The sight Margaery returned to later was quite the exciting one indeed. Within the barred and locked door of the dungeon room nestled deep in one of the Red Keep's many hidden canals, her captured lioness sat caged and waiting. She was red-faced and sweaty, her pretty golden locks shaken loose from her hair ties and laying around her seething face in wild tangles. It made the kidnapped Queen look primal, beastly, and above all… sexy. Margaery found herself biting her lip and taking a breath just to still her heart upon the sight of the woman. She'd always found Cersei beautiful, of course. Anyone in the seven kingdoms with two eyes could see that much. But she'd never found herself so… drawn to the woman until now. Now, of course, when she had Cersei powerless and vulnerable. It was a side of herself Margaery hadn't expected to find within… but not one she was necessarily eager to shy away from either.

She sauntered into the room and drew herself slowly towards her captive, drawing the moment out. My captive, she thought, liking the way the words sounded in her head. My prisoner. Mine.

Cersei Lannister watched her approach, fuming the whole time. Her nostrils flared, her cheeks and brow shaded red. Her perfectly white teeth were sunk bitterly into the knotted gag Margaery had left tied tightly around her mouth too, and she found herself musing again just how much she enjoyed the way the Queen looked.

"I've returned to you, my sweet Cersei," Margaery cooed, standing over the bound Queen and laying a hand softly on her thigh. "Have you missed me as dearly as I have you?"

Cersei's eyes narrowed as she glared. She shook her head violently to the side to clear a tangle of blond hair that'd fallen across her comely face.

"Cersei?" Margaery continued, mocking concern as she knelt beside her captive. "Aren't you going to greet me?"

Cersei slowly shook her head, the contempt dripping from her expression. Her lips squirmed against the cloth wedged between them.

"No? Oh well… I suppose I'll just have to leave you here all alone again then." Margaery smirked and flipped her hair over her shoulder. "Such a shame. I was looking forward to spending time together again. It's alright, though. I understand. You like being alone down here… all tied up… not able to move an inch or scratch an itch or even use the bath, should the need arise. You know, if it were me all tied up down here, I know I'd-"

"Mrnmph!" Cersei growled into her gag, throwing herself forward against her ropes and widening her eyes.

Margaery smiled. Lovely, she thought, eyeing the Queen's chest as her blouse was pulled tight across it. "Oh, forgive me. Would you like your muzzle removed so you can speak?"

Cersei closed her eyes and appeared to put forth a great deal of effort in remaining calm as she nodded.

"Cersei? You didn't answer me, my sweet. Do you want your gag removed or not?"

"Hrmf!" The Queen grunted, snapping her eyes open and furrowing her brow.

Margaery stared at her, smirking, letting it sink in who was in control a bit before tittering and reaching her hands around the sides of the Queen's pretty blonde head. "Scream or shout and I'll fetch you a gag twice as thick," she warned as she loosened the cloth enough to pry the knot wedged between Cersei's teeth out.

"Water," Cersei hissed the moment her lips were loose.

"Fair enough. I grant your request." In truth, Margaery had expected her prisoner to be thirsty and had come prepared with a skin of cool water. She fetched it from the satchel at her feet and held it to Cersei's lips. The Queen leaned forward to take a drink and Margaery pulled it just out of range. Cersei narrowed her eyes and sneered, but Margaery only laughed and stuck the flask between her captive's lips before she could complain. Cersei drank long and hard, and eventually spilled some water down her chin and across the top of her chest. Margaery watched the beads slide down her exposed, curvy flesh before finding one of the many ropes crossing her upper body and keeping her pinned against the chair.

"How long do you intend to keep me like this?" Cersei asked breathlessly after taking her drink. Her question broke Margaery's focus on the woman's chest and demanded it back to her eyes.

"How long?" She pursed her lips. "In truth? I haven't decided. A few hours? A few months? Who can really know such things."

Cersei fixed her with an expression of utter disgust, but seemed to push past it to ask her next question. "What are you hoping will come of this?"

She shrugged. "Fun?"

