Post by Mercy E. Valendrian on Jun 15, 2016 4:30:06 GMT
Mercy’s safe haven had become her prison. The gods had granted her one week of marital bliss with the man that she had believed to be her soul mate, only to rip her happiness right from her hands. She had prepared herself for Keiran to be angry with her, but nothing had prepared her for his rage and the hatred that erupted from him as a result. She had prayed that his love for her was stronger than his hatred for her father, but Mercy had never been so wrong in her entire life. Now it felt as though the only thing that could ever trump his hatred for Robert Valendrian was his hatred for her.
She was sure that the only reason she was still alive was because she was pregnant. Otherwise, Keiran likely would have killed her upon discovering exactly who he had married. Her neck still burned just thinking about it. Even though the burn in the shape of his hand was long gone, having been healed by Athena, the emotional scars were still there. From the moment that she plowed right into Keiran in the forest, she never would have expected him to actually hurt her and the knowledge that he had hurt her far more than the burn itself.
Keiran wasn’t the only one who felt the need to shut her out though. Following the lead of their king, many within the palace had become unwelcoming of her, even despite her being their queen. Many had shunned her, whispering cruel things behind her back. More than once she’d heard whispers behind her back about her being “the king’s whore” and that was exactly what she was beginning to feel like: Keiran’s whore… because she certainly wasn’t his wife. A wife slept in the same bed as her husband, felt loved by her husband, and felt safe in his arms. At least, that’s how she’d felt when they’d first married, before everything came crashing down around her.
There were a few who were sympathetic to their queen’s plight, treating her with the same respect and love they had before finding out about her parentage. It had quickly become clear to Mercy exactly who her true friends were. She didn’t know what she would have done without Athena and Lily and even Robb and Roland were proving to be worthy friends. Unsurprisingly, Catherine had been the first to turn on her… though Mercy had never actually counted her as being on her side anyway. The moment Mercy lost favor with her husband, Catherine was right there, intent on trying to seduce Keiran. There was no doubt in Mercy’s mind that the bitch would try to get Keiran to execute her so that he would marry her instead. The last thing the queen wanted to know was how successful Catherine might have been in bedding her husband. As cruel as he was being to her, the thought of Keiran being with another woman made her sick to her stomach.
A lot of things made her sick to her stomach nowadays though. She could no longer stand to be in the same room as her husband for too long, the mere sight of him rubbing salt in her wounds. Every thought she had about him made her chest feel as though it were being torn open and her heart squeezed until it shattered into a billion pieces. It hurt just to breathe… not just when he was around but whenever a thought of him drifted into her tumultuous mind. Unfortunately, that was just about every second of every day.
So deep was her depression that the queen no longer ate in the dining hall, opting instead to dine alone in her chambers. Even then, she didn’t eat much. As a matter of fact, Mercy would have stopped eating all together had it not been for the fact that she had two lives growing inside of her and depending on her for nourishment. Though she hid behind the excuse that she spent most of her time alone because of the discomforts associated with her late pregnancy, everyone knew the truth behind the matter. She was heartbroken, humiliated, and downright depressed, none of which was good for the twins.
Whenever she was around Keiran, it wasn’t usually by choice and it was when her heart hurt her the most. She could no longer bring herself to call him by his name, addressing him only as “your highness” or “my liege” on the off chance that she had to actually speak to him. It had become rare for her to look him in the eye and any confidence she once had was completely deflated. She no longer felt like herself and had become little more than a shell of the woman she had once been. She couldn’t even remember the last time she had given a genuine smile.
Lying in her bed, sleep refused to welcome her as she laid there, soaking in the worst of it all. The moon shining through her windows cast eerie shadows across the walls, her fire having burned out a while before, leaving behind nothing but red hot embers that were slowly turning cold. Night after night, she laid there, cold and alone, wrapped in the arms of desolation rather than the protective embrace of her husband. Gone was the warmth of Keiran’s bed, where she was no longer welcome and perhaps never would be again. If he hadn’t already, he would surely find another woman to take her place beside him in his bed, where he’d gaze at her like she was his world and make love to her until they were both so exhausted that a peaceful and dreamless sleep overcame them.
And there Mercy would be, drowning in herself as she questioned everything about her own self-worth and envisioning herself as the monster in all of this. She was undeserving of Keiran’s love and she knew that she had been stupid to ever think that he could love her for who she was. She could only apologize to him so many times though, every “sorry” falling on deaf ears. She was the daughter of Robert Valendrian… she hadn’t been brought into this world to be loved and she had no right to the happiness that she’d stolen, even if it was only for a short while. Fate was cruel, making her love someone who hated her in return.
