Use Me / Cersei Lannister x OC Male

10. I Hate It Here

"I heard Renly Baratheon was killed by a shadow."

"Thats impossible." Sansa corrected.

"Says who?" Tate countered.

"Says... logic, shadows are..." she waved a hand. "Not really there."

"Yet we all have one and can't escape them." Tate countered. He gestured to their own lurking shadows.

"Killed? By whom?" Cersei questioned.

"Accounts differ. Most seem to implicate Catelyn Stark in some way." Tyrion answered.

" Really? Who'd have thought?" Cersei mused glancing back from the balcony.

"Some say it was one of his own Kingsguard, while still others say it was Stannis himself who did it after negotiations went sour." Tyrion added pouring himself more wine.

"Whomever did it, I say well done." Cersei decided.

"That's not what Varys says. He says Renly's army is flocking to support Stannis, which would give Stannis superiority over us on both land and sea." Tyrion countered.

"Littlefinger says we can outspend him three to one." Cersei countered confidently.

" And I say Father raised you to have too much respect for money. Stannis Baratheon is coming for us, sooner rather than later." Tyrion corrected.

"Aren't there other things you should be doing, like sealing my daughter in a crate so you can ship her away?"

"She'll be safer in Dorne." Tyrion corrected.

" Yes, I know how concerned you are for her safety." Cersei hissed.

"It so happens that I am. Myrcella is a sweet, innocent girl and I don't blame her at all for you." Tyrion assured, Cersei glared back at him.

" So clever. Aren't you always so clever with your schemes and your plots?" Cersei walked past him, he watched her cautiously.

"Schemes and plots are the same thing. They are going to attack us. We need to be ready."

" No need to concern yourself over it. The king is taking personal charge of siege preparations." Cersei informed him.

"May I ask specifically what the king has in mind?""

" You may, specifically, or you may ask vaguely. The answer will be the same." Cersei informed him.

"It's important that we talk about this."

" It's the king's royal prerogative to withhold sensitive information from his councilors." Cersei corrected.

"Meaning you are doing something." Tate agreed. 

"Why are you always around?" Cersei questioned. 

"I'm a prisoner. Let me out and I wont be around to pester you, your gorgeousness." Tate assured. 

"Maybe I like you pestering me." Cersei mused. 

"Then stop telling me to leave, make up your mind, woman!" 

"Heavens,' Cersei groaned. "Get out."

" It's wildfire."

" Wildfire? You wouldn't lie to me, would you, cousin?" Tyrion challenged.

" No." Lancel assured.

"That's a lie right there." Tyrion countered.

" It is not a lie. Why would I lie?"

" Tell me, if the vile allegations against my brother and sister are true, do you think it will make Jaime more likely to kill you or less likely? When I tell him you're fucking her, I mean."

" I'm telling you the truth."

"The smart money would be on more likely." Tyrion countered logically.

" She's making wildfire."

"See how much fun this is?" Tate questioned. 

"No." Sansa corrected. 

"No guards." He corrected. 

"What is that?" She countered glaring back at Sandor. 

"Oh thats my buddy Sandor, he's not going to kill us. Right Clegane?" Tate declared, Sandor huffed out a breath. "He's fine, we are cool."

"Cool enough to get the hell out of here?" Sansa questioned. 

"What do you think Clegane? Let us run off, look the other way?" Tate pondered. 

"They would have my head. So while I dont care what happens to you two, I like my head right where it is." Sandor corrected. 

"Can we go back?" Sansa questioned. "I hate it here." 

Sansa hated it here so she would go to secret gardens in her mind. People would need a key to get to, the only one would be hers however. She read about it in a book when she was a precocious child. No mid-sized city hopes and small town fears. 

"Nostalgia is a mind's trick," Tate told her as she looked out over all the people.  "If you were home and never came..."

"If I'd been there, I'd hate it. I wanted the sun and the warmth and a prince to call mine. But I see now it is freezing in the palace."

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" May the Seven guide the princess on her journey. May the Mother give her health. May the crone give her wisdom. May the warrior give her courage."

" One day I pray you love someone. I pray you love her so much, when you close your eyes, you see her face. I want that for you. I want you to know what it's like to love someone, to truly love someone. Before I take her from you." Cersei warned. 

"Sansa, I have to... piss." Tate decided chasing after Cersei. 

"I dont want your comments today Tatum." Cersei warned as she marched off. 

"Okay, I can be quiet."

"Can you?" Cersei sassed. 

"It's a skill I try not to possess." Tate admitted "but on occasion if I focus very hard-"

"TATUM!" Cersei seethed. 

"I just thought you could use a hug." Tate offered extending his arms to her. She marched past him. "Maybe later."