The Queen raised a brow. "And you don't fear the consequences?"

"No. You don't scare me, Cersei. You're a lioness, sure, but your itty bitty claws are all wrapped up in ropes at the moment."

Cersei squinted. "Are you going to kill me?"

Margaery recoiled as if struck. "What? Of course not! Don't be silly! I'm not a murderer, Cersei. Now you, on the other hand…"

"Then you are truly a fool not to fear me," Cersei interjected as an insidious smile crept into her expression. "When you release me, I will stop at nothing to have my vengeance against you."

"I said I wasn't going to kill you. I said nothing of releasing you, my dear Queen."

Cersei made a sound that might've been laughter through her nose. "Foolish little girl. Still think you're playing a game."

"Oh, but I am, mother dearest. I'm seeing just how mad I can make you. Your pretty milky skin turns the loveliest shade of red when you're really angry."

Cersei squirmed in her ropes. Abruptly, her tone shifted from conversational to wrathful as she leaned forward and shook the entire chair in the process. "Untie me from this Gods-forsaken chair!"

"Keep your voice down," Margaery commanded. "And, now that you bring it up, that's actually why I'm here." She let a playful smile linger on her face as Cersei's narrowed her eyes with confusion. Margaery moved the hand she'd left resting on the Queen's thigh slowly up the woman's leg till her fingers could pinch at the ropes around her belly. "I am going to untie you, mother dearest."

Cersei eyes her mistrustfully. "What game is this now…?"

"No game. I have every intention of removing these ropes binding you to this chair. I could have a trusted guard come and do it for me… but I'd like to handle you myself. So I need to know if you're going to behave, my Queen."

The doubt was still in Cersei's eyes as she stared at Margaery, but now there was the faintest bit of hope there too, lying just beneath the lioness's proud demeanor. She wanted desperately to be free. "Untie me then," Cersei said simply. "Now."

Margaery bowed her head. "Your wish is my command." She stood, circled around the back of the chair, and knelt to undo the knots binding the Queen in place. Cersei went stiff as a board, her breaths coming a bit more shallow in her chest as she waited patiently to be released. Margaery took her sweet time, occasionally stopping to admire Cersei's posture or hair or patience. Even the woman's hands were beautiful; bound together at the small of her pack, pale and delicate. Cersei had slender, pretty, fingers, and Margaery found herself wanting them to graze her cheek. Instead, she made herself diligently continue her task. Eventually, the ropes fell away from Cersei.

The Queen sat up at once. "My hands," she said, with a little shake of her bound hands as if to remind Margaery where they were. "Untie my hands."

"I never said I was going to untie you entirely."

Cersei snapped her head around and glowered. "I knew this was some game…"

"Hush." Margaery moved down the length of Cersei's legs and flipped the locks aside keeping the stock board clamped around her ankles. Cersei was quick to scamper her pretty bare feet away from the board.

"My shoes," Cersei said with a lift of her chin. "Place them back on my feet. I refuse to take one step barefooted in this filthy dungeon."

"Request denied," Margaery told her with a smile as she strolled beside the Queen and laid her hands on her hips.

"It was not a request!" Cersei growled.

"A royal command then?"

"Yes! I command you to do as I say, as your… as your Queen!"

"Then I shall affix your royal gag back in your big royal mouth so as to prevent any more commands from being commanded of me," Margaery explained, and wasted no time forcing the knot of the cloth back between Cersei's teeth.

"Ouu imsrmnt limml whrrn!" The Queen protested as Margaery tightened the gag.

"Back how I prefer you, mother," she said, leaning down so they were on eye level. "Gagged."

"Hrnf!" Cersei's eyes widened indignantly. "Hm cmm do thiph tm mme ouu limml bish! Whem mmim geg ommma miph-"

"Didn't anyone ever teach you not to talk with your mouth full?" Margaery asked with a final yank on the back of the gag to tighten it further. "Shut up and stand, Cersei. Come on. On your feet."

