Chapter Two.
"Mother!" Cersei smiled warmly as Joffrey hurried to join her in the vibrant gardens close to her quarters. The piercing blue of the sky overhead was so arresting and clear it seemed unreal, the bright noonday sun hovered above mother and son, making their blonde heads shine vivid golden, both of them were dressed in the newest fashions styled from the finest red silk.
"What is it, my love?" Cersei murmured as Joffrey sat down at the small polished table she had been frequenting for the past several hours, though she wouldn't remain outside for much longer, the sun's rays were slowly turning her alabaster skin a soft olive tone and only commoners allowed themselves to become sun-darkened as her father had always told her.
"Why is Tyrion here?" Joffrey demanded petulantly.
Cersei scowled inwardly as she remembered The Imp's dramatic entrance into the Small Council chambers the previous day. That disgusting little creature made her blood boil beneath the very surface of her skin. She would never understand why her Father had not simply walked the newborn murderer into the ocean at birth to drown for his heinous crime. If it weren't for Jaime's peculiar affection for Tyrion, she would personally gutted him like livestock and fed his corpse to the dogs in the kennels. She loved her twin as she loved her Lady Mother, unconditionally and wholeheartedly. Tyrion had taken her Mother from her, over thirty years on and the pain of that loss had never diminished. She wouldn't do anything to hurt Jaime.
"Your Grandfather has decided that Tyrion is to act as Hand of the King while the war progresses" Cersei informed Joffrey slowly, hating the taste of the words on her tongue. She watched Joffrey closely as she spoke, well aware of his unpredictable temper and it's brutal results that she was in no mood to spend hours containing, instead she attempted to prevent his volatile anger from spiking entirely. She was enjoying her peaceful respite, and she was not particularly interested in seeing it end until absolutely necessary.
"And he didn't think to ask my permission or opinion first. I am the King after all" Joffrey drove his clenched fist suddenly into the table top.
Cersei's jade coloured eyes flashed contempt at the action. How would Joffrey ever become an acceptable King if he did not learn the social chain of command?, Tywin Lannister was not a man to be questioned by anyone, not even her, if only Joffrey would abstain from his childish impulses long enough to learn that.
Contrary to her son's popular belief, people would not spontaneously show him respect and obey him just because of who his father had been and Robert Baratheon had been the Father of all three of her children despite the filthy rumours surrounding the subject of their legitimacy. The Queen Regent rolled her incisively intelligent eyes in disgust. The stupidity of people always failed to surprise her. The general populace of Westeros despised the House of Lannister because of their immense wealth, unmatched by any noble House even if their enemies were to combine their coffers, it was this hatred that prompted the despicable vultures plaguing her House to so readily believe that her children were the product of incest. Believing them capable of such high crimes justified their hatred, it made them feel morally superior when in actuality they were nothing more than envious beetles beneath her feet. Even her witless and deceased cousin, Orson Lannister, was worth a dozen commoners. Lannisters always held true to their own personal code of ethics, their way of life, the Head of their House enforced it.
"You must forgive him Joffrey, he is after all, on the front lines. Manners are in short supply in such times and places" Cersei confidently reached out and covered Joffrey's clenched fist on the circular table with the palm of her elegant hand, the gold square-faced signet ring encircling the long slender middle finger of her right hand gleamed blindingly in the sunlight bearing down on them. She sought to ease Joffrey's anger at her Lord Father. Though it shamed her to admit, her son was indeed foolish enough to try and retaliate against Tywin Lannister for taking control of a situation away from him and her Father would not suffer such an insult. Even Lannisters were nothing more than tools to use and discard through the task of sculpting their immortal Legacy. She knew the fact well and she would not allow Joffrey's own haughtiness to recoil back on him. She was his mother.
"He'd better not do it again" Joffrey hissed after a brief silence. Cersei smiled when he looked at her for confirmation, her son enjoyed playing the all important and cruel sovereign but at heart he was still her little boy, searching for her when he was uncertain.
"I'm certain he won't" Cersei lied easily, convincingly and with a loving smile. He smiled gently in return, they were still a little at odds over the incident yesterday but Cersei had already put it behind her, from now on when dealing with Joffrey she would adopt a more controlled façade, though he wasn't completely blameless, she should never have raised her hand against him and would take steely precautions to ensure it didn't happen again.
"As for 'Uncle' Tyrion I would prefer if he kept his distance, he unnerves me at times" Joffrey turned his hand, palm upwards, so he could lace his fingers with his mother's slightly longer and slender digits.
