GOT: Wolf Becomes Stag

Joffrey shed tears and ran away like his life depended on it. Wailing for Cersei, he vanished through one of the doors, leaving behind the confused crowd.

At last, Robert turned around and faced the crowd. But first, he walked down again and approached Sansa, crying on the floor in a mess, helplessly covering her bosom to save her dignity.

Sansa! Robert could hardly hold back his tears and rage, conflicted between being Eddard, her father, and the King he was acting as. My little girl… What have they done to you?

Tearing his cloak apart, Robert covered Sansa completely and pulled her into his embrace. Gently, he patted her head and let her feel protected.

This was the first time in King's Landing she felt this sort of warmth from anyone. This sense of safety. It was the last drop that broke the dam as her eyes bawled out, her wails echoing in the hall.

"Shhh... gods be damned," Robert could feel the tugs on his heart, knowing he could never hear her calling him father again. Eddard Stark was dead. "Shhh... It's all right now, my dear. You're going home. Arya too. I swear it by the Old Gods and the New."

Sansa cried harder and hugged Robert back. He didn't let her go until he heard her wails decreasing. The entire time he looked at the faces of the onlookers in the back. With a mere nod of his head, he saw Stannis move swiftly and arrest Lancel Lannister. Following that, a few more Kingsguards were taken into custody, with Ser Barristan pointing at the Lannister loyalists.

"What is the meaning of this?!"

Robert stood up and looked behind. There she was, Cersei Lannister, storming into the throne room with Joffrey hiding behind her like a scared weasel. "Shut your mouth, woman!"

Cersei instinctively took a few steps back, her eyes agape. She almost fell back as her heels stepped on her silky robes. She always dressed well ever since becoming the queen. Yet, all her dreams and hard work seemed worthless now.

"R-Robert? No! Imposter! Guards!" Cersei began screeching right away. "Apprehend this criminal! T-Th… Why aren't you moving?!"

Despite her orders, not a single Kingsguard stepped forward. They had seen Robert kill two of them with his hammer with ease with their own eyes. The same was the case with the few men of the City Watch there. Instinctively, they had all accepted this was King Robert.

Robert glared at Cersei and returned to the throne. He sat down and watched Cersei stand in front of the throne. "Do you have any shame, woman? To bury your royal husband while he still breathes?"

"N-No… Pycelle!" Cersei stuttered, her face paler than the moon. "N-No! You're an imposter!"

Robert sneered at her refusal to believe. "Return to your chambers, Cersei. I will have a word with you later. First, I must…"

Seeing the rest of the significant members of the Small Council had entered, Robert stood up again. He also grabbed the warhammer and walked towards Varys first. But then he looked towards Petyr Baelish.

I should have known his true nature. How was I so blind even after knowing the history?

"Ser Barristan, what of him?" Robert inquired.

Ser Barristan gave an honest account. "Lord Baelish betrayed Lord Stark and attacked him from behind with a knife."

Robert narrowed his gaze at Petyr, who stood before him calmly. He knew the man likely believed he was safe and the King wouldn't do something against him so openly. He would have been right if not for a different soul inside Robert's body.

"You did warn me not to trust you," Robert whispered and acted before Petyr could react. "TREASON!"

Robert boomed, and the warhammer once again soared high.

BOOM!

Yet again, a bloody trail formed once it landed. Petyr Baelish's head caved into his neck and shoulders, and both his eyes popped out while a massive hole atop formed a fountain of blood. He never got a chance to speak a single word or even raise his hands.

For this, I'm willing to face all consequences. He accepted his actions. Petyr had to be killed.

Thud!

The dead body fell back, lifeless.

Once again, Robert turned around and walked over to the throne to take a seat. "Ser Barristan, take back the charge of Kingsguard. Stannis, do your job."

At last, Robert glanced around at the people in the hall. He thanked his fate that the Throne Room wasn't empty. This made it easier for the rumors to spread and make them believable.

"Hear your king and spread the word! Robert Baratheon, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm has returned! The real traitors shall soon be rooted out and hung! King's justice shall prevail!"

Too tired from the travel, the exertion, and the acting, Robert ended the court and proceeded to leave with Sansa, leaving Cersei standing shocked with Joffrey. Varys followed behind closely, hoping to gain back the favor of the surviving King. The realm was soon going to find a moment of peace, he could feel it. Enough peace to smoothly execute his plans.

