Use Me / Cersei Lannister x OC Male

6.Brazen

"You are missing the fun. Sandor is quite skilled. I can see why he is guarding the cunt-" tate coughed out. "king." He corrected.

"I have a council meeting." Cersei corrected she didn't look his way as she kept walking.

"Without the king?" Tate tsked. "Is that because he is useless and doesn't know how to be a king only a monster?"

"Enough." Cersei hissed. Tate grabbed her arm spinning her around to him.

"I saw you slap him. I heard him say some awful things about you. I heard him threaten you after you reprimanded your own son." Tate informed her. Cersei cowered away and he released her. "Cersei-"

"You are too brazen Tatum Tully." Cersei hissed stepping closer her chest touching his. "You risk your head every time you open your mouth." she seethed but Tate didnt cower away, he smirked. 

"I know." Tate agreed nonchalantly. "Yet you keep putting up with me."

"I have to go." Cersei muttered but she didnt move.

"Then go. I will be right here." Tate agreed holding her gaze. Cersei let out a deep breath and breathed him back in. A smile curved his lips.

"Your grace?"

Cersei sucked in a tight breath her chest rising, pushing high out of her corset. Cersei noticed Tates eyes drift down to her cleavage before slowly meeting her green eyes gaze.

"I have to..."

"Council meeting. Yeah." Tate agreed. "So you keep saying." Tate agreed. Cersei finally pulled herself away from him. 

''Beloved nephew' Tyrion declared approaching 'we looked for you on the battlefield you were nowhere to be found.' Tyrion remarked pouring a glass of wine. He drank it down greedily. 

'I've been here ruling the kingdom's.' Joffrey said pompously as tate came outside. 

'And what a fine job you've done...' Tyrion turned to his younger niece and nephew. 'look at you more beautiful than ever and you, you are going to be than the hound but much better looking,' Tyrion said talking to Marcella and Tommen. 'he doesn't like me,' tyrion said to Bronn, motioning to Sandor.

'I can't understand why...' Bronn agreed standing next to Sandor.

"Tyrion! Welcome back!" Tate declared. "I hope Cat wasnt to harsh on you, she has never liked little men." Tate mused. "Found them troll like." Tate added. Tyrion grit his teeth, holding back his eye roll. 

"Oh she was as pleasant as always." Tyrion assured. "As pleasant as you." 

"Oh, geeze, I dont want to be compared to my sister, she's a goodie, goodie." Tate countered. 

"Not recently." Tyrion corrected. 

"We heard you were dead." Joffrey added not liking that the focus was off of himself.

"I'm glad you're not dead." Myrcella corrected as Tyrion took a sip of his wine.

"Me, too, dear. Death is so boring, especially now with so much excitement in the world." Tyrion exclaimed. 

"I dont know, no one has ever died and come back to tell us otherwise." Tate countered. "Wouldnt it be fun to be the first?" 

"I will leave that to you to test, Tatum." Tyrion countered before looking to Sansa. "My Lady, I'm sorry for your loss." Tyrion bowed to Sansa and Joffrey scowled back at them.

"What of my loss?"

"Your sister abducted me and wanted me dead. I dont care about your loss." Tyrion corrected.

"Fair enough." tate agreed easily. "Hi, Tatum Tully," He stuck his hand out to Bronn. "How many times have you broken your nose?"

"Her loss? Her father was a confessed traitor!" Joffrey reminded him.

"Lies." Tate coughed out. "Let me guess, five times?"

"Six." Bronn corrected. 

"But still her father. Surely having so recently lost your own beloved father you can sympathize." Tyrion offered knowing there was no love between Joffrey and Robert.

"Yeah, did you love Jaim-" Tate knew better than to finish that statement. "Gods this heat! I'm sweating like a whore in a sept!"

" My father was a traitor. My mother and brother are traitors, too. I am loyal to my beloved Joffrey." Sansa assured on command. Tate rolled his eyes. But Sansa really was, she was hoping Joffrey would turn around and be the man she wanted him to be. 

" Of course you are." Tyrion grimaced sympathetically. Sansa looked away though, she couldn't believe this was her life now. Tate had a chummy smile on his face. "Well," he gulped down his wine, "enjoy your name day, Your Grace. Wish I could stay and celebrate, but there is work to be done." Tyrion began walking away from the tent.

"Oh take me with you!" Tate declared reaching out for him. 

"What work?" Joffrey countered. Bronn and the tribesmen followed Tyrion. Joffrey stood up confused. "Why are you here?"

"You have a death wish dont you?" Sandor questioned. 

"Duh." Tate agreed.