Game of Thrones: Deadly Alliances
Chapter 2 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.
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Cersei
Cersei glared as she sat at her place on the table, nursing her wine goblet. Said goblet was empty, as she had drained it earlier. She directed her glare towards the source of her frustrations, Margaery Tyrell.
'She dares to think this sham will work.' She thought angrily. 'I will not let it; all this show means nothing; she will never truly be Queen, never truly be considered my son's wife.'
She couldn't believe her father and all the fools around her believed this was real; that they simply gave in to the Tyrell's demands, not caring they were overstepping their bounds.
She shook her head. 'Just who does she think she is; thinking she can marry one of my sons and then simply marry the other right after his death? She has no business here; I cannot believe she is getting away with this.'
She looked around at the others, all seeming happy and enjoying the feast, yet none of them seemed to share her concerns, not even the one who should, Pycelle.
She suppressed a snarl. 'Not only is that foolish girl plotting something, she lies about her maidenhead, of that I'm certain. Yet without possible grounds I cannot prove it. But I must, it's the only way to expose her for what she is.'
Still infuriated she held out her goblet, allowing it to be refilled and she took a gulp, still angry.
Not improving her mood was the fact that she was stuck, seated next to Alerie. She loathed this woman; with her vapid, shallow behaviour; her stuck up attitude.
"A joyous occasion, wouldn't you say, Your Grace?" Alerie remarked; mocking Cersei with that smile.
Cersei ensured her reply was non-committal. "Indeed."
Alerie did not seem to notice. "Yes, this will be an excellent chance for us all. A…unusual change but still; we will possibly be able to form even stronger bonds between our families."
Cersei fought to keep her features neutral; her anger was building.
'You would like that, wouldn't you; to try and exert control over us, but you are mistaken if you think I'll allow that.' She thought to herself. 'I swear, before this is done, you will learn what your daughter truly is, I will ensure her ruin, is the ruin for all of you. The fall of Margaery Tyrell will be the downfall of the entire Tyrell family.'
She sipped her wine and did her best to remain neutral as she endured Alerie's continued comments. That was, until the dreaded moment, when it was time for the husband and wife to retire to bed. On her insistence, her claims that Tommen was too young, there was no bedding ceremony. But her son and that Tyrell girl were still escorted to the chambers by a crowd of people. Cersei remained where she was, glaring angrily as she considered this sham and the Tyrell's arrogance.
She shook her head, finishing her wine. 'They will pay for this; I swear I will put an end to their arrogance.'
She remained where she was, refusing to partake in the joy of this false wedding; instead taking another deep gulp of her wine.
Cersei found her frustrations mounting however, the following day, as she joined the royal court in the throne room. Her father, the small council, even Tommen and his 'wife' were present. She had been attempting to sleep off the effects of the wine she drank last night.
Therefore she was in no mood to deal with any nonsense; if the Tyrell's began their usual bleating about the Ironborn attacking their lands, she would have to put them in their place sooner rather than later.
Then of course was the issue with the pretender, that boy, Gendry. If what they had heard was true, with Bran Stark's wedding over, he could begin an attack at any time, the North was still rebellious and the Stark's showed no signs of backing down.
'Joffrey was right in one thing.' Cersei thought to herself. 'We gave the Northerners far too much power, now look what it's done.'
Shaking her head she approached her father and spoke quietly to him.
"What is the meaning of this, what is this all about?" She did not keep her anger from her tone; she wanted to get across her frustrations after all.
Her father barely reacted however, merely remarking. "News, from the Dragonstone campaign."
Cersei tensed at that, forgetting her current state and her usual anger. She wondered what could have happened, her first thoughts were worry about Jaime, but then she considered the other options, one of them she hoped for.
'Is it too much to hope that we are finally rid of at least one Tyrell?'
She took her place and waited for the news.
The man entered, carrying the letter with him. His expression gave nothing away however and he soon bowed to Tommen before; upon request, reading the message. It was not what Cersei expected, in fact, it filled with dread.
She had just lost one of her most crucial pawns. The message had been sent by Jaime and he explained that, in a freak accident, the ships carrying Osmund Kettleblack, his brother's and their men had all ended up sinking on-route to Dragonstone.
There had been no survivors; not only that, there was now a vacancy in the Kingsguard.
"Father, this is…" She began.
Tywin shook his head. "In a moment Cersei; there is more."
Cersei scowled, she had to act fast to get someone useful to her on the Kingsguard. But that wasn't to be the case as the message from Jaime also named someone to replace Ser Osmund. Cersei scowled as she observed the man; he was around thirty years old, tall with a toned build, medium length black hair, a black beard and blue eyes, he also had fair skin.
He was actually a well-known swordsman, known throughout all of Westeros for his skill and his unique two weapon fighting style, as evidence by the two swords at his waist. His name was Robert Hightower; which immediately annoyed Cersei as this made him a Tyrell ally without a doubt.
But there was nothing she could do; for hearing of Jaime's recommendation and knowing of his skills as a warrior, Ser Robert Hightower was immediately raised to the Kingsguard. Cersei fumed, she had to act quickly, before everything slipped through her fingers.
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