"How so?" Cersei asked with a curious tilt of her head. Her silken blonde mane flashed in the striking sunlight as the long fall of her hair fell over her shoulders, the shorter tendrils framing her face were secured out of her eyes by diamond pins but the rest was left to cascade down her back down to her trim waist.
"It doesn't matter..." Joffrey shrugged carelessly "...Will you come and watch the games atop the ramparts with me?" He asked.
She cocked her head, examining him closely across the table like a circling hawk watching an oblivious rabbit from afar.
Cersei felt an unmistakeable flutter in her stomach at the prospect. She knew exactly who was waiting dutifully for her son on the walls, Sansa. It had been thirteen days since she had first taken the beautiful redhead to her bed, and she had kept the younger woman there for each night that had followed, each night her hungers had grown more intense, she couldn't seem to get enough of her little SheWolf, each taste demanded another, each lust filled gaze they shared during the day only added to the fires growing within them, and at the end of the pleasurable night, when dawn threatened, the loving caresses Cersei found herself carrying out instinctively only seemed to grow more natural and her chest always seemed to grow tight as she cradled her lover's spent body against her own.
"I would only ruin your fun Joffrey" Cersei spoke, her voice was thick with with emotion, the same emotions that gripped her whenever Sansa found herself possessing the Queen Regent's thoughts.
"Nonsense, besides I would like to have some actual opinions, not my own repeated" Joffrey leapt to his feet, keeping Cersei's hand trapped within his own, leaving the Queen Regent no choice but to rise to her feet, albeit with more dignity than her son.
"When have I ever been able to deny you anything for long?" Cersei smiled, Joffrey smirked with a predatory gait, Cersei resisted smirking in return, her son may think her wrapped around his little finger but she knew exactly how to manipulate him as well, it was the only kink in their relationship, they often pushed each other in the wrong direction.
"Tommen and Myrcella will be joining us as well" Joffrey informed her as they walked side-by-side towards the ramparts, Cersei tilted her head at her son slowly, would Sansa not be there as too, on one hand it would be best if her lover wasn't present, that way she would not be tempted to find a way to touch the redhead in a revealing way and she would actually be able to offer her son a honest opinion at the end of the games, if Sansa were there, her eyes would been permanently trained on her mesmerising SheWolf and she wouldn't be able to tear them away, she wouldn't want to and that would pose a danger for them both if Joffrey ever grew suspicious of them.
"It has been a while since I spent time with all three of you together, alone" Cersei cringed inwardly, as much as she didn't want Sansa to be present during the games, a larger, more dominant, part wanted to have her lover near her, close enough that she would be able to catch the light vanilla scent that always clung to Sansa's flawless skin, untainted by the overpowering perfumes that clung to the other women at the Red Keep and hovered around the halls like an unpleasant stench.
"My thoughts exactly, that is why I've posted guards on Sansa and locked her in her chambers for the day" Cersei almost tripped over her own feet, she masterfully regained her footing without any outward signs that her son's words had effected her, Joffrey's attention remained solely on the hall in front of them, she wasn't a fool, she knew that Joffrey would've found the most distasteful, horribly disrespectful, and intrusive guards he could find, Cersei's jaw clenched tightly with outrage, she suddenly felt an acidic twinge coil in the pits of her stomach, something akin to worry, of course the guards wouldn't dare hurt Sansa, at least she prayed they wouldn't, but physical abuse was often a lot kinder than mental or voiced revilement not to mention easier to deal with.
"You did tell them not to harass her I trust?" Cersei painted a careless smile on her face, though she felt distinctly light headed as some inner part of her screamed that with each step forward she took, it was one step further away from Sansa's chambers.
"Her father was a confessed traitor mother" Joffrey stressed as though it were the most important thing in the world, Cersei froze in the middle of the hall, Joffrey's hold on her forced him to stop also, he frowned at her as she glared venomously at her slightly taller son, her hand itched to be reconnected with his porcelain cheek in a stinging slap, but she managed to restrain herself, barely, though if anything had happened to her SheWolf she would find a way to ruin Joffrey, treasured eldest son or not.
