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AN: I cannot apologise enough for the lengthy wait, I did not anticipate it taking this long to get the chapter up, but in my defence, school with a side of working part time is a total nightmare :(

Chapter Eight.

Night had settled over the Capital while the Queen Regent went about her daily work, the tedious missives and the like were in an abundance much to her continued vexation, on any other night she would have welcomed an opportunity to burn the tiresome documents. But not this night.

"Seven hells..." Cersei hissed quietly, glaring at the two pristine, sealed letters she had set aside from all the rest. One boasted the sigil of House Greyjoy, the other was unmarked.

Both had insistently kept her sleepless to such an hour, despite the welcoming call of her bed and her lover within. She knew Sansa to be awake still, she was acutely aware of her SheWolf's breathing on the other side of her chamber, decidedly lacking the careless weightlessness of sleep. That and she could detect the constant rustling of her Lannister red bedsheets. As much as she longed to retire from the drudgery of her work, she knew the two missive were exceedingly important, rest wasn't an option for her until she had read them and addressed the issues inside, but she felt so very wary of the words held within. Sighing with resignation, Cersei reached out for the unmarked letter, breaking the red wax seal, she carefully revealed the message, sent to her by her spy in the Baratheon encampments.

A low growl of frustration escaped her lips after she had read and re-read cursed missive, she set the page flat on her desk as she leaned back in her high backed chair, clasping her elegant hands together atop the polished oak, and allotting herself a moment to mull over the new development. She wasn't even aware of wrapping her long slender fingers around the neck of her unopened wine bottle set on the very edge of her desk, preferring to only indulge in alcohol after she had tended to official business, until she heard it shattering against the cold marble floor of her chamber several feet in front of her.

"Cersei...?" Sansa's quiet, almost timid, whisper had her glancing over in the redhead's direction. She mentally condemned her lack of self-control when she caught the worried gleam in her younger lover's soft blue-grey eyes.

"Its nothing. Go to sleep..." Cersei bit out, attempting to keep her frustration with the newest development out of her permanent drawl. She sighed harshly when a curious, almost shy, knock on the locked door caught her attention. She glared at the solid oak across the chamber as a deathly silence drew out, she wouldn't put it passed The Hound to kick the door in if she failed to answer for much longer, but she would welcome the intrusion if only to vent her anger out on someone. Shaking her head at her own thought, she gracefully rose up out of her chair and stalked across her rooms. Twisting the key in the gold lock, she yanked open the door with a glare even the Mad King would know to fear.

"...What?!" Cersei snapped irritably.

"Do you have need of me Your Grace?" Sandor looked over her head to inspect the chamber searching for an intruder no doubt, his dull brown eyes finally landed on the broken glass of the wine bottle, she'd had to prowl around the mess to reach the entrance of her chamber.

"If I had need of you, I would've called for you..." Cersei hissed venomously, her condescending tone was generally reserved for the most incompetent imbeciles that crossed her path, secretly she despised herself for addressing The Hound in such a manner. He was, in faith, the most loyal of her subjects, his value was incalculable and she would never forget that fact. But she would not apologise, her station would not allow it nor would her mood.

"...We are perfectly fine Sandor" Cersei softened her tone, it was the nearest she would ever come to saying those two words she had long ago promised she would never again utter.

"Your Grace" Sandor lowered his head respectfully, conveying his understanding of her unspoken words through his equally unvoiced gesture. Tilting her head, she pushed the door to, and relocked the entranceway, turning on her heel, she stalked back towards her desk. Doing her best to ignore the soft worried look she could feel clinging to her back.

"Go to sleep Sansa" Cersei murmured again gently, she took up her seat behind her desk once more, staring at the one remaining letter. She sighed slowly, her father had always told her to expect the worst of any given situation, not only would it boost the satisfaction gained from the success of a plot or scheme, but it preserved oneself from disappointment. However there was too much tied to the words contained in that missive for her to completely detach herself. The fate of Westeros, the future of House Lannister, the safety of her children, her relationship with Sansa.

Everything

"Come to bed" Sansa whispered. Cersei was too wary and too tense to even consider it. Not now. One letter had produced the executioner and the crowd, would the other offer the block and the axe?. Had the Lioness of House Lannister truly had her last hunt?.

"I cannot, these need addressing" Cersei growled, rubbing her tired eyes with her elegant right hand slowly.

"Rest often assists one's decision making" Sansa offered meekly.

