Do you have to go?"
"Law is law, my Lady" replies Rodrick.

Ned interrupts "Tell Bran he is coming too" and Catelyn stares at him in disbelief. "Ten is too young to see such things!" She exclaims.

"Winter is coming" says Ned strongly , ending the conversation.

Deciding to stop eavesdropping, I turn to Jon and tell him that I'm off to sewing. Shooting Robb one last look I start walking to the dreaded sewing room.

A deserter... what could be so horrible that he's running away from the Night's Watch

(Time skip to the sewing room)

"What do you think of the Princess, Helaena?" asks Sansa while sewing the Tully sigil on a piece of fabric.
"Which one?" I ask, trying to finish some detailing on my dress for when the royal family come.

"Joffrey's twin obviously" sighs Sansa dreamily, leaning back in her creaky wooden chair. "I dunno... She seems like a bit of a whore to me " I whisper while sending Arya a wink, making her laugh loudly.

"Helaena! You can't just say that about our princess!" scolds Sansa. She really is a suck up who can't take a joke. "I was only joking Sansa..." I fade off noticing Lady Stark walking in. Looking down at my sewing I finish the last stitch and stand up to leave the room." The dress looks lovely Helaena" says Catelyn almost distastefully. I smile uncertainly and nod. "Thank you Lady Stark" I mumble, quickly leaving the room.

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Cerseillia's POV ~ King's Landing :

"Oh Lancel stop, I need to get up... Princessy duties to be done and all that" I mutter while Lancel kisses down my neck, both of us naked under the silk bedsheets.

Suddenly the door bangs open and in walks my Mother of all people. "Out with you!" She exclaims to Lancel, who hastily scrambles out of my bed.

Mother sits down at my bedside table and pours herself a glass of wine as I elegantly get out of my bed and grab a chiffon robe out of the wardrobe. "What's the reason for your delightful interruptance mother?" I smile sweetly while gritting my teeth. She calls in my maid to do my hair and pushes me onto a chair, wine glass still in her hand.

"We are to go to the north" she says stiffly. "Why may I ask?" I reply, getting a glass of wine myself and raising an eyebrow. "Jon Arryn is dead so your father requires a new hand... And we are seeing Jaime's betrothed. " she mutters, her scowl getting deeper with every word.

"Thank the gods... I owed Jon Arryn 50 silver stags after betting on Uncle Jaime in the tournament..." I sip on my wine, lost in my thoughts and then...

"Jaime's what?!" I gasp, almost choking on my wine and scaring the maid brushing my hair. "Jaime's betrothed" mother spits out and glares at me. I decide not to ask anymore questions otherwise she would probably explode in anger.

"When are we due to leave?" I ask after a few minutes. "In the morning. The maids will have packed all the clothes you need" Mother announces. I stand up and send the maid away. "I suppose fucking a northern man will be a nice change"

I put my wine glass down and smirk at mother, knowing she'll be angry I've said such a thing. I was right. She slaps me, knocking my hands away from my hair that I was checking. "The future king's twin sister, the princess of the seven kingdoms should not be sleeping with the likes of whores!" She says, frowning. I know she doesn't truly care that much, she's just angry about something, maybe the fact that Uncle Jaime is betrothed...

"My apologies mother, just trying to make a joke!" I smile and kiss her on the cheek. "I best be leaving, I have a riding lesson" I say as I walk up to the door. "I don't approve of a royal princess shooting with a bow and arrow and horseback riding in the wild" Mother remarks, trying to sound angry at me but just sipping her wine instead.

"Where's my money?" questions Lancel standing by the door half dressed. "You had the honour of Cerseilia Baratheon, Princess of the Seven Kingdoms, get out!" shout me and my mother at the same time.

He scrambles out of the room muttering under his breath. "I can't tell people that now can I?" Me and Mother smirk at each other, and start laughing, which doesn't happen very often.

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