Use Me / Cersei Lannister x OC Male

3. Power

You're losing me / Ned Stark / Sandor clegane out now!

"Lord Tatum."

Oh fuck. Tate turned around and had never been more glad that it was petyr.

"Oh Petyr! Old Buddy old pal old friend of mine! You nearly gave me a heart attack!" Tate declared

"Twas not my intention." Petyr assured

"Of course not. How have you been? Lets walk and talk shall we? Lets. Yes lets." Tate decided leading him along.

"Im so sorry this is happening Tatum. I always thought of you like a brother-"

"Aw thats sweet. I dont like my brothers most days though." Tate countered.

"I havent seen much of sansa. How is she?"

"Scared. Have you seen arya?"

"No." Petyr admitted. "Probably went north."

"Alone?" Tate countered. "Shes here and Im going to find her."

"Thats why are you lurking." Petyr agreed.

"Please petyr im on the prowl. Lurking is your specialty." Tate corrected. "But I see danger coming. Do me a favor and dont let the queen know you saw me. Okay brother?" Tate scampered off.

''Lord baelish... I wonder if I might ask you for a favor." Cersei asked coming up to Petyr

''of course your grace.' Petyr agreed turning to her. Tate peered out from behind a collum.

''Ned Stark's youngest daughter Arya... we can't seem to locate her." Cersei remarked calmly. So she didnt know where arya was this whole time either. Ha! Tate didnt know why he saw that as a victory but maybe arya was free.

" if she's escaped the capital Winterfell seems the logical destination." Petyr offered

''and yet my friends in the North report no sign of her."

''Curious.''

Why- oh hostages. He was a hostage? Was he a hostage? Heavens and hells. Tatum Tully was no hostage. Yet he was trapped. Well he wasnt right now. If sansa wasnt here he could have escaped by now but he couldnt leave his niece.

''if we choose to negotiate with the Starks the girl have some value whoever finds her well you know what they say about Lannister's and debts.'' Cersei reminded him calmly. Tate peered out from behind a pillar to hear better.

What about little old sexy as hell Tate? Am I not a bargaining tool? He thought bitterly. Someone wants me. Somewhere he sassed.

''well you could ask Varys where she is she'll have an answer for you whether you believe it myself I have always had a hard time trusting eunuchs who knows what they want.'' Petyr chuckled innocently.

''a mockingbird you created your own sigil didn't you?' Cerise remarked looking to his pin.

''yes.'' Petyr said touching it gently.

''appropriate for a self-made man with so many songs to sing.''

Petyr had grown up alongside the Tullys. Although his unrequited love for Catelyn still burned strong he was a decent friend to have. He knew things he shouldnt and he had a lot of sway in the capital. Tate would need petyrs help to get sansa out.

'' I'm glad you like it. some people are fortunate enough to be born into the right family others have to find their own way." Petyr told her.

'' I heard a song once about a boy of modest means found his way into the home of a very prominent family he loved the eldest daughter sadly she had eyes for another.'' Cersei recalled and there was bitterness in her gaze.

''when boys and girls live in the same home awkward situations can arise, sometimes I've heard even brothers and sisters develop certain affections and when those affections become common knowledge well that is an awkward situation indeed especially in a prominent family prominent families often forget a simple truth I found.'' Petyr added.

Tate knew what ned told him was true. Ned was a good and honest man. But somehow incestreous siblings vs jon is targaryen- he weighed them out. Jon being targaryen was more of an oh shit than Cersei and Jaime.

"in which tooth is that?'

''knowledge is power." Petyr told her.

''seize him." Cersei instructed and Petyr was grabbed his eyes went wide as he struggled in their grip.

"Oh shit." Tate murmured.

''cut his throat." Cersei commanded. Petyr trashed trying to get free.

"Oh shit."

'stop." Cersei smirked. Tates jaw dropped. "oh wait.... I've changed my mind let him go." They let go of Petyr. Tate stared wide eyed back at them. He needed to get back into his cage.

''step back three paces." Cersei instructed as Petyr breathed labored breaths watching her guards moved. ''turn around close your eyes..." she approached Petyr with threatening steps. ''power is power. Do see if you can take some time away from your coins and your whores to locate the stark girl for me. I was truly appreciate it." Cersei told him before marching down the path and right towards Tate.

"Tatum."

"Cersei!" He turned on his most charming of smiles. "What a coincidence! Going for a stroll too?"

"Where is your guard?" Cersei demanded.

"Guarding elsewhere I assume. Was I supposed to stick with him? I didnt know that. I thought he was just fond of my titillating conversations."

"No." Cersei deadpanned.

"Shame. I thought we were really getting along but he just left. Really rude. And to think on top of that he was breaking your orders." Tate tsked. "The nerve of that man."

"Heavens tatum."   Cersei moaned shaking her head.

"Oh. I like that." Tate declared

"What?" Cersei pondered as they walked. He leaned back against his door with a wide grin.

"You moaning my name."