𝐒𝐞𝐱 & 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐞 - [GirlxGirl]

The Eyes And Ears Of The Castle

Before you continue to read please note not everything would be as accurate other than a few things that should be accurate, such as the rules, the names, the unique personality each character has, houses ect. This story simply focuses more between Cersei, The house and the character I had made and added into this world Dawn Ryndelle. You will see a few made up from my creative thoughts but other than that it's accurate enough to the books and TV series. This story takes place before Starks and Lannisters became apart, before season one.

Also, I plan on making this book short, it all depends how well this does and how far it goes. This was all just by thinking all night since I'm always having creative weird ideas, I just had to write it down.

For Cersei lovers, the biggest Lesbians, the no fucks for age lesbians and of course, those like me, having weak spots for powerful, demanding, tough woman. I hope you like this ^_^ ♡

- C. Rose

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                       -  CHAPTER ONE -

I was not able to keep myself together.

I couldn't help but storm off and away from the crowded celebration of the coming of age for Prince Joffrey. The spoiled brat had been given whores to fuck at night and some ships to sail to where ever he wishes, as if he'll ever need these kinds of things. Yet again, Kings Landing had all the gold in the world. Sixty ships were like two worthless whores. It wasn't shit. I had the trust of the Lannisters. Tyrion Lannister had mercy upon me, being caught in his tent stealing bread wasn't the kind of person I was, considering the rumors we've heard about the Lannisters was the other motivation to continue stealing. Now as a house maid I wasn't complaining. Living in smaller rooms where only one candle could barely lit the dim room and down further into the castle didn't keep me complaining. I had shelter. I had food. I had a bed. In which I was at at the moment, sitting at the edge of my bed, trying to bury out that awful tavern music from my ears that was played above me humming like wind in my ears. Until another sound had suddenly started to bury the music. A distant moan. It had been coming from the nearest hall not so far from where I was, I was quick enough to take the torch that was against the wall and approach the noise down this narrow stoned wall hall, the closer I got the less the moans became an echo, I tip toed rushing up the cold gold stoned stairway leading me into the main castle floor, where more of plants, statues and droopy burgundy red curtains coming down over an entrance where it lead only to more confusing halls and stairways. The moans were quick, the man had been grunting at the same pace the lady was, as if at any moment she were to cum and he could shoot a baby. The main hall had been isolated since the celebration was on the floor above us, the sky was dark, the stars were bright and the only thing lighting this place were fire torches on the walls and large fire places sitting on a gold iron like bowl at every corner. I slightly push the curtain aside, my head turned to the left hall where I had seen Cersei Lannister, The Queen herself being fucked rapidly like there was no time on earth by a man in a golden armour. Her hands had been pulling against the familiar man's golden hair as he thrusted against her onto the stoned wall like a giant portrait. Her own brother was fucking her. I had known, for several months I could always see the tense looks being shared across the room, she'd smirk, he'd wink. It was something the king never got from his beloved wife. I watched. I was the eyes of the castle and the ears. I was a slave to these blond headed family, I was not enjoying the sight of these two together but rather only the Queen. Had Ser Jamie Lannister missed a spot? Cersei was all moans, but rarely any face. She liked it. But she didn't love it. The sudden locking of eyes me and Cersei had done made me flinch and hid behind the curtain and pressed against the warm walls beside the gold bowl of fire, I had been caught. Except the sound didn't seem like she had stopped, the moans continued, even louder, in which this case meant she was near to orgasm and I had to rush back to the celebration. Not only have I been caught of watching her cheat on the king with her brother, but as with not being at the celebration doing my duty as slave. I pushed the wooden door open to reunite with the horrifying music, once again smelling the air of wine and humid air with dirty men groping servants and whores ass, Joffrey old enough to slap the whores ass as she was bent over nearly in pain. It almost looked like the house of pleasure in here. A sudden pull took me by the arm and into the kitchen catching me with a nervous look.