"I've just remembered a pressing matter that needs my immediate attention" Cersei tore her hand out of Joffrey's, choosing to ignore indignant gasp that left Joffrey's perfectly sculpted lips at the force she used, she turned on her heel and hurried down the hall in the most lady like manner she could manage, she couldn't afford to let nosey prigs like Lord Baelish see her running through the halls of the Red Keep, but that knowledge didn't keep her heart from pounding wildly in her chest. She felt as though she were going to be forcibly sick when she finally appeared at the head of the hall leading to Sansa's chambers, Cersei skidded to a stop when she found none other than Sandor Clegane, standing tall in front of the doors leading to Sansa's room, on the floor writhing in pain was Sansa's original four guards.
"What is the meaning of-" Cersei began automatically.
"They were unjustly harassing Lady Stark, when I asked them to return to their designated posts they decided that they wanted to fight instead" Cersei's mouth snapped shut as a wave of gratefulness came over her, she nodded gently at the Hound, she wasn't entirely surprised, the hulking figure of a man had become secretively fond of Sansa during her time at King's Landing, he'd better keep his paws to himself though or she would see them cut off, Cersei shook her head slightly, where was all of this emotion coming from?, she was accustomed to feeling, nothing but, contempt and calculating at the best of times, but Sansa made her feel alive.
"In future, if Sansa is to be contained inside her chambers you will watch over her personally, out here of course..." Cersei informed him slowly as she approached, the Hound nodded as he moved to the side, allowing her access to her lover's chamber, Cersei's hands were shaking as she gripped the door handles
"...Thank you Sandor" Cersei murmured, barely above a whisper, to the muscle bound man as she pushed the door open, the Queen Regent didn't see the look of surprise that crossed the Hound's scarred face at the use of his real name and not the nickname he was known by. Cersei found Sansa sat at a desk, the redhead's back was facing the Queen Regent as she entered the sunlit chamber, a shaky breath fell from Cersei's full lips, she actually felt her heart begin to beat faster as her eyes ran run and down Sansa's graceful form, her younger lover was writing something, judging from the way her shoulder was moving and her head was following the words she was scrawling across a page.
"What is wrong Sandor?" Sansa's voice was thick, as though she'd been crying, Cersei's fists clenched tightly, first because some bastard had caused her SheWolf to shed tears and second because her lover was on a first name basis with the Hound.
"I'm afraid I'm going to have to disappoint you, my dear" Cersei bit out, already murderous thoughts of burning the four guards laying outside the closed door alive came to life in her mind's eye.
"Your Grace?" Sansa was immediately on her feet, moving faster than Cersei had thought her lover capable of, the Queen Regent's blue eyes narrowed as Sansa swiftly covered the page she'd been writing on with other loose sheets, she dismissed the detail for now, instead she focused on the beautiful young woman standing nervously in front of her.
"We are alone are we not?" Cersei asked gently, scanning the chamber for some imaginary company that would have demanded Sansa use her title rather than her name.
"Forgive me...Cersei" The older woman's eyes fluttered closed as her lover's melodious voice sang out her name, it never failed to make her shiver, or tip her over the edge of sanity and into an abyss overflowing with ecstasy.
"Apparently it is I, who should be asking for forgiveness..." Cersei muttered bitterly, Sansa frowned gently in confusion as she stalked closer to her SheWolf
"...For leaving you in Joffrey's care" Cersei expanded, Sansa's blue-grey eyes were suddenly focused on the fur-covered floor, a nervous shameful gesture that Cersei despised with every fibre of her being.
"For the love of The Seven would you look at me?..." Cersei snapped harshly, Sansa was quick to obey her command, like she always did. Cersei finally stopped within a hairsbreadth of her lover, she felt overwhelmed with a storm of different emotions, outrage at Sansa's undeserved treatment, fiery rage at the guards who'd upset her, annoyance and frustration with Joffrey, her own son, confusion and something else, something that went deep inside of her and was stronger than anything else she'd ever experienced, for Sansa, the young woman standing before her, waiting for her to deliver instructions, like a doll
"...I won't let something like this happen again" Cersei whispered as her hand came up to cup Sansa's oval shaped jaw, seemingly of it's own accord, her thumb caressed the side of Sansa's beautiful face slowly, making Cersei's hand tingle with awareness.
"It is nothing Cersei" Sansa announced with a sad smile, Cersei's jaw clenched, she wasn't blind, she could see exactly how miserable her lover was, it was maddening, with all her power she couldn't instantly make Sansa's sorrow disperse.
"Did they touch you?" Cersei murmured, bracing herself for the worst outcome, she couldn't see any immediate harmful marks on her SheWolf's breath taking face, but that didn't mean anything and if she saw even one blemish on Sansa's flawless skin later during the night she would make a point to make the bastards responsible scream in agony.
