AN: Don't worry, I will finish Man of Honour in the next day or two, but in the meantime I really wanted to get started with this one. I keep thinking of the scene in the finale where Cersei notices Jaime and Brienne looking at each other and this idea spiralled from that. Thank you all so much for being so awesome even though I'm brand new to your fandom. Have a great day!

Chapter 1

Why didn't I just leave? Brienne asked herself for the 50th time. She had the chance to go, to head back to Winterfell with the others, but instead she'd asked Podrick to accompany her into town. The two of them could have caught up with the others later, and if not - they'd travelled alone before. It was no big deal.

All she had wanted was to find a little something to take back to Lady Sansa and Lady Arya. Just a little something from the south that the north wouldn't see until Winter ended - and who knew how long that would be? But it was a stupid idea. Possibly the worst idea she'd ever had.

At least Pod had got away, or at least she hoped he did. The guards came for her and she saw him move for his weapon at first. She surrendered immediately and shook her head, screaming at him with her eyes to run. He listened and as soon as he took off she tried to pull away from the guards, for an extra distraction to make sure Podrick had a good head start. No one chased him. They didn't even seem to notice him. Their focus was solely on her.

Brienne had been dragged back to the castle and locked in a dimly lit room. She had no idea what they wanted with her. Why her of all people? The last she knew, the deal between Cersei and Daenerys had been struck - they would put aside their own battle for the Iron Throne to fight together against the Night King. It hadn't looked good at first, but Cersei had come around. She wasn't truly sure what happened, but in her heart she believed that Jaime had convinced his sister to change her mind. Brienne hoped when she begged Jaime to talk to the Queen he'd listened to her and he'd come through. Even in the dank, dreary room with an uncertain future, thinking of Jaime made her smile.

Whatever was going on, Jaime was there in King's Landing and when he found out she was being held he would help her clear up whatever the misunderstanding was - she was sure of it. Now if only someone would tell her why she was taken and what they wanted with her. It took quite a while before someone finally came, two men who roughly grabbed her and led her down a hall. "Bathe and put on the dress that's waiting for you," one man spoke as they shoved her into another room with a steaming bath waiting.

"Why?" Brienne asked, as the door started to close. "What is the meaning of all this? Please, I want to talk to Ser Jaime - bring him to me."

The door stopped closing and the shorter of the two men stuck his head back in. "You must look like a Lady before we take you to the Queen," he sneered.

That didn't help explain anything, it just made it worse and left her with more questions. "Please, can you just bring me Ser Jaime?" She tried again. "He will be angry when he finds out how I'm being treated," Brienne threatened.

"Bathe," he demanded. "And don't you dare try anything," he warned. "Rap on the door when you're ready - and make it quick." With that he slammed the door and left her alone in the room. Brienne surveyed the scene before her - the bath was ready with soap waiting, and a crimson red dress was laid out. It was very pretty and looked like it would fit - but it was a dress and she was ready to head out on the Kingsroad on horseback. Unsure of what else she could possibly do Brienne followed their orders and had a bath. She got herself into the dress, somewhat. It was far too low in the front and left the swells of her breasts practically popping out. With a sigh she did her best to cover herself as modestly as possible, slipped her feet into the shoes that had been left and then banged on the door.

The men shared a look at her expense, but Brienne ignored it. She was used to the sneers, people talking behind her back and even those who told her what they thought of her right to her face. She simply didn't care anymore. After a long walk down a maze of hallways they stopped in front of another door. The tall man knocked. "She's ready Your Grace," he announced. The door opened and Brienne was led in.

Cersei was waiting, along with several servants and her faithful guard Ser Gregor. "Leave us," the Queen commanded and the room emptied leaving just her, Cersei and of course Gregor Cleagane. "Lady Brienne," Cersei said coldly, as she wandered towards her. The sound of her voice sent chills down Brienne's spine. "Hmm, not bad," she mumbled as she circled around Brienne, examining the dress.

"Your Grace, I think there must be some sort of misunderstanding," Brienne spoke as politely as possible. "I would like to join the others on the Kingsroad back to Winterfell. Lady Sansa will be expecting me."

