Prologue

As Cersei stalked up the steps of the tower of the hand, she sighed, it was a sigh filled with anguish, Cersei had ill need of her father's criticism, least of all today.

She entered to the sight of Lord Tywin at his desk scribbling fiercely on a roll of parchment, "Sit down." He said coldly.

She sat, with an underlying feeling of unease in her stomach. Lord Tywin Lannister looked up at his daughter, calculating as ever, "It's come to my attention, that, in the past few weeks, you have not been present at any of King Joffrey's small council meetings." Cersei had far more pressing matters on her mind, "For someone who claims to be more devoted to politics than either of her brothers, you've hardly been very attentive, I'd expect laziness and impudence from Tyrion, but not you."

"I've been preoccupied with several other matters." Cersei cringed at how meek her voice sounded in that moment, she was Cersei, of House Lannister, the Queen Regent, she was proud lioness, but in the presence of her father, Cersei felt little more than a cub. She looked up at her father,

"You might tell me what haunts you so much that you are unable to attend the king's council." He didn't pose it as a question, but Cersei didn't know what to say, Lord Tywin forbade her to speak of it…..to speak of her.

"Today…is her name-day…" Cersei at least had the grace to look away, as though she was ashamed, she did not want to see the anger bubbling in her father's cold, cruel eyes.

"You're not to speak of that bastard girl." His voice was cold and stern not an inch of empathy in his voice, Cersei did not deign to defy him, she Knew her Lord father had the truth of it, she was a bastard, she hadn't seen the girl since she was a babe in arms, the girl should mean nothing to her, it was better for everyone when she was left at a tavern doorstep, and Robert thought he was the one to take her maidenhead…Cersei laughed about that at first. "You will fulfil your duty as Regent and sit in on all small council meetings, and I will hear no more about that bastard." Lord Tywin poured some wine into his goblet, "You may go." And so she did, she decended the tower of the hand, and when she got to her chambers, she slammed the doors with a thunderous bang, thinking more about her bastard daughter than she did before.

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