Use Me / Cersei Lannister x OC Male

17. Find Out

"Grandmother! What will Sansa think of us?" Margaery declared.

"She might think we have some wits about us. One of us, at any rate. It was treason. I warned them. Robert has two sons and Renly has an older brother. How could he possibly have any claim to that ugly iron chair? We should have stayed well out of all this if you ask me. But once the cow's been milked, there's no squirting the cream back up her udders. So here we are to see things through. What do you say to that, Sansa? Shall we have some lemon cakes?" Olenna pondered.

"Lemon cake's my favorite." Sansa agreed.

"So we've been told." She agreed before turning to the servant. "Are you going to bring the food or do you mean to starve us to death? Here, Sansa, come sit with me. I'm much less boring than these others." Olenna went on. "Do you know my son? The Lord of Highgarden?"

"I haven't had the pleasure."

"No great pleasure, believe me. A ponderous oaf. His father was an oaf as well. My husband, the late Lord Luthor. He managed to ride off a cliff whilst hawking. They say he was looking up at the sky and paying no mind to where his horse was taking him. And now my son is doing the same, only this time he's riding a lion instead of a horse. Now I want you to tell me the truth about this royal boy, this Joffrey."

"You have been spending a lot of time with the tyrells." Tate noted.

"They are kind people." Sansa agreed.

"If you say so." Tate answered.

"You dont think so?"

"I dont know them. I know of them and I know what they want."

"What do they want?" Sansa challenged.

"A queen of their bloodline because who could love Joffrey? No offense." Tate added.

"Offense taken." Sansa assured. Tate chuckled

"You look just like your mother when you make that face." Tate decided.

"You'll leave for the Eyrie as soon as possible and bring Lysa Arryn into the fold. Then the young wolf can add his own aunt to the list of people who have taken up arms against him." Tywin agreed.

" Far be it from me to hinder true love, but Lord Baelish's absence would present certain problems. The royal wedding may end up being the most expensive event in living memory. Summer has ended, hard days lie ahead. Not a good time to leave the crown's finances unattended." Tyrion countered.

"Fully agreed. Which is why I'm naming you new Master of Coin." Tywin agreed, cersei chuckled softly.

"Master of Coin?"

"It would appear to be a position that best suits your talents."

" I'm quite good at spending money, but a lifetime of outrageous wealth hasn't taught me much about managing it."

" I have no doubt you will prove equal to this challenge." Cersei assured.

"Why are you so smiley? Is it because of me?" Tate prompted.

"No. Never you." Cersei assured.

"Liar." Tate countered. "So? What has you smiling if not my charming personality and dashing good looks," tate mused. Cersei looked him over he certainly was dashing.

"Tyrion is going to fail."

"And your brothers demise pleases you. Like any good big sister." Tate agreed. "You know when i was young- im still younger. Let me clarify. Younger." Tate decided. Cersei rolled her eyes. Tate liked to talk. To cersei in particular. "My sister lysa made it her mission to make my miserable. Cat was alright. To much of a rule follower for me. Edmure wasnt brave enough he failed at most games and sports alike. I think lysa dropped him when he was little. They were more careful with me after that."

"Tatum-" cersei groaned.

"Right back to the point." He agreed. "Tis a big sisters duty to care for her younger brother. Did i say care? Thats more starks and less lannister way of thinking."

"Do you ever shut up?" Cersei interrupted

"Put your lips on mine and find out."