A Confused Stark

Ned made his way back to his tent in a confused state. He sat down heavily on his silken bed, running his hands through his graying hair as he tried to process what he saw. The kingdom would never be the same, if this information came to light. War, intrigue, the seven kingdoms in turmoil again. Ned didn't know what to do.

He lied down, sighing heavily. The King must know, it was the honorable, right thing to do, wasn't it?

His reverie was broken by an quiet rustling outside. A shadowy figure stood at his doorway, shrouded in darkness. Lavacious breasts and curvy hips stood outlined by orange candlelight.

"Lord Stark, I think we have matters to discuss." Cersei said.