Chapter 4

My peaceful sleep didn’t last.

I was violently yanked out of my dreams by a sound like a damn chainsaw starting up right next to my ear.

GRRRK-SHHHH-PHEWWW.

I groaned, my eyelids feeling heavy and glued shut.

“Aryan, shut the fuck up,” I mumbled, blindly rolling over in the heavy bed.

But my hand didn’t hit Aryan’s skinny shoulder. It hit a massive, sweaty wall of meat.

My eyes snapped wide open.

Laying right beside me, taking up a solid seventy percent of the giant mattress, was a huge, shirtless man. He had a giant, hairy, fat stomach that heaved up and down with every thunderous snore. A thick, wild black beard covered his face, and he reeked of cheap wine, roasted meat, and stale sweat.

King Robert.

My heart dropped straight into my stomach. Holy shit. I forgot. I’m Cersei Lannister.

A massive wave of pure, unfiltered panic hit me. I quickly pushed myself backward, scrambling away from him until my spine hit the hard wooden headboard of the bed. I sat up against it, bending my knees in tight against my chest in a sharp V-shape, and grabbed the thick fur blanket, pulling it tightly all the way up to my neckline.

I just stared at his massive, snoring form in total horror, my hands actually shaking. I had blacked out pretty hard last night. Did he stumble into the room, get into bed, and just ... fuck me while I was passed out?!

I squeezed my eyes shut, doing a quick mental check. I mean, common sense told me I would definitely feel sore, or at least notice a mess, if a giant like that actually penetrated me while I was asleep. Luckily, everything down there just felt completely normal. But the sheer paranoia of waking up next to him was eating me alive. Looking at the sheer size of his arms, the brutal reality of being a woman in this messed-up universe hit me hard. I didn’t have my gym muscles anymore. I was soft, weak, and delicate. If this giant decided he wanted to force himself on me, I couldn’t fight him off. I was literally his property. I felt so small and incredibly vulnerable.

As I sat there trembling against the headboard, the real reason I had blacked out came rushing back to my mind, hitting me like a freight train.

Just one finger. That was all it took last night, and I had completely melted into the mattress, whining and shaking in pure ecstasy. My face flushed burning hot just thinking about it. I had triggered my first female orgasm.

But then, the absolute worst part hit me, making my stomach drop all over again. I didn’t just touch myself. I remembered exactly what I was thinking about right when I climaxed so hard.

My brain had flashed back to Aryan—looking like that arrogant knight Jaime—forcing that kiss on me in the snowy courtyard. I remembered the exact feeling of his big, rough hand grabbing the back of my neck, pulling me in tight so I couldn’t move, our lips smashing together and our tongues touching.

“Fuck, no,” I whispered to the empty room, lifting my hands and pressing the heels of my palms against my burning eyes.

I felt so incredibly embarrassed I wanted to die. I frantically tried to fight it off, telling myself it wasn’t because of him. It was just this stupid female body! The hormones were just messing with my straight guy brain.

But even as I desperately tried to deny it, just picturing that rough kiss again made a sudden, warm tingling start up right between my legs. My new body actually liked it. The realization made me feel even more lustful, confused, and totally helpless against my own biology.

I needed to get out of this bed right now.

Keeping my eyes glued to the sleeping giant, I carefully pushed the heavy furs off my body and slowly slid my legs over the edge of the mattress. As I stood up, the red silk nightdress—which I had bunched up above my waist last night to explore my vagina—suddenly came loose. The soft, cold silk slipped down my bare thighs and unrolled, flowing all the way down to my ankles as a proper, elegant nightgown again.

I stood there shivering, looking at my reflection in a polished metal mirror nearby. My thick blonde hair was a total frizzy mess, sticking up in every direction. As I quickly tried to brush the tangles out of my face with my fingers, a loud, echoing sound rang out from outside the castle.

BONG. BONG.

It was the morning bells ringing from the Winterfell courtyard.

I completely froze, my heart leaping into my throat. I snapped my head back toward the bed, terrified that the loud noise was going to wake the King up. Robert shifted slightly, letting out a loud, wet snort that made me flinch—but then he just settled back into his deep, thunderous snoring, still totally knocked out from all the northern ale.

I let out a shaky breath. Morning.

The realization hit my brain. Aryan. The tower.

He said we just need to meet at the old, abandoned tower at the edge of the castle to discuss some political alliance, I remembered. Just a simple conversation to fix the glitched episode.

A massive wave of relief washed over me. Right. All I had to do was stand in a dusty room, talk about some boring medieval politics with Aryan until that Stark kid climbed up the wall, and boom—we get caught, the timeline resets, and we get our real bodies back. I trusted Aryan. He was my college roommate, my bro. He wouldn’t lie to me about something this huge. We were a team.

I looked back at the snoring King on the bed. If he woke up and saw me, there was no telling what he’d demand from the me as his wife.

My heart pounding in my chest, I turned around and started to sneak away. The room was huge, the stone walls still holding onto the warmth from the giant stone fireplace, though only a few glowing red embers were left in the ashes. I tiptoed across the freezing stone floor, holding my breath and taking slow, careful steps so my delicate feet wouldn’t make a sound. Every creak of the floorboards made my stomach twist in fear.

I kept my eyes locked on the bed until I finally reached the heavy, dark oak doors at the very end of the room, ready to slip out into the castle and get this stupid meeting over with.

I reached the heavy, dark oak doors and gently placed my hands on the thick wooden latch keeping it locked. I held my breath, slowly and carefully lifting the heavy wooden plate out of its iron hook. It gave a faint clack that made my heart skip a beat, but the thunderous snoring from the bed didn’t even pause. I pulled the heavy door open just enough to slip my body through, stepping out into the hallway and shutting it quietly behind me.