She pulled at Cersei's elbow till the woman stumbled from the chair and stood. Despite the gag, she kept trying to talk, but it was quiet and unintelligible enough that Margaery simply let her go. She got behind the Queen and took hold of her bound wrists. With a little shove to her lower back, she got Cersei marching in front of her.

They breached the dungeon door and entered the dark, cavernous hallway beyond. Margaery honestly didn't care if Cersei could figure out where they were anymore. The keep had so many identical prisons and halls, it really didn't matter. She just had to make sure her prisoner kept moving, and that she didn't try to break free and make a run for it. Losing a person down here would be a rather unpleasant experience, she supposed. She tightened her grip on the Queen's restraints.

After a bit of walking, Cersei quieted down. Margaery knew she was desperately trying to place exactly where they were in the castle. She only smiled. "A shame you have to march through these filthy halls in those lovely bare feet of yours, mother," she whispered over Cersei's shoulders. "When do you think the last time they've been properly washed is?"

Cersei let a baleful little growl escape her throat, but otherwise ignored her.

"Don't worry," Margaery whispered against her ear. "Just a bit further now and our trip will be over."

And it was. The old tunnel curved and ran down a sloped bit of ground before they reached two armed and armored Tyrell men stationed outside a wooden door. Margaery greeted them with a curtsy. Cersei 'greeted' them by grumbling a string of threats and curses around her gag.

"You'll have to excuse her," Margaery told the men as she forced the Queen between them and into the room. "She's a bit cranky at the moment."

The room wasn't much different from the last structurally. It was low-roofed and had a slight curve in both the stone floor and ceiling. The walls were ancient brick and windowless. Two torches ensconced at either end lit it well enough. The only furnishings were a carpet in the room's center, a chair beside a small table, and a bed at the room's end. Cersei stepped in a circle, eyeing the new scenery with a shrewd look.

There was a dagger, sharp and double-sided, lying on the table beside the door. Margaery picked it up and held it high for Cersei to see. "Now I'm going to cut your hands free, my Queen. Don't look so suspicious. I mean what I say. However, you are not to attempt to remove your gag. As I said earlier, I prefer you when you are unable to speak, and so that is how you shall stay. Do you understand me, Cersei?"

Cersei's eyes moved from Margaery's own, to the dagger, and back. Slowly, she nodded her head.

"Good. Turn around."

Cersei fixed her with one last glare, as if in warning not to try anything, before turning in place. Margaery walked right up to her, took hold of her bound hands to steady them, and sent the dagger's edge along their center. The ropes fell away immediately.

Cersei yanked her hands in front of her and spun back around. She stared curiously at Margaery as she rubbed at her reddened wrists.

Margaery let her stare. She stared right back. She could feel her heartbeat quickening. This was a moment she'd concocted and had been waiting for ever since first hatching her plan against Cersei in the first place. She took a deep breath and conjured her most sweet smile to her face. "Alright, Cersei. Now you're going to undress."

The Queen's eyes widened, first with incredulity, then with fury. She started to say something, rolled her eyes at how ridiculous it sounded with the cloth still wedged between her teeth, and reached for her gag.

"Do not do that!" Margaery commanded, angling the pointed tip of the dagger across the room. "You are staying silenced, Cersei. Put your hands down! Now!"

"I wrm mot be toggd tom lige srmm cmmn hrrr!" Cersei mumbled around her muzzle.

"I can't understand you, and that's how I prefer it. So shut up, Cersei, and do as I told you. Undress yourself." She raised a brow. "Or… do I need to bring my men in here and have them undress you?"

Cersei's expression froze in equal parts fear and hatred.

Margaery hoped her smirk conveyed just how much satisfaction she took in the Queen's look. "Undress yourself then. Now."

Cersei's glared lingered on her. There was so much anger and contempt in her eyes, Margaery nearly shrunk away. Nearly. She steeled her resolve and held her ground, lifting her chin haughtily. "Undress, Cersei."