"No" Sansa whispered, Cersei sighed gently, with her free hand she gripped Sansa's slender hip and pulled her lover closer to her, she dropped the hand cupping Sansa's face so she could wrap her arms around her lover comfortingly, Sansa quickly tucked her head under hers, Cersei tightened her arms around the younger woman as Sansa began nuzzling the soft skin of her neck.
"They better not" Cersei closed her eyes and simply enjoyed feeling Sansa filling her arms so perfectly, like two broken pieces of marble coming together to create something perfect, she tilted her head downwards to inhale Sansa's intoxicating scent, as the younger woman continued snuggling into her. Cersei lazily began drawing small circular patterns on Sansa's deceptively strong back, Sansa's breath hitched in her throat as Cersei's hands dipped dangerously close to the redhead's firm backside, the Queen Regent was quick to bring her elegant hands back up to the small of her lover's back, for now she just wanted to hold her SheWolf close, nothing else in the world held more importance to her nor would it ever. Cersei scowled when there was an abrupt knock on the door, three sharp bursts that sounded as though someone were driving a wooden beam into the entrance.
"What!" Cersei growled, in a tone that would've made even Gregor Clegane blanch in terror, feeling Sansa tense in her embrace Cersei quickly pressed a tender kiss to the top of her head, she smiled when her lover sighed in response.
"The Hand was just looking for you, your grace" The Hound's deep voice rumbled through the thick carved oak door, Cersei blue eyes flashed perilously, she loved the feel of her SheWolf pressed against her, for once fully clothed, and now she would be forced to leave Sansa's presence just to discover what Tyrion wanted, infuriating imp.
"Join me for dinner?" Cersei swiftly requested of Sansa, they both knew that the redhead couldn't actually refuse, but given the circumstances Cersei wanted to, at least, give her lover the illusion of an option.
"I look forward to it" Sansa replied dutifully as she drew back from her lover, once again with a sad smile, Cersei suddenly found herself thinking of ways to coax a genuinely content smile from the younger woman, it would be difficult of course, for she had been the source for a lot of Sansa's pain, but that simple fact only made her resolve burn brighter, she would right her mistakes where her SheWolf was concerned as best she could at least, she could never give back what she had taken directly or indirectly, and in some cases, like becoming the redhead's first, and only if she had her way, lover, she didn't regret a thing.
"I will make you smile again my little SheWolf" Cersei promised as she cupped Sansa's delicate jaw, and pulled her lover in for a searingly possessive kiss that had them both trembling in a matter of glorious seconds, passion rose like a phoenix from the ashes, extremely potent and all consuming. It was only when the Hound's heavy fist reconnected with the door that Cersei found herself able to draw back, breathing heavily in unison with her lover, Cersei couldn't prevent herself from pressing a lighter, tender kiss to Sansa's rosebud coloured mouth, she shivered at the desperate whimper she heard fall from from her younger lover.
"I want you in my colours tonight" Cersei whispered breathlessly, she waited until Sansa nodded her response before turning on her heel and stalking toward the door, Sandor pushed it open when she was three paces away from the polished oak, she frowned gently, if he had been able to hear her approaching through a thick, solid door, what else had he heard?. Cersei met the Hound's eyes as she passed him, the hulking man gave no indication that he had heard anything regarding the Queen Regent's relationship with the elder Stark girl, but that didn't stop Cersei from convey a silent message with her cold eyes, the Hound was quick to lower his head, a message of his own that brought a grateful smile to her lips before she could crush it.
"Before dinner I want you to procure me..." Cersei's melodious voice dropped below a whisper as she finished, but from the smile that crossed the Hound's face anyone would've thought the Queen Regent had just ordered the execution of his only and much hated sibling.
Several hours later, after discovering her brother had only wanted to discuss the disgusting rumours circulating her and her twin Jamie, like a vultures around a corpse, Cersei was sat in her chambers, at the head of a long table that would seat nine people at a push, though only two places had been set with cutlery and other such things, it was considerably later in the day than she'd originally planned to dine with her lover, but for once she wouldn't complain, it had allowed the Hound to obtain her desired gift intended for Sansa, she only hoped it was well received, fully aware that it could potentially earn her the wrong response which would be disastrous at the very best.