"You should know by now that I do not rest until I am sure of where my next foothold lies." Cersei murmured. Appreciative of her lover's concern, though reluctant to accept the redhead's advice. The forces working against her didn't seem to rest, how could she?.

"Those that do not take respite are doomed to fail" Sansa responded, clasping her pale hands together. Cersei smirked helplessly in response. Her lover was quickly adjusting to speaking her mind, the redhead's wise innocence was reflected in her words and the Queen Regent savoured it like a tonic.

"When you play the Game Of Thrones, you win or you die..." Cersei repeated the words she had told the father to the daughter, curious as to what the younger women would make of them, and wondering if good and noble Eddard had realised the destruction his lies would wrought when he had spouted them. Though in defence of her lover's father, Eddard had only taken up the farce of a cause set by Jon Arryn. Still they caused chaos.

"Reinvigorated eyes will make the cause easier." Sansa insisted. Cersei smiled inwardly, keeping her outward expression neutral was simply something she was accustomed to doing, a trait she had perfected, taught to her by her father. How much progress she had made, that Sansa would feel comfortable making suggestions to her, much less persisting on the path.

"That they will..." Cersei agreed. Sensing the logic within the younger women's words like a lioness detecting her prey in the distance beyond, and noticing a moment too late that Sansa had failed to mention her own brother's fate. Robb Stark was playing the Game just as surely as she was.

"...To bed then, my SheWolf..." The Queen regent purred with a definite cat-like gleam in her eyes. Possessiveness lifted her head within Cersei's chest, purring and roaring with triumph in the same instant. As she once again climbed to her feet, her intent to keep her lover with her for all times increased, burning brighter with each step she took toward Sansa. No matter what was pitched against her, she would overcome it, if only to live out her days with her SheWolf and her children.

"...My Sansa"


"...I will be imposing conscription for the Lannister armies immediately, ballots will be set up at various points in the City and no man over the age of fifteen is to be exempt..." Cersei informed the Maesters of the Small council, the critical line of her full lips and sceptic gleam in her jade coloured eyes left no room for argument or question. Only nods of agreement and compliance. As was the norm for The Queen Regent's instructions.

"...Further more, the City gates will be closed to all refugees from this instant until I say otherwise..." She continued, subconsciously very aware of the Kingsguard forming a protective semi-circle behind her, she had expected them to redirect their cautionary duties towards her after she had shut Joffrey away from prying eyes, but she found the swiftness of the action a little unnerving. As though they had been waiting, or even praying, that she would take the throne. With the gates closed it meant less potential victims within the City when Stannis attacked, less carnage.

"...In addition, scouts will be sent to scour the coast lines on an hourly basis in preparation for the invasion. Those are my orders, see that they are carried out" Cersei snapped in way of dismissal, well trained dogs that they were, the Maesters all rushed to their feet with abject expressions and courteous words. Cersei ordered the majority of the Kingsguard to serve several mundane purposes throughout the Keep, simply because she detested the crowd of muscular buffoons surrounding her and she knew that they would not be needed. The Hound was far more efficient then they would ever be.

"Summon the head of my household to my chambers and then retire to the gardens" Cersei instructed Sandor as she gained her footing, The Hound was swift to follow her orders, while she lingered in the hall, staring with discreet satisfaction at the empty seat the Imp had failed to fill during the council. She would have a decisive victory in the Game Of Wits by the day's end.


"It has come to my attention that while I only employ a meagre three hundred and fifty servants in my personal household, the dwindling resources are not reflecting those numbers..." Cersei betrayed none of her annoyance in her expression as she stared across her desk at the head of her retainers. An elderly woman that had attended to her inconsequential matters since she had attained twenty three summers.

"...Do you have anything to impart before I discharged you from your duties..." She wasn't doing this to be cruel. The elderly woman before her could no longer keep pace with the tasks she was required to attend to. The multitude of lines in her face reflected long years of loyal service to the Royal household. Cersei would always appreciate fidelity in whatever manner it came, the woman before her had never once provided her enemies with any information regarding her behaviour and such. It was for that sole reason that in a handful of days, the disadvantaged family of her former head of household, whom the elderly woman lived with, would find a rather large purse sitting on their doorstep filled to bursting with silver coins. The money would keep them fed for two perhaps three years if spent effectively. No one need ever know where it came from.

"...What was that?" Cersei leaned forward in her high-backed chair as the elderly woman whispered quietly, too softly for the Queen Regent to catch the words.

