Decline

Ned declined the girl's improper advances politely. He couldn't carouse like Robert had, he had a wife back in the Red Keep. And one in Winterfell, but that was another matter.

"For King Robert!" the innkeep cried, brandishing a crossbow. He had obviously been waiting to attack Ned once he'd been lured to a more secluded spot, but having missed his chance, was doing all he could now.

The innkeep, and all his collaborators were struck down by Eddard's men, but not before the King of Ice was pierced in the side by the assassin's barbed crossbow bolt.

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He was rushed back to the Keep, where a Maester inspected his injury, deemed it non-lifethreatening, and bandaged it.

Cersei, as shrewd as she was whorish, capitalised on the turn of events. She decreed that, purely out of concern for her beloved Lord's life, the Captain of his Kingsguard should stand vigil outside their bedchamber door, for as long as it took to be sure the danger had passed.

The Lioness smiled to herself, having ensured her two Kings of Cock were never far from her grasp.

Ned was somewhat angered by his queen's gall. ...Until the first night the three of them spent in bed together. As always, Cersei Lannister found a way, or ways, to bring him around.