As she laid there, curled on her side in the dark, she let a hand rest on her growing stomach, silent tears sliding down her face as one of her babies pressed its tiny foot against her palm. In the two months since she’d last shared a bed with her husband, their twins had grown a good deal more and it pained her to not be able to experience the growth of their babies with him anymore. Her heart ached for the feel of his hand against her stomach and the loving kisses he would place against her protruding belly. She knew that he still loved their twins… there was no doubt about that. She was still there because of them, an obstacle standing between Keiran and his children.
Her impending birth was looming in front of her, filling her with nothing but fear and dread. She should have been excited to finally hold her twins in her arms, but she wasn’t… because she was afraid of Keiran taking them from her. Once the twins were born, he would have no more need for her. She was nothing more than a threat to his throne, after all. Her children would be raised at the breast of a wet nurse and women who would never love them as deeply as their mother. Perhaps they were better off without her too though. If the gods were at all merciful, they would take her in childbirth, before she had to live through the trauma of her babies being ripped from her arms.
Trying to force these awful thoughts from her mind, Mercy was trying her best to sleep, though it wasn’t easy and hadn’t been without Keiran beside her. They had slept in the same bed for only a few short months, but she felt vulnerable without him. Perhaps she should have hated Keiran for the things he’d said and done to her, but she couldn’t. She still loved him and deeply so, like their souls were somehow connected, though she knew he could never feel the same for her. Their marriage had ended before it had really been given a chance to begin. Perhaps she should have been grateful for the few days of bliss they had shared, but she wasn’t. Knowing they could have been that happy forever if she had been born someone else, it just made her more depressed.
Trying to sleep was pointless. She was only going to wind up wallowing in her own self-pity for the rest of the night. Pushing back the covers, she pulled herself out of her bed and approached the window, the moonlight reflecting off of her sullen features. She stood there for a moment, twisting her wedding ring around her finger. Though a part of her wondered why she still wore it, deep down she knew it was because she still loved Keiran and was holding onto the hope that he still loved her somewhere in the depths of his heart.
At the sound of her doors crashing open, the queen jumped and whirled around to see one of her guards stumbling into the room. ”You highness,” he said to her, stumbling as he held his bleeding neck with a trembling hand. He fell to his knees, but as the shocked Mercy approached him to help, he shook his head at her. ”Run-“ he started to say, but a moment later, one of her other guards came in and skewered him with his sword, right in the back.
”WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” Mercy screamed, her face pale as she backed away, horrified as the guard laid dead upon her floor. Her hands rested protectively over her protruding stomach, her heart racing. She would have run as she had been told, but she had nowhere to go but the balcony… and that was a sure fall to her death if she tried to escape that way.
”Lock the door,” Sir Jaime, the one who killed her other guard commanded one of the other two. Sir Rodrick went and did just that and Mercy’s blue eyes searched the room for something to defend herself with.
As Jaime and the last knight in charge of Mercy’s protection, Sir Jorah, approached her, she darted for the fireplace and seized the poker, wielding it as if it were a weapon. ”What do you think you’re doing?!” she demanded, obviously scared as she backed away from them. They weren’t deterred by this though and Jaime smiled at her.
”Just put it down, your highness. You know you can’t stop us,” he said to her, moving in.
”I’m your queen,” she said to them, refusing to disarm. ”I demand-“
”NO,” Jaime snarled, coming at her. He caught her by the wrist as she swung the poker at him and slammed her into the wall. As he slammed her wrist against the it, she had no choice but to let it go, crying out in pain as it clattered to the floor. Tears stung her eyes as he pinned her there, her twins stirring restlessly inside of her.
”I don’t take commands from you. You’re not my queen, you’re nothing more than the king’s whore. I will never bow down to someone with the blood of Robert Valendrian in them,” Jaime said, looking at her with absolute disgust and loathing. ”And I don’t plan on ever bowing down to either of those things inside of you either.”
When he went and set a hand on her stomach, Mercy tried to push him away. Hitting him as hard as she could in her struggle, she managed to slip out of his arms and tried to run by him, only for Rodrick and Jorah to grab her by the arms and throw her onto the bed.
”NO-“ she cried, but Jaime didn’t give a damn about her pleas as he climbed on top of her. She grabbed his wrists but couldn’t stop him as he tore the front of her nightgown. Rodrick moved to the other side of the bed and climbed onto it. He pulled her to him so that he could hold her, effectively lessening her struggles and preventing her from striking Jaime as he tore off her nightgown.
”Why is it you get to go first?” Jorah asked, moving to the door and listening for anyone that might be passing by.
”Because I’m not fucking her after you two have already fucked her. Besides, I was the one who killed Ned while you two just stood there, trying to decide if you wanted to do this or not.”