"Your Grace should be aware of...of an i-i-inconsistency within your household" The Elderly woman was close to tears, the brightness of her aged green eyes said as much, but Cersei would not feel guilty for her actions. The woman could no longer work effectively, she would not have the health of her servants deteriorate in her service.

"Whatever do you speak of?" Cersei feigned ignorance, she had suspected as much, though she didn't know the true nature of said repugnance.

"The Lady Stark has come into the acquisition of a Handmaid though I received no informatory from Your Grace" Cersei's eyes flared with demonic light, fire burned through her veins at the notion that someone unknown to her had gotten so close to her lover without her knowledge. For the first time in thirty six years, she felt her cold exterior begin to melt away involuntarily. Claws of rage threatened to shred her disinterested mask apart.

"Who placed her in Lady Stark's service?" Cersei hissed demandingly.

"The King's Hand Your Grace, he advised me not to trouble you with this unimportant matter" True fear began to shine in the former servants eyes, Cersei pushed her chair out roughly, gaining her feet with a cold, disinterested look cast at the elderly woman.

"I'll just bet he did" Cersei muttered under her breath as she stalked towards the door.


"You disappeared early from my bed this morning" Cersei commented dryly. The warmth of the sun shinning down on the Queen Regent was severely lacking in comparison to the warmth she felt swirling inside her chest, coaxed into being for the young woman sat beside her. She could almost overlook the reason for her visit in favour of simply enjoying her lover's soothing presence and the playful laughter of her young children drifting towards her on the slight breeze.

"I awoke and could not find sleep again" Sansa glanced down at the ground as the lie slipped passed her full pink lips.

"Should I be insulted that you just attempted to lie to me?" Cersei's jaw clenched tightly. A soft regretful sigh from beside her drew her watchful gaze away from her children, playing merrily just metres away in the gardens.

"I had to be seen to awake in my own bed, else the Handmaid would've spoken to someone about my absence" Sansa whispered.

"I know. It was not my intention to sound so harsh..." Beneath the table they were sat at, Cersei's elegant hand sought out the palm of her lover. She tangled their fingers together tightly, savouring the brief connection and knowing she would soon have to relinquish it in favour of devising more effective defences for the City perimeter. Particularly the Mud Gate.

"...I will have to remove this servant, waking to find my arms empty is not something I intend to grow accustomed to once again..." She continued as she began tracing gentle circles her SheWolf's pulse point with the pad of her thumb, smirking as she felt it increase rapidly at the touch. The redhead's own wolf was laying on her stomach at Sansa's feet snoring gently. She deliberately left Tyrion's connection to the Handmaid unvoiced, Sansa was delicate flower, she would not willingly risk exposing her lover to the crueller elements of her life.

Out the corner of her jade coloured eye, Cersei caught Sansa nibbling on her lower lip, something the younger woman only did when preparing herself to request something. She would give her lover whatever she wanted with the concession that it did not endanger her safety and with the sole exception of the elder Stark girl's freedom.

"...You have formed a friendship with this girl haven't you?" It wasn't a question. She knew it to be perfectly logical for Sansa to seek out a friend, something she had never felt inclined to do. 'Friends are for the helpless' her father had once said. Her close bond with Robert had simply occurred while she was unmindful, though she'd embraced his companionship over time.

Regardless of Sansa's innocent motives, she could not deter the...jealousy...that spiked in her chest with surprising swiftness. It took her a moment to decipher what the boiling, irrational, hatred for this nameless girl churning away in her gut was, her oval shaped jaw clenched tightly in response. She didn't want another woman so close to her Sansa on such a regular basis. No one else besides herself, Tommen, Myrcella and The Hound had any business working their way into Sansa's affections and she would not stand for it. She didn't even draw into the equation that this faceless servant was the Imp's illusive lover, she would not be able to control her desire for violence if she took a moment to consider it.

"You are not always with me, the children often like to do things on their own, its lonely at times" Sansa murmured. Cersei sighed harshly, thoughts of strangling, torturing, burning and butchering this unknown woman fled from her mind, for the moment, she knew Sansa's reasoning to be true. She would postpone her far less than civil intentions...for the moment.

"Do not become too attached..." Cersei advised coolly, rising to her feet slowly. Before she could force herself to take a precautionary glance around her to gauge how close the many eyes in the gardens were to them, she leaned down to her lover. Inhaling Sansa's perfect natural scent as she drew close to the younger woman's flesh, the long fall of her silky blonde hair would hide the majority of her actions from any onlookers. No doubt they would think her whispering some cruel taunt into her lover's ear before her departure. The fools.

