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Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2015 14:24:36 GMT
And with twilight settling it's bounds on King's Landing, Cersei had been arranging a dinner with Sansa in the private dining quarters of the Red Keep. She had no intention in mind to bond with the girl. Sansa was a littler girl, malleable and gullible. Cersei could dig her claws in her. For a Stark, she was extremely weak. It must be her horrid Tully blood, Cersei reflected. What at the Stark girl was doing in King's Landing was rather worthless, until Robb had shown improvement in his war, and had captured Jaime. If he died, Cersei promised she would have Sansa's throat cut, but allowing her son to do what he please with her before so. And yet, Cersei hadn't felt bad for her, and hadn't looked badly upon herself. Even for the Stark girl, Cersei was placing elegant orders for apple cakes, almonds, fruit, and honeyed meats for the dinner. Of course in small portions. They weren't men, or a great cow like that Brienne that serves Renly. "Make sure you cook the meat correctly. If even a single morsel is cold, I will have your fingers fed to the goats." Cersei puttered a stern stare to the chef. She gave a daring stare back. "Lord Tywin has requested his food before all else, Your Grace." the maiden had chiefly muttered. "Is Lord Tywin the king now? I won't repeat myself. And if I have to, perhaps I will send you to a Red Priest. We're aware of what they do with fire." Cersei was clenching her teeth tightly, holding back her anger. It seemed to move the chef at the mention of being burnt alive. It was clear she had no education. Humans being burnt for R'hllor all must have king's blood. The chefs that all roamed the keep were no more then queer bastards who could cook instead of rule, bed, build, and fight. Rather worthless in Cersei's opinion, but she's glad she doesn't need to do the cooking. "Send for the Stark girl. See to it that she is dressed." Cersei commanded a nearby servant. His craggy, black hair shagged in front of his withered face as he bowed. Cersei turned to the seven Lannister guards protecting her. "Two of you see to it that Sansa is safe." Cersei would sooner send a lusty mercenary to guard the Stark if need be, but she really wanted her men guarding the Stark girl to increase her tension, so she can't clear her words and thoughts before the dinner comes. And at this moment, Cersei took a deep breath, and flashed a clever smile as she made way for the dining quarters. Sansa Stark
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Post by Sansa Stark on Apr 14, 2015 14:54:55 GMT
Sansa had been about to call a servant for her dinner when she heard a knock at her door. She checked that her dress was sitting right an subconsciously ran a hand over her skirts as she moved to open the door. Her eyes first took in the servant and then the two Lannister guards standing between them and knew her night was not to be the peaceful one she had planed before the servant even spoke.
"The Queen Regent asks for you you to join her for dinner, Lady Stark", the servant stated. Sansa looked once more to the Lannister guards and knew she could not ignore the summons. She was. Expected and she would have to go anyway. Sansa dismissed the man to follow what ever task the queen still had for him and moved to the guards who followed her down the hall. The young girl clasped her hands in front of her to hide the slight shake that she felt in them. She had no clue what the queen would want from her now.
Sansa stopped infringing of the dreaded door sooner then she would have expected and a knock was placed on the door by a guard before she could get the chance to pull together her wits. She was ushered into the room. She dropped into a curtsy to the queen when she was inside, "you called for me, your grace?", she asked softly, half hoping there was some mistake and she might be allowed to return to her rooms.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2015 23:43:48 GMT
Cersei carried an annoyed expression upon her face, clearly visible and radiant. She stood up, in common courtesy. "Sit." She commanded with a half-smile. She was in no pressure to ease anything for the girl. Cersei had been doing the exact opposite. Her hatred for the Starks and Tullys was large, and the easiest target was Sansa. Cersei was using her as a lure for Robb, though hadn't seen much repercussion in him to release Jaime. And he will not see me set the Stark whelp free, Cersei indulged in her dark mindset. Cersei scarce enjoys dinners with company, only her children solely she does. But with Joff, it's been problematic, since he wants everyone in the keep to treat breakfast as a feast, which was ridiculous even to Cersei. She tends to drunken herself, with more stares with each drink of wine. She wouldn't treat this dinner as a feast. Four legs of honeyed duck sat in the middle of the table, with purple grapes and watermelon, salts and pellets of spices, and lemon-cakes. Two large, elegant plates embedded with the Lannister sigil sat in front of each seat; the table was made of iron and bronze, rounded and circular, with dragons carved into it. Silk bolts draped around the edges of the table, dangling loosely from the wind of the open balcony. The seats, fully bronze with rubies encrusted, sat across the table, so Sansa would stare upon Cersei, and so eye would meet eye. Cersei glared at the guards. "Guard us. One behind me and one behind the girl." Cersei waved them on coldly. She glimmered back at Sansa. "I will expect you to serve yourself. Don't trouble yourself over the wine though, it's been poured." The wine was strong, made with the finest of strawberries. And Cersei knew Sansa wouldn't refuse a drink, made from delicacies. But she also knew she couldn't handle wine well. She hadn't even flowered yet, or at least Varys has reported. The wine may make her drunken, which was the best way to extort someone. Sansa Stark
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Post by Sansa Stark on Apr 15, 2015 14:37:26 GMT
Sansa straightened from her curtsy and walked to the table. The show of Lannister Red and gold was not lost on her. She felt sick at the thought that she could very well be expected to wear those same colours as soon as she was fit to marry the king. Once seated, Sansa took a gulp of the wine in a effort to calm her frazzled nerves which had only got worse with the Queen regents sharpness and the guard standing at her back.
