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A KNOCK resounded through the room, interrupting your conversation. Cersei turned irritatedly toward it.
"Yes?" She called. That authoritative tone made your toes curl as you gazed at her side profile. She was a work of art, and she was all yours.
A young man entered, bowing.
"The King is requesting your presence, my Queen," he muttered quickly. He spared you only a nervous glance before his eyes returned to Cersei. She certainly knew how to command a room. It brought a smirk to your face as you watched her breathe deeply in frustration. You reached to clutch her hand.
"It's fine, my love," you chuckled. "You should go." She stared you down hard, but she knew she could no longer make you flinch. You dropped your head into your palm, leaning it against the table as you eyed her, a lazy smile still present on your lips.
"Fine," Cersei barked to the boy, rolling her eyes. "Tell him I'll be there in a moment." He took the hint and rushed out of the room as quickly as possible. She turned to you again, face still pinched in that unpleasant resentment.
"It should be fast," she sighed. "I think he's holding another party with a few friends. They should get drunk, invite some whores. I can't imagine he doesn't just want a quick word before he dives head first into the alcohol." You gave her hand a comforting squeeze.
"Find me when you're done? Maybe we could spend the night together if he has plans?" You quirked a flirty eyebrow at her. It brought a soft smile to her face.
"Of course." She leaned down to kiss you softly before rising from her seat to see to her pig of a husband. ——— WORD COUNT 292