Tears poured down Mercy’s face as she squirmed in Rodrick’s arms, wanting but unable to cover her naked body. ”Keiran’s going to kill you for this,” she said to them, praying that she could make them see reason. These men were her guards… she had thought for sure that she could trust them to keep her safe and yet there they were, pinning her to her bed, about to rape her.
”And who’s going to tell him? You?” Jaime asked, throwing her torn nightgown aside. ” You won’t even have the chance. When we’re done with you, we’re going to gut you and let you and your twins die on the floor. I’m sure the king will understand that we were just too late to save you from Sir Eddard… but at least we were able to kill him for the things he did to you and your babies… Besides, the king doesn’t give a damn about you. He’ll be happier once he’s rid of you.”
”No, please, I-“
”Shut her the fuck up before someone hears her,” Jaime said and Rodrick covered her mouth with his hand. Jaime pushed her legs open, kneeling between them. Leaning over her, Jaime made a soft shushing noise, wiping her tears away, but only making matters worse. ”You should have never come to Van’Ostgar… Now we’re going to treat you like the little whore that you are… or do you only open your legs for kings? Doesn’t matter, we’re going to fuck you until you break anyway.”
The moment he touched her, his hand trailing down her body between them and stroking the length of her opening, Mercy cried out against Rodrick’s hand. This couldn’t be happening; she was going to be sick. She’d never been touched in such an intimate place by anyone other than Keiran and Jaime’s touch was unwanted and unwelcomed, even by her body as he found her dry and unprepared for him. As he forced two of his fingers into her, Mercy just couldn’t take it. She would do anything to defend her twins.
Fighting against his hold, Mercy managed to bite Rodrick’s hand and did so as hard as she possibly could before kicking Jaime away. She managed to land a kick right in his face, knocking him off of the bed. Both men howled with pain as she scrambled off of the bed and ran toward the door.
”GET OFF OF ME!” she screamed as Jorah grabbed her from behind and pulled her against his chest. Fighting against him as he unsheathed his dagger from his belt, she desperately tried to push his hand away. In their struggle, she grabbed the dagger by the blade, slicing her hand open and screaming in pain. She didn’t let go right away though, trying to hold it off out of the fear that he would slit her throat. Ultimately, Jorah won the battle and pressed the now bloody dagger to her throat as she nursed her trembling and bleeding hand.
”Scream one more time and I’ll slit your pretty little neck. I have no problem fucking you as you bleed out on this floor,” Jorah said as the other two approached. Jaime looked furious, his nose bleeding profusely from her kick.
”You fucking bitch,” Jaime snarled, storming toward them and backhanding her so hard across the face that she was sure she blacked out for a moment. She tasted blood on her lip as Jaime pushed Jorah away and knew that he’d hit her so hard that he’d split her lip. Grabbing her by the hair, he forced the trembling and crying queen onto her knees, kneeling behind her as he did so.
”Please, my babies…” Mercy cried, but they didn’t care. Jaime released her hair only to reach around her and wrap his hand around her throat so that she had to struggle to breathe. At the same time, he reached his other hand around and forced his calloused fingers into her again, rubbing her. Reaching between her legs, she tried to pull his hand away, his touch forceful and painful.
”Your babies are going to suffer just as much as you, I’ll be sure of it. You never should have opened your legs and fucked our king… You’re getting what you deserve,” he said in her ear before releasing her throat. His hand moved to her breast, squeezing and massaging it as his lips trailed down her neck. She wasn’t prepared for him to bite her neck and he wasn’t gentle in doing so either. He didn’t stop with just one bite though, leaving her with multiple marks down her neck and shoulder as he continued to thrust his fingers into her.
”Oh gods,” she cried as her orgasm radiated through her, filling her with shame and confusion. There was no pleasure in it at all and it only filled her with the desire to crawl into a corner and die. Dread consumed her and she prayed for something, anything to stop these men from forcing themselves into her.
”Do you feel that? You’re going to be coming around my cock next,” Jaime growled, his voice low with arousal. As he pushed Mercy down onto all fours, Jorah knelt in front of her, yanking her by the hair so that she was forced to look up at him as he held the tip of his dagger against her throat as a warning not to scream.
It took everything she had to hold back her cry of pain as Jaime raked his fingers down her back, his nails leaving angry scratches in their wake. She could only whimper in response, bracing herself as she heard him undoing his pants, ready to fuck her from behind.
When the door came crashing open, Rodrick went for his sword, but he was too slow for Robb who disarmed him in an instant before knocking him right out with the hilt of his sword. As Robb’s men seized Jorah as he jumped to his feet, the hand of the king dragged Jaime away from the queen.
