𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 || 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑾𝒐𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝑪𝒓𝒚 𝑶𝒖𝒕

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑰𝑰

꧁~~~Cersei Lannister~~~꧂
꧁~~~298 After Conquest~~~꧂

꧁The wheels of the royal carriage squeek and crack as they keep turning over the muddy countryside through Wintertown, crushing all underneath their wheels. Cersei Lannister watches from her seat in the carriage across from her two children, Myrcella and Tommen Baratheon. Both sweet innocent children whilst Joffrey rides atop his horse with the others- a not so sweet child.

Tommen had been poking fun at his older sister for a while now. For over a month the royal family had been riding from the gods-awful city of King's Landing, where Aegon Targaryen had landed in Westeros nearly three centuries beforehand, to the wintery bleak landscape of the most northern kingdom of the Seven Kingdoms.

Myrcella continues her engraving on the long black belt she has been working on since before they had left King's Landing. Cersei notes that she is carving into it with such care, as if she presses to hard the leather of the sword belt itself will shatter like glass.

"Myrcella, darling, what is it you are carving in it, dear?"

"Oh..it's just a the sigil of House Stark."

Cersei raises a brow at that as Myrcella continues her carving into the leather of the scabbard with her carving tool.

"Curious. You have been working on the belt since before we left home to come to the North. May I ask who is it for?"

"Uh...nobody?"

"Are you asking me or are you telling me, darling?"

"It's for Benget Stark!"

Tommen says playfully as Myrcella immediately stops carving, turning around and smacking her little brother in the arm as a furious and pouty look forms on her face.

"It is not!"

"Is too!"

"Is not!"

"Is-"

"Both of you, dears, please. We've kept civilized for over a month in this carriage, let's not go breaking that streak when we are so close to the end."

Cersei says a little sternly as Tommen only smirks at Myrcella who wears an embarrsed look on her face. She quickly sticks her tongue out at Tommen as he looked away from her before going back to carving. Cersei smiles softly.

"But why are you making it for Ned Stark's son?"

Mycrella stops carving for a second, not looking at her mother before turning back to continue carving, scrapes and fleks of cut leather falling to the floor of the carriage.

"Mm. Curious. I see you are also carving the sigil of House Dayne behind the direwolf as well."

Cersei remarks from her seat as Myrcella nods with a smile.

"He is of both Houses, so I figured he would like both on it."

"I'm sure the boy will love it, my dear."