Chapter 3 - Cersei

"He knows!" Cersei nearly shrieks when Arthur comes to visit her that day.

"What?" her stepson asks in confusion. It's been a long day for him she knows, as he spent most of the day teaching the younger knights to fight.

"Stark, he knows about us. The boy saw us," she tells him desperately. She cannot lose him, not after everything she's been through. When her father all but sold her to King Uther, Arthur had been her only source of happiness. While the King grew angry with her at her mere presence, for he still loved Ygraine, Arthur grew to love her. He was a boy of thirteen when she married, and would often come to her after his father struck her or screamed evil at her and ask her to accompany him on a ride through the forest trails or if she would like to sup with him in the gardens. He has been her most loving companion through her marriage to his father, defending her when he thought necessary, and loving her always. She cannot lose him.

"How could he have seen?" he asks in surprise.

"I do not know, but he means to tell the King tomorrow. We must do something to stop him!"

"Yes, do not worry, we will, but we must be careful. You know as well as I that Uther trusts Lord Stark," he warns her.

"We must kill him, tonight while he sleeps. It is the only way."

"No," he argues, far too level headed for the situation. She wonders if he understands what would happen should his father find out. She opens her mouth to speak but he cuts her off. "If he were to die then we'd have to find a way to cover our tracks and the boy would still know. We must discredit them all. I will say that I saw him speaking with a sorcerer, that I overheard them plot to overthrow the King once Sansa and I marry. Father will believe me and no one would believe his story then."

"Go," she tells him, "go and tell him now."

Arthur nods to her, kissing her gently before disappearing out the door.

Cersei takes a moment to collect herself, before leaving the chamber to go sit in the gardens where the Stark children most likely reside with her foster daughter.

"Your Grace," Sansa greets her, her voice stiffer than usual, making Cersei wonder if she knows.

"Sansa," she replies, carefully regarding the girl coldly. She doesn't understand why Uther thought marrying Arthur to such a horrid little girl was a good idea. She is a pretty girl, there is no denying that, but she is simple in the head and stupid when it comes to the world around her. She'll never make Arthur happy.

"Cersei, what brings you to the gardens?" Morgana asks her from her seat on the stone bench, her arm resting on the back of the Stark boy sitting next to her.

"I am the Queen, Sansa is my responsibility," she replies with ease, not missing the look of suspicion both Morgana, the knights, and Stark guard share. Her contempt for the Stark girl is no secret, but it is the cleverest lie she can think of at the moment and as their Queen they will not question her.

"Welcome Your Grace," Sansa says, breaking the uneasy silence. The girl opens her mouth to say more when the bells begin to ring that call the court of Camelot. Everyone freezes, as the only reason the bells are ever rung is to call for an execution. They all miss the smirk that spreads on the Queen's face.


A/n to my guest reviewer: I only write stories based on videos if I have permission. I will see if I can gain permission, and if I can't then I will write a Robb/Morgana just for you. :)