”Put your fucking dick away, you piece of shit,” Robb snarled before giving him a swift kick in the balls. ”Put them all in irons and drag their asses to the dungeons to face the king’s wrath.”
Grabbing her robe, Robb rushed to Mercy’s side as his men took over with Jaime as well, quick to shield their queen’s naked body. ”Gods, Mercy,” he said, kneeling by her and helping her into the robe as she sobbed. Robb would never understand in a million years just how grateful she was that he had barged in when he had. Once she was covered, Mercy’s arms wrapped around him and he held her, trying to calm her.
”You really think he gives a damn about her? King Keiran will thank me for my attempts to get rid of this slut you call queen,” Jaime said, his voice stressed from the kick he’d received to his family jewels. Mercy feared that he was right though. Keiran would have been happy to be rid of her at least.
”GET THEM OUT OF MY SIGHT BEFORE I CASTRATE ALL OF THEM AND SHOVE THEIR COCKS UP THEIR OWN ASSES TO SEE HOW THEY LIKE BEING RAPED AND GUTTED,” Robb snapped, holding Mercy’s head to his chest and shielding her eyes from her would-be rapists as she cried against him.
His men, looking almost as angry as Robb and sympathetic toward their queen, did just that. When they were finally gone, Robb pulled back to assess the damage they had done. ”Are you okay?” he asked her, his brows furrowed, only for her to shake her head.
”Come on…” he said to her, getting to his feet and helping her up at the same time.
”Robb-“ she started to protest as he pulled her toward the door as gently as he could in his fury.
”This has to end, Mercy. I’ll be damned if anyone tries something like this again. You don’t deserve any of this.”
It took a moment, through her tears, for Mercy to realize exactly where he was leading her. ”Robb, no,” she begged him, dread filling her as they approached the doors of the war room where she knew Keiran likely was even though she would have expected him to be sleeping soundly in his chambers… chambers that were supposed to be theirs but never would be again. ”Please, I don’t want him to know. He’ll just hate me even more-“
”Get the fuck out of my way. Have some fucking respect for your queen and avert your eyes before I gouge them out myself,” Robb said to the guards outside the war room doors. He didn’t even wait for them to open the door and barged right in.
”GET THE FUCK OUT,” he growled at Lord Mormont the moment he saw him there, likely advising Keiran to use Mercy against her father again or telling him that he should execute her once the twins were born. Mercy kept her gaze down, not wanting to see the disgust in her husband’s eyes.
”Excuse me? I’ll have you know-“ Lord Mormont started to say, but Robb wasn’t having it.
”I said get the fuck out. I have matters for the king that are too important for your miniscule brain to comprehend. Now GET OUT!”
As Lord Mormont passed by, he looked the trembling queen up and down as she practically hid behind Robb. Before he could continue out the doors, Robb set a hand on his chest to stop him, glaring down at him. ”If I find out you had anything to do with this, gods help me, I’ll shove my sword so far up your ass that it will come out your nose.”
”Are you threatening me?” Lord Mormont asked, trying to act calm, but there was fear in his eyes.
”Yes.” The two men glared at each other for a moment before Lord Mormont finally left, the doors closing behind him as Robb turned his attention on Keiran.
”Are you happy with yourself?” Robb asked his nephew, pulling Mercy forward so that Keiran could see her more clearly. Wearing only her robe, the queen was trembling so badly she was sure that her knees would give out. Her tears hadn’t stopped, nor had the bleeding of her hand, blood staining the front of her robe from the injury. Blood had even soaked through the back of her robe from the scratches Sir Jaime had graciously left her with. Her body was covered with bruises, a few of the bite marks on her neck visible, though the rest were shielded from the eye by her robe. The worst of her bruises were wrapped around her neck in the shape of Jaime’s hands. Her split lip had stopped bleeding and her cheek had bruised, but she was doing her best not to look at her husband, heartbroken by his hatred for her and ashamed that she’d allowed another man to touch her.
”WHEN IS IT GOING TO STOP, KEIRAN?! YOUR PEOPLE LOOK UP TO YOU AND IF YOU CAN’T RESPECT YOUR QUEEN, THEY WON’T! Your wife was nearly raped and murdered by her own goddamn guards tonight because of you,” Robb snarled, not at all deterred by the fact that he was addressing his king. Mercy had never seen Robb so furious before and finally lifted her tear-filled eyes to Keiran, her heart seizing as she did so.
Her hands came to rest on her stomach, even as the one bled, worried for her twins as they moved within her stomach. She couldn’t bear the thought of either of them having been hurt in her skirmish with the guards. Mercy couldn’t even bring herself to speak, her throat feeling constricted. Her body ached and she wanted nothing more than to lie down and never get up.
