Dragons, Lions, and Wolves, Oh My! (Jaime Lannister)

"Hello," Robb picks me up in his arms as I stand in our tent. He flings me into the air with a smile on his face before kissing my lips. 

"What is it?" I ask him after he places me back down and pulls back. I have my own smile on my face. 

"I've received a letter from Stannis Baratheon," Robb informs me. "He says that King Joffrey and his siblings aren't Robert's children."

"If he isn't their father then..." I instantly realize and for some reason, it doesn't entirely disgust me. Perhaps, it is because all of my father's family has been birthed out of incest. 

"Jaime Lannister is their father," Robb finishes. "Joffrey isn't the rightful heir to the throne, Stannis is."

"That's good, isn't it?" I ask before anger comes into his eyes. 

"That's why my father was executed," Robb says. "That's why Jaime pushed Bran out of a window."

"Robb," I cup his face, knowing what this anger will lead him to do. "You can't let it consume you."

"I won't have Jaime killed," I know I have given away my care for the Kingslayer. Robb is too good of a man to go against my wishes. "Only because of what he did for you."

"Thank you," I say, feeling relieved. 

"I don't like the way he looks at you, though," Robb tells me. 

"Are you jealous?" I smirk up at him. He growls under his breath before capturing my lips. I chuckle as he picks me up again to wrap my legs around his waist. 

Robb scrunches up my dark gown as he sits me on top of the only table in here. He attacks my neck as I undo his pants. He grabs both of my legs and slides me to the edge of the table and closer to him. His mouth is on mine for a second before he moans into mine. My breath hitches instantly but I smile as we continue. I wasn't sure I could feel pleasure. The first time with Robb was incredible. It only gets better as time passes on. I can feel the love radiating off of him and him wanting to assure I'm enjoying myself makes every second better than the last. 

He kisses my shoulder before pulling his pants back up. I remain seated on top of the table as he goes to put more wood into the fire. I watch him stand tall before he takes my hand to guide me into his arms. 

"The King in the North," I look up at him. "It suits you."

"You know what they say?" He smirks. "Every good king needs a great queen."

"Robb," I huff. "As lovely as that sounds, I am no queen."

"You are," He insists. 

"Even if I was, I could not be your queen," I remind him. "You are promised to another."

"So?" He holds my face. "We will find a way to be together. I don't want to be king if you are not my queen."

I feel guilty as he looks at me with such faith. He is in love with me and I am with him. But, I have been lying all this time. 

"An honest man like you cannot marry a liar," I tell him and he looks at me confused. 

"What do you mean?" He asks, pulling back. 

"I'm not who I claim to be," I confess. "My name isn't Vivienne Blake."

"Then what is it?" 

"It's Visenya," He recognizes the name. One of the first three Targaryens that had conquered the seven kingdoms. "Visenya Targaryen."

"How is that possible?" He asks. "You are almost twenty-one years of age."

"The Mad King is my father," I tell him. "I am his bastard daughter."