Use Me / Cersei Lannister x OC Male

9. Sink Your Claws In Deep

Are you sad Cersei? I bet I could cheer you up.

She had rushed him dropping her wine it splattered to the floor. Tate half thought she was going to strangle him. Her hands wrapped around his neck tipping his face to hers and she kissed him like he was the oxygen she needed to breathe.

Then promptly shoved him out the door. Tate stared at the closed door baffled.

What just happened?

"The queen keeps staring at you."

"I'm hot stuff." Tate agreed. 

"You have a loud mouth." Sansa countered. "It's going to get you killed."

"If that were true I would have died a long time ago." Tate countered, he winked back at Cersei as they passed, she pretended not to be looking, turning her cheek. 

"Are you worried about mother?"

"My mother is dead." Tate countered. 

"My mother," Sansa whined. 

"Oh, her, nah, she was a badass before you lot came around." Tate corrected 

"No she wasnt." Sansa corrected. 

"How would you know, it was before your time sweet summer child." Tate reminded her. 

"Mother has always been a boring rule follower" Sansa corrected. 

"No, no, no," Tate chuckled. "She was a rebel. Arya gets that from her, I think thats why they always butted heads." Tate admitted slowing his paces to match Sansa. 

"I'm brokering an alliance with House Martell of Dorne. Princess Myrcella will wed their youngest son when she comes of age, ensuring their loyalty and their army, should we need it."

"Myrcella sent away to Dorne?"

"But remember, the Queen mustn't know." Tyrion agreed. 

"You monster. Myrcella is my only daughter. Do you really think I'll let you sell her like a common whore?" Cersei shouted angry and tearful.

"Myrcella's a princess. Some would say she was born for this." Tyrion countered.

" I will not let you ship her off to Dorne as I was shipped off to Robert Baratheon."

"Dorne is the safest place for her."

"Are you mad? The Martells loathe us."

" That's why we need to seduce them. We're going to need their support in the war your son started."

" She'll be a hostage." Cersei sobbed. 

"Possibly." Tate agreed filling her cup. 

"Tatum!" She shouted in complete despair. 

"What do you want me to say? Sansa was shipped off here, your son took her fathers head and now she is a hostage." Tate agreed. "Sounds like karma."

"I thought you would see reason."

"Do I look like a reasonable man?" Tate mused. 

"You have been kind to me and Tommen." Cersei admitted. 

"If you want me to lie and say Myrcella is going to be fine and happy, I will." Tate offered grabbing her hand, she didnt pull away. "But I dont know what they will think. Sansa was happy when she first got here too, if you recall." Cersei turned her cheek. "She worshipped you. You can't do anything but pray and prepare her if its already set. But Cersei, you forget you are the queen."

"I can't stop this."

"Then prepare her for the worst, hope for the best, expect the worst. I'm sorry." There was a knock on the door and Cersei pulled her hand from his rising up. 

"Enter." She commanded as Tate leaned back comfortably. Lancel stared back at her before seeing Tate. "Any news on Jaime?" 

"No, my queen."  Cersei's lips pursed thinking of jaime trapped out there. She turned to Tate sharply but he remained relaxed, sipping his wine, not a care in the world. 

"Whatever happens to my brother, happens to you." Cersei warned.

Tate stared back at her calmly.

"Do your worst gorgeous." Tate assured. "Sink your claws in deep, I like it rough."