”Look at her. How does it feel to know that this happened to her because of you? What sort of man just let’s this happen to his wife and unborn children?!” Robb demanded, his glare so full of rage as he looked at Keiran that it was a surprise the king didn’t burst into flames.
She was sure that the only reason she was still alive was because she was pregnant. Otherwise, Keiran likely would have killed her upon discovering exactly who he had married. Her neck still burned just thinking about it. Even though the burn in the shape of his hand was long gone, having been healed by Athena, the emotional scars were still there. From the moment that she plowed right into Keiran in the forest, she never would have expected him to actually hurt her and the knowledge that he had hurt her far more than the burn itself.
Keiran wasn’t the only one who felt the need to shut her out though. Following the lead of their king, many within the palace had become unwelcoming of her, even despite her being their queen. Many had shunned her, whispering cruel things behind her back. More than once she’d heard whispers behind her back about her being “the king’s whore” and that was exactly what she was beginning to feel like: Keiran’s whore… because she certainly wasn’t his wife. A wife slept in the same bed as her husband, felt loved by her husband, and felt safe in his arms. At least, that’s how she’d felt when they’d first married, before everything came crashing down around her.
There were a few who were sympathetic to their queen’s plight, treating her with the same respect and love they had before finding out about her parentage. It had quickly become clear to Mercy exactly who her true friends were. She didn’t know what she would have done without Athena and Lily and even Robb and Roland were proving to be worthy friends. Unsurprisingly, Catherine had been the first to turn on her… though Mercy had never actually counted her as being on her side anyway. The moment Mercy lost favor with her husband, Catherine was right there, intent on trying to seduce Keiran. There was no doubt in Mercy’s mind that the bitch would try to get Keiran to execute her so that he would marry her instead. The last thing the queen wanted to know was how successful Catherine might have been in bedding her husband. As cruel as he was being to her, the thought of Keiran being with another woman made her sick to her stomach.
A lot of things made her sick to her stomach nowadays though. She could no longer stand to be in the same room as her husband for too long, the mere sight of him rubbing salt in her wounds. Every thought she had about him made her chest feel as though it were being torn open and her heart squeezed until it shattered into a billion pieces. It hurt just to breathe… not just when he was around but whenever a thought of him drifted into her tumultuous mind. Unfortunately, that was just about every second of every day.
So deep was her depression that the queen no longer ate in the dining hall, opting instead to dine alone in her chambers. Even then, she didn’t eat much. As a matter of fact, Mercy would have stopped eating all together had it not been for the fact that she had two lives growing inside of her and depending on her for nourishment. Though she hid behind the excuse that she spent most of her time alone because of the discomforts associated with her late pregnancy, everyone knew the truth behind the matter. She was heartbroken, humiliated, and downright depressed, none of which was good for the twins.
Whenever she was around Keiran, it wasn’t usually by choice and it was when her heart hurt her the most. She could no longer bring herself to call him by his name, addressing him only as “your highness” or “my liege” on the off chance that she had to actually speak to him. It had become rare for her to look him in the eye and any confidence she once had was completely deflated. She no longer felt like herself and had become little more than a shell of the woman she had once been. She couldn’t even remember the last time she had given a genuine smile.
Lying in her bed, sleep refused to welcome her as she laid there, soaking in the worst of it all. The moon shining through her windows cast eerie shadows across the walls, her fire having burned out a while before, leaving behind nothing but red hot embers that were slowly turning cold. Night after night, she laid there, cold and alone, wrapped in the arms of desolation rather than the protective embrace of her husband. Gone was the warmth of Keiran’s bed, where she was no longer welcome and perhaps never would be again. If he hadn’t already, he would surely find another woman to take her place beside him in his bed, where he’d gaze at her like she was his world and make love to her until they were both so exhausted that a peaceful and dreamless sleep overcame them.
And there Mercy would be, drowning in herself as she questioned everything about her own self-worth and envisioning herself as the monster in all of this. She was undeserving of Keiran’s love and she knew that she had been stupid to ever think that he could love her for who she was. She could only apologize to him so many times though, every “sorry” falling on deaf ears. She was the daughter of Robert Valendrian… she hadn’t been brought into this world to be loved and she had no right to the happiness that she’d stolen, even if it was only for a short while. Fate was cruel, making her love someone who hated her in return.
As she laid there, curled on her side in the dark, she let a hand rest on her growing stomach, silent tears sliding down her face as one of her babies pressed its tiny foot against her palm. In the two months since she’d last shared a bed with her husband, their twins had grown a good deal more and it pained her to not be able to experience the growth of their babies with him anymore. Her heart ached for the feel of his hand against her stomach and the loving kisses he would place against her protruding belly. She knew that he still loved their twins… there was no doubt about that. She was still there because of them, an obstacle standing between Keiran and his children.
