𝐒𝐞𝐱 & 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐞 - [GirlxGirl]

Little Lamb In The Den

                    - CHAPTER THREE -

"You're mad you know that?" Said Neida Hawkins, a servant I was also close with. No one knew she even existed before I came. She was only known as the girl with pale skin like a white walker written in the books, hair dark as night and eyes dead blue as a body in a grave, her nickname was dead Neida, but only when they spoke behind her back. She didn't like it but dealt with it. She was quiet and before I came she was often abused by the Lannister guards, she was always afraid. And afraid of The Lannisters, there was concern in her pale eyes after I told her about Cersei's invite last night "Cersei is no good" She continued as she watered the roses, then sat down the water to start planting more seeds in a empty patch of dirt "This could be a trick you know? You'd know if you were smart, Dawn" She looked up at me waiting for an answer but I couldn't reply. All I was thinking of was Cersei's smile, the stern stares with a dash of sensuality "She watched her guards hit me..." She added, Neida was almost brought back to that moment until she snapped out it to continue "The bitch didn't mind stopping them. Each time a guard passes by I'm terrified, Dawn"

"She wanted to apologize. What if the supper was an actual way to show sympathy?" I said and sat down. Neida only looked at me with no words for a moment, then continued to work again.

"Cersei shows no sympathy, only for her children. She'll show mercy unless her children are not safe" Neida muttered, she buried a seed into the dirt and started to cup both hands onto the ground and smear the hole covering it back up "Did you tell Revena?"

"No. She cannot know this. Revena is very well protected of me. I didn't exactly agree to come, I just ... learned to never reject her offers in a hard way" I said, thinking over Cersei's whispered threat in my ears.

"You won't come out alive if you go. You're a servant, a slave to the house and the family name. She'll murder you perhaps, no one will know, not the kingdom for sure. She doesn't fawn over you"

"I never said she was fawning over me" I replied in a defensive manner.

Neida only smirked finished with her job and stood, she took a box with a rope on it and slouched it over her shoulders "You grin whenever I speak of her, you're naive" she said and started to walk pass me. I stood there sinking in Neida's information. Why was it that I was very intrigued about Cersei's cruel ways? I loved Neida like a sister but I couldn't not go, maybe she was right, Cersei did mean that threat, only I wasn't afraid. I was tense, nervous at how she used her words in my ear. I looked up at a tall tower, where I knew Cersei's room was, not expecting to see her standing there watching me, I couldn't make out her face but I knew from the dress and hair that shined out with the sun, after one blink Cersei disappeared.

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I could barely breath In the tight dress that Cersei had me wearing. It was violently hugging my rib cage, if I inhaled and exhaled it's as my ribs could break in my own body, I had to hold my chest up, keep my elbows off the table, I felt the dress did not go with me. I was not the type to wear fancy wardrobe nor have fancy meals using utensils. I was used to peeling rabbit fur and cooking my own food. I wasn't sure if Cersei meant well or wanted to see me suffer with my non - Woman ways she knew I was not used to. Tricky woman she is. The table was long and wide, Robert Baratheon sat on the left end of the table and Cersei to the right end of the table, I sat in the center, across from her son Joffrey who had been skinning me with those evil blue eyes of his, her son Tommen next to me and Myrcella next to Joffrey. The supper table had been quiet for a while. It made me regret agreeing to come, it felt I wasn't welcome, a servant like me shouldn't be at a royal table in fancy clothing. The sounds of Robert chewing like a pig was the only sound that seem to fill the room some life, Joffrey tapped his utensil knife on the table, still eyeing me, and Cersei cutting her supper, knowing she too had regret this "So, Dawn" She said breaking the terrible silence in the room, She smiled patting a golden napkin on her lips and took her glass of wine "Tell us, your last family name is Ryndelle. I don't think I've ever heard that name before. I'm curious to what sigil?"