Game Of Thrones: The God-Emperor of Planetos

"Beware, words are often deadlier than any poison or weapon." Tyrion Lannister, Hand of the King.

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Crack!!!

The expensive vase of myr was thrown against the wall of the room as a high-pitched scream full of malice rang out between the walls.

"I'M GOING TO KILL HIM!!!"

"FILTHY OLD MAN..."

"HOW DARE YOU THINK OF TAKING MY CHILDREN AWAY FROM ME!!!"

The one who shouted was a strikingly beautiful woman with curly golden hair, emerald green eyes, fair skin, and a slender, graceful figure.

The woman was none other than the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, Light of the West, and daughter of Old Lion - Cersei Lannister.

"Keep your voice down, sister. The wall has ears." On the bed, naked with only a thin sheet covering his nakedness, was a tall, muscular man. His hair was the same shade of gold as the woman's, and his eyes were almost identical. It was as if the man was the male version of the woman.

The man was Jaime Lannister, the youngest Kingsguard, having joined the prestigious order at the tender age of fifteen, but he also had another name, Kingslayer.

"Why aren't you angry? He's taking our children." Cersei, also naked, shouted at her brother with an expression more reminiscent of a snake than a lion.

A naked Jaime rose from the bed and embraced his sister from behind, kissing her gently on the curve of her neck. "They're a prince and a princess, one day they'll get married and have a family, it's the natural order of the world, Cersei."

If anyone saw what was happening in the room at that moment, it would surely cause many to criticize and even disgust the incestuous act of brother and sister. The Faith of the Seven, in particular, would do anything to make Cersei pay for her sinful and reprehensible actions in the Seven Hells.

Jaime's words, however, had the opposite effect he intended and only made Cersei angrier.

"I will not force my daughter to spread her legs for a damned barbarian from the North." Cersei spoke in a cold, murderous tone.

"What are you going to do?" Noticing the look in her eyes, Jaime asked, his voice slightly strained. When his sister had that look, someone was going to die.

"Kill Jon Arryn." Cersei spat out the sentence with the most viciousness imaginable.

 "You're mad, he's the Hand of the King, Lord of the Vale and Warden of the East." Jaime couldn't imagine his sister being crazy enough to kill Jon Arryn; she wasn't talking about some minor noble or commoner, but the Lord of one of the Seven Great Houses of Westeros!

Cersei turned and faced Jaime with a smile. She wrapped her arms around his bare waist and spoke in a calm tone: "Who cares, you killed a King, is he greater than a King?"

"Will you do this for me, Jaime?" Cersei whispered in his ear as her green eyes fixed on him with a seductive, sexy light.

"No." Turning away from her, Jaime resolutely refused, even though he wanted to accept the offer to make Cersei happy. At the same time, the image of him plunging his sword into Aerys II's back flashed through his mind, causing a ringing in his ear.

Approaching again, Cersei held his face and spoke in a cold tone, "Jaime, I found out he was looking for Pycelle to see the family tree of House Baratheon."

"If he finds out, you know what will happen to Tommen, Myrcella, and Joffrey." Hearing these words, Jaime's face finally showed some hesitation. He didn't care about Joffrey, but he did care about Myrcella and Tommen, sweet, adorable children.

Letting out a sigh of sadness, Jaime spoke in a lower tone than usual. "All right, I would."

A smile appeared on Cersei's lips as she led Jaime to the bed and knelt between his legs.

"Let me make you, relax." She whispered as she opened her mouth and moved forward.

Jaime showed a comfortable expression as the guilt in his heart disappeared with the pleasure of Cersei's mouth around his length.

"You will die, Jon Arryn." It was Jaime's last thought before he surrendered to the pleasure.

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Little did Jon Arryn know that his life was about to be put in danger over a proposal. He was finally going to investigate a suspicion he had harbored for years but never found the time to pursue. If his suspicions were confirmed, it would be an event that would be remembered for generations.

Opening the door to the tower where the Grand Maester resided, Jon Arryn found Pycelle quietly reading a book. The old man was cowardly and incompetent. Were it not for Tywin Lannister's influence, Jon would have gotten rid of the decrepit man.

"I need a book." Jon Arryn voice was direct, breaking the silence and surprising Pycelle for a moment.

"What book do you want, Lord Hand?" The Maester's weak, hoarse voice sounded unpleasant, but Jon ignored the annoyance.

"The Book of the Heir." Jon Arryn eyes were fixed as he stared at the old man.

For a moment, Pycelle's movements hesitated, but then resumed their usual slowness. A reaction that went unnoticed by Jon, and which, even if noticed, he would probably attribute to the Maester's advanced age.

"I'll look for the book and send it to your chambers, Lord Hand," Pycelle replied. Jon's satisfaction was evident in his expression as he turned and left the tower.

As Hand of the King, Jon had numerous duties to fulfill, but now he was also determined to begin investigating his suspicions. If they were confirmed, he knew he would face a difficult dilemma.

He could foresee that, if he discovered the truth, the reputation of House Lannister would be irreparably tarnished. Tywin Lannister, the Old Lion, would do anything to silence such rumors. It was no secret that Tywin wanted to see his blood on the Iron Throne and would do anything to make it happen.

Jon had no doubt that a war could break out at that moment. He had to be prepared to prevent the kingdom from plunging into another civil conflict like the one that had occurred a decade ago.

There was yet another problem: the line of succession to the Iron Throne. Robert had no legitimate heirs, and the heir presumptive would be Stannis Baratheon, at least until a new heir was born. Although this solution was temporary, it did not please the Hand of the King.

Stannis was not fit to be king, but a general. That was Jon Arryn's main concern. He was sure that if Stannis took over the Iron Throne, many nobles would end up dead because of the Lord of Dragonstone's ruthless and obsessive sense of justice.

In addition, under Stannis' reign, all bars, brothels and any form of entertainment would be banned, not just in King's Landing, but throughout the Seven Kingdoms. Jon had no doubt that a rebellion would break out before he had even been in power for a year.

Rumor had it that Stannis saw sex only as a means of reproduction, never as something for pleasure. It was known that the Lord of Dragonstone had not shared a bed with his wife for months, perhaps years.

Another alternative would be Renly Baratheon, Robert's younger brother and current Master of Laws. However, this option was even more inconceivable to Jon Arryn. He would never allow a "sword swallower" - as evil tongues referred to Renly - to sit on the Iron Throne.

And after Renly? What would happen? As far as he knew, the Master of Laws had never slept with a woman, openly preferring male company. How could such a man be accepted as king?

While pondering the succession crisis, Jon felt a headache forming. His thoughts then turned to Eddard Stark, another of his sons by upbringing. Eddard had five sons, and a sixth was on the way. The prosperity of his house was enviable.

Jon couldn't help but compare. While House Stark faced no succession problems, the Crown was on the brink of chaos with a possible succession crisis.

"I just hope my suspicions are only suspicions..." Jon Arryn muttered to himself, begging the Seven to have mercy on Westeros and not to have another war in the future.

It was the least he could do for the Seven Kingdoms, which he himself had led to war, ten years ago in what became known as Robert's Rebellion, bringing down the Targaryen Dynasty after almost three hundred years in power.

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