The Falcon's Mate
A/N:
This is de-canonized and no longer part of the official story, this is merely here as recognition of a past work I was unsatisfied with and is giving you permission to view it despite my rewrite decision any way.
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(Oldstones, Riverlands, Seven Kingdoms of Westeros, Westeros)
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The Royal Party was camped at Oldstones, Rogar sat in his Tent writing a letter to his betrothed. Rogar had been betrothed to Lady Myranda Royce for several years, but his duties as Master of Laws to Robert had delayed it for some time. Once Robert got Eddard as his Hand and his affairs were in order, Rogar intended to resign his Position to return to the Vale and finally wed Lady Myranda.
His Letter stated as much, but he wasn't sure whether he should bring up his dalliance with Queen Cersei in his letter, or whether he should confess to her in person. He was delayed in it as Said Queen entered his tent.
''You have been avoiding me my Lord.'' It wasn't so much a question as a statement, and it was one that rang true, he had been avoiding her.
''I have my Queen.'' Says Rogar, avoiding her gaze.
''And yet more than once I have caught you looking at me with pure and unmoderated lust. You want to forget so badly, but you want me again so MUCH more.'' Says Cersei as she closes the distance and places his hand into her dress to feel her breast, while giving his neck a few sensual licks.
Rogar internally fights to maintain his stoicism, and not react to the Queen. It was in this type of situation he cursed his distant Stark Blood through his late mother. Wolf and Falcon's Blood didn't often mix, but when it did it produced many a beast sexual or otherwise.
Cersei begins to overpower his attempts by taking a hand to his cock, which violently reacts at her touch.
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Cersei let out a throaty moan as she felt the surge of activity in Rogar's manhood, which became as hard as diamond and as long as she remembered the instant her hand made contact.
She had been craving the feeling of Rogar inside her since their first time. Jaime hadn't cured it, and she'd never let Robert inside her in years, which meant Rogar and only Rogar could relieve her of this craving.
''My Lord! Raven from The Eyrie.'' A man calls out.
''Be there momentarily.'' He replied.
''Go.'' Cersei nodded as she saw his eyes
''Tonight at the hour of the Wolf near the Sarcophagus, we'll talk there.'' Says Rogar.
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Rogar was far from happy, his bitch Stepmother had defied him and went to the Eyrie, and sent a raven demanding Robin was sent home.
Thus Rogar commanded Lord Nestor Royce to inform Lady Arryn that Robin was at the Gates of the moon with Lord Baelish, and Robin was in desperate need for her. If it got that bitch off his seat and in line it was worth it. He'd be having words with Eddard for certain.
On top of that Cersei left him waiting for her at the Sarcophagus, no matter though, Myranda would be able to warm his bed soon enough. In point of fact he was considering having her brought to Court in order to revive their betrothal.
Plus it would prove to Cersei that despite the want He had for her, he could easily sate himself with Myranda.
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Cersei was in a reflective mood, the most recent lover she'd taken was betrothed. Cersei had heard rumors and tales of Lady Myranda Royce.
She felt a burning pit of jealousy to the woman she'd never met, and decided that the best solution was to dangle a more Profitable match in front of Lord Rogar. With the unsaid promise of continued trysts between them, He could marry Myrcella when she was of an age.
Myrcella would cement the loyalty she'd been fostering between the Lion and the Falcon. Myrcella might seem the Prey, but her claws have not yet been bared. So Rogar would be an unwitting prey to her little lioness.
It wouldn't take much to break the betrothal either, Robert would be easy enough to persuade, she'd whisper that the two together would not only Honor the Late Lord Jon's Memory, but would ensure that the bonds Robert and Eddard had forged with Jon would live on a hundred generations more.
If Ned Stark refused the Position, she could argue that Rogar could serve. The man was popular, he had served for three years as Robert's Master of Laws. He'd expanded the City Watch, Which had risen from the usual Two Thousand Strong to a larger force of Five Thousand and Seven Hundred Men.
Rogar had cut Crime rates and Instilled order, Each Crownlands House had to contribute at least three hundred men for the defense of the Capital. Rogar's laws had as a result proven profitable to Lannister Interests, yet another reason to elevate him to a useful position.
''Ser Arys? Rouse Lord Rogar I wish to speak with him.'' Says Cersei.
''Right away your grace.'' Ser Arys said dutifully.
Now all Cersei had to do was convince Rogar of the benefits of marrying Myrcella.
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Rogar was enjoying the company of a young woman he'd taken to his bed when the Progress had stopped near Stoney Sept. A pretty thing, one who reminded him all to well of his first woman. Their resemblance was quite alarming.
But The girl who'd left the life of a whole at the prospect of single client with deep pockets to fill her own for her remaining years, with a position on the King's Small Council, was quite happy to pleasure him when Cersei had apparently decided she did not need him.
Now the Queen was calling on him. Rogar appreciated that she didn't send Her Twin Brother or that fuck up Meryn Trant, Rogar and Jaime had never particularly liked each other, but they both had a deeper disdain for Trant. The man couldn't swing a sword any better than he could wipe his own arse. And Rogar mocked the least intelligent or capable Kingsguard any chance he got.
Arys Oakheart at least he could respect, the man had often served as a capable sparring partner whenever Ser Vardis was busy or unable to help Rogar. His dedication and honor had lead to many remarks from Rogar that Oakheart would be the best suited to become Lord-Commander if Barristan ever perished.
Now though a weary and tired Rogar was ushered inside Cersei's tent.
''You left me at the Sarcophagus.'' Rogar says coldly with complete bluntness.
''A necessary evil. I have the means to keep you close, you need only say yes.'' Says Cersei seductively dragging her breasts across his chest.
''I'm not saying shit unless you tell me what your planning.'' Rogar counters.
''Marry Myrcella and every night you don't bed her, I am yours to devour.'' Cersei says.
''Myrcella is Eleven years my junior, and I am already betrothed to Myranda Royce. Give Me time to consider this, but for now, I want what I didn't get at the Sarcophagus.'' Rogar says as he forces himself on Cersei.
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The intense pleasure of Rogar forcing himself on pales in comparison to Jaime. Despite the forcing, the tender caress of Rogar is something else entirely.
Cersei knows that if she continues to sleep with Rogar a child shall be born. something that increases her arousal. Rogar was something else.....
REFLEXIONES DE LOS CREADORES 
Theragfromthecrag
Theragfromthecrag Some of you may be thinking Rogar is a hypocrite for backhanded Lysa but taking offense at Robert abusing Cersei. In Cersei's case it's his unrequited love, as well as his respect for her.
In Lysa it's the fact that she overstepped her authority and the fact that she is a fruit cake in the sanity department.
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