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Ch62-"Robb locks up Cregan"
King's Landing – The Queen's Chambers
The sun poured through the stained glass windows of the Red Keep, casting crimson light on the marbled floor — like blood spilled across the stone.
But Cersei Lannister was already boiling with rage.
Her voice echoed sharply through the room.
"They've lost their minds! A Stark girl? As queen? Is this some kind of cruel joke?"
Jaime lounged in a chair nearby, lazily picking at a golden apple with his dagger. "It's just a marriage proposal, Cersei. Honestly, it's a good match. A strong one. Sansa Stark is… well-mannered, soft-spoken, pretty enough. A suitable pawn for Joffrey."
Cersei spun on him, eyes blazing.
"Pawn? You think I'll let my son be chained to the sister of a man who tried!"
Jaime shrugged, unaffected. "Tried and failed. And that's all behind us now — at least to the realm. Joffrey will need the North behind him if he's to keep the throne after Robert dies. Sansa is the key to that. One girl in exchange for a kingdom's loyalty. Even you have to admit it's clever."
Cersei paced furiously, her voice lowered but no less venomous.
"And what of that old fool Jon Arryn? He's the one who pushed Robert into this ridiculous match. He's been digging — asking Pycelle about The Lineages and Histories of the Great Houses… sniffing around the truth about Robert's bastards."
She stopped and faced Jaime.
"He suspects something, Jaime. I can feel it. That's why he's being so bold. So disrespectful."
Jaime leaned back, finally paying attention. "And if he does know something?"
Cersei's voice dropped to a whisper. "If Robert finds out… about the children… about us…"
"We'll both be dead," Jaime finished, calm as still water.
Cersei clenched her fists. "Then we can't allow it. If Jon Arryn keeps digging…"
Jaime stood up, expression darkening slightly. "Then he'll take whatever he knows to the grave."
Cersei looked at him — her rage now edged with fear.
"Promise me, Jaime."
Jaime stepped closer, his voice low and deliberate.
"I'll take care of it."
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The snow crunched under hooves as the party approached the gates of Winterfell. Cregan Stark rode at the front, two small children perched comfortably in front of him on the saddle. He sighed as Lyanna tugged at the reins, pretending to steer, while Torrhen giggled with excitement.
The journey had been short, and against his better judgment, he had allowed them to ride with him. A decision he was already regretting.
Behind him, the rest of the Stark siblings followed — Arya riding with her usual wild energy, Sansa graceful and composed, and Bran and Rickon giggling on their ponies as the wind tousled their cloaks.
At the gate, Ser Rodrik Cassel stood waiting, flanked by guards. His expression softened with fondness at the sight of the returning pack.
"Welcome home, my lords… and my lady wolves."
Robb and Cregan dismounted and were immediately escorted toward their father's solar.
Inside, Lord Eddard Stark looked up as the door opened. Relief crossed his face, quickly replaced by confusion.
"Where's Jon?" he asked immediately.
Cregan stepped forward. "There was a supply issue in the Neck. I sent him to investigate it with Nymeria Sand."
Ned nodded . "And how are things with your paramours?"
Cregan was about to answer when Robb smirked.
"Oh, everything's going well, Father," Robb said, overly cheerful. "Too well. Cregan passed all their tests — and the last one was so colorful, I think the whole castle heard him working through it."
Ned burst into laughter. Cregan, however, merely sighed.
He didn't rise to the bait. He knew better. Speaking would only invite more teasing. Instead, he smoothly changed the topic.
"What's going on, Father? Why were we summoned so urgently?"
Ned's tone turned serious. "I received a letter from the capital — from Jon Arryn. It's a proposal… a marriage between Joffrey Baratheon and Sansa."
"NO!" Cregan and Robb said in unison, voices sharp and immediate.
Ned let out a long breath. "It's a royal request. Robert believes it will bring peace to the realm."
Cregan's voice rose, barely restrained. "How many times must the North bleed for the realm's peace? I won't stand by while you wed our sister to that cunt of a prince — the same one who nearly killed a child and our blood!"
Robb, despite his own anger, remained calm. He spoke in his measured, lordly voice. "Cregan. Quiet your rage. We need clear heads."
Cregan gritted his teeth, chest heaving. But he obeyed. Robb was not just his brother. He was his chosen lord. And more importantly — his twin. His blood. If anyone could hold him back, it was Robb.
He is the mind, and I am the sword, Cregan reminded himself silently. Don't think too much. Trust your blood.
Ned observed the exchange with quiet pride. He saw how his sons relied on one another — how Cregan could be tempered not by fear, but by trust.
Robb folded his arms. "We all know it's a trap. Maybe not Robert's intent, but someone else's hand is in this."
"Robert wouldn't set a trap for a friend," Ned said quietly.
Robb's eyes narrowed. "No… but he would try to tie the North to the throne in a way he never could with Aunt Lyanna."
Ned looked down for a moment, the mention of Lyanna still a knife in the heart. Cregan caught it but said nothing.
Robb continued, "Even if King meant it well, others will use it. Queen, the Lannisters — they'll see this as a way to control the North."
Cregan shook his head. "No. The queen would never accept a Northern daughter as queen. Her pride wouldn't allow it. It's Jon Arryn. He wants to keep the realm from tearing itself apart."
Robb nodded. "Maybe. But regardless of who started it — they'll all take advantage all the same if we accept "
Ned sighed, conflicted. "Even so… what do I tell the crown? We can't refuse outright without risking offense."
Cregan muttered, "Just tell them to go fuck themselves. I'll deal with whatever comes next."
Robb snorted. Ned gave him a sharp look.
"Why are you laughing? When I'm gone, you'll be the Lord of Winterfell. You'll have to handle Cregan's messes."
Robb paled a little, imagining Cregan slapping a future King Joffrey and telling him to piss off. The thought alone made him break into a cold sweat.
In his mind, he considered locking Cregan in Winterfell — maybe leaving him to deal with Lyanna and Torrhen's endless demands. That would be a fair trade. He and Jon could handle the rest.
"I'm not that bad," Cregan said, feigning innocence.
Both Robb and Ned stared at him.
His instincts screamed shut up, and for once, Cregan obeyed.
Robb finally turned to Ned. "Tell them we wish to wed Sansa to a northern house. It's been generations since a Stark lady married within the North. Say it would create unrest among our bannermen if she married into the South."
Ned nodded slowly. "A fair excuse. And true enough."
Cregan exhaled in relief, his temper slowly ebbing.
But he still had only one thought if they dared push this again.
Let them try. This time, the North will bite back.
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