I've decided to be nice and upload this chapter even though the previous one didn't get any reviews on here. However, this will be the last chapter I upload on here unless it gets at least 2 reviews here. 73 people viewed the last chapter. I don't think expecting less than 3% of my readers to review is an unreasonable request. And this is a Cersei chapter, finally like I know some were waiting for.
Cersei was now nine and a half months pregnant and wondering when if ever this baby would come. It was just after her midday meal and she had gotten another exam from Qyburn in hopes he would be able to once again reassure her that everything would be alright.
"Everything seems to be fine your grace. The baby, though still a bit smaller then I'd like, is growing nicely. You could give birth any day now and he or she would be fine."
"Thank you for reassuring me."
"Babies can be late sometimes as you well know from your past experiences," Qyburn stated, avoiding specifically mentioning Tommen, and hoping just the reference to him wouldn't be enough to upset Cersei.
"Of course, but even Tommen wasn't this late. He arrived two days prior to my being two weeks late."
"I could give you something to induce labor if you'd like, however, there may be side effects."
"Would you recommend that?"
"No, your grace, I would not. You still don't even look full term. The baby could use some extra time. If it's not born within a fortnight though, then I should give you something. I've seen many healthy babies born this late, and it's not any cause for concern, especially since you have had late babies before."
"Very well then. I will wait a while more. Everything else seems normal with my pregnancy, other then the baby being small? I won't have a child like Tyrion, will I?" she asked concerned.
"I hope not. There is no reason to worry about that yet. Sometimes when a woman your age gives birth the baby just does not grow as well."
"A woman my age. I am only four and four, hardly ancient!"
"Of course, my apologies. You are four and three and sometimes when a woman gives birth at that age the baby doesn't grow so well. You look like a woman much longer though, with the wisdom of a woman much older."
"And you...well you've been a good hand to me, I truly don't know what I'd do without you," replied Cersei, unable to come up with any other compliment.
"Thank you, your grace. I am curious, may I inquire if there has been any more news as to Ser Jaime's whereabouts?"
Cersei scowled before replying, "Don't call him Ser. He's no Ser anymore. He abandoned his knighthood to help our enemies. But the answer is no. Other than those reports of him having been in that brothel weeks ago."
The rumors couldn't have been true. Jaime in a brothel? He would never. She was always the only woman he had ever wanted. Still, there was some proof of said rumors and she couldn't help but worry. Then she wondered why she even cared. He had nearly cost her the life of her unborn child. In fact, she almost wondered if she had been pregnant with twins and he had. She had gone in and out of consciousness so much after Jaime's attack and been so emotionally distraught otherwise that it was possible she would not have even known. However, she knew she could trust Qyburn and he would never have kept such information from her, so she knew it couldn't be so.
Shaking herself out of those thoughts she changed the subject, "How are my favorite three prisoners?"
"Which three do you mean?" asked Qyburn.
"Ser Gregor's pet, the traitorous Greyjoy, and that murdering bitch Ellaria of course."
"I know Ellaria and Unella are your two most hated, I just wasn't sure of the third. Why is Yara one of your most hated now?" he asked curiously.
"Since Ser Gregor accidentally...if you can call one's cock being forcibly ripped off an accident..."
Qyburn cut in, "My apologies for interrupting, but I believe Ser Gregor was simply not used to a cock not his own. You've had him restricted strictly to Unella for so long and when he lived I don't think he ever...well the point I am getting at is when you gave Unella her reprieve for a day I'm not sure he was expecting to see another cock. It may have confused him."
"Aye well as I was saying. Since Ser Gregor accidentally killed the man who called me a fucking whore and spat in my face during my walk of shame, she has gone up a spot. Of course, she's not done anything so horrible to me as Ellaria or Unella, but the things that bitch has said to me. The other day she told me I was a poison to this realm and that her uncle and I deserved each other! The nerve! Plus, she's a traitor. Regardless, we'll have to see if she's still so sassy once she finally gets a glimpse of Unella."
"Well, Yara is the same as she was when you last asked. As for Unella, she is in the same condition physically, but mentally she is even further gone then she was a week prior."
Cersei brightened upon hearing that and cut in asking, "What do you think broke her?"
"it's hard to say. It could be losing her last eye."
"That was such a pity! I wanted her to keep that eye so she could witness what was happening to her. It's the whole reason I had a mirror brought into that room you know."
"My apologies again for that. Ser Gregor got quite excited during one of his rapes."
"You should have been observing his tortures," scolded Cersei.
"Aye. I apologize. I came as soon as I heard her screams become far louder. I just could not stop him in time. I did at least manage to stop the bleeding before she had the chance to leave us permanently. However, ever since then she is even more docile. As of a few days ago she even now finally greets Ser Gregor with "Greetings my Lord and only God." without any prompting or hesitation."
Cersei sipped her wine and smiled brightly upon hearing that, "Well that is some wonderful news at least. I thought she'd never break. Ser Gregor removing her first eye, and then a toe, and then a finger once a day, hadn't done it, nor had all the rapes or additional torture."
"Are there any further instructions for her torture, your grace?"
"No. I'm quite satisfied now. We can finally let her starve to death. Or since Ser Gregor has been so wonderful with her, we could give him the order to torture her to death. It's such a difficult decision," stated Cersei casually, as if she were trying to decide whether to decorate her chambers with Emerald or red and gold furniture.
"Give yourself some time to think on it then," suggested Qyburn.