Sansa wanted to retreat to her room but she knew it would be inpolite to do so. As such she reached for one of the lemon cakes, "thank you, your grace", she replied, glad to hear her voice wasn't shaking as her hands had been for a moment. She nibbled at a piece of lemon cake as she tried not to squirm under Cersei's gaze. "Your Grace? May I ask why you called me here?", she asked, making herself met the queens eyes as she spoke. She realised that showing them her fear only gave them more hold over her and she had to remember that she did have friends here at the court.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 15, 2015 15:02:20 GMT
"Yes, you may ask." Cersei frowned. She had given a sturdy glare. The girl was pretty and naive, but she had more wits about her than she did the day of her arrival. She hadn't spoken out against Joff nor about him. Nothing about the Lannisters had been said from her mouth. Cersei opened her mouth to speak, but Varys poured into the room, quietly yet quite noticeably in his Yi Tish robes. "I'm sorry to intrude, Your Grace. You have a letter from Robb Stark." Cersei took the letter softl, and read silently. She swear she could see Sansa spark in eagerness and a taint of regret through the corners of her eyes. He doesn't plan on Jaime's release for Sansa's. He is too much like his father. He plays his honorable jape, Cersei intrigued. She crumpled the letter and dismissed Varys without a reply. She turned to face Sansa. "Do you support your brother's cause? Or do you support your king?" she whispered softly. Without a reply, she yelled, "Your king! Do you support your king?" She was feeling flushed with anger. "I see behind your face, behind your little stupid face. What thoughts go on...You disloyal bitch!" Cersei found herself clenching the cutting knife, and spurred it at Sansa's hands. She hadn't aimed it in reality, but luckily it missed and pierced the table between Sansa's pale, thin fingers. Cersei looked at her. "Your father deserved to die." she was shaking. She wanted Jaime. She couldn't go any longer without him. His warm seed, his soft whispers, the way he touches her when she is tense. He is her other half, and she can't live with only one half of a heart, she needs a full heart. But everything seemed to be falling down on her. Myrcella is gone, Joff is no longer her baby boy, Tywin is occupied with other business like the debt they've fallen into rather than to rescue Jaime. And worse, the wars to come. She was being constantly urged to return to Casterly Rock before Kevan lost his patience. But Cersei wasn't Tywin's heir. That's Jaime's job. She would even be fine seeing the imp get what he wants, the wretched Rock. Cersei's face was pummeled with anger, and she could see the hate in Sansa's bubbling eyes. But she could see fear as well. The guards hadn't bother to draw their swords, all making Sansa's safety covered with dirt. Cersei knew she was doing the wrong things to Sansa. She knew she could be close to 'nice' to her. But the cruel japes this world plays on Cersei, someone must pay. The Gods will have their laughs and their cries. Sansa Stark[/i]
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Post by Sansa Stark on Apr 15, 2015 15:35:42 GMT
Sansa waited for Cersei's answer and tried to hide her interest at her brothers name by returning her attentions to the food as the queen read. When Varys left the room, she had a feeling that what ever her brothers answer it was not good.
Sansa went to respond to the queens questions but was silenced by her yelling. She flinched as the knife barely missed her fingers and hastily removed her hands from the table. She felt anger rise inside her at the mention of her fathers death but forced it down as her thoughts crossed to her brother. Had he truly refused to release the Kingslayer for her safety. With the disappoint in her brother the stronger feeling in her heart. As she spoke she met the queens eyes, "I am loyal to the one true king. Joffery Baratheon. My loyalty and my love belong to him", she replied, her voice sounding half pleading.
After her brothers message she did not feel as though she was betraying her family anymore, but rather that she was going what she had to to survive. She made no comment on her father so as to not dishonour his memory any further. She felt cold at the queens comment but would refrain for now. She would learn to play the game.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2015 14:49:07 GMT
| Everything is beginning to tumble on me, all because of the imp, Cersei droned.
She had half a mind to apologize to the girl, as Cersei felt she was maddening herself. But she won't. She won't let her enemies see her bleed. They must bleed first before they will see her blood. Blood blends in with red, thought the Lannister.
Cersei took a deep breath. Myrcella and Joff came to mind, Myr he most. And tears were being forced shut. "Escort Lady Sansa to her chambers." she commanded as she stood and strolled away. She didn't even flash another look at Sansa. She was infuriated, and boiling with the rage she always had to force back. She was saddened inside. She felt like she was in the deserts of Essos, naked and being laughed at, but the laughter slowly turns into physical contact, and suddenly she moans in loan as a seed runs up her, and she drowns.
"See to it that I wake before Lady Sansa. It's time we start planning." And tomorrow, Cersei would speak only of the wedding to come. Perhaps Robb Stark won't take it well. |
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