You are standing before a beautiful blonde woman, with cool green eyes and a long red dress. The feeling in your heart is hatred -- and disappointment. So much more could be made of your sister if she just had the patience of a gnat -- but no. All she did was want and want and want, without thinking of the consequences.
The queen looked especially lovely that night. She wore a low-cut gown of deep green velvet that brought out the color of her eyes. Her golden hair tumbled across her bare shoulders, and around her waist was a woven belt studded with emeralds. You waited until you have been seated and served a cup of wine before thrusting the letter at her. You said not a word. Cersei blinks at you innocently and takes the parchment from your hand.
"I trust you're pleased," you say as she read. "You wanted the Stark boy dead, I believe."
Cersei makes a sour face. "It was Jaime who threw him from that window, not me. For love, he said, as if that would please me. It was a stupid thing to do, and dangerous besides, but when did our sweet brother ever stop to think?"
"The boy saw you," You point out.
"He was a child. I could have frightened him into silence." She looked at the letter thoughtfully. "Why must I suffer accusations every time some Stark stubs his toe? This was Greyjoy's work, I had nothing to do with it."
"Let us hope Lady Catelyn believes that."
Her eyes widened. "She wouldn't - "
" - kill Jaime? Why not? What would you do if Joffrey and Tommen were murdered?"
"I still hold Sansa!" the queen declared.
"We still hold Sansa," you correct her, "and we had best take good care of her. Now where is this supper you've promised me, sweet sister?"
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You are standing before a beautiful blonde woman, with cool green eyes and a long red dress. The feeling in your heart is hatred -- and disappointment. So much more could be made of your sister if she just had the patience of a gnat -- but no. All she did was want and want and want, without thinking of the consequences.
The queen looked especially lovely that night. She wore a low-cut gown of deep green velvet that brought out the color of her eyes. Her golden hair tumbled across her bare shoulders, and around her waist was a woven belt studded with emeralds. You waited until you have been seated and served a cup of wine before thrusting the letter at her. You said not a word. Cersei blinks at you innocently and takes the parchment from your hand.
"I trust you're pleased," you say as she read. "You wanted the Stark boy dead, I believe."
Cersei makes a sour face. "It was Jaime who threw him from that window, not me. For love, he said, as if that would please me. It was a stupid thing to do, and dangerous besides, but when did our sweet brother ever stop to think?"
"The boy saw you," You point out.
"He was a child. I could have frightened him into silence." She looked at the letter thoughtfully. "Why must I suffer accusations every time some Stark stubs his toe? This was Greyjoy's work, I had nothing to do with it."
"Let us hope Lady Catelyn believes that."
Her eyes widened. "She wouldn't - "
" - kill Jaime? Why not? What would you do if Joffrey and Tommen were murdered?"
"I still hold Sansa!" the queen declared.
"We still hold Sansa," you correct her, "and we had best take good care of her. Now where is this supper you've promised me, sweet sister?"