WOMEN OF THRONES
BY
Abbyforth
Disclaimer: I don't own any of this. If I did, I would be a millionaire.
A/N: Welcome to my first foray into the GoT fandom. I'm basing most of this on the TV show since I haven't even finished AGoT yet. Elements have also been taken from the fan fiction "What If Robb Stark?" by Erurainon. Constructive crit is always welcome so please review! They feed the muse!
CERSEI
"You're Grace!" Someone was pounding on Cersei's main door. Then one of her handmaids stepped into her solar where she'd been nibbling at a small breakfast to tell her that her lord father wished to see her. What more could he want? She was going to marry that Tyrell boy, what more could he possibly demand of her?
Resigned, Cersei swept through the Red Keep, everyone having the courtesy to rush to make room for her passing. As it should be. When she arrived at her father's solar, he was looking down at a sheaf of papers. She cleared her throat, not caring if she was acting less than a lady. "You wanted to speak to me?"
Tywin lowered the papers and gazed at his daughter for a long moment before speaking. "Varys has come to me with some rather troubling information. It seems that Frey did not kill the young wolf after all. Seems he has found refuge in some idyllic little village.""""
Hot anger shot through Cersei and she burst out, heedless of the consequences. "I see how it is! You have weddings to plan yet you care more for a boy who just happens to win all his battles? After all I've gone through…"
"Silence!" Her father roared, and suddenly Cersei saw a bit of the famed Lannister lion in him. "You think this planning is done for you? I need heirs to secure the Lannister name, and you and your brother are the only ones who can fulfill this. Tyrion at least has the grace to accept what he is being offered. That is more than I can say for you. You will marry Loras. You will put to rest all other schemes for gaining power. And most importantly, you will never speak to Jaime again if that ends the nasty rumors about you. Am I clear?"
All thoughts of her upcoming marriage halted at this pronouncement. She wouldn't let her father do this, not again! For she couldn't imagine a life without her perfect, flawless Jaime in it. They completed each other, didn't her father see that? Of course he didn't, Cersei thought bitterly. No one did.
Gathering her strength, Cersei bowed her head in defeat, at least for now. Her next order of business, she thought gleefully, was to ask that despicable selsword why he couldn't kill her imp of a brother. Then she would put her plan to rescue Jaime into motion. She was so looking forward to putting the Stark boy into his place as dust in the ground…