Game of Thrones: Reincarnated

Lucas was led to the Queen's chamber, where Cersei had already been waiting for him. Whether by intention or coincidence, she was sitting in the same chair she had occupied during his previous visit. The same chair where she had seduced him.

As Lucas stepped into the chamber, the doors were shut behind him leaving the duo alone in the chambers.

Cersei was dressed in a beautiful red coloured gown and though they were not as revealing as the first time, it was still not something that one would call modest.

"Cousin," Cersei said with a small smile. "Come, have a seat. You seem to be quite busy these days."

Lucas took his seat across the table and made himself comfortable. "All the work is keeping me busy. A new city, drainage systems, soldiers' recruitment, a new road, I had to plan it all."

Cersei nodded. Any other time she would have surely been interested and would had tried to extract more information from Lucas. But she right now was too preoccupied with some other thought that she did not care about all these at all. Heck, she had not even attended the small council meeting and did not even care to ask what had happened at the meeting.

"Is that the only reason you've been avoiding me?" She asked.

"Me? Avoiding you?" Lucas responded with a raised eyebrow, as if he had just heard something surprising.

"Are you not?" she countered. "You have not had more than few moments for me in the past two weeks. Is it not avoiding?"

"The work has been keeping me busy," he said flatly.

"Oh!" Cersei said with a cocky grin. "But you were able to make enough time for that Tyrell lady."

Lucas chuckled. "So, you are keeping tabs on me?"

"I am not the only one," she replied calmly, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Lucas did not say anything. He right now, probably, was the most watched man in King's Landing.

At that moment, Cersei rose from her seat. Just like last time, she approached Lucas and stood far too close. But unlike before, when she had at least tried to be subtle, this time she was unabashed.

"Tell me, cousin," she said in a sultry voice as she leaned toward him, her gown parting to give a clear view of her cleavage, "who do you think is more beautiful? Margaery Tyrell or me?"

Lucas remained stoic, his gaze fixed on her face, while with each passing moment she leaned closer.

"It is a tough choice," Lucas answered. "Both of you have different charms."

"Oh!" Cersei almost moaned as one of her hands landed on his neck, sliding slowly down to his chest, feeling the muscles beneath. She then moved and sat on his lap. A shiver of pleasure ran through her as she felt herself pressing against his strong legs. This was the sensation she had been craving.

"Then let me help you decide," she whispered, pressing her lips against his. Lucas, who had been still until this moment, finally moved, his hands finding their way to Cersei's chest.

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"Lord Baelish," Jon Arryn's voice made Petyr Baelish halt mid step as he was returning towards his chambers.

He turned to find Jon approaching with his loyal subordinate Ser Jowel walking a step behind him.

"Lord Arryn," Petyr greeted with a smile.

Jon Arryn nodded as he reached Petyr, and the duo resumed their walk.

"Was there something you wanted to talk about with Lucas Lannister?" Jon Arryn asked.

"Nothing much," Petyr replied smoothly. "I was just enquiring about the process of allotment of shops and warehouses in the new city."

"Oh?" Jon responded. "And what did he say?"

"He said that the process to be followed has not been finalised yet."

"And is there any specific reason why you are interested in this?" Jon Arryn pressed.

"Just general interest," Petyr replied. "And you surely know that I run a couple of modest brothels. So, having such knowledge beforehand is a good thing."

"Oh?" Jon Arryn looked mildly surprised, and Petyr wondered why. Everything he had stated so far was nothing out of the ordinary.

"I thought that maybe the two of you were talking about the exact numbers of soldiers in the City Watch," Jon said with a faint smile.

Petyr's steps halted mid way.

"What do you mean, Lord Arryn?" he mumbled, sweat forming on his forehead. An undercurrent of fear passed trough his body. It was a feeling that he had not felt in years.

"Nothing, Lord Baelish," Jon replied, placing a hand on Petyr's shoulder. "Let us continue to walk."

"How many soldiers are in the City Watch?" Jon questioned.

"Around 2… 2000," Petyr felt his throat grow dry as the number escaped his mouth.

"And for how many did I stamp the salary last month?" Jon asked.

"Do not tell lies, Lord Baelish. It will take me not more than a couple of hours to find out everything."

"Around 2500," Petyr finally admitted. It felt to him as if his end had arrived.

Jon Arryn chuckled in amusement.

"I had never expected that you would prove to be someone with such a sharp brain," he remarked.

"How did you fool Lucas?" Jon Arryn pressed. "How did you manipulate the books?"

And now this was a question like a sword hanging over his neck. He could not tell that he had fucked Lisa's cunt in exchange for his seal. Could he?

"Forgive me, Lord Arryn," Petyr almost pleaded. "But once I had been with you in your solar, and you had to leave it for a few moments. In those moments, I stamped your seal on a few blank parchments, fearing that such a day might come in the future."

If there was an answer that could still earn him mercy, then it was this. Even bringing up Lysa at this moment would mean certain death.

"I made mistake in in greed," Petyr pleaded. "Please spare me. I will leave and run away from King's Landing."

"Who said that you would have to run, Lord Baelish?" Jon Arryn smiled as he patted Petyr's back and continued to walk. Littlefinger followed behind.

"Agreed," Arryn continued, "if I would have discovered this two weeks ago, your head would have rolled by now. But circumstances are a bit different now."

Petyr felt a relief going through his body. It looked as if he still had some chance.

"You know, why I had pushed for you to be appointed as the master of coins?" Jon said. "Naturally, your talent with the coins was one factor. But with nobles from Westerlands and the Stormlands getting more and more influence in the court, I thought to have an ally from Vale would strengthen my position. And thus, I pushed for your name."

"But you betrayed me, Lord Baelish," Jon sighed.

"Please give me a chance," Petyr pleaded. "I will prove myself to be useful. What I did in greed and in ignorance. And once I began, I could not just stop myself."

"Naturally," Jon remarked. "It is now time to strengthen our alliance."

"But first tell me," Jon stopped and looked dead into Petyr's eyes. "Where is all that gold?"

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