However, instead of holding a Small Council, Robert only saw Sansa to her bedchamber and then proceeded to his own. He left Ser Barristan out and entered to rest. After seeing Sansa in that condition, he was deeply worried for Arya.

I must stop Robb before he does something foolish.

Robert quickly removed the armor and changed into a simple tunic and breeches before sitting by the table and writing a missive. Not as the King, but as Ned's close friend, he wrote to Catelyn and Robb both.

While giving his apologies for what happened to Ned, he asked the North to send a strong entourage to escort Sansa back home. However, he also asked for Jaimie Lannister to be brought to King's Landing as a prisoner.

I know Robb. He might release Jaimie. Eddard was acting like Robert, but he was no fool like his strong-bodied friend. Albeit putting honor above everything else, Eddard understood the intricacies of politics. He just never acted upon them. Where is Arya?

Wondering about his youngest daughter, he walked over to the bed and lay down there. He never realized when he closed his eyes and began seeing a dream. A dream that felt so absurd and yet probable.

J-Jon? On the throne? But I promised Lyanna… But Jon has the utmost claim. Dragons?

It was a dream full of mismatched events that made no sense. Although his body rested, he could feel his mind was far from calming down.

Jon's oath must be stopped! Robert's eyes shot open all of a sudden. It was mostly dark in the room now. Night?

"Ummh… Your Grace, you woke up?"

Robert looked towards the foot of the bed and frowned. There was Cersei, her golden locks were hanging unkempt as she slowly undid her dress and let it fall in a heap around her dainty feet. She pivoted on her feet a few times, as if letting Robert relish in her form. The very next moment she crawled onto the bed.

From Robert's memories… She has never done this before.

He continued to watch her to see what she was planning. But even though he remained headstrong, it was impossible for his loins to not react to Cersei Lannister. Her bodily curves were alluring, her skin noble and spotless. Her breasts dangled as she crawled, sizable with pink pebbles of love. Her cunt was clean, but certainly no longer tight after birthing incest spawns.

"Please relax, Your Grace," Cersei voiced calmly, a little too calm for the situation she was in. "Forgive me for what happened in court. I was… too excited to see my husband again."

The memories don't match. She never spoke to Robert like this.

"Hmmm…" Cersei slid over Robert's knees, pressing her soft bosom on his legs until she reached his loins. At that point, she made quick work of her hands and untied his breeches. "Oooh… Big!"

She's seen it plenty. Why this reaction?

"Mmmm…" Cersei fetched the sizable, throbbing cock and began stroking it quickly. But her hands moved strangely, waving the entire length left and right, taking breaks between each stroke as if…

Looking for something? Mole? Trying to see if I'm an imposter?

"Let me have a taste, Your Gra—Unnnngh!" Cersei slid further on his legs and lowered her beautiful face on the bulging cock that refused to fit between her grips. Her lips had to stretch far and wide to even take the cockhead in.

This whor—No, I must maintain my cool.

"Mh… Ummmmm~" Cersei moaned while trying to coat his knob with her tongue inside. It seemed impossible to take any more of him in as her hands continued to stroke the rest of the length, his peak erection something she had always dreaded.

"Your Grace." Cersei relaxed her mouth with a pop and looked up at him, a faint smirk was visible on her lips. "Please don't release Sansa yet… Not until Jaime is her—"

Somehow, all the little barriers that he had built to control his emotions collapsed that instant. Mention of Sansa and Jaime at the same time enraged him and seemingly Robert's body too. Cersei still had the guts to worry for her traitor brother after ruining his entire family.

"Aaaakh!" Cersei gasped and choked. Two big, strong hands suddenly pressed her face down on the monstrous length with weight. She gazed towards Robert, teary-eyed, seeking his mercy. But Robert coldly pressed her face harder, stretching her lips to the limit.

"Hmmmm… Mmm!" She felt the thickness choke her, the bulbous cockhead pressing against the back of her throat. Breathing became impossible, yet the King continued to shove more of his length in.

But then Robert's hand gripped Cersei's golden locks roughly and pulled her face up. He coldly glared at her ruined, teary face. "You incestuous whore!"

Cersei almost forgot to take a breath or struggle against the hand clawing her hair and looked at him in horror. "R-R-Rober…"

"I know, whore… I know plenty!"

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