Marienne's Game Of Thrones- Robb Stark

10 Reasons Why You Should Never Cross Cersei Lannister

Be careful you don't cut yourself. The edges are sharp enough to shave with.'

'Girls don't shave', Arya said.

'Maybe they should. Have you ever seen the septa's legs?

As I ran down the corridors, all I could hear were the frantic mutters about King Robert. He had been injured in a hunting trip, and many were saying that he was at death's door.

What a legacy to have, he fought many battles, and led a thousand armies and overthrew the Targaeryans. Yet, he dies after being struck by an animal.

I reach a level of the castle which is storming with guards, two holding the door open as people file out.

I stop, as I watch Cersei and Tywin exit the room through the door etched onto with gold fillings. They are deep in conversation but Cersei nonetheless walks away from her father as soon as she sees me. I begin to turn around, hoping I could leave without her speaking to me, I only wished to speak with my father.

"Marienne." Cersei calls, spotting me as I begin to retrace my steps back to the stairs.

She strides over to me, leaving her father to walk away alone.

"My Queen." I bow, receiving no reaction in return. "I am sorry to here that King Robert is close to death."

"You know what I hate more than traitors, Marienne? Liars. I believe you should only say what you mean. So, do not show me false pity, we both know how we stand." She raises her infamous eyebrow, staring at me, almost challenging me to say something.

"I believe you are quite well acquainted with the traits of a liar." I reply, the corridor slowly emptying. Varys walks past us after exiting the same room as Cersei, giving me a grave look as he continues to his destination.

"Oh, hasn't the handmaiden got guts now." She says this slowly, drawing out her words in a sharp tone, like a snake when it circles its prey just before it closes in. "It's a shame, maybe if you had them a few months ago, your pathetic brother would still be here."

"If anyone has guts, it must be your brother, Jaime. I am quite sure he must have them to speak to his nephew in the way that he does. Oh.. or should I be saying the way he speaks to his son?" The rage inside of me had begun to spill, as I am unable to stop myself from saying the words tumbling out of my mouth.

Her face drops to a stone cold glare, and she takes a step closer.

"Did you know that children inherit their parents genes? I for one inherited my fathers intolerance for foolish games. Yet, I enjoy entwining others in them. You inherited from your father the ignorance and foolishness to believe that I would not have you executed with the flick of my wrist."

I stare at her bewildered, as she begins to smile.

"Now run along little girl, and remember: the walls have ears."

"Excuse me, my Queen." I say, in a monotonous voice, as Tyrion also passes us.

"Marienne." He nods. I nod back, but walk away to leave Cersei to speak to him.

I walk past her and hear her scoff, as I push open the doors the Small Council had exited through.

"Father." I sternly call for my father as I watch him gather up his things from the meeting. He glances up at me as the door closes behind Grand Maester Pycell, leaving us the only two left in the room.

"Yes, Marienne."

"How could you?" I walk quickly towards the man I detest, as he raises his eyebrows.