For the Realm
Copyright© 2026 by Carlos Santiago
Chapter 14: Confirmation
Fan Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 14: Confirmation - Two years after Robert's Rebellion, three foreigners visit Tywin Lannister, Lord of Casterly Rock, during his breakfast and alter the course of history for the Seven Kingdoms.
Caution: This Fan Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Blackmail Coercion Consensual Reluctant Romantic Fan Fiction Farming Military Mystery War Alternate History Far Past Magic Cheating Wimp Husband RAAC Polygamy/Polyamory Cream Pie Big Breasts Politics Prostitution Revenge Royalty Slow Violence
The great hall of Winterfell was alive with warmth and laughter. Servants carried trenchers of roasted venison and fresh bread between the tables while musicians filled the air with lively tunes.
The Glovers, Manderlys, Tallharts, Karstarks, and Boltons were all in attendance with a contingent of men. Some were clanking tankards while others were talking over roasted meats. A Northern celebration was not about pageantry, prim and proper clothes, or ostentation but rather a time to revel, drink, and eat well to denote some great moment being marked by those present.
For all of the excitement and merriment however, near the high table, four men were having a light-hearted disagreement.
“The honor ought to be mine,” Robert Baratheon declared, setting down his goblet with a thump. “Ned! I’m a knight. There’s no reason I shouldn’t knight him! I’m his king.”
“Which is exactly why you should do no such thing,” Catelyn interjected before whispering something into Ned’s ear.
Jaime Lannister inclined a cup of wine in the direction of the others.
“I seem to recall I taught him how to hold a sword.”
“By that logic,” Ser Barristan Selmy replied calmly, “should I not be considered for helping finish his education in matters of combat?”
“I believe that I helped oversee his overall education,” Tywin pointed out blandly.
Robert let out a bark of laughter.
“Gods, listen to us. Four old men squabbling over one young wolf.”
“We would do better to resolve this before those in public company look at us as though we are incapable of controlling ourselves, let alone our disciplines,” Barristan observed.
Ned Stark looked between the four of them with a thoughtful glance.
“There is another consideration. If you, Your Grace, were to push the matter of knighting Jon, there would be none that oppose you, but Jon would have the reminder over his head for his whole life that the king played favorites. He would have to work twice as hard as he already does.”
The king’s smile faded. He wanted to argue with his friend, but as a man closer to him than his brothers, Robert could not oppose Ned when he made sense.
Ned gestured toward Tywin, Jaime, and Barristan.
“My son became the man he is because you three invested years into him, so I believe you need to choose amongst yourselves who will do the honor, but do so quietly.”
Robert scratched thoughtfully at his beard before sighing.
“Damn you, Ned. You took this from me.”
“I think we both know I am protecting him as well as a you,” Ned said with a smile.
The king laughed.
“Aye, you likely are. Fair enough. Make them sort it out. I need to a drink ... but not too many.”
Robert looked toward the three Lannister men.
Jaime shrugged to both his superior in knighthood and his father.
“How about we draw lots?”
Barristan nodded at the idea while Tywin appeared altogether unimpressed with the suggestion.
The two old friends departed while the other three were deciding what to do. Tywin looked at them with a knowing glance and shook his head...
“I will not participate in a juvenile exercise. I will find my own way to honor Jon,” Tywin said, leaving the part.
Jaime blinked in confusion at his father’s departing, and he wondered if there was some facet of the moment that he was missing. For his part though, Barristan reached into the pouch at his belt and withdrew a golden stag.
“How about a simpler solution?”
“A coin toss?” Jaime asked, laughing.
Barristan balanced the coin upon his thumb.
“The honor is yours?”
“Tails,” Jaime answered.
The old knight nodded once before sending the coin spinning into the air with the most delicate of flicks of his thumb. The coin reflected the hearth’s life off of it. The two laughed as the coin clattered to the floor.
Jon found Ned and Robert, departing the company of Jaime, Ser Barristan, and Lord Tywin, and he knew that this was his moment to talk to the two.
The king had eaten enough for three men and was halfway through another cup of wine when Jon approached. He knew that food and drink made Robert more pliable, and for what he wished to discuss, he needed them both as reasonable as possible.