"The Lady Sansa Stark, Your Grace" Cersei was jerked out of her musings when her lover's arrival was announced in the clear cut voice of her guard, Cersei's chest tightened, her eyes widened, her palms began to sweat and her body began thrumming as Sansa nervously entered her chambers, dressed in a Lannister red dress as the Queen Regent had asked of the redhead earlier that same day, and it suited the younger woman perfectly, it moulded to her stunning form like a glove, leaving her slender shoulders bare, displaying a modest amount of cleavage and a long slit up the right side left, partially revealed Sansa's long legs, Cersei's breath left her lips on a wheeze.
"Leave us, and if The Hand comes looking for me, I am not to be disturbed..." Cersei informed the tall guard holding the door open for Sansa, the commanding glare she shot him was threatening enough that he nodded his understanding and fled the chamber as though he had a lion prowling after him with it's sharp teeth bared
"...My colours suit you, like I knew they would" Cersei murmured with a smile as she gestured for Sansa to take the seat at her right, she mentally kicked herself as her lover took the desired position, maybe she should have pulled the chair out for the redhead, Cersei rolled her eyes at herself slowly, of all the lover's she'd taken she'd never felt such impulses for them, physical responses and wants, yes, but a need to ensure they were comfortable, that they felt safe and happy, definitely not.
"Thank you" Sansa blushed, Cersei felt a distinct thrill at the reaction she gained, days ago she wouldn't have been gifted with such a response.
"I don't suppose you would considered wearing them permanently?" Cersei mused aloud, Sansa really did look absolutely breath taking in Lannister red, it complimented her colouring much better than the dark colours most Starks were constantly adorned in.
"If you would like" Sansa was quick to reply, she looked as though she wanted to look at the ground, but she refrained from doing so Cersei was pleased to note.
"I believe I asked you if you would wear them, I find you look beautiful in anything...or nothing..." Cersei smirked as there was a knock on the door, a second before they opened to reveal Cersei's personal cooks carrying trays with the first course of their late dinner and whatever wine accompanied the tone of the dish, Cersei dismissed the newcomers the instant they were done preforming their tasks
"...That was inappropriate, I will refrain from making such remarks until later" Cersei decided as she reached for her spoon, she was hardly aware of the scintillating aroma of the food in front of her.
"Later?" Sansa whispered huskily.
"After dinner I have a gift for you and then judging on your reaction we will retire to bed" Cersei informed her lover as they began to eat, what turned out to be a thick, slightly spicy soup.
"My reaction?" Sansa murmured curiously.
"Indeed, how do you like your food?" Cersei murmured, directing their conversation away from the gift she had arranged Sandor to collect, it didn't bare thinking about how much it had cost, money wasn't an issue, she would happily spend all of her inheritance of the younger woman sat next to her, her throat ran dry at the realisation, Cersei reached over for her wine goblet and took a healthy sip.
"I still haven't grown acquainted to Southern food" Sansa said gently, there would be a lot of time for the redhead to develop a fondness for local cuisine, but she refrained from voicing that point, she wanted to block out the outside world, for tonight or however long she could manage.
"But you like it?" Cersei pressed, already plotting on how she was going to unearth Sansa's favourite things, whether it was related to culture, the arts, history, anything and everything.
"I do" Sansa admitted, Cersei smiled and for the next several minutes they enjoyed their food and a comfortable silence, they occasionally made small talk as the courses progressed, but Cersei's ability to hold a conversation was rapidly depleting as the time passed, the Hound would soon be knocking on the chamber door, with Sansa's gift held carefully in his large hands. As though summoned by her thoughts, there was a loud thud on the door, along with a soft fumbling sound.
"That will be your gift" Cersei announced as she pushed her chair out from under the table and stalked over to the door, she took a deep breath and pulled the door open.
"Your grace" Sandor greeted, Cersei tilted her head in acknowledgement as she gestured for him to enter her chambers, in his hands, there was a moderately sized box with half-inch gaps in the sides.
"You had no trouble with it, I trust?" Cersei murmured as she directed the Hound over to the table, she flashed Sansa a slow smile as Sandor carefully placed the box on the table, now cleared of plates and cutlery, the redhead was eyeing the box cautiously, as though she expected a snake to spring out of it at any moment.
"None your grace" The Hound reported, from inside his jerkin he pulled out a folded piece of parchment, Cersei took it quickly and tucked it inside her red skirts, she would deal with the bill later.
"An impressive feat to find one so far from the North" Cersei said, praising and dismissing the large man in her own way, he nodded slowly before departing from the chamber. Cersei cleared her throat uncertainly as she focused on her lover, Sansa looked thoroughly bewildered by the box, sitting on the table.
