Use Me / Cersei Lannister x OC Male

21. Escape

"Dont worry you strike more fear in me than my father, which is a skill." Tyrion remarked. Tate spared him a glance. "I'm sorry about your sister and nephew... how is sanas? She won't speak to me."

"Your family murdered her mother, you are smart man tyrion, you can guess why she doesnt want to speak to you." Tate countered. 

"It wasnt my fault. I didnt command it." Tyrion countered. 

"I believe you." Tate assured. "Just leave her be for all eternity." 

"She is heir to the north." Tyrion added softly. 

"You touch her, I tear you apart." Tate warmed. 

"Just my fathers words coming out of my stupid mouth." Tyrion clarified. 

"Dont hate me." Cersei begged. "It's been a week and you havent made one snarky comment." 

"I'm all snarked out." Tate answered. Cersei sighed picking at her nails. "When is your marriage to Loras?" Cersei rolled her eyes. "Kill him, that would solve your problem. You lot are good at that." 

"Tatum-" Cersei begged reaching for him. 

"Him?" Jaime questioned. Cersei tensed. "Tatum Tully? THe enemy?"

"He is my... friend." Cersei realized. Tate glanced back at her at that word. Friend. "He is and father hurt him and... I can't make it right." 

"Does father know you are fucking the enemy?" Jaime questioned. 

"I'm not fucking him not that its any of your concern." Cersei corrected. "NOthing about me is anymore." 

The morning of the wedding Tate walked sansa to her seat, he didnt listen to the ceremony, when they got to the ceremony after he walked off with a bottle of wine and sat on the rocks. Cersei found him sulking. 

"If you are planning on jumping you wont die, just severely bruised, maybe a broken bone." Cersei informed him. 

"Friend." Tate said. Cersei smiled leaning up against the rock. "You called me your friend." 

"Are we not? I wouldnt tolerate anyone else as much as i do you." She informed him.

"Tolerate? It was more than tolerating when your tongue was down my throat." Tate informed her. 

"Come back to the wedding." Cersei requested. 

"I'm not really a wedding person." Tate countered sliding down the rock wall. "BUt for you, I will. WIll you save me a dance?"

"It's not that..." Cersei stopped herself. "Tonight, come to my chambers, we will dance." She agreed. 

"Alright." Tate agreed. "I look forward to it." 

But there would be no dancing. Tate watched Sansa run off as Cersei ran to Joffrey bleeding out. Tate pushed past the knights only to see sansa pushing off the shores. Tate realized the ship in the distance was the one that Petyr had left on moons ago. Maybe petyr was keeping true to his word and saving sansa. Tate could only hope his old friend was saving sansa. Suddenly hands grabbed Tate, he tensed throwing an elbow back. 

"What the hell?" Tate demanded. Tate was dragged back kicking and punching. 

"Did you sleep well?" Cersei pondered. Tate smiled that charming smile of his.

"This room is perfectly adequate for a prison cell," tate assured. " why the sudden interest in my sleeping arrangements? Care to... Change them?" Cersei Swallowed the lump in her throat as she looked over his face. 

"He didnt do this." Cersei corrected releasing him from his cell. 

"What of I?" Tyrion demanded. 

"Tatum Tully didnt kill my son." Cersei assured. 

"How can you be sure?" Gregor countered. 

"He wouldnt hurt me like that." Cersei answered. She waited until they were alone before she sobbed into him. "YOu didnt kill him right?" She whimpered out. 

"No." Tate assured. "I dont think Tyrion did either though.... so much for that dance." 

"TATUM!" Cersei whined. "my son is dead." 

Your son was a monster but yeah, Joffrey was her son. Monster and all. 

Feels like divine justice, Robb and Catelyn dead and now Joffery is dead.

Nope he couldnt say any of this. Tate just held her as she cried knowing that words would only get him in trouble and right now he needed the rest of westeros, the rest of kings landing to be focused on joffrey's death and not sansa's escape.

"I cant leave my uncle tate." Sansa corrected. "Is he coming?"

"Sansa my sweet." Petyr cooed. "It was your uncles plan to get you out. From before your fathers passing he asked me to help him get you safe. No matter the cost. Even if it meant leaving him behind. Your uncle was like a little brother to me. Please. Let me honor his wish and get you free."