The Hand's Tournament commenced. Alica had a new gown for the celebration. It was made of gold thread and it shimmered in the sunlight, it was also meant to serve as a gown for special occasions while she was pregnant, at any stage of her pregnancy. Alica's hair was styled more elaborately than usual, she knew it was appropriate to do so, but she didn't like how it looked on her.
When Alica was ready for the day, she left her chambers, only to overhear Cersei and Jaime within one hundred feet of her journey down the corridor. She stopped when she heard her name, she hid behind the wall and eavesdropped of their conversation.
"I don't trust Alica Tiran." Cersei said. "She has sunk her claws deep into our father and he actually cares for her."
"Our father hasn't been happier in years, yet you decide to get angry at his happiness."
Jaime told her.
"I don't care for our father's happiness if it's caused by a woman besides our late
mother." Cersei told Jaime. "If it wouldn't enrage our father, I would have strangled the little bitch after cutting her bastard right out of her stomach."
"Is that fair to say considering our bastards?" Jaime asked. It took all of Alica's willpower not to gasp in shock of what he just said. No, it couldn't have been. Now that she thought about it, how Cersei's children looked, of course they were bastards!
"Shut up, Jaime." Cersei snapped. "Take notice how much she's warmed up to the Stark girls, especially Sansa. I fear that she might be a spy."
"Don't be ridiculous, Cersei, she's from the north as well, and of course Sansa looks up to Lady Lannister after being cooped up in a place like Winterfell for so long. It gives her hope. On Alica's side, she wants to talk to someone who she won't enrage by her very presence." Jaime explained. "Alica is not as stupid as you make her, if she were, father would have planned her accidental death years ago. Clearly, there is something between father and Alica and you are too angry to accept it."
"Of course I'm too angry to accept it. He loved our mother, but then he breeds the next little whore who asks him to? Has he no shame?" Cersei raised her voice. Alica accidentally stumbled, making a large echoing noise across the corridor. Cersei stopped focusing on Jaime and walked to where the sound came from, only to reveal Alica running away. "As your queen, I order you to stop!" Cersei yelled. Alica did stop, turning back around. "Come here." Cersei snarled. Alica reluctantly obeyed. When she was near Cersei, Cersei slapped her in the face. "How much did you hear, little whore?"
"I heard Ser Jaime talk about why Sansa looked up to me and that I talk to her because I don't want to make you angry." Alica said as calmly as she could, turning her head slowly back towards Cersei, only to earn another slap.
"Don't lie to me, little whore! What did you hear?" Cersei said, grabbing Alica by the hair and pulling her closer. "You wave your cunt around and play games with my father, but your little cunt won't sway me." Cersei snarled.
"I didn't hear anything besides that!" Alica lied, whimpering pathetically. Cersei threw her to the ground.
"Jaime, take her to a cell." Cersei ordered.
"Cersei, this is ridiculous, she obviously didn't hear anything." Jaime told the queen.
"I can't risk that, Jaime." Cersei snapped. "And I am your queen, you do as I command!" Cersei said before grabbing Alica by her hair again and dragging her across the corridor, Alica's cries echoing the area. "It seems I'll have to drag her there myself." Cersei said. "Get up you little whore, walk with some dignity!"
Alica stood up immediately, Cersei's hand was still in her hair as she lead her like a bitch on a leash to what looked like her bedchamber. Cersei threw Alica on the bed climbing on top of her to slap her.
"You come to my home and eavesdrop in my conversations!" Cersei snarled. "You're going to pay the price for that, little bitch!" Cersei said as she tied Alica to the bed, a cloth was shoved in her mouth to shut her up. Cersei reached for a dagger and cut open Alica's dress and corset, pulling the fabric away to reveal her naked body. "Pretty body, shame it'll be less pretty after you give birth." Cersei said with a laugh. She put the dagger down and grabbed Alica's breasts. "I'm going to fuck you, little bitch, and you're not going to like it." Cersei slapped Alica's cunt, making Alica tear up and bawl.
"I like hearing you cry, but it'll excite me more to hear when you finally break." Cersei admitted. "You will come to me every night, and if you fail to do so, or tell anyone, I will make sure your child's throat is slit right in front of you after you birth it." Alica sobbed, but she didn't dare struggle.
Cersei forced three fingers into Alica's unready cunt. Alica cried out, there was more pain than there was her first time with Tywin. Cersei finger fucked Alica's cunt ruthlessly until she was satisfied with the amount of blood that trickled from Alica's cunt. When Cersei was done, she slapped Alica again.
"I'll let you wear one of my old maternity gowns, seeings as that one is ruined." Cersei said. "I'll dress you myself." She said as she picked an emerald silk gown. She untied Alica, took the cloth out of her mouth, smiling when the only noise that came from Alica was sobbing. Cersei gently helped Alica up and dressed her. "You will walk normally, if I see any faltering in your walk, I will leave you looking worse than you do now." Cersei threatened. Cersei also redid Alica's hair. "Such soft hair, pity it's black." Cersei applied makeup to Alica's face to hide the bruises caused by Cersei's slapping. "Are you ready?" Cersei asked. Alica didn't reply, she was trying too hard not to start bawling. "Of course you are." Cersei smiled. "Come, little bitch, we have a tournament to go to." Cersei said affectionately.
During the tournament, Alica did her best to follow Cersei's orders and to not make it seem like she was hurt in any way. She smiled and laughed with Sansa, but at the same time, she couldn't help but fear what might have been in store for Sansa if she ever did something Cersei didn't like.
She wondered how many other women went through the same thing she did.