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- Percival Bolton POV -
- Kingslanding - Crownlands - Westeros - 280 A.D -
I had finished dancing with Lyanna who was now standing next to his younger brother Benjen and his father Rickard. Ned was still talking to my brother, while Brandon Stark, the eldest of the brothers, was talking to his possible betrothed, Catelyn Tully. It was nothing official, but it was a half-assumed truth.
Lysa Tully glanced at me from time to time, but she was too shy to do anything. Her state of health, as well as her relationship with her sister, was much better now without Littlefinger. Maybe I should have left him alive. I would benefit from his chaos, too. But at the time I was too fearful and cautious, I was also much weaker.
Was I like that or am I just more confident now? I hope I don't become reckless. But the next moment I felt a sense of Deja Vu. As I felt someone tugging on my sleeve. I was going to turn around, to see Ashara with a tired look, but what I saw surprised me. It was Cersei Lannister.
"Little lion, it's been a while," I said with a smile, as I brought my right hand to my heart, bowing gracefully.
"Lord Percival, it is good to see you again" the little lioness said to me as she bowed like a lady. But behind him appeared the imposing figure of Tywin Lannister, along with an annoyed Jaime Lannister, and a fearful Augustus, the representative of the Iron Bank.
"My condolences to your youngest son," I said to Tywin, to which The Old Lion gave an awkward but formal smile. A black tie smile. But then I shifted my gaze to Augustus. "Oh Augustus... It's been a while" I said smiling.
- Cersei Lannister POV -
Just as I was about to speak to my dear Percival, three figures came up behind me. My father, my annoying brother and that smug Iron Bank guy. His condescending tone when he talks to us, regardless of the fact that we are Lannisters, annoys me too much. The guy thinks because we owe him some money he can act so high and mighty.
"Oh Augustus... It's been a while" said my Percival, and I was surprised he knew the guy at the bank. I wasn't planning on letting the bastard treat him badly, but when I turned around to look at him, I could see the fear on his face. Something lit up inside me.
It was true! As much as I despise the Lannisters, Percival is Percival. The Iron Bank is nothing but a bug in front of the king of Braavos! Know your place, scum!
"M-Milord..." replied the guy fearfully. "It's a pleasure to see you here."
"Augustus?" asked my father in confusion. "I thought it was Cassio your name" said my father with a frown. And he was right, that's how he had introduced himself before.
"I... I was wrong! Now I am Augustus" replied the man tempering while Percival smiled. Now I understood, and my father understood too. The guy was too afraid to contradict Percival, even when it came to his name. So domineering!
"Wasn't he? I thought I was wrong," said Percival.
"I wouldn't dare, my lord," replied Cass.... I mean, Augustus.
"That's good" replied Percival. "Now... May I know to what I owe the pleasure?" he said again as he looked at my father.
"I was just following my daughter, you seem to be quite close" he said with narrowed eyes and a serious face. Percival gave me a sidelong glance and I understood what he was saying. He didn't know when I had told my father, so he watched for me to speak, so as not to tell two different versions.
"Father, the truth is that while playing with my friends in the forest I met Percival. After that I saw him again at the archery tournament. That's why I'm interested in him" I said smiling. And my father nodded, but looked at the Lord of Braavos out of the corner of his eye.
"I understand... Then I'll leave you," said father as he withdrew with Jaime.
- Percival Bolton POV -
"A dance?" I asked the lioness, who nodded happily.
So, I began to dance with my third partner of the night, and I could see Ashara scowling at me, but a wink was enough to calm her down.
After a while dancing, Cersei suddenly took me by the hand, and without anyone noticing we disappeared from the dance area, infiltrating the lonely corridors of Red Keep.
After that we entered a random room and began to undress.
"I didn't think the lioness would be so daring" I said as I licked my lips.
"I want your seed" she told me seductively as she revealed her petite fourteen year old body.
I began to kiss and taste her mouth. She was better than Elia Martell and the rest of my whores and courtesans, but she was still worse to Ashara. But no matter what, I began to explore her whole body with my tongue after parting our lips. Until I reached her waxed area.
She had similar touches to the "Game of Thrones" actress, but she looked much more beautiful. Not for nothing is she said to be the most beautiful woman in "The Seven Kingdoms". Although that's only because Daenerys was in Essos, and Ashara Dayne was dead.
After that I began to penetrate her and moans echoed through the nearby corridors as my cock became stained with blood, this was not Martell or Dayne blood. This was Lannister blood, lion's blood. I had forgotten to put the silence spell on, and it was too late. All that was left was to enjoy.
I had cum many times, and Cersei was there with a big smile gracing her face. She had enjoyed it just as much as I had.
"You should get ready before you go back to the banquet" I told her in a cold tone. And so she did, she got dressed up and we both left the room while looking in all directions to find a trace of someone, but there was no one. No one except two people standing in front of us.
"My Lord, there is a problem," they said to me. It was Garrick and Gaune, two of my escorts.
"Are they trustworthy?" asked Cersei, and I nodded.
"What is it?" I asked. But then I noticed something, and instantly lifted both arms out of my tunic. Though I had taken them off to fuck, I had put them back on when I was done. These were my crossbows. And without wasting any time I fired two projectiles.
Garrick fell to the ground with his neck bleeding while Gaune pulled out a blade with which he caught the projectile and lunged at me with no expressions on his face.
"Watch out!" shouted the girl worriedly.
I didn't have time to reload, so as I grabbed Cersei and covered her eyes so I wouldn't have to kill her, I whispered two words.
"Shadow Demon..." and instantly, three terrifying black figures, with thick shadow covering their half-materialized bodies, rushed at the enemy. I had gotten a new one courtesy of an Asshai Sorcerer, the same level as the other two. It was a weak sorcerer.
Gaune tried to defend himself, but his weapon was not made of Valyrian Steel, so it was useless. He was impaled by the Shadow Demon without resistance, who after finishing off their enemies returned to my shadow with satisfied smiles.
I reassured Cersei as I patted her head. Then I approached the corpses with a frown. I touched his face, and found a mask of sorts. Faceless Men...