Day 12
Cersei frowned as she looked about her room. She had just dealt with the annoying Ghost of Christmas Past who showed her what she had done in her youth ('Cuppa wine, cuppa wine, committed incest, cuppa wine, cuppa wine…') and had been hoping the Spirits had gotten it through their transparent heads that she didn't need to be 'saved' because there was nothing wrong with her!
But she could smell roasted meats, hear boisterous laughter, and the chugging of ale coming from quarters just beyond her bedroom door and with a sigh Cersei got up, throwing on a robe and padding barefoot across the room, throwing open the door.
"…I get enough of this with my husband," Cersei said as she stared at the Ghost of Christmas Present.
"Come now, I am here to share some cheer with you! Not Robert."
"Hey Ghost!" Robert declared, coming into the room with a platter of turkey in one hand and a mug of ale in the other. "I sent the Kingslayer to get us some whores- oh. Oh." He stared at Cersei. "This is… exactly how it looks."
Cersei rolled her eyes. "I don't care if it keeps him from bugging me."
Robert beamed at that. "It's a Christmas Miracle!"
The Ghost of Christmas Present scratched his chin. "I really should be focused on… how many whores?"
"Oh, plenty. With great big tits that will make you want to stay there till its New Years!"
"…sweet."