This fic was beta'd by RhaenaTargaryen on ao3
(this was a request from a reviewer years ago and originally posted to ao3)
"I've given you your heirs, and you have your whores! I will not lie with you again!" Cersei stood tall, defiance in her eyes as she once again rejected Robert's advances.
"This marriage is a goddamn sham, woman, come here," he demanded, undeterred by her shenanigans.
"I said no!" Cersei replied, slapping him hard. Her ring cut his cheek and he attempted to grab her, but she managed to dodge his clumsy, drunken hands.
Unfortunately, in the process of dodging him, she backed up and tripped over something on the floor.
She fell, hitting her head on the marble countertop on her way down. It hurt, but she felt fine and quickly got up and brushed herself off. She eyed a nearby knife on the counter and debated whether to make a dash for it.
Robert must have noticed her eying the knife, and decided this was too much trouble because the next thing she knew he mumbled, "dumb cunt!" and stumbled away.
She had won this battle, but before she could saunter proudly out, a wave of nausea hit her and she promptly vomited all over the floor.
As she attempted to regain her bearings, she looked at the mess on the floor and tried to determine what she had tripped over. Ah, there it was. Joffrey's toy water gun, but what was it doing in the kitchen? Oh well, she would just use the nearest intercom to call for a maid to take it away, along with cleaning up the mess that was now on the floor.
She left the room, heading to the closest bathroom to use the intercom in the hallway there, and then mouthwash. As she headed there she began to feel lightheaded and dizzy
Short I know but there will be 3 more chapters. I would love to know what you liked about the chapter, etc.