"Of course. Now Ellaria. How is she?"
"The same as she was last you asked. Alternating between vowing vengeance and pleading for the lives of her children. Once Unella dies, perhaps she can become Ser Gregor's new pet? He may get lonely otherwise," suggested Qyburn.
"Perhaps. Who did she choose to die for this months game?" The game, Cersei was referring to was a game where each month she would force Ellaria to choose one of her fellow sand snakes to die, then the following week Cersei would don her red lipstick of death and kill the chosen one.
The first time they played Ellaria had refused to choose. Cersei had remembered smirking at Ellaria's naivety before she informed her what would happen if she didn't choose. She informed Ellaria that she would choose two of them for Ser Gregor to do whatever he pleased with. She also had assured Ellaria that this option would likely result in two very slow and painful deaths spread out over days or weeks. Still, Ellaria had spit on her and refused, stating that she was sure Cersei would kill them all anyway. Cersei had her and the other adult sand snakes beat very badly, then for added measure, she had Unella brought in. Once Ellaria saw the horrifying state Unella was in she sorrowfully choose Oberyn's second eldest daughter for the kiss of death. The woman was not Ellaria's of course. Ellaria had chosen both of Oberyn's other daughters to die before her own, and Cersei was sure that if the other half-sisters of Ellaria's children had been there at the time she would have chosen for them to die before her own as well. After all, no mother could ever love the child of her lover as much as she loved her own. However, Obera had died during Euron's attack on their fleet, and Sarella was not found until months later when Euron raided Dorne.
"There will be only Tyene and the two youngest two sisters Dorea and Loreza left once you give the next kiss of death. Ellaria chose to let Sarella die this time."
"I figured as much. It will be interesting to see whether she will let her precious favorite die to save her one of her youngest. Lorenza is so young. I have to remind myself of what family she is from, otherwise, I might feel terrible at the prospect of killing her. "
"Do you really plan to let one of the daughters live?"
"Perhaps. Lorenza might make a fine cupbearer. She and the other young one have no idea that I've killed their siblings. It was a good suggestion to keep them confined in separate quarters. Unfortunately, I doubt her mother will choose for her or Dorea to survive. Tyene is quite her favorite."
"Aye. She certainly seems to be. Did it endure you any more to Euron when he raided Dorne and captured the younger sand snakes?"
"Qyburn. You are so smart, how can you ask such a stupid question? Euron simply did what his Queen commanded him."
"Apologies. I had forgotten that raiding Dorne had been your decision. A wise one if I must say so."
"I did it as much for vengeance as I did the wine. Well not really. The wine is certainly a nice bonus though," stated Cersei before taking another sip of her red dornish wine.
There was a brief pause before Cersei voiced her next concern, "Has there been any progress at all with unbinding the dragon horn to Euron?"
Qyburn gave her an apologetic look, "I'm afraid not, but I do have some news regarding that. You may find this news interesting."
"Well, out with it then."
"I was studying history, specifically the Greyjoys and their dragonhorn. I made an interesting discovery that Euron seems to have not told you."
"What's that?" asked Cersei curiously.
"The horn that a user binds to also binds to any children of theirs."
"Interesting. I do not plan to have any children of his though so I'm not sure how this helps me."
"Of course. However, this is also good news for you. Your child will be able to help you control Viserion when they are older."
Cersei wasn't quite sure how to feel about that. Couldn't warging be dangerous? If not physically, then perhaps mentally? She had not been warging quite as long as Euron had, however, she did get headaches every time after she finished warging. She decided to voice her concerns.
"Is warging dangerous? Every time I warg once I come out I always have a headache. Nothing too bad, only very mild. Still, it worries me."
"I did not find anything about headaches or ill effects from the dragon horn, however Euron if he can be trusted claims he gets them and that they are quite normal after a warg."
"What would happen if Viserion was killed while I was warged as him?"
"Truthfully I'm not sure. I think you would just quickly come back into your body so to speak. I'm sure someone's warged animal must have been killed at some point during a warg before. However, I've not come across any information regarding such. I will continue to study what history I can find on it. There is not much information on the dragonhorn."
"I see. Well just continue your studying and try to find a way to unbind it to him. I would like him dead before that dragonbitch and her armies come back."
"Of course. I believe if any progress can be made on this it will happen before then. In the meantime just be assured that if I cannot do so, there is another option."
"I said..."
"I know your grace. that is not what I meant. What I mean is, I am sure he has bastard children out there somewhere. If we found one, it would likely only take some bribing to get them to do as we command. If not there's always threats. I could send some scouts on a mission to find any such children if you would like."
"Perhaps in another moons time if you still have not had any success."
"Of course. Also, there is a third possible option if I cannot find any children of his."
"There is?" asked Cersei confused before realization donned on her, "Aye. I hope to have him done away with before that becomes a viable option, though."
"Is there anything else your grace?"
"Yes. The new prisoner. Have they revealed anything regarding my brother's whereabouts?"
"Not yet your grace. Should I begin with the torture, or perhaps show them Unella? They might be more cooperative then."
"Perhaps in time if other methods of persuasion continue to fail. For now, we will wait. I believe that is all then for now," and with that Qyburn bid her a good afternoon and they parted ways.
The next chapter is also a Cersei chapter which I have 90% done now. I will post it sometime next week if people review. Hope you guys enjoyed this. I know it may seem like filler to some, but some of the things mentioned in this chapter will come into play/be relevant later.