Use Me / Cersei Lannister x OC Male

4. Roll

Cersei was annoyed. She was constantly annoyed recently. Tatum Tully was at the center of her annoyance.

"Wow I feel special." Tate remarked as he stood beside cersei.

"I have a feeling you are going to tell me why." Cersei realized.

"Im standing next to you of course." Tate answered as Sansa was brought forward. Joffrey stood basking in the sunlight a smug look on his face.

"You have any control over him?" Tate whispered.

"He is the king." Cersei corrected.

"He is your son first and foremost." Tate corrected. "And a boy. Boys need a stern hand. Thats why im so great." He added.

"You are not the golden example for boys." Cersei corrected.

"I was always my mother's favorite." Tate corrected.

"Im sure." Cersei drawled bored.

"Mama raised me to be a gentleman to ladies but a menace on the battlefield." Cersei glanced his way. "You havent seen me in action, Cersei. I assure you, you would like what you see."

"Doubtful." But the image of Tate dripping with sweat and the blood of his enemies flashed through her mind. Then she remembered she was his enemy. But he wasnt looking at her like she was an enemy.

"I love proving people wrong." Tate assured. "You in particular." He added. Cersei rolled her eyes which only made Tate smirk all the more. "I like your eyes Cersei, I like to make them roll."

"One of these days your head will roll for your sharp tongue." Cersei warned. 

"At least I will go out in style." Tate agreed, giving her a cheeky grin before moving to Sansa's side. "Any sign of your sister?"

"No." Sansa answered. "Shes always lurking. Oh there he is." Tate's gaze shifted to Ned as he was brought forward. 

''I am Eddard Stark. Lord of Winterfell and Hand of the King." Ned looked to sansa. Varys had told Ned that if he didnt plead guilty they would deliver Sansa's head to Ned's cell. Ned couldnt allow that. He had to protect his daughter. He looked to Tate and for a rare moment, Tatum Tully was silent.  Ned let out a sigh as Sansa's eyes pleaded with him. She tried to be brave. She tried but silent tears fell from her cheeks.

"I come before you to confess my treason in the sight of gods and men. I betrayed the faith of my King and the trust of my friend Robert. I swore to protect and defend his children. But before his blood was cold I plotted to murder his son and seize the throne for myself." Ned declared. 

"What are you doing?" Tate rasped as the crowd started yelling at him again, some throwing rocks at his head. Sansa cringed, more tears falling, Ned was a good man, honorable and brave, she couldn't lose him. She couldnt lose her father, she had been so mad at him over the wolf incident and now she was going to lose him forever. 

Tates eyes scanned the crowd. He didnt know what he was looking for until he saw arya. Her gaze locked on Ned.

"Arya," tates voice was less than a whisper getting carried away by the wind. He barely heard himself. How could he get to her?

"Let the high septon and Baelor the blessed bear witness to what I say. Joffrey Baratheon is the one true heir to the Iron Throne by the grace of all the Gods, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and protector of the Realm." The crowd once again started yelling at him. Sansa looked to Joffrey hopefully. But Tates gaze locked on Arya, begging her to run. 

"As... As we sin... So do we suffer. This man has confessed his crimes in sight of Gods and men. The Gods are just but beloved Baelor taught us they can also be merciful. What is to be done with this traitor, Your Grace?" Pycelle turned to Joffrey. Joffrey waved a hand settling the crowd.

"My mother wishes me to let Lord Eddard join the Night's Watch. Stripped of all titles and powers he would serve the realm in permanent exile. And my Lady Sansa has begged mercy for her father." He turned to look at Sansa, she smiled just slightly. Tate looked back to ned as he mouthed. 

Protect them. 

Tate felt his heart drop, he knew what was coming, Ned did too. They heard it in joffrey's voice. 

"But they have the soft hearts of women. So long as I am Your King treason shall never go unpunished. Ser Ilyn, bring me his head!"

Tate pulled Sansa back hiding her face from the massucre before them. Ned didnt fight it, he stared at Tate begging him silently to save his family. Sansa thrashed and sobbed in Tate's grip but he refused to let Sansa see what was to come. The blade swished through the air and Tate choked out a breath, his face turned sharply away. Ned Stark was dead.