Returns to his chambers

Jon spun around and walked back as quickly as he could, his mind spinning. Such an act between mother and daughter was certainly one of the most illicit things he had ever seen, but he could not deny that it aroused him extremely. Cersei fucked her daughter like a bitch, and what was worse Myrcella seemed like she was on the verge of breaking under such treatment. It stirred his loins, butba greater part of Jon felt outraged at seeing such a kind young woman destroyed under that kind of ****.

It was a struggle to sleep that night, his thoughts swirling as fast as they were, and what sleep he did manage was intermittent with strange dreams and periods of restlessness. When he rose the next morning he felt both tired and buzzing with thoughts. He washed himself and dressed with a strange anticipation and as he approached the Lannister table for breakfast he found that his heart was beating wildly as he watched Myrcella and then Cersei take their seats. It did not escape his notice how Myrcella slightly winced as she sat down in the seat next to him and he had to fight himself to conceal his expression.

They all ate in thoughtful silence that was only occasionally interrupted by Jamie and Tommen conversing or Lord Tywin humming to himself in consideration as he read letters of minor importance over his breakfast. Jon’s eyes kept going back to Cersei and with the new information he had gleaned it seemed as if her whole persona had changed. Before he had just assumed that the Lannister woman was affectionate with her daughter, but now he saw it for what it was. Cersei was possessive of the girl in the way that some lovers were, always touching or keeping herself close. The younger woman seemed to be mostly indifferent to the treatment, but Jon wondered if that was not something Cersei had **** upon Myrcella rather than a choice.

“Shall we go swimming today?” Myrcella asked him softly, a weak smile on her face. “It looks like a beautiful day.”

Jon trained his face into a smile. “That sounds like a splendid idea,” he drank a small sip of honeyed milk, “Yes I think we should make a day of it.”

“ You will be chaperoned,” Cersei interjected, her arm wrapping around Myrcella’s shoulders, “to keep things proper.”

“Yes, it’s in everyone’s best interest for propriety to be maintained,” he replied, eyes locking onto Cersei’s, “especially when it comes to dear sweet Myrcella.”

Cersei seemed unsure of what to make of that, and Jon could see the discomfort work it’s way into her mind. She seemed to silently debate with herself whether her secret had been revealed, but before she could respond the table was interrupted by the sudden appearance of Tyrion, who looked utterly hungover. Everyone turned to the imp as he bemoaned wine and lamented his previous nights events, allowing Jon time to recover himself.

The beach and the sea was as beautiful as Myrcella had said, but neither held a candle to The young woman herself. Her golden hair dazzled in the midday sunshine, her emerald eyes shone with joy and warmth and her laughter as they walked along the shallow waters together was enough to stir a deep ache in his heart. She was a such beautiful person, and not just in her appearance, but in her nature as well. She was kind and friendly and she had a sense of humour that was quaint in a manner which Jon absorbed. He felt in those moments that he might have begun to fall in love with her and when their chaperon, an older, harsh looking woman, was outside hearing distance, Jon decided to be direct.

“Do you think you would be happy,” Jon asked her, “living with me in the Capitol, or at Summerhall once my father is finished restoring it?”

Myrcella tilted her head at him in slight confusion. “What do you mean?” She smiled benignly at him again, “of course I’ll be happy, I’ll be with you.”

“Yes, and I think you would make me very happy too, it’s just,” he licked his lips, tasting a tang of sea salt, “You probably wouldn’t be able to see your mother as often. I know the two of you are very close.”

She smiled again, thought this time there was something detached about the expression. “Oh, no worries there, mother said she would be willing to stay with us for a time during the early days of our marriage.”