Her impending birth was looming in front of her, filling her with nothing but fear and dread. She should have been excited to finally hold her twins in her arms, but she wasn’t… because she was afraid of Keiran taking them from her. Once the twins were born, he would have no more need for her. She was nothing more than a threat to his throne, after all. Her children would be raised at the breast of a wet nurse and women who would never love them as deeply as their mother. Perhaps they were better off without her too though. If the gods were at all merciful, they would take her in childbirth, before she had to live through the trauma of her babies being ripped from her arms.
Trying to force these awful thoughts from her mind, Mercy was trying her best to sleep, though it wasn’t easy and hadn’t been without Keiran beside her. They had slept in the same bed for only a few short months, but she felt vulnerable without him. Perhaps she should have hated Keiran for the things he’d said and done to her, but she couldn’t. She still loved him and deeply so, like their souls were somehow connected, though she knew he could never feel the same for her. Their marriage had ended before it had really been given a chance to begin. Perhaps she should have been grateful for the few days of bliss they had shared, but she wasn’t. Knowing they could have been that happy forever if she had been born someone else, it just made her more depressed.
Trying to sleep was pointless. She was only going to wind up wallowing in her own self-pity for the rest of the night. Pushing back the covers, she pulled herself out of her bed and approached the window, the moonlight reflecting off of her sullen features. She stood there for a moment, twisting her wedding ring around her finger. Though a part of her wondered why she still wore it, deep down she knew it was because she still loved Keiran and was holding onto the hope that he still loved her somewhere in the depths of his heart.
At the sound of her doors crashing open, the queen jumped and whirled around to see one of her guards stumbling into the room. ”You highness,” he said to her, stumbling as he held his bleeding neck with a trembling hand. He fell to his knees, but as the shocked Mercy approached him to help, he shook his head at her. ”Run-“ he started to say, but a moment later, one of her other guards came in and skewered him with his sword, right in the back.
”WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” Mercy screamed, her face pale as she backed away, horrified as the guard laid dead upon her floor. Her hands rested protectively over her protruding stomach, her heart racing. She would have run as she had been told, but she had nowhere to go but the balcony… and that was a sure fall to her death if she tried to escape that way.
”Lock the door,” Sir Jaime, the one who killed her other guard commanded one of the other two. Sir Rodrick went and did just that and Mercy’s blue eyes searched the room for something to defend herself with.
As Jaime and the last knight in charge of Mercy’s protection, Sir Jorah, approached her, she darted for the fireplace and seized the poker, wielding it as if it were a weapon. ”What do you think you’re doing?!” she demanded, obviously scared as she backed away from them. They weren’t deterred by this though and Jaime smiled at her.
”Just put it down, your highness. You know you can’t stop us,” he said to her, moving in.
”I’m your queen,” she said to them, refusing to disarm. ”I demand-“
”NO,” Jaime snarled, coming at her. He caught her by the wrist as she swung the poker at him and slammed her into the wall. As he slammed her wrist against the it, she had no choice but to let it go, crying out in pain as it clattered to the floor. Tears stung her eyes as he pinned her there, her twins stirring restlessly inside of her.
”I don’t take commands from you. You’re not my queen, you’re nothing more than the king’s whore. I will never bow down to someone with the blood of Robert Valendrian in them,” Jaime said, looking at her with absolute disgust and loathing. ”And I don’t plan on ever bowing down to either of those things inside of you either.”
When he went and set a hand on her stomach, Mercy tried to push him away. Hitting him as hard as she could in her struggle, she managed to slip out of his arms and tried to run by him, only for Rodrick and Jorah to grab her by the arms and throw her onto the bed.
”NO-“ she cried, but Jaime didn’t give a damn about her pleas as he climbed on top of her. She grabbed his wrists but couldn’t stop him as he tore the front of her nightgown. Rodrick moved to the other side of the bed and climbed onto it. He pulled her to him so that he could hold her, effectively lessening her struggles and preventing her from striking Jaime as he tore off her nightgown.
”Why is it you get to go first?” Jorah asked, moving to the door and listening for anyone that might be passing by.
”Because I’m not fucking her after you two have already fucked her. Besides, I was the one who killed Ned while you two just stood there, trying to decide if you wanted to do this or not.”
Tears poured down Mercy’s face as she squirmed in Rodrick’s arms, wanting but unable to cover her naked body. ”Keiran’s going to kill you for this,” she said to them, praying that she could make them see reason. These men were her guards… she had thought for sure that she could trust them to keep her safe and yet there they were, pinning her to her bed, about to rape her.