"...I suggest you rest this noon, for you will get none this night." She purred into Sansa's ear, she couldn't quite resist the urge to nibble on her lover's delicate lobe with her perfect teeth, she could feel her lover begin to shiver responsively against her. The sharp gasp that ripped itself free of the redhead's deliciously tasting lips painted images of her barely restrained desires in her mind's eye. It took a good deal of self control not to seek out her SheWolf's soft lips for a kiss filled with possessiveness, there, in the middle of the gardens with an abundance of servants, most of them spies, her youngest children and even The Hound in assembly. Such carelessness on her part could not be tolerated, yet.

"Cersei..." The Queen Regent lifted her her head, her wicked, signature, smirk filled with heated intent began playing at the corner of her sensual mouth. Her lover's eyes were filled with potent desire. Tonight she would remove any slight vexation of Sansa growing too connected to this handmaid from her mind.

"Find some regular, debasing, task for this Handmaid to occupy until high noon" The Queen Regent's quiet instruction was for The Hound's ears only as she confidently strode passed his impressive bulk and back into The Red Keep.


"May I speak Your Grace?"

"You may" Cersei responded easily. The Hound inclined his head respectfully before continuing thoughtfully, choosing his words with the utmost care lest his intent was mistaken.

"There is a lot of speculation as to whether or not Your Grace intends to take the Throne..." Sandor began, keeping his head lowered.

"...From the Kingsguard in particular" Cersei closed her eyes slowly. She knew it would soon become a prevailing rumour within the Keep, her decision to confine Joffrey away in his chambers as well as her increasingly active role matters of state voiced what she had not yet confirmed.

"It has long ceased to be a question of 'if', Sandor, it is a matter of 'when'..." Cersei murmured quietly. The blatantly treasonous words flowing from her full pink lips didn't inspire the slightest amount of horror in her that it would in others. she allowed her eyes to flutter open slowly. While she was sat at her desk in her chamber, a position she spent most of her time in recently, Sandor's imposing form was several metres away from her.

"...I need only choose the correct moment" The eve of War certainly did not seem to her as being the right instant, there was too much upset as it was. Unfurling the present regime, staggeringly weak as it was, at such a time would be foolish. Cersei titled her head when she saw a hint of a smile on The Hound's scarred face before it rapidly disappeared.

"But we are not here to discuss the pleasantries of subverting power..." Cersei leaned forward in her high-backed chair.

"...Has the Imp yet 'discovered' my cache of wildfire in the Pyromancer's guild?..." She smirked at The Hound's nod, her ruse would keep the Dwarf busy for the foreseeable, allowing to consolidate her power and solidify her plans. Her smirk diminished after she recalled the missive from the previous night, she had hoped it's discovery was all a nightmare, until she had found it open on her desk, where she'd left it before joining Sansa for sleep.

"...Stannis Baratheon has assassinated his brother, Renly's army has become one with his" Cersei breathed the worst possible outcome.

"...Each Lannister soldier is worth ten of theirs" The Hound rumbled with a blood thirsty gleam in his eye.

"Even if that were true, we would still be vastly outnumbered three-to-one..." Cersei forced a smirk.

"...Conscription will bolster the ranks somewhat, but they will be worthless in combat, easy targets for Baratheon swords"

"They will fight as we do, until you tell us otherwise Your Grace, or I will make them eternally regret their cowardice" Sandor swore with a wicked smirk, she could not help but share.

"You will lead the Vanguard..." Cersei informed him slowly. Her plan may be too late to take hold. But it was all she had. Her last chance to see the Baratheon's subjected to her will. She would not tell Sandor of her intent, she saw no reason to provide him with, what could potentially be, false hope. The disappointment and the consequences would be hers to shoulder alone if her strategy failed. That morning before attending the Small council she had dispatched a Mockingbird.


Cersei masterfully concealed her scowl of disappointment behind a mask of cold neutrality, despite what the regional maps set out in front of her displayed. Not only was she closely following the advances of Baratheon and Stark armies but she also marked the territories being searched for the young Arya Stark. Three search parties, and no results, save the certainty that young Arya was not in the South. She had debated for long moments as to whether she should risk sending them North.