Jon’s mind began to work as he digested the new piece of information. Supposing Cersei got what she wanted and followed Jon and Myrcella back to the Capitol, what would she gain from it? She would have access to fuck her daughter, though that would become troublesome once Myrcella was his wife. He supposed that few would question and mother and daughter spending so much time together, but there were still issues with such an arrangement. Jon recalled the woman’s words from the previous night; he she wanted to use Myrcella to entrance Jon into putting forth a Lannister agenda. Could that be it? Would she stay in proximity purely to keep feeding her daughter instructions that she could then plant in Jon’s lust-filled head? Chicanery was afoot, and Jon decided that he would sniff it out.

“Well that’s wonderful sweetling,” he replied, taking pains to keep his voice happy, “I just hope your grandfather will allow such a thing.”

Myrcella seemed taken aback by that. “What do you mean?”

“Oh, it’s probably unlikely,” Jon said casually, splashing his hands in the thigh-high water, “ but your mother is beautiful woman and still of age to bare more children. Lord Tywin might see fit to marry her off to someone else to further help House Lannister’s advancement.”

The girl took in his words, looking as though she had been broken from a trance. “Do you...” she stopped herself, trying to find the words and the strength to say them, “do you think if he did that, she would be sent away from the Capitol?”

Jon did not fail to detect the slightest hint of hope in her voice. He smiled at her and took her hand in his, “It would be a possibility, if Lord Tywin thought it beneficial.”

“I see,” Myrcella chewed on her lip thoughtfully, “would you...be willing to come seem tonight, down by the old lion cages? After dinner when everyone else is in bed?”

He did not hesitate. “Of course.”

Their day went on mostly uneventful after that, with them returning to the Rock once the sun went down and the night chill blew in. The dinner was respectful and quiet as before, with Lord Tywin making a point to ask each of them what they had accomplished in the day, before making small talk to Jon about finalising the betrothal and potentially all of them returning together to King’s Landing at the week’s end. Jon was mostly in agreement and things progressed without hazard.

Once they were all settled in for the night, Jon ventured out into the darknened halls and moved down to the bowels of Casterly Rock where the old lions were once caged. Myrcella was there, waiting for him anxiously, smiling in relief once she saw him.

“Thank the Gods,” she breathed, “I wasn’t sure you would come.”

He cupped her cheek reassuringly and pressed a kiss to her forehead, “I would not deny you,” he said gently, “and I would not see you alarmed. What’s the matter?”

“Listen,” she said in quiet urgency, her hands taking his, “When next you speak to my grandfather, I want you to suggest to him to have my mother married off. I don’t care who to, but just so long as she is far away from us after the wedding.”

Jon could see her trembling and pulled her close in a tight embrace. “If that is what you wish,” he soothed, running a hand down her back, “I will speak with him first thing in the morning.”

“I have another suggestion,” Cersei’s voice seemed to slither through the air like a snake, and she emerged from the shadows behind them with eyes that seemed to glow emerald. She smirked at the two of them. “Perhaps next time you should not be so obvious. It was quite apparent that you saw one of my lessons.”

Myrcella gasped in shock, and clung to Jon in fear. “Mother...”

Cersei’s eyes flicked to Myrcella once, disdainfully before flicking back to Jon, “I’ll deal with you later, but as for you Prince Jon,” her face twisted into a smile, “I have an offer of my own.”

“What do you mean?” Jon asked cautiously.

“Perhaps you could do as my daughter wishes and have me sent away from her,” She gave a soft laugh, “you needn’t even speak to my father, I would willingly give the both of you distance,” her expression turned predatory, “or...you could let me continue on as I have. Allow me to finish my lessons and make Myrcella into the perfect cum slut for you. An utterly obedient fuck **** at your every beck and call.”

Jon frowned. “Do you know how mad that sounds?” He shook his head, “besides, what on earth would you get from that?”

“I’d get to keep fucking Myrcella for one,” She grinned again, “if you share her with me, I might be inclined to share myself with you.” She licked her lips, “so what do you say?”

Jon looked at the woman before him, seductive and mad in a way that made his loins go crazy. He looked down at the young woman in his arms, looking at him desperately to save her. The choice was before him.