Use Me / Cersei Lannister x OC Male

20. Catelyn

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Jaime flinched as the slip was put over his numb. The golden hand placed and tightened, secured in its spot. Jaime lifted his hand, golden hand.

"A work of art, really." Qyburn remarked, as Jaime turned his new hand in the light. "The craftsmanship is excellent." he went on.

"You like it so much, you're welcome to chop off your own hand and take it." Jaime informed him.

"Such an ingrate. I spent days with the goldsmith getting the details just right." Cersei sneered pouring a drink.

"Days?" Jaime mused glaring back at her.

"Better part of an afternoon." Cersei corrected rolling her eyes. Jaime didnt know why he loved her but he did. After all the hell she put him through. It was as though he was brainwashed by her. BUt Cersei didnt seem interested in him, which was frustrating. 

"There, how does that feel?" Qyburn asked.

"Uh... a hook would be more practical." Jaime offered

"Elegant, I think." Cersei corrected bitterly. "Thank you for your help with the other matter."

"The symptoms have abated?" Qyburn asked.

'' Gone completely. I am in your debt, Maester Qyburn." Cersei assured, Jaime examined his hand still from the desk.

"Not a maester, Your Grace, but happy to help whenever I can." Qyburn remarked as he nodded to them, heading out.

"Odd little man." Jaime remarked glancing back at Cersei.

"I've grown rather fond of him." Cersei corrected "He's quite talented, you know?"

"What symptoms?" Jaime countered

"Symptoms that are not your concern." Cersei remarked.

''You let him touch you?" Jaime mused

"You jealous?"

Cersei wondered what jaime would think to know that another man made her heart race, that Tate made her smile and laugh and his eyes entranced her. 

"I'm surprised. You never let Pycelle near you." Jaime remarked.

"you think I'd let that old lecher put his hands on me? He smells like a dead cat." Cersei remarked sitting

'' I'm not sure I've ever smelled a dead cat.'' Jaime countered. He was glad they were talking but he heard the bitterness in cerseis tone as she spoke like she was trying to start a fight, trying to keep him away. 

''Well, they smell like Pycelle. '' Cersei informed him

"You drink more than you used to. "

"Yes." Cersei agreed

''Why?" Jaime asked

"Let's see, you started a brawl in the streets with Ned Stark and disappeared from the capital. My husband died in a tragic hunting accident." Cersei recalled.

"It must have been traumatic for you." Jaime agreed sarcastically.

"My only daughter was shipped off to Dorne. We suffered through a siege." She went on.

"A rather short siege." Jaime remarked.

"A rather short siege that I didn't expect to survive. And now I'm marrying my eldest son to a wicked little bitch from Highgarden while I'm supposed to marry her brother, a renowned pillow biter." Cersei sneered downing her drink yet again.

"So... Father disowned me today". Jaime remarked instead of saying love me, i'm here, ready to tend to your every needs, I missed you, you bitter evil woman. He didnt know why he missed her.

"He can't disown you. You're all he's got".

"You're forgetting Tyrion." Jaime remarked.

"You don't really plan on staying in the Kingsguard, do you?" Cersei chuckled at the thought. Her brother was useless now.

"Staying in the Kingsguard means I live right here in the Red Keep with you." Jaime reminded her as he leaned towards her but Cersei pulled away.

"Not now."

"I want-- Not now? When? I've been back for - something's changed." he realized. Cersei turned her cheek moving to the balcony, she of course had to see Tate flouncing about. That man. He was everywhere she didnt want him to be. 

"Everything's changed. You come back after all this time with no apologies and one hand and expect everything to be the same?" Cersei spat

"What do you want me to apologize for?" Jaime countered incredulously.

"For leaving me." Cersei spat.

"You think I wanted to be taken prisoner?" Jaime rasped.

"I Don't know what you wanted. You weren't here. You left me alone."

"Every day I was a prisoner, I plotted my escape. Every day. I murdered people so I could be here with you." Jaime informed her.

"You took too long." Cersei informed him stiffly.

"I... What are you saying?" Jaime countered.

"I'm saying you took too long."

Joffrey was at the small council meeting. Smiling widely practically bouncing with joy when tyrion and Jaime arrived.

'Killed a few puppies today?' Tyrion question sitting down, at the opposite end. Jaime stood hands crossed behind his back behind his father and Joffrey.

'Show him show him' Joffrey said excitedly master pycelle handed over the note but it slipped from his fingers

'Apologies my Lord, old hands.' Tyrion bent over snatching it off the ground reading through the note

'Rosalyn caught a fine fat trout her brothers gave her a pair of wolf pelts for her wedding signed Walder Frey... Is that bad poetry or is it supposed to mean something?' Tyrion questioned. Jaime let out a deep breath. 

'Robb stark is dead,' Joffrey said 'killed him and his bitch mother.' He turned his attention to master pyeclle. 'write back to Lord Frey tell him thank you for his service and command him to send Robb starks head I'm going to serve it to Sansa at my wedding feast!'

'Your Grace lady Sansa is your aunt by marriage.' Varys reminded him.

'A joke.' Cersei said 'Joffrey did not mean it.' Yes he did, Jaime thought with a scowl. Joffrey was his son and he was vicious. Jaime hated what Joffrey became and didnt know how to bring him back to the little boy he once was.

'Yes I did' joffrey told his mother 'I'm going to have it served to sansa at my wedding feast.' Joffrey informed them. Jaime hissed out a breath.

'No.' Tyrion declared. 'she is no longer yours to torment.' His brother was brave. A brave idiot but Jaime admired him for it.

'Everyone is mine to torment' Joffrey corrected 'you do well to remember that you little monster.'

'Oh monster.' Tyrion said 'perhaps you should speak to me more softly then... monsters are dangerous and just now kings are dying like flies.' 

"Trouble is paradise?" Tate questioned, surprised to be summoned. 

"I wanted to let you know that your sister is dead." Cersei remarked, Tate's smile fell. 

"Which one?" He questioned softly. 

"Catelyn. Her and Robb were attacked." 

"Your doing." Tate realized. 

"My father." Cersei agreed. 

"Why tell me? Why be gentle about it? Surely your mission was to-"

"I had no mission." Cersei corrected. "I didnt... I care about you. Despite my better judgement. I care about you." Tate didnt know what to say to that. He turned and left. Cersei followed him to the door. "Where are you going?"

"Someone has to tell Sansa her mother is dead." Tate hissed. "I would rather it be me than your awful son." 

Telling sansa the news broke tates heart more than he thought it would. But maybe it was just the aftershock of being told himself that was finally hitting him as well because they both broke down on her floor.