Family Leaves, "Family" Arrives

The next day, you were looking over a book on Family history, particularly a part about a woman who had her nose reshaped to fit with the family, when your son returned.

Aedan had Obara with him and she seemed very focused on you for some reason. Aedan explained that since his encounter with the Dornish, he's found a passion for travel. And with the Martells leaving the next day, he's decided to follow.

You aren't sure if he really wants permission, and the fact he is asking is more proof why he's not ready to become Head of the House.

You allow it, and he leaves quickly to arrange for his possessions that he wants to take to be packed. Obara remains until he's out of earshot before standing and moving closer so she can grope you.

"I don't forget a whore, even if I don't know her face." She smugly mocks. She looks more concerned. "He doesn't know?" You confirm it.

"My... f-former Captain of Guard, oh fuck yes right there, found out I was under Lord Baelish's thumb and brought my son while I was... working. Uhn, harder... please don't tell him." Obara increases her pace, forcing your legs further apart before she spits in your face.

"For him. Not for you. Nasty whore." You cum and fall forward bonelessly while she holds her hand out to be cleaned. She parts her legs and you take the hint, getting on your knees and shifting the trousers she has on so you can lick her cunt. It remains like that until the sounds of movement upstairs draw closer and Obara gives you time to clean up before she stands to greet her friend, your son.

You hug the boy, hoping he will enjoy himself and hopefully not be terribly affected by your actions. Obara spits in your face when Aedan's not looking and leaves.

~○~

A week after your son left... The invitation to join the court was useful in letting you seek out the King without standing at the entrance to the Keep and asking to see him. You and your companion are met by some young servers who direct you to a corner. Reaching the corner, you and your companion find the crowd suddenly become packed and you are both pulled into a hidden room.

"I did not expect someone who's grand strategy in ascending in status was spreading her legs, would be so bold as to take one of my little birds," Lord Varys announced his presence and you reached to clutch your companion's arm. "Or that one of my little birds would... go along with it and stay in King's Landing." Your companion scoffs and she, Ros the Northern Whore, moves in front of you.

Only, she isn't Ros the Northern Whore anymore. She is Roslin Devinn, your younger sister. Sent away as a girl due to ill health and now returned. She's got her hair tied up in braids that pushes her red mane back, a Riverlands style that you are also wearing. Both of you are matching dresses of pink with white trim. Shoulders exposed and barely holding your impressive busts in. Roslin, having lived in chillier climates during her time away, is not as heavily freckled, but her tits are just as pleasing to the eye as yours. Her nose is upturned, a classic Devinn feature. Both of you have painted your lips to be bright and eye-catching, tempting to kiss.

"Littlefinger knows I was reporting to you. I told you and you didn't listen, so I had to make my escape." The Spider scoffs but she continues. "Better somewhere public where he has to call favours to reach me. But I've reached out to him and now we're reaching out to you." Varys raises an eyebrow and you join in.

"Lord Baelish already had influence on me, he mentioned he hoped I might use my newfound status to direct Lady Sansa to him. He has a history with the Tullys. Well, the King wants me to influence Lady Sansa as well. He wants to set her aside so he can marry someone more advantageous, but not give her up.

"She is to disappear in future amd be declared unfortunately slain. But really, she will be made to appear as my daughter and together we would be the King's kept whores. Look at my "sister", she looks more alike me than you remember, yes?" Lord Varys nods slowly and Roslin takes over.

"I become Roslin Devinn and prove it can be done. Littlefinger thinks I'll train Lady Sansa into his perfect whore. Instead, I'm helping Ada to make her the King's. This eats into Littlefinger's time and you can get some more Little Birds in his ranks, maybe even topple him if the wait makes him rowdy.

"It ends with me reporting to you about the King as I join my sister and niece in the King's bed, and the King can be guided to matches that more appropriately benefit the Realm." She ends, and you followed most of it.

Really it just means your House gets free of Lord Baelish and you expand your family and influence.

"I can... be amenable to this. I... apologise for ignoring you about Lord Baelish. I shall ensure your new history will stand up to scrutiny. And I'll prepare the same for Lady Sansa... what shall we call her instead?" You think, and provide;

"Tanda Devinn. It will sound close enough that her ear will take to it." And with that, you were returned to Court as if neither of you had left.

~○~

Returning to Court, you take Roslin around to get more people made aware you have a sister. It's while doing so you run into someone very important.

"You're Lady Devinn, am I right?" She has curly brown hair. Her body isnuoung and beautiful. While her green dress with its bare shoulders and plunging neckline are all very alluring, she's not as blessed in the chest area as you, your sister or Lady Sansa. This is Lady Margaery of House Tyrell. The woman moat likely to end up King Joffrey's bride once Lady Sansa Stark was Lady Tanda Devinn.

She's also the twin sister of Ser Loras, the Knight of Flowers.

"Lady Margaery," you curtsy, and you can feel your tits spill from your dress. You could adjust, you could push them back in. But you've gotten so used to it of late, you realise you enjoy having your immense juggs on display. And the way Lady Margaery is staring, she likes the view.

"You've become very popular of late. Unexpected, you must be a late bloomer in... this game." You aren't sure what game she's talking about, but you do guess she is making a comment about your age. Rather petty when the whole time she's staring in desire at your tits.

"Yes, my son did quite well in the latest Tourney and now he's going to see the Seven Kingdoms for himself. I have my newly returned sister to enjoy the company of, but the chance to be part of the Court was too hard to resist, and the King has been so welcoming." You can almost hear the retort, the snide comment about why you have become popular with the King.

But whatever she wanted to say was quickly forgotten as the King arrived and Roslin fixed your dress. You had spoken with Lady Margaery and that was enough for now. Her desiring you would make things easier in the event she married the King.

~○~

"So, you aren't really sisters?" Joffrey asked once he'd taken them to his bed chambers. You were a bit dizzy from being choked, but Roslin helped you recover quickly enough, while also getting your tits to pop out of your dress.

"Yes, my King. But you wouldn't think it when looking at us. My family has a distinctive nose and I have a means to create that shape." You sway side to side, letting your huge milkjugs jiggle.

"And I am more than happy to do House Devinn proud as one of your pet cumsluts." Roslin added, letting her entire dress fall to the floor. You get on your knees and pull out the King's cock, rubbing his shaft between your bare fuckjuggs while Roslin strips the King.

You kiss the tip of the King's cock when it pokes out from your tits, whole Roslin squats behind the King and starts kissing his arse. When he gives a loud grunt, you know that's when Roslin had pushed her tongue into King Joffrey's arsehole.

Hopefully, you'll have convinced him before the night is over and then you can plan what to do about Lady Sansa Stark.