"What is it?" Sansa finally asked, Cersei bit her lip before she held her hand out for the redhead to take, she smiled when Sansa slipped her warm palm into her own and stood up to join the Queen Regent in front of the box.
"Hopefully not one of my errors where you're concerned..." Cersei muttered uncomfortably, she wasn't used to feeling this degree of precariousness, it made her want to leave the chamber while Sansa uncovered the gift within the box, but she wouldn't do that, she was a lioness, she didn't run from anything
"...Open it" Cersei whispered, Sansa stood looking at her inquisitively for a moment before she slipped between the Queen Regent and the table, Cersei wrapped her arms around her lover as Sansa's pale hands gripped the firmly closed lid, Cersei closed her eyes and rested her head on Sansa's warm shoulder, left bare by the dress she wore, it was so tempting to press tiny kissed to the alabaster skin, but she forced herself to wait.
"Oh my..." Sansa breathed as she unveiled the gift within the straw filled box, there sitting back on her lithe haunches was a pristine white and grey female wolf looking up at them with her head tilted to the side inquisitively, Cersei bit her bit as the pup began whining gently at her new mistress, she hoped Sansa liked her new companion.
"Do you like her?" Cersei winced inwardly, maybe she shouldn't have, not after the incident with Lady, but she wanted Sansa to have a friend and none of the young women around the Red Keep were interested in being seen with a traitor's daughter, besides she wasn't entirely certain she wanted her SheWolf anywhere near another woman, Joffrey, she couldn't argue with, he was after all the king, but it didn't mean she had to like it either way.
"She is gorgeous" Sansa declared, her voice was filled with wonder, Cersei released a breath she wasn't even aware she had been holding, a pleased smile crossed her face as Sansa tentatively allowed the young wolf to sniff her hand, she tensed slightly, ready to jerk her lover away from the tiny animal if the wolf decided to flash her teeth.
"She will compliment you brilliantly then" Cersei murmured quietly, she wasn't even aware of when she began to nuzzle Sansa's soft skin, she was too focused on watching the sight before her. The tiny wolf had finished scenting her new mistress and was now enjoying Sansa's obviously skilled ministrations being directed at the wolf's small pointed ear.
"You'll have to forgive me, I don't quite know how old she is" Cersei whispered in way of an apology.
"At least twelve weeks, I remember when Lady was this size" Sansa said gently as she continued stroking her new companion, Cersei masterfully hid her guilty wince, if only she could go back in time so she could change things, but she couldn't.
"I know she will not replace Lady and that was not my intention, but I thought you could use a friend, supposedly domesticated wolves can be very loyal" Not that she knew must about the species, having grown up at Casterly Rock the only thing she'd come into close contact with when she was a child were nuggets of pure gold and the Southern sea, maybe Sansa would care to educate her about the potentially lethal animals that the redhead seemed to value greatly.
"But what about...Joffrey?" Sansa seemed to choke on his name, Cersei soothed her lover by drawing soft circular patterns on her silk covered stomach while Sansa continued petting her new friend.
"Don't worry about Joffrey, I will deal with the impending tantrum" Cersei drawled with an exasperated roll of her blue eyes, she smiled lovingly when she heard Sansa barely conceal a melodious laugh that would have silenced singing bird and inspired a great amount of envy.
"Thank you Cersei" Sansa whispered with a sweet smile, Cersei was forced to lift her head as her lover tilted her head to look back at her, there was a new lively twinkle simmering in Sansa's blue-grey eyes, one that Cersei would cherish and protect from the hard days to come.
"You're welcome..." Cersei moved forward slowly, she brushed her lips against her lover's tenderly in a gentle kiss before she drew back ever so slightly
"...We should find her something to eat I think" Cersei murmured softly, letting her gaze travel down to the small pup, sitting still in her box and looking up at them with her ears perked up.
"Wolves this age occasionally still nurse from their mothers at times but they eat mostly meat" Sansa took a while to say, momentarily distracted by the beauty of the Queen Regent, she looked back down at the little wolf somewhat reluctantly.
"I suspected as much" Cersei nodded, in fact she had already had her cooks prepare a small bowel of cubed steak for the pup, and it was due to arrive any moment. Sansa was idly stroking the wolf's wedge shaped head with her elegant hand as Cersei nuzzled her lover's neck adoringly.
"I told you I'd make you smile again" Cersei mused with a triumphant smile of her own, indeed for as long as she could Cersei would spend her days making Sansa smile happily and her nights coaxing screams of pleasure from her SheWolf.
TBC. . .
