Chapter 14:
Inside the royal bedchamber of Maegor's Holdfast, the air was scorching hot, as if it could ignite at any moment.
The expensive Dornish summer wine was never drunk. The goblet rolled onto the thick carpet, and the deep red liquid spread like blood.
"Look at me, Victor."
Cersei gripped Victor's broad shoulders tightly, her long nails digging almost into his flesh. Her eyes were hazy and wild, as if she wanted to release years of resentment from her loveless marriage in this single moment. "Tell me — I am your queen."
"You are."
Victor lowered his head and kissed her golden hair — the symbol of her power — his voice low and hypnotic like a spell. "But tonight… you are only my woman."
At that moment, everything — the title of Queen, the glory of House Lannister — was thrown aside.
In front of Victor's system-forged [Dragon Body], Cersei's proud dominance melted like snow under the blazing sun, leaving only the most primitive submission.
This was not merely a collision of bodies — it was a battle for power.
Cersei wanted to conquer this powerful man and turn him into her sharp sword. Victor, on the other hand, was taming this lioness, turning her into the warm bed for his ambitions.
The bed curtains shook violently. Candle flames flickered, casting the shadows of two entangled figures onto the wall.
…
No one knew how much time had passed.
The royal bedchamber finally returned to calm.
Cersei lay languidly on Victor's firm chest, her golden hair disheveled. Her usually sharp eyes now showed a rare, girlish softness. Her fingers unconsciously drew circles on his chest — something that drunken Robert could never give her.
Meanwhile, Victor was checking the thrilling system notifications in his mind.
[Ding! Congratulations, host, on successfully conquering core character: Cersei Lannister!] [Favorability Breakthrough: Attachment (75/100)!] [Seeding Judgment in Progress…]
Victor held his breath.
This was the most critical step. If it was an ordinary child, it would only be a bastard. But if it was…
[Conception Successful!] [Mother's Bloodline: Lannister (Golden Lion) + Royal Legitimacy (Queen status).] [Predicted Offspring: Half Pompey bloodline + Half Lannister bloodline, and will nominally carry the "Baratheon" surname!] [Offspring Potential: S-rank (Political Scheme / Ruling Ability MAX).] [Special Reward Triggered: Seed of the Usurper!]
(Note: After birth, this child will possess a "Perfect Disguise Halo." Their appearance will perfectly blend golden hair (Lannister) with black hair (Pompey/Baratheon), arousing no suspicion. Instead, they will become the ideal heir to the Iron Throne!)
A faint, cold smile curved Victor's lips.
It was done.
In the future, the Iron Throne would be occupied by his son. This was the highest-level — "neighbor's king" strategy.
"What are you smiling about?" Cersei looked up lazily.
"I'm thinking about our future."
Victor flipped over and pinned her beneath him once again. Inside her body, a seed capable of overturning the Seven Kingdoms had already taken root.
"Cersei, I promise I will clear all obstacles for you. Whether it's that always-crying Littlefinger, or that 'Rose of Highgarden' trying to steal power from your hands."
At the mention of the "Rose of Highgarden," a flash of killing intent appeared in Cersei's eyes. "That Margaery… Hmph. If not for what that dwarf Tyrion said about 'alliance,' I would have sent her back to Highgarden to grow flowers long ago."
"Don't rush," Victor kissed her lips. "Keeping her still has value. I'll keep an eye on her for you. If she dares to make any moves…"
He made a throat-slitting gesture.
Cersei smiled with satisfaction. She loved Victor's attitude — the willingness to stand against the entire world for her sake.
"Sleep now, my love," she curled up in his arms like a cat. "From tomorrow onward, the gates of the Red Keep will always be open for you."
…
Early the next morning.
The sky was just beginning to brighten. The sea breeze from Blackwater Bay carried a slight chill through the window.
Victor dressed neatly and sprayed a light amount of cologne on his deep purple doublet to cover the lingering scent from last night. He glanced at the still-sleeping Cersei, chose not to wake her, and turned toward the door.