“Father. Your Grace.”
“Jon! Come here, boy!” Rober exclaimed, looking up. “You’re sure as fuck taller than I expected you’d be. You were such a runt as a babe!”
“I suspect that is what happens when nearly fourteen years pass, Your Grace.”
“He really is your son, Ned,” Robert observed, barking out laughter. “There’s such a stick up his ass that he can’t relax at his own celebration!”
Ned smiled faintly.
“What is it, Jon?”
Jon hesitated only a moment. The words were ones he had practiced over the last few days because he knew stammering or withholding would do him no good when it came to his father and his kingly friend.
“Given the matters of Snowmark and Graywatch, I wanted to speak with you about Walda Frey.”
Ned’s expression changed immediately.
“Who?” Robert asked. He leaned back for a moment then realization struck him “Ah. The Frey girl. The fat one you made that vow to ... what was it? ... Eight years back.”
“If it would please Your Grace, I would ask you not to speak to her in such a fashion,” Jon said quickly. “I would like to formalize my intent to marry her before you both.”
“See? Stick up his ass, Ned, but he sure as shit is strong willed,” Robert said with a hearty laugh.
“I am also standing right here,” Jon pointed out.
“So you are, lad, so you are,” Robert said, more jovial. “But before we press this matter, you should know not even Walder Frey would be stupid enough to try to hold you to a promise you made when you were eight.”
“I gave her my word,” Jon said simply.
“Aye, and as I said, you were eight,” Robert said. “Gods, boy, I have broken promises I made sober and forgotten them by supper. You’re sixteen now. You have a castle, land, and a future. There are prettier girls in the Seven Kingdoms. Are you sure you want to be tied down when you have not even sown your wild oats yet?”
Jon flexed his hands before shaking his head.
“The world is already filled with unclaimed bastards who will inherit nothing, Your Grace,” Jon said. “I have no intention of adding to that problem. I made a promise to Walda, and I wish to do right by her. I do not need to rush my claim on her, but I gave my word, and she took it. I intend to court her with respect and dignity.”
“Gods be good! Boy’s more stuck on honor than you, Ned,” Robert cried out.
“He gave his word, and that’s the final word I needed,” Ned remarked.
Robert opened his mouth before halting himself.
“There wouldn’t be any other reason you want this young lady? Not trying to unfasten your britches just so you can relieve some of your pent up desires?”
“Snowmark could use her dowry,” Jon replied. “And I could use a lady wife.”
Neither man spoke immediately. However, Robert looked to Ned, and Ned looked from the king to his son.
“You would choose your wife because of a dowry?” Lord Eddard Stark asked.
“I would choose a wife who brings value to Snowmark,” Jon rebuffed.
While he was standing his ground, his left leg shook. Lord Eddard Stark was a man of honor, dignity, loyalty, and a fierce presence that most did not account for when dealing with him. Jon knew all of those detailed qualities about his father, and he was prepared for the pushback he might give. Nonetheless, that did not change the fact that Jon had plotted a course and intended to see events to the end.
“Marriage is not merely an arrangement of coin and land, Jon,” Ned critiqued. “This Frey girl might believe this is a love-match or for honor, and if you only take her up for the coin she might bring, she will come to hate you.”
“Easy, Ned,” Robert said, raising a hand. “You have to remember who helped raise him. I am sure Tywin Lannister would not allow Jon to make a foolish mistake in taking a wife only for the value she brought in.”
Catelyn had approached the three without anyone noticing, and she had heard enough of the conversation to know where the exchange was going.
“Ned, Jon has spent most of his life around Tywin. You cannot expect him to think entirely like a Stark.”
Ned looked toward his wife.
“Must he think like a Lannister?”
“I am not saying Walda is a sack of gold, Father,” Jon said after sighing in defense of himself. “Nor am I asking you to rush this union, Father. I only want my claim on her to be considered seriously. I know she is smarter than her family knows, and she has been treated poorly by her family, and those are reasons enough to take her away from the Twins. That I gave her my word to marry her is enough cause to follow through.”
