𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔞𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔯𝛾

Arya was hanging on chains somewhere in the depths of the Red Castle dungeons. She had recently woken up and tried to remember how she had gotten here and the events of the next few years — she remembered nothing except that she was the daughter of a noble lord, but who was he, who was she? She could only remember her name, and her parents' names, but she couldn't remember their last names, or her own. Oh, she also remembered that she was in Westeros, located in the capital city, and it was some sort of... Castle, right! Red, her think. And the capital... What's it called? The girl remembered nothing, and it took a very long time to remember anything at all. She was silent the whole time - not even trying to speak. There was a thing in her mouth — a rag, I guess, or something... Trying to say anything would be useless, and silence was sometimes better than idle talk, or just some sounds. Finally, after a day or two, maybe more, Arya heard someone's steps — someone's figure was treading on the stairs opposite the girl — it seemed to be a woman. Wearing a crown. Funny, though. — Hello, my dear, — came the woman's voice — she had heard it somewhere. Then a face appeared, also as if very familiar — stiff, with a snake-like smile — the woman had bright blond hair and a silver crown on her head. — You're so confused, — the woman smiled, — So it went well. Your little head is now a vessel that we will soon fill with whatever we want — but don't be afraid of that. We will only tell you the truth, because if we didn't try, you would only remember lies, lots of lies. It's awful to be lied to, isn't it? Fortunately for you, we have freed your head from that, and we will tell you the whole truth — it's bitter, it's unpleasant, but it's the truth. The woman stepped closer and probed Arya with her hands, mostly examining her clothes. Then spoke again. — Oh, baby... You haven't been fed, you're so thin... You're wearing unnecessary rags instead of the clothes of a true lady — that's no good. I'll get rid of these tatters, — the woman took off her clothes in one sharp movement — Arya remained naked, but she didn't make a sound — she realized that she was being helped, just in a rather strange way, but it was better for her. Most likely. — Ready to hear the truth, my little kitten? — the woman took her by the shoulders, giving her a gentle peck on the cheek that made the girl's face turn red. Arya nodded. — Then listen up: You are Arya Stark. You are the youngest daughter of Lord Winterfell and the Warden of the North, Eddard Stark. You were born in Winterfell, and grew up with them — but they didn't prepare you for life. So when your father became Hand of the King, Robert, my deceased husband, he changed — ambition kicked in. When the King died, he decided to take the Iron Throne — but I stopped him, and I was helped by your older sister, Sansa, who was loyal to the Realm. She told me everything. You, thinking we couldn't protect you from our enemies, fled to the city, but when we executed your father and wanted you safe, you didn't know about it, and your father's spy took you out of the city. I think you were at Harrenhal when a friend of our families, Petyr Baelish, master of coin, arrived. After that you seem to have traveled far, far away, beyond the Narrow Sea, to the Free Cities, settled in some brothel in Braavos, and lived there until you remembered who you were — you came back, but not to us — you forgot about us. The Starks are returning to the North after the Boltons. Your half-brother, Jon Snow, betrayed both us and the North, your homeland — he swore fealty to Daenerys Targaryen, who returned from exile in Essos — Petyr tried to help you bring Snow down, but your younger brother Bran interfered, Petyr was killed — you and your sister, as loyal doves to the Realm, conspired against Jon, but he and Daenerys were killed at the Battle of King's Landing, our capital. Bran died in a battle with the Night King, leader of the White Walkers who threatened your region, the North. Sansa was badly maimed, and when she swore allegiance to me, she died — you became Wardeness of the North, but your little head couldn't hold it all together — we had to chain you here, and clear your head of all that — you agreed. And now, here you are, my girl — safe and secure, under the Queen's protection. Remember, you can always count on me here — in any situation, I will always be at your side, just say. After standing for a moment longer, the queen tightened the gag more firmly in Arya's mouth — the girl only twitched a little, but remained silent. — Don't tremble like that, sweetheart, — the queen smiled, giving her a kiss, — It's okay. It's just a precaution, because it's not the time to talk to me yet — for now, I'm telling you, and you're as silent as an obedient little wolf. Arya nodded, bowing her head obediently. The woman stroked her and kissed the top of her head, hugging her lightly despite the chains around Lady Stark. — By the way, if you don't remember, my name is Cersei Lannister. I'm the Queen, so you're fully protected, by me and the Crown. After pondering for a while longer, Cersei asked Arya: — Want to be free of these chains? — She pulled out a key. The girl nodded, — Fine. I wasn't going to keep you here any longer than necessary. She removed her chains, removed the gag from her mouth, and took her into her arms. Arya whimpered, and the queen suddenly kissed her on the lips, not pulling away for several minutes. After that, they walked upstairs together, where they were assisted by guards. Finally, after about half an hour, they found themselves in the queen's room. — You're so cold, sweetheart, — Cersei laid the girl on her back, stroking her swollen belly and her body, which was as cold as ice, — Let me warm you. The girl didn't resist, spreading her legs as Cersei touched her delicate folds with her tongue and covered her lips over her swollen clit. The girl moaned — she had never felt so good with anyone. It was good that she couldn't remember if men had touched her — it couldn't be compared to women, who were much more skillful and made it much more pleasurable. After about ten minutes of moving the queen's tongue in Arya's vagina, she cummed with a loud cry as Cersei continued to pleasure her vagina with her tongue and her clit. The girl shook again, and after a few minutes she cummed. The Queen licked her crotch thoroughly, drinking her delicious, sweet nectar. She moved higher, and reached Arya's lips — she kissed her sweetly, the girl's nectar flowing into her mouth. They stopped kissing only when the air in their lungs ran out, and kissed again, after which, tired, the girls lay down on the bed. — Did you like it? — Lady Lannister asked with a smile, stroking Arya's flat but tender and beautiful breasts, and with her other hand she wound some of the girl's dark hair around her finger. — You certainly do, — the girl turned her pretty face toward Cersei, nuzzling into her lush breasts, each half of them able to fit in the palm of her hand, — I love you, my queen. — And I love you, my love. I'm glad you're no longer "a right" Stark. You're part of our Lannister family now — welcome. — Thank you, Cersei. I'm glad I'm with you now, here in the South, — Arya kissed the woman on the lips, and Her Majesty's delicious saliva flowed into her mouth. And so they fell into sleep, enjoying each other's bodies and kissing passionately. Arya, previously loyal to the North and ready to kill the queen, thanks to the woman's efforts, now slept in the same bed with her. They had loved each other. And even if Lady Stark found out the truth, she'd probably still stay with Cersei — love won't destroy even that. They were together forever — a young wolfness and an adult lioness.