Creak—
The heavy oak door opened.
Outside was a long, silent corridor.
However, the moment Victor stepped out, his body instinctively tensed.
Because in the shadows beside the door stood a man.
A pristine white Kingsguard cloak, golden hair, an enviably handsome face, and emerald-green eyes that currently radiated bone-chilling cold.
Jaime Lannister.
Cersei's twin brother, Kingsguard, Kingslayer, and Cersei's true lover.
Jaime had not yet lost his hand and was currently at the peak of his martial prowess. His hand rested on the hilt of his sword, knuckles white from gripping too tightly.
Their eyes met.
The air seemed to freeze.
Did Jaime know what happened last night?
Of course he did. He was a Kingsguard — standing guard here was his duty. He had listened to the entire night.
"Good morning, Ser Jaime."
Victor broke the silence first. He showed no panic at all. Instead, a infuriatingly elegant smile hung on his face. "Her Grace suffered from a headache last night. I 'treated' her for the entire evening. She's sleeping very peacefully now — it's best not to disturb her."
"'Treated'?"
Jaime forced the word out through gritted teeth, his voice hoarse as if swallowing broken glass. He took a step forward, radiating the oppressive aura of a lion. "Pompey, do you think I don't know what you were doing in there? If she weren't the Queen…"
"If she weren't the Queen, you would have drawn your sword already, right?"
Victor stepped forward fearlessly until their faces were almost touching.
He leaned close to Jaime's ear and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear:
"Save it, Kingslayer. You can't give her what she wants. You can only bring her danger and rumors."
"But I can. I can give her gold, armies, security… and even a real future."
Jaime's pupils contracted violently.
He had been struck where it hurt. His relationship with Cersei was incest — a capital crime that could never see the light of day. Victor, however, was a single noble and the Queen's "favored minister." Everything about it looked perfectly legitimate.
"Stay away from her," Jaime had already drawn his sword an inch, cold steel flashing. "Otherwise, even if you're the man who knocked the Mountain off his horse, I can still cut you into pieces."
Victor looked at the sword and smiled contemptuously.
"You won't do it, Jaime."
Victor actually reached out and boldly pushed the half-drawn sword back into its sheath.
"Kill me, and Cersei will hate you for the rest of her life. Besides… right now, you may not even be able to kill me."
With that, Victor ignored the man who had fallen into self-doubt and pain, straightened his sleeves, and strode confidently down the corridor.
Behind him, Jaime Lannister leaned against the cold wall, staring at Victor's back like a wolf that had successfully stolen meat from the lion's den.
He didn't draw his sword.
Because he knew Victor was right.
…
After leaving the Red Keep, Victor took a deep breath of the morning air.
[Ding! Congratulations, host, on completing "Escape from the Lion's Den"!] [Relationship with Jaime Lannister changed to: Mortal Enemy (Hatred 80/100).] [However, due to Cersei's existence, he cannot act against you openly for now.]
"Mortal enemy it is."
Victor climbed into the carriage that had been waiting at the gate.
Inside, the Hound was dozing with his sword in his arms.
"Where to, boss?" The Hound opened his eyes, caught the strong scent of a woman on Victor, and snorted. "Looks like last night's battle was quite fierce."
"Back to the old residence."
Victor leaned against the soft cushion and closed his eyes to rest.
"Last night wasn't just fierce — it was very expensive. But I planted a priceless seed."
"Next, it's time to check on our first seed."
Victor thought of Alice back home. By now, her belly should already be showing slightly.
Moreover, with the fifty thousand gold dragons contributed by Littlefinger, House Pompey's expansion plans could finally hit the accelerator.
"Hound, after we return, go to the black market and recruit people."
Victor suddenly spoke.
"Recruit who?"
"Blacksmiths, stonemasons, and… homeless orphans. The more, the better."
Victor opened his eyes, a sharp glint flashing within them.
"I'm going to tear down the old Pompey residence and build… a real castle."
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