Use Me / Cersei Lannister x OC Male

13. Call it a Win

"So cersei... what is the really to know about her?"

" you're asking me?"

" you have spies and eyes everywhere don't you? You seem like the perfect person to ask." Tate agreed.

" I suppose it depends what you want to know."

" anything useful or relevant that might help me."

" help you to do what exactly?" Varys countered.

" whatever I might need to do." Tate answered. " you going in here let me get the door for you. See I'm accommodating and useful. I'm friendly and charming." Tate decided

" the queen already trusts you a great deal. You don't need me to do any digging for you." Varys countered as tate held open the door. "My Lord Hand. Commander. I must compliment you on the gold cloaks' performance these last few weeks. Did you know there has been a marked drop in thievery?" Varys remarked taking a seat.

"I did not know. And how did you accomplish this marked drop in thievery?" Tyrion looked to Bronn.

" excellent work commander I knew the old guy was a hoax." Tate agreed.

" Me and the lads rounded up all the known thieves."

"For questioning?" Tyrion pondered.

" No. It's just the unknown thieves we need to worry about now." Bronn answered.  Tate laughed out.

"Damn right! Up top!" Tate held up his hand bronn chuckled slapping it.

" We talked about this." Tyrion murmured.

" Aye, we talked about it. Have you ever been in a city under siege? Maybe this part's not in your books. See, it's not the fighting that kills most people. It's the starving. Food's worth more than gold. Noble ladies sell their diamonds for a sack of potatoes. Things get bad enough, the poor start eating each other." Bronn answered taking his seat again. " The thieves, they love a siege. Soon as the gates are sealed, they steal all the food. By the time it's all over, they're the richest men in town."

" Given the circumstances, my lord, I believe extreme measures are warranted."

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"Thank you, Podrick."

" Odd little boy." Cersei countered.

"I have a certain sympathy for odd little boys." Tyrion corrected.

" You and Varys both." She agreed. He took his napkin wiping his face.

"Excellent lamprey pie. Were you slaving away in the kitchen all day? I hear Joffrey plans on fighting. An inspiration for the troops. The young king in his shining armor fighting to defend the capital against the wicked old rebel."

" He's only a boy."

"You won. Again this is crazy!" Tate declared. "You are really strong you should be fighting with us."

"Im not a warrior." Tommen corrected. "Im not like you."

"Could be. One day. Don't you dare tell your mother i said so though."

"Why? You are her baby cub."

"I'm a boy not a lion."

"You are her littlest lion."

"I'm a stag mr tate." Tommen corrected.

"Younger boys are off fighting his war."

" He's not ready." Cersei demanded.

" What is he, seventeen? Remember Jaime at seventeen?"

" Better than you. Some men have a gift for this sort of thing, some don't. His place is not on the battlefield." Cersei demanded.