”And who’s going to tell him? You?” Jaime asked, throwing her torn nightgown aside. ” You won’t even have the chance. When we’re done with you, we’re going to gut you and let you and your twins die on the floor. I’m sure the king will understand that we were just too late to save you from Sir Eddard… but at least we were able to kill him for the things he did to you and your babies… Besides, the king doesn’t give a damn about you. He’ll be happier once he’s rid of you.”
”No, please, I-“
”Shut her the fuck up before someone hears her,” Jaime said and Rodrick covered her mouth with his hand. Jaime pushed her legs open, kneeling between them. Leaning over her, Jaime made a soft shushing noise, wiping her tears away, but only making matters worse. ”You should have never come to Van’Ostgar… Now we’re going to treat you like the little whore that you are… or do you only open your legs for kings? Doesn’t matter, we’re going to fuck you until you break anyway.”
The moment he touched her, his hand trailing down her body between them and stroking the length of her opening, Mercy cried out against Rodrick’s hand. This couldn’t be happening; she was going to be sick. She’d never been touched in such an intimate place by anyone other than Keiran and Jaime’s touch was unwanted and unwelcomed, even by her body as he found her dry and unprepared for him. As he forced two of his fingers into her, Mercy just couldn’t take it. She would do anything to defend her twins.
Fighting against his hold, Mercy managed to bite Rodrick’s hand and did so as hard as she possibly could before kicking Jaime away. She managed to land a kick right in his face, knocking him off of the bed. Both men howled with pain as she scrambled off of the bed and ran toward the door.
”GET OFF OF ME!” she screamed as Jorah grabbed her from behind and pulled her against his chest. Fighting against him as he unsheathed his dagger from his belt, she desperately tried to push his hand away. In their struggle, she grabbed the dagger by the blade, slicing her hand open and screaming in pain. She didn’t let go right away though, trying to hold it off out of the fear that he would slit her throat. Ultimately, Jorah won the battle and pressed the now bloody dagger to her throat as she nursed her trembling and bleeding hand.
”Scream one more time and I’ll slit your pretty little neck. I have no problem fucking you as you bleed out on this floor,” Jorah said as the other two approached. Jaime looked furious, his nose bleeding profusely from her kick.
”You fucking bitch,” Jaime snarled, storming toward them and backhanding her so hard across the face that she was sure she blacked out for a moment. She tasted blood on her lip as Jaime pushed Jorah away and knew that he’d hit her so hard that he’d split her lip. Grabbing her by the hair, he forced the trembling and crying queen onto her knees, kneeling behind her as he did so.
”Please, my babies…” Mercy cried, but they didn’t care. Jaime released her hair only to reach around her and wrap his hand around her throat so that she had to struggle to breathe. At the same time, he reached his other hand around and forced his calloused fingers into her again, rubbing her. Reaching between her legs, she tried to pull his hand away, his touch forceful and painful.
”Your babies are going to suffer just as much as you, I’ll be sure of it. You never should have opened your legs and fucked our king… You’re getting what you deserve,” he said in her ear before releasing her throat. His hand moved to her breast, squeezing and massaging it as his lips trailed down her neck. She wasn’t prepared for him to bite her neck and he wasn’t gentle in doing so either. He didn’t stop with just one bite though, leaving her with multiple marks down her neck and shoulder as he continued to thrust his fingers into her.
”Oh gods,” she cried as her orgasm radiated through her, filling her with shame and confusion. There was no pleasure in it at all and it only filled her with the desire to crawl into a corner and die. Dread consumed her and she prayed for something, anything to stop these men from forcing themselves into her.
”Do you feel that? You’re going to be coming around my cock next,” Jaime growled, his voice low with arousal. As he pushed Mercy down onto all fours, Jorah knelt in front of her, yanking her by the hair so that she was forced to look up at him as he held the tip of his dagger against her throat as a warning not to scream.
It took everything she had to hold back her cry of pain as Jaime raked his fingers down her back, his nails leaving angry scratches in their wake. She could only whimper in response, bracing herself as she heard him undoing his pants, ready to fuck her from behind.
When the door came crashing open, Rodrick went for his sword, but he was too slow for Robb who disarmed him in an instant before knocking him right out with the hilt of his sword. As Robb’s men seized Jorah as he jumped to his feet, the hand of the king dragged Jaime away from the queen.
”Put your fucking dick away, you piece of shit,” Robb snarled before giving him a swift kick in the balls. ”Put them all in irons and drag their asses to the dungeons to face the king’s wrath.”
