"What is going on here?" Cersei questioned as she looked at what was supposed to be the elite Kingsguard looking haggard and rather worn out. It wasn't filling her with confidence.
One of the guards looks at her, blood pouring from his nose, a massive dent in his armor, "She's a monster!"
Cersei rolled her eyes, "And yet she bleeds just like everyone else." Cersei moves closer to the door only for one of her Kingsguard to step in front of her to block her entrance into the cell. "Step aside, she is hardly a threat."
"She's gone feral!"
"It's been two weeks, and we just arrived from the wedding. There hasn't been enough time for her to turn feral, and if she has that will make it easier in the end. We don't have much time, the Fabrays will soon send an army of sparrows out, and if we don't move soon there will be war. Now step aside," Cersei repeats as the Kinguard is suddenly pushed away by her personal guard, The Mountain, a rare half-breed, a cross between an elf and a giant. He had died years ago and with a bit of necromancy and other forbidden magic kept the Mountain alive. He was loyal to only her, and it was proving useful as the other Kingsguard immediately gave her a wide berth.
The mountain opens the cell doors for her and steps inside first to make sure there wasn't an attack coming but nothing happens and Cersei soon follows after him, immediately grimacing at the smell as she looks at the prince of the Agron Kingdom.
"Princess—" Cersei begins, only for Charlie to spit at her. The Mountain immediately steps forward, slamming a massive meaty face into Charlie's face. Cersei watches as Charlie's head snaps back with violence and she immediately holds her hand up, stopping what would be a very gruesome beatdown. "I understand that you enjoy running your mouth, and that you think that there is nothing that we can do to hurt you."
Charlie tilted her head spitting out the broken half of her tooth and looking at the Mountain, she could take him, she was sure of it. "Kara hits harder, it's probably the dwarf in her, giant and elf half-breeds—and it stinks like something dead—you've been using forbidden magic."
"There's no such thing as forbidden magic—"
"If the dragons consider it to be forbidden, then it's forbidden, they are creatures of pure magic," Charlie repeats with a laugh. "I knew it was the fucking elves. I was fucking right, and I have to question what you're doing. They will come for me, and once they do we will burn your forests to the ground, and kill every fucking elf in this shitty backwater country. I mean you live in trees. It'll just be a spark."
"Your derision at our culture, at our lives is exactly why we must act. You rate us lower than the beasts that live near our borders. You even married one, when I have a perfectly fine daughter—but I would never give her to you."
"So you kidnap the heir to the Agron Kingdom and you think that what? My country won't burn your country to the ground in an attempt to get me back?"
"The heir to the Agron Kingdom, who is half magic. You might have guessed that it was us, but your family is still searching the Holy Empire, and trying to make sense of it and this room is warded. Even your grandmother can't find you."
"I don't understand why you even need me, the Elves had always had magic, I mean it's your weird tree magic, but it's still magic."
Cersei frowned, "There is no more magic. There hasn't been an elf born in this generation with any magical ability."
"Well perhaps if you stopped fucking your relatives, it would come back. Just a suggestion, I'm probably right, I usually am about these things," Charlie said flatly.
Cersei scowled and motioned for The Mountain to hit her again, this time not feeling queasy as Charlie's head slams against the wall cracking it open. Blood begins to drip from the wound on the back of her head. It didn't matter, "We will do nothing of the sort, pure bloodlines are all that matter. So we will be taking your magic and giving it to our people. My son will be the first—"
"Joffrey? That little pissant? You're going to give him magic why so he can—" A dull crunch fills her ears and blood is filling her mouth. Charlie laughs, and spits again, this time it's bright red from the blood from her mouth. "Go fuck yourselves, or better yet go fuck some trees."
"In a few days you won't be laughing, and you won't be underestimating us," Cersei hisses at Charlie.
"Tree fuckers!" Charlie giggles at her joke, it's really the only insult that she can think of with her ears ringing and the room spinning. "When I get out of here I'm going to kill you, and your shitty whelp, but before I kill him I'm going to take that sword and shove it up his—"
"Break her leg." Cersei said turning away as the Mountain grabs Charlie's leg, she doesn't wait to hear the screams that rip out of Charlie's mouth as she leaves the cell. "Reduce her intake of food, and water, she just needs to be alive for the ceremony."