Jade coloured eyes settled on the sealed letter sprawled out on her desk, the regional maps sheer vastness called for a more substantial surface to be observed clearly. Sighing harshly, she rounded the temporary, circular, table she was standing before, stalking across the wide chamber, she seized the unopened missive. She glared at the Greyjoy sigil proudly imposed on the front. She was the daughter of Tywin Lannister, her inherited ability to turn the tide of any dispute to her advantage was the cause of many individual's night-terrors. She should not feel any amount of edginess when it came to new information. She should welcome it, still the anxiety remained.

Breaking the wax seal, she slowly revealed Lord Balon Greyjoy's nearly illegible scrawl. Heart in her throat, she traced her sceptical eyes over the rough penmanship, one could clearly ascertain that the brief message had been conducted in a hurry. The reason was not her concern, Pike was not of any interest to her, House Greyjoy was not any relevance to her plans. So long as the young Stark boys were treated with the respect due their stations, she had ordered as much. She would not stand for her lover's young brothers being mistreated in any way, she knew how much Sansa cared for her family, and what the redhead cared for she would protect. Provided that they completely and promptly submit to her rule.

Cersei folded the parchment after reading Greyjoy's message, a small smirk curved the right corner of her mouth upwards. Winterfell had fallen to whatever force Lord Balon had sent to the North. Robb Stark would have no choice but to halt his advance towards King's Landing, possibly even return North to recapture his ancestral home. She stalked back to her desk, littered with numerous documents and the like, a single candle flickered upon the solidly built table slightly apart from any flammable materials. She raised the letter to the petite flame, carefully watching the missive catch light and steadily begin to disappear.

As the unique scent of smoldering paper filled her nostrils, she experienced a brief pang of something akin to guilt. What if Sansa were to discover this deception?. Cersei shook her head slowly, casting the thought aside. So long as the residents of Winterfell persisted in their daily lives and tasks then no harm would come to them, her orders had been clear on that matter, even a young child would've grasped her meaning. Besides her only intent was to gather enough time that she may convince Sansa to remain at the Capital, with her. It was what her Father had once called a prevarication, an insignificant lie that could not harm anyone, something her Lord Father had mostly delivered to his children.

"Sandor..." Cersei had barely uttered the last syllable of The Hound's name before he was at her side. She glanced away from the regional maps for a moment, taking in The Hound's dutiful expression.

"...Inform the search parties that I want them to extend their exploration for Arya Stark further North..." Cersei murmured.

"With pleasure Your Grace" An almost gleeful note in The Hound's tone snagged her attention, no matter how faint the emotion had been, she felt compelled to question it further.

"...Something I need to know Sandor?" Cersei arched a perfectly shaped eyebrow quizzically.

"I have it on good authority that the men have been 'detained' in the local brothels for quite some time Your Grace" Sandor reported with a shake of his head. Cersei's upper lip curled into a snarl of distaste, she had given those irrepressible and incompetent fools a task of the utmost importance and this was how they went about it?.

"I'm beginning to think that there are not enough eunuchs in the realm Sandor..." Cersei suddenly mused with a sinister smirk, The Hound's brisk and husky laugh prompted her to grin with wicked intent.

"...Deliver these orders..." The Queen Regent's malicious grin and The Hound's genuinely amused laugh faded away, leaving nothing but typical cold, hard purpose upon their expressions.

"...They are to bring me Arya Stark within the month, if they fail to do so, they will be joining The Master of Whisperers in his 'indisposition'." Cersei smirked. Such orders could possibly prompt the soldiers to flee from her employ, but no matter, it wouldn't take much to track them down to have her promise carried out.

"It will take eleven days at the very least for your instructions to reach them Your Grace, depending on the speed of the messenger" The Hound murmured thoughtfully.

"I am aware of that"


Cersei purred with temporary satiety and satisfaction as she pressed a single tender kiss to her lover's slender, pale collar bone, she had promised Sansa an exhaustive night and she was by no means finished. Her desires were difficult to quench at the best of times. But her appetite concerning her beautiful lover only seemed to grow with each passing moment and touch.

She turned onto her side next to her panting lover, bearing all her weight on her slender hip and bracing her head on the heel of her palm. Her long blonde mane secured tightly in a long braid. She smirked slowly as she stared into half-lidded pale eyes, the redhead's slim, high, cheekbones were stained red from exertion and her recent climax. Had she ever before witnessed such perfection?.

Her jade coloured eyes flickered up to the Lannister red canopy adorning the