𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐕

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"𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐋𝐒𝐎 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 her Grace how pull my hair when you're giving her daily reports?'' I ask my handmaiden, whose fingers remained tight in my hair

"Mia...what a boring name you have, did Cersei also give you that name or your mother was a whore?" I get up, facing the girl-Cersei's spy.

My hand lingers on her face, who was now stone hard and was started to pale "You're dismissed, Mia."

"Mi'lady-"

"Go. Now."

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𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐘 ended, tonight there'll be a feast. A thing the King seemed to love, but not as much as the whores. Perhaps I should've sent Mia to him instead of back to the Queen.

I didn't have a handmaiden anymore, so I had to wash and dress on my own.
I am not complaining though, I did those things perfectly fine in Winterfell without one and and it is a lot better. Now I don't have an annoying bitch on my head complaining about how I'll get sick if I bathe in cold water or tell me that the dress I wanted is supposed to be worn on a certain day.

After my fifteenth glass of wine the pink dress I was wearing started to be more uncomfortable and the Queen's glaring too boring and I knew I should retire. But I could not.

I find my eyes searching him. Tonight he was free of his duty of guarding the young cunt. The dog looked awfully handsome to me. I don't realize I am walking to him until he looks back in my direction. I'm glad no one else actually pays attention to little drunk me walking with clumsy steps towards Sandor Clegane.

Don't do that, my mind tells me; my drunk body doesn't seem to acknowledge the warning. Turn around and go to father, or Jory, but my body rebels again and also doesn't care about Sandor's gaze that tells me to fuck off and go to sleep.

He looks up to me from his chair, eyeing my breasts "I saw what you did. On the King's Road" his glare froze and I take a step closer "Don't you deserve a reward, eh?"

"I piss on your reward, girl"

I give him a lazy, drunk grin "how about a maiden's kiss?"

He didn't have time to reject or even push me off him, as I get on him and start kissing him like a mad woman. Despite my drunken state, I was too shy to use my tongue, for how much I wanted to get myself through his rough lips that I totally enjoy feeling.

The last thing I remember in the morning was Jory dragging me back to my bedchamber.

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