Cersei x Margaery is such a great pairing and I personally think there isn't enough stories about them, so I decided to just write my own.
This story takes place somewhere after Joffery's death and where Margaery is now betrothed to Tommen.
I'm planning on making this a few chapters long, but we'll see where it goes.
Enjoy!
CHAPTER ONE
The gardens are ever-so beautiful at lunch hour. The rays of sun hit the hundreds of flowers, creating a neon-like effect from the colourful pedals. In the distance, the ocean can be seen, glimmering in the sun, its blue-green colour contrasting the bright pinks, purples, and yellows of the gardens. Butterflies are often seen flying about, adding to the picture perfect scenery. Apple blossom trees are also planted all throughout the garden, allowing for cool shade. Every so often, when a breeze comes along, the flowers of the apple blossoms dance in the wind, creating a snow-like effect as they slowly fall to the earth. It is all too lovely of a sight in Cersei's eyes. Yet in this moment, it is revolting given the garden's current company.
Cersei gazes out the window of her bedchambers as the familiar shape of the doe eyed girl catches her attention. There she is, clad in a blue dress, with the neckline plunging down to the middle of her ribcage, and with large cutouts on either side of her torso.
Cersei stifles back a groan as her eyes roll back. She cannot believe this girl. First, she makes outrageously inappropriate comments about her and Jaime, and now she is being seen supporting outrageously inappropriate attire in broad daylight. Cersei slams the rest of her wine back in one gulp, and sits herself at her desk.
With a loud thunk, Cersei bangs the recently empty wine glass onto the writing desk with a force just gentle enough not to break it, and rests her forehead onto her hand, deep in thought.
A moment later, she stands up, tapping her finger on her desk as she walks around it to get to the side table holding her medicine of choice.
Once there, Cersei pours more wine from the flagon into her glass, walks out onto the balcony, and looks down onto the gardens once again with a better view from before.
Ever since Margaery Tyrell arrived at King's Landing, she has been a problem. Wether it be her sly comments, her attitude, or simply the dresses she wears, it is no doubt that she gets on Cersei's nerves.
Cersei never expected to make an enemy out of her, but as a little girl, she was always taught to make an enemy out of everyone. Hatred comes easier to her than love. It's easier to hate the girl rather than pretend to like her, yet that is exactly what she does. Margaery is to be a part of her family soon, and as the Queen, she is obligated to give her hugs, and smiles, and wave back when she waves, but behind closed doors, her hatred for the girl glooms over her like a storm cloud.
Yet, no matter how hard she tries to forget about it, she can't shake this undistinguishable feeling floating in the back of her mind; a feeling that makes her head pound, her chest tighten.
No, this isn't hate. Whatever it is, it is much worse than that.
Cersei snaps out of her thoughts just as Margaery begins to leave the garden. She quickly walks back into her keep, and calls out for the two guards protecting the doors of her bedchamber.
"Yes, Your Grace?" One of the guards says as he peeks in from the other side of the door.
"Bring the Tyrell girl to my chambers this evening, I have some business to discuss with her."
Note:*
I know it's a little short, but i'm planning on making the next chapter quite a bit longer.
Let me know your thoughts/opinions! I'm happy to take any suggestions you guys might have.