Cersei laughed. It was melodious and would have been beautiful if one didn't know the place of evil it came from. "There's no misunderstanding. You're here because I sent my guards to bring you here."

"I don't understand," Brienne replied. "Did I do something wrong?"

Cersei ignored her questions and continued to talk on her own terms as if Brienne hadn't spoken at all. "I saw you at the meeting… looking at my brother… Him looking back at you." Brienne felt her blood run cold. This wasn't what she'd been expecting at all. She honestly had no idea what Cersei wanted with her, but this was certainly nothing she would have guessed.

"He pities you," Cersei continued. "I know you're in love with Jaime. Don't even try to deny it." Brienne couldn't have spoke at that point, even if she wanted to. "You lust after him don't you? You dream about him kissing you - fucking you," she ended with a laugh. "I can't say I blame you - my brother does know how to fuck that's for sure." Cersei stopped meandering and started to run a finger along the neckline of her dress. Brienne's heart was pounding. "But you wouldn't know the difference anyway, would you? No man has ever fucked you, am I right?" This time Cersei paused and waited for an answer.

Brienne looked away and shook her head. "No Your Grace."

Cersei laughed again. "No man wants you yet you think my brother would? You think he would lay with you," the Queen looked her up and down with disgust and amusement on her face. "Jaime will never touch you. Never."

"You think I don't know that?" Brienne snapped. She replied in a tone that should never be taken with a queen, but thankfully Cersei was having too much fun tormenting her to care.

"I'm pregnant," Cersei announced, placing her hands on her tummy. "Did you know that?" Brienne felt sick to her stomach as she shook her head again. "It's Jaime's and he's so excited," she said in her sickly sweet voice.

"Congratulations Your Grace," Brienne said formally. The words threatened to catch in her throat, but she somehow got them out.

"Don't pretend you're happy for me," Cersei snapped. "You would love nothing more than to put your hands around my neck and choke the life out of me."

"I would never hurt an innocent child," Brienne replied, allowing the rage she was feeling creep into her voice as she leaned forward, her eyes boring into Cersei's. She heard the clang of armour as Ser Gregor took notice.

"Stand down, she won't hurt me," Cersei ordered, never breaking eye contact. She continued with the script she had set out. "Now, I will admit Jaime has some ridiculous affection for you, which is why he needs to be taught a lesson." Brienne swallowed the words that came to mind because things wouldn't have went well if she truly allowed them out. "And rest assured Lady Brienne - if you try to escape or disobey me… Jaime will pay for your crimes with his life." She would kill her own brother? The father of her unborn child? Brienne couldn't hold back the shiver. She wasn't sure she'd ever been in the presence of such pure evil. But the look on Cersei's face told Brienne that she spoke the truth.

"What would you have me do, Your Grace?" She asked, terrified of the reply.

Cersei gave her a wicked smile. "While my brother and many other men would never touch you… there are many men who would pay a pretty penny to fuck an untouched maiden - even one who looks like you." Brienne felt dizzy and nauseous. "I found a very nice Brothel for you, rest assured."

"Please Your Grace…" Brienne whispered. "Please don't…"

"It's a very wealthy brothel," she added. "They're paying me well for you." Cersei reached out and touched her hair. "You do have very pretty eyes at least," she said, staring at her once again. Brienne wanted to look away, but she couldn't. "Don't worry…you'll likely be purchased by a very rich Lord. Maybe if you're really lucky he might even be handsome. Not likely though," Cersei said with a laugh. "They'll be here to get you soon," she whispered, still stroking Brienne's hair. Then suddenly she grabbed a fist full of hair and pulled. It hurt, but Brienne remained silent. "If I hear one whisper of you trying to escape… Jaime's dead."

With that Cersei let her go and wandered off to the nearby table. She poured a glass and brought it over. "Wine?" she asked, as if nothing had happened and they were having a casual meeting between friends. Brienne was trying to sort things out in her mind, but everything gave way to one fact - she was to become a whore or her beloved Jaime would die.