Grabbing her robe, Robb rushed to Mercy’s side as his men took over with Jaime as well, quick to shield their queen’s naked body. ”Gods, Mercy,” he said, kneeling by her and helping her into the robe as she sobbed. Robb would never understand in a million years just how grateful she was that he had barged in when he had. Once she was covered, Mercy’s arms wrapped around him and he held her, trying to calm her.
”You really think he gives a damn about her? King Keiran will thank me for my attempts to get rid of this slut you call queen,” Jaime said, his voice stressed from the kick he’d received to his family jewels. Mercy feared that he was right though. Keiran would have been happy to be rid of her at least.
”GET THEM OUT OF MY SIGHT BEFORE I CASTRATE ALL OF THEM AND SHOVE THEIR COCKS UP THEIR OWN ASSES TO SEE HOW THEY LIKE BEING RAPED AND GUTTED,” Robb snapped, holding Mercy’s head to his chest and shielding her eyes from her would-be rapists as she cried against him.
His men, looking almost as angry as Robb and sympathetic toward their queen, did just that. When they were finally gone, Robb pulled back to assess the damage they had done. ”Are you okay?” he asked her, his brows furrowed, only for her to shake her head.
”Come on…” he said to her, getting to his feet and helping her up at the same time.
”Robb-“ she started to protest as he pulled her toward the door as gently as he could in his fury.
”This has to end, Mercy. I’ll be damned if anyone tries something like this again. You don’t deserve any of this.”
It took a moment, through her tears, for Mercy to realize exactly where he was leading her. ”Robb, no,” she begged him, dread filling her as they approached the doors of the war room where she knew Keiran likely was even though she would have expected him to be sleeping soundly in his chambers… chambers that were supposed to be theirs but never would be again. ”Please, I don’t want him to know. He’ll just hate me even more-“
”Get the fuck out of my way. Have some fucking respect for your queen and avert your eyes before I gouge them out myself,” Robb said to the guards outside the war room doors. He didn’t even wait for them to open the door and barged right in.
”GET THE FUCK OUT,” he growled at Lord Mormont the moment he saw him there, likely advising Keiran to use Mercy against her father again or telling him that he should execute her once the twins were born. Mercy kept her gaze down, not wanting to see the disgust in her husband’s eyes.
”Excuse me? I’ll have you know-“ Lord Mormont started to say, but Robb wasn’t having it.
”I said get the fuck out. I have matters for the king that are too important for your miniscule brain to comprehend. Now GET OUT!”
As Lord Mormont passed by, he looked the trembling queen up and down as she practically hid behind Robb. Before he could continue out the doors, Robb set a hand on his chest to stop him, glaring down at him. ”If I find out you had anything to do with this, gods help me, I’ll shove my sword so far up your ass that it will come out your nose.”
”Are you threatening me?” Lord Mormont asked, trying to act calm, but there was fear in his eyes.
”Yes.” The two men glared at each other for a moment before Lord Mormont finally left, the doors closing behind him as Robb turned his attention on Keiran.
”Are you happy with yourself?” Robb asked his nephew, pulling Mercy forward so that Keiran could see her more clearly. Wearing only her robe, the queen was trembling so badly she was sure that her knees would give out. Her tears hadn’t stopped, nor had the bleeding of her hand, blood staining the front of her robe from the injury. Blood had even soaked through the back of her robe from the scratches Sir Jaime had graciously left her with. Her body was covered with bruises, a few of the bite marks on her neck visible, though the rest were shielded from the eye by her robe. The worst of her bruises were wrapped around her neck in the shape of Jaime’s hands. Her split lip had stopped bleeding and her cheek had bruised, but she was doing her best not to look at her husband, heartbroken by his hatred for her and ashamed that she’d allowed another man to touch her.
”WHEN IS IT GOING TO STOP, KEIRAN?! YOUR PEOPLE LOOK UP TO YOU AND IF YOU CAN’T RESPECT YOUR QUEEN, THEY WON’T! Your wife was nearly raped and murdered by her own goddamn guards tonight because of you,” Robb snarled, not at all deterred by the fact that he was addressing his king. Mercy had never seen Robb so furious before and finally lifted her tear-filled eyes to Keiran, her heart seizing as she did so.
Her hands came to rest on her stomach, even as the one bled, worried for her twins as they moved within her stomach. She couldn’t bear the thought of either of them having been hurt in her skirmish with the guards. Mercy couldn’t even bring herself to speak, her throat feeling constricted. Her body ached and she wanted nothing more than to lie down and never get up.
”Look at her. How does it feel to know that this happened to her because of you? What sort of man just let’s this happen to his wife and unborn children?!” Robb demanded, his glare so full of rage as he looked at Keiran that it was a surprise the king didn’t burst into flames.
