GOT: Wolf Becomes Stag

With that last greeting, he returned to his bedchambers to have a bath and break the fast. He at least felt a little peace of mind knowing Cersei wasn't there anymore. Slowly, but surely, he could see his body becoming fit and worthy of being called a King.

But the self-doubt remained. How to rule the realm? Does he have the right to hold onto the throne? If yes, then with whom should he further the bloodline?

Overtaken by those thoughts, he saw the servants adding hot water to the wooden bathtub. Without thinking twice, he disrobed and sat down in the water to soak himself. Having forbidden maids from aiding him in the bath, he sat there alone for almost an hour.

Once he got up again, he looked at the new mirror in his room. He looked down at his reduced belly fat and sighed. But then, he turned around and looked at his back, and then his shoulders. I was pierced by an arrow. Where is the mark?

Not just an arrow but many more wounds. He had seen his blood ooze from them during the battle. Yet, everything looked clean as if nothing had happened.

Impossible to find answers, he donned a fresh set of clothes and took a seat at the large table in his bedchamber.

He thought about who to have as the Hand of the King. He knew he could do it himself, but knowing that he also needed to train this body back to the peak, and there could be battles in the future, there had to be someone to manage things.

"At this rate, I'm only left with Stannis. But that Red Woman has his mind hostage." Robert relaxed back annoyedly. "Davos would make a good Master of Ships. Brynden Tully can do well as a Master of Law."

The only one they lacked now was a good Maester. But finding that was perhaps even harder than finding a good Lord Hand.

Knock! Knock!

"Your Grace, it's your breakfast."

The door opened and a maid entered with a large tray in her hands. She walked over to his side and placed the plates and bowls before him—ten eggs, meat, potatoes, boiled corn, and milk. His diet was worth a small family, and that large body needed it.

"Anything else, Your Grace?"

"N…" Robert looked back up and found the maid standing on the other side of the table. Her freckled face seemed a little recognizable, with brown hair, and a curvy frame. "You are… Haely?"

"Yes!" The woman chirped, smiling so bright it might just be sunshine. Her bubbly personality oozed off her every action.

Robert sighed and looked down at the plate to grab a bit of the boiled egg. "What else do I make you do?"

He took a mouthful of bite and looked up. His jaw stopped moving as he froze in shock. Haely, for some reason, had pulled her loose, servant gown off her shoulders, laying her large, shapely breasts bare for him.

"What is the meaning of this?" He asked with a frown.

Haely giggled, not even hiding her breasts. Instead, she cupped them both and played with them. "It's the fourth day of the sennight, Your Grace. You used to command me to lay my breasts bare."

Robert sighed. You were a freak, Robert.

"For what?" He asked, gazing at her taut, voluptuous mounds. Pale in skin with medium-sized areolas and pearl-like tight, sizable pink nipples.

"Hehe…" Haely giggled proudly and jutted her breasts out more. "Your Grace proclaimed these are the best tits in Westeros. You enjoy breaking fast while watching me fondle myself, Your Grace."

You were an absolute freak, my old friend…

"Ummmh…" Haely wasted no time and started circling her fingers over her tight nipples. She was a beautiful woman, no doubt about it. Her body was a desirable sculpture too.

For Robert, despite the hardness in his loins, he felt this was wrong. However, he couldn't bring himself to make her leave. I… I should be more like Robert now. Eddard is dead, I'm an outsider to the North…

Chewing on the meat, he looked up at Haely, her eyes shut, playing with her breasts by squeezing them as if the most delicate and soft piece of flesh. You're wrong about tits, Robert. Catelyn's are better.

Yet, he continued to watch her play. Hers aren't bad, however. Certainly among the best… Ugh… his lust is affecting me.

"Are you married, Haely?" Robert asked, almost done with his breakfast.

"Oh-f course, Your Grace," Haely moaned.

Robert felt disgusted by himself and looked away from her tits. "Yet you take part in such activities?"

"Hmph! He goes to cheap brothels every week to bed whores. Why must I suffer alone? And it's the King who cherishes my lowly body—I'm far better than him," Haely proclaimed proudly and walked to the edge of the table to rub her loins on it. "I-ugh… Your Grace never treated me badly."

A little less… disgusting now. Robert thought and downed the glass of milk to finish his breakfast. Then, he got up from his chair and walked over to Haely. He stood close to her body, her head reached as far as his upper chest, so he had to look down.

From that close, he could see why Robert proclaimed them the best in the world. While her face had freckles, not a speck of freckle or any spot was on her breasts. Moon-like pale, soft flesh with perfect, pearl-like nipples.

Robert would have done this. He told himself and gently raised one hand. Haely got the message and made way for him to take hold of one of her mounds. She moaned as soon as his rough, large hand gripped her, and as he squeezed, her arousal intensified.

Robert breathed out to calm himself. Her soft, warm flesh felt otherworldly. Suitable to be fondled, suckled, or perhaps fucked. Without realizing it, his hand took more freedom and became rougher, shaping her to his desire while rubbing her nipple between his strong fingers.

"What else do I make you do on other days?"

"Ooooh~" Haely fiddled herself on the table's edge. "Y-Your Grace would… on the first day of sennight have my mouth under the table. On the second, ummm… my lowly cunt on the table… then my arse on the table… Watch me on fourth like now and… Oh, Seven—On the fifth have me on your lap while I feed—yess~"

Robert felt hard as iron. His mind told him to push her onto the table and have her from behind. But he forced his mind to clear up and be content with her breasts in his hand. He played with her until he felt she was close to her climax.

"And the other two?" He asked.

Haely pressed her lips, eyes squeezed, her heated core convulsing with oozing climax. It took some time but she replied eventually. "O-Oh… I-ugh don't… The last two are only for dinner… with five women in the pleasure roooh-m!"

Five? Seven Hells, Robert! How savage was your life? What else don't I remember from your drunken memories?

Robert pulled his hand away as she had gained what she wanted. "You may leave now."

No matter how kind the King may be, Haely never forgot the difference in their stature. She quickly pulled up her gown and moved to gather the empty plates. However, just as she picked up the tray, she looked at Robert and asked. "Your Grace, will you be having the usual from tomorrow morning?"

"Food, I will," Robert answered and gave her shapely frame a short glance. He liked her personality more than her body. "The rest… I'll think about it."

"Understood, Your Grace."

Thud!

Robert sighed when he heard the door shut. He looked down at the risen hill in his breeches, even raising his surcoat that covered his loins. It felt straining and somewhat painfully uncomfortable. This body is… mysterious.

Done with his morning routine, he left his bedchamber and soon climbed down the towers to arrive at the training arena. Though, before starting, he watched the Stark entourage leaving the Red Keep in a long convoy. The caged carriage holding prisoners for the Night's Watch was also there—Jaime and Tommen included.

There was also a large carriage with a decorated, regal casket. The body of Eddard Stark was inside it.

His own body.

Robert didn't know how to feel about it so he focused on training. He took off his upper clothes and lifted a wooden, weighted warhammer. Ser Barristan and three more Kingsguards stepped forward to fight him with wooden swords.

"Go all out!" Robert ordered them. "Or else, don't complain if I hit you too hard."

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