Ned’s expression softened slightly.
“And the dowry is useful?”
Jon paused but then nodded.
“Walder offered me her weight in silver and gold, Father. I would be a fool not to consider the impact that could have on what I am trying to build here in the North.”
“Gods, Ned. You bred an enterprising son,” Robert said impressed.
If he had not seen the boy fight, Robert might have believed him to be a coin counter, but neither Jaime nor Barristan had been lax in their instruction of Jon’s education in combat. While he had not seen him fight, Robert would have wagered the treasury that Jon was the most formidable single warrior in the North.
“When would you marry her?” Robert heard Ned ask.
“In the first months of next spring.”
That surprised all three adults.
“Why?” Catelyn asked.
“Because I want to wait until winter is over,” Jon replied quickly. “If I am right about Snowmark, and if Graywatch works as I believe it will, then I can prove that both settlements can survive and prosper under my methods. If they work before I marry Walda, then everyone, yourselves included, will know I am marrying her for more than her dowry.”
“It appears you’re planning for everything, Jon,” Ned observed.
“I am trying, Father.”
Catelyn stepped closer upon hearing the answer.
“If you are serious, then I will go to the Twins myself and speak to Walder Frey to ensure he does not cheat you out of his granddaughter’s dowry and to see if this young lady even wants to marry you.”
Robert let out a long laugh.
“Short of Robb, Jon is the most desired match in the North,” Robert let out. “I think Walder Frey would cut off his left leg before he let his grandchild reject Jon.”
“Be that as it may, more than a man is required to make a marriage,” said Catelyn. “If Lord Walder expects his granddaughter to marry a Stark, then he can learn precisely what that means, and that includes allowing the young lady to choose to accept the match.”
“Besides, much can change in eight years,” Ned said. “She might have found an interest closer to home.”
“Oh I doubt that, very much,” Robert said with a laugh.
“Be that as it may, I agree with my wife,” Ned said. “A promise made as a child can be a complicated matter when the children grow up to be adults. We will handle this with respectful care and decency. Walda deserves no less if she is to be your wife, Jon.”
Jon nodded in acceptance. Catelyn looked from Ned to Robert.
Robert lifted his goblet before he spoke.
“You should take Tywin with you, then, if you’re all going to go on this errand,” Robert said.
Catelyn’s expression froze into one of confused irritation while Ned slowly turned toward the king in curiosity.
“If Walder Frey is anything like I remember, you will need to make sure Jon is not cheated,” Robert said. “Walder Frey might want to get his hands into any and every family he can, but he likes to think it is on his terms.”
Robert drained his cup.
“He’s a greedy bastard. Jon, you’re busying establishing a new part of the North. You don’t have time to negotiate. Best Cat and Tywin can do is make sure you’re not cheated.”
To this, the others nodded, and the answer was simple enough.
In the background, Jaime was making a motion for Jon as Tywin was about to join the conversation. With the lull, Ned saw where Jon wanted to be and shrugged, motioning for his son to go.
There was more to do, and other places to be, so Jon smiled and ran to Jaime while Cat, Ned, and Robert went to Tywin, heading for the crypts.
There was a brothel just on the outskirts of Winterfell, and this was exactly the sort of place Jon had expected for him to be.
The establishment smelled of wine, sweat, cheap perfume to cover the other bodily fluid that were all over the place, and poor decisions.
Jaime was much more of an impatient individual than Jon, so he pushed open the door to the private chamber.
Jon stopped behind him because he knew what he would find inside. He was a Stark of the North, yes, but he was also a man with desires like anyone else. A woman’s body had an effect on him.
As such, when Jaime entered to find Tyrion laying upon a bed surrounded by women with large breasts and thick thighs, the knight rolled his eyes. The powerful stench of wine was enough to inform Jaime that his brother had been there for some time.
Tyrion looked at his brother to the open door.
“Well,” Tyrion said at last, “this is awkward. Should I assume Jon is on the other side?”
Jaime rolled his eyes and threw a shirt for a grown man at his under-sized brother.
“Get dressed. Your absence was noticed.”