Use Me / Cersei Lannister x OC Male

8. Insufferable

'From this time till the end of time we are not part of your realm we are free and independent kingdom of the north.' Cersei ripped up the letter, the peace treaty. 'He has more spirit than his father I will give him that.' she decided. Tate peered in hiding behind the door.

'You have become quite effective at tearing up papers.' Tyrion remarked 'we can give him his fathers bones back at least a gesture of good faith.' Tate appreciated tyrions heart but didn't think cersei would agree.

'Will you give the Starks our reply cousin?' Cersei asked

'I will your Grace.' Alton Lannister replied

'Did you see my brother? When you were the Starks guest?' cersei added softly and hesitantly, Tate noticed.

'I did.' Alton admitted 'they have not broken his spirit your grace.'

'If you speak with him... Tell him he has not been forgotten.' Cersei told her cousin.

'I will your grace.'

'Safe travels cousin.' Tyrion added 'you certainly have a deaf plan with diplomacy."

'If that's everything?' cersei decided getting up.

'A raven flew in this morning from Castle Black.' the maester informed her.

'Trouble with the wildlings.' varys said

'That's why they're called wildlings.' Tate agreed. Cerseis head snapped to the door and she glared back at him. "Well? Am I wrong?"  Tate questioned. Cersei turned her cheek. "If you will excuse me..." tate agreed heading out. Cersei cautiously looked his way but he was already gone.

"Mr Tatum?"

"Yeah bud?"

"My mother is sad." Tommen told him. "She misses my uncle jaime."

"Yeah he's special to your mum." Tate rolled his eyes. Jaime Lannister. Fucking jaime Lannister. That man was a problem even a million miles away. May death befall jaime Lannister.

Besides the fact that jaime stabbed ned and basically declared war- ignore the fact catelyn was a baddie and stole tyrion- tate was annoyed with jaime as a person. But to be fair he also had a strange crush on cersei that made his hatred for jaime grow. Due to completely reasonable and logical theories about bastards but hell Tommen was a good kid.

"Will we get my uncle jaime back?" Tommen questioned.

"Your mother will try." tate agreed.

"Can you talk to your sister?"

"About what?" Killing jaime faster?

"Giving him back. You know its silly my mjm likes you but your sister and nephew have uncle jaime."

"Well some would say sansa is a hostage here." Tate countered.

"Hostage?"

"Like trapped."

"Sansa is trapped here?" Tommen could not figure that out.

"Dont worry about it. You know what you convinced me tommy boy." Tate decided.

"Convinced you what?" Tommen countered.

"To try and contact my sister and tell her to send jaime to a warmer place." Tate decided. Whether it be hell or the south well that was up to Cat.

"Tatum." Cersei growled. He had made himself comfortable in her chambers. His feet kicked up, shoes laying on the floor she nearly tripped over them. 

"Cersei! Darling! About time you got here."

"What are you doing? These are my private chambers-"

"Yes. And when one wants to talk in private they usually do that in places without extra eyes. Hence," tate let his feet fall to the floor as he got up "private chambers."

"What do you need to talk privately to me about?" Cersei drawled pouring herself some wine he held out his glass.

"Be a dear and fill my cup." Tate requested. She growled back at him. "Okay, okay lioness." Tate agreed moving to the bottle. "Allow me to do it." He snatched her glass from her taking a sip from it before filling it again. Cerseis jaw dropped and brow furrowed flabbergasted by this man. He held out the glass. She hesitated before taking it. 

"Wow. Thanks." She agreed. "So-"

"Straight onto business." Tate tsked. "How was your day? Good meeting? Anything fun happen?" Tate questioned. Cersei stared back at him annoyed. "Right on to business." He agreed. "I had a talk with tommy boy. I adore that kid. I really do-"

"What did you speak to my son about?" Cersei demanded.

"Jaime unfortunately. I know i hate to bring up him but-"

"What about jaime?" Cersei demanded.

"I dont like your tone." Tate tsked.

"Tatum." Cersei groaned her head tipping back, tate smirked in answer but wiped the smile off his face as she looked to him.

"I like that moan." Tate assured.

"Im going to have you removed." Cersei corrected. "Guard!"

"Fine. Then you will never know." Tate held his arms out in front of him.

"What are you doing?"

"Chain me up and throw away the key." Tate declared dramatically.

"Speak. Faster-"

"Tommen asked me tell you to tell my sister. Not you to tell my sister me to tell me sister-" he said at warp speed.

"Fucking hell Tatum slow down."

"Tommen... asked... me..."

"You are literally insufferable." Cersei groaned.

"Hes a sweet kid. He asked if I could ask my sister to basically return his uncle jaime. Because you are sad." Tate told her. Cerseis face turned down as she stared into her wine glass. "Are you sad Cersei? I bet I could cheer you up."