Use Me / Cersei Lannister x OC Male

16. Protect Me

"What are they doing here?"

"Protecting me, I assume. Will you let me in?" Cersei questioned.

" No, I don't think so." Tyrion countered through the door.

"Hey you checking on tyrion too? Thats sweet."

" If I wanted to kill you, do you think I'd let a wooden door stop me?" Cersei pondered. Tyrion considered that  

"They stay outside. Tate can come in."

"This is a brother sister moment i can come back-"

"Tate will protect me."

"Will he?" Cersei questioned. Tate looked between them.

"Come on. Just tate. Not them."

"I'm not afraid of you, little brother." Cersei assured him. He grabbed an axe and opened the cautiously, he closed and secured it quickly behind her and tate.

"Why are you here?" Tyrion demanded.

" I wanted to see your face. They said you'd lost your nose, but it's not as gruesome as all that." Cersei realized.

"Dashing maybe once it scars." Tate offered.

"The man who cut me lost more than his nose."

"I should hope so. The rebels came for Joffrey's head, they lost their own. Thanks to Father." Cersei added.

"As if we didnt do anything. Right tyrion? We were useless." Tate agreed.

"Yes. Thanks to Father. Of course, it wasn't a rebel who tried to kill me." Tyrion informed her.

"What do you mean?" Tate questioned but cersei didnt seem surprised.

" No? Curious." Cersei shrugged.  "Bit of a comedown from chamber of the Hand. But then I don't suppose you need much room."

"Grand Maester Pycelle made the same joke. You must be proud to be as funny as a man whose balls brush his knees." Tyrion seethed.

"What are you doing looking old man maesters balls length?" Tate questioned. Tyrion gave him a pointed look.

"You're meeting Father today?" Cersei pondered

"My father?  No. No. My father-"

"How do you know that?" Tyrion growled past his wine.

"Oh yes. Your father that makes more sense." Tate agreed. "Your father is an intimidating man. I see where cersei gets it."

"Because I have hundreds of spies in my employ." Cersei answered talking over tate. He kept a cheeky grin on his face while cersei scowled.

"Yes that look. That look i see your father." Tate declared.

"The Master of Whisperers owes me a favor or two. Father told me. What do you want from him?"

"What do I want from him? He's my father. Do I need to want something? I'm sure he loves me dearly, as any father loves his child, his baby boy. Yet he hasn't come to visit once since arriving in King's Landing. I lay here, my face split in half, but Father never came."

"You're going to make me cry." Cersei said innocently.

"You are capable of tears?" Tate pondered.

"I will break you tatum."

"In the very best ways?" Tate challenged

"Why do you care what I want from him?" Tyrion countered.

"Can i go? This is really a Lannister moment and i have no lannister within me."