Slowly, Cersei reached for the laces binding the chest line of her bodice. Her murderous glare never left Margaery's eyes as she pulled the laces loose, reached for the padded shoulder mantle's of her dress, and slipped them aside. They slid down her milky shoulders and upper arms, and then the whole dress was falling away. Her breasts came exposed as the dress fell to her waist. They were full breasts, healthy, of good complexion. The nipples that tipped either one were pink and round. Margaery put a hand to her mouth and swallowed. She wanted the Queen more than she'd thought.

Cersei worked the dress down around her hips and let it fall and pool around her feet. She stood clad only in her underwear and her gag then, one arm draped protectively across her exposed chest. Her glare had not wavered.

For a moment, Margaery didn't know what to say. The Queen's beauty and nakedness had stolen her words. She cleared her throat and raised the dagger, more of a reminder to herself than Cersei of its power. She nodded to the chamber's bed. "Go lie down."

Cersei's eyes moved to the bed and back. She frowned and shook her head. "I whm noph gff mymslf to ouu!"

"Do as I say," Margaery warned with a wag of the dagger. "Lie down on that bed."

Cersei eyed the dagger carefully. Margaery figured she was pondering her chances at surviving it if she attacked or ran. After a moment's hesitation, an agitated sound escaped her throat and she stormed to the bed. She laid herself down—cleverly, Margaery thought—on her belly and went still.

"Now, mother," Margaery began as she closed the gap between them. "How will I glimpse that lovely chest of yours when you're on your belly?" She laughed. "It matters not. I'd need to put you that way to bind you up again anyway. Stay as you are."

At the mention of being bound again, Cersei started to rise. Margaery climbed atop the bed and planted her foot on the small of Cersei's back to keep her in place. "Don't," she warned, and applied pressure till the Queen laid flat to the bedding again. "Don't you move, Cersei. Don't you even think about it."

Cersei glanced back to fix her with a glare. "Whrm I geg owmma thiph rmm, Mrmmry, I prmmnf ouu are gommimg to srffr…"

"Let's just tighten this up for you, shall we?" Margaery replied, crouching down to yank the gag tighter into Cersei's mouth until she grunted and shut up. "There we are. Now put your hands up above your head." When Cersei didn't, Margaery sighed, grabbed the woman's slender wrists, and forced them above her anyway. She took one of the lengths of rope she'd left in preparation from beside the bed and bound Cersei's wrists together again tightly before tethering them to the post at the bed's headrest. She picked another length of rope up before sliding back down the length of her captive's body. At Cersei's feet, she stopped and bound her ankles together, then staked them down the same as her wrists to a post at the bed's end.

When she'd finished, her Queen was all stretched out and tied down. Margaery's eyes landed on Cersei's butt. It was still clad in her underwear, but it was shapely and firm-looking, and Margaery could not help herself but to wonder what it would look like if the underwear were removed.

She closed her eyes to clear the thought from her head. She couldn't pursue that line of thought… at least, not yet. She swallowed and forced the playfulness back into her voice as she gave Cersei a pat on the thigh. "Comfortable, mother?"

Cersei squirmed and sighed but put up no further protests. Her behind looked fantastic as she did so.

"That will conclude our time together for now," Margaery explained. "While I'm gone, you're going to be on your best behavior down here. If you're not?" She slipped off the edge of the bed and crouched. Cersei's feet were bound and dangling right beside her. Margaery took great pleasure in spotting a bit of dirt on her heels. She uncoiled a finger and gave a poke into the arches of Cersei's soles. Cersei roared into her gag and shook the entire bed in protest. "Just reminding you of what I can do to you," Margaery explained, "So behave yourself."

She stood and moved to the doorway. She glanced back once more at her prisoner before she left, though. Cersei's pretty blond locks were splayed out around her head. Her shoulder blades were sharp above the smooth curves of her back. Her butt was heart-shaped and hoisted a bit into the air. Her legs were shapely and toned.

Margaery's mouth felt suddenly dry. She dabbed at her lips. "When I come back, Cersei… I'm going to have my way with you. I want you to know that. I want you to think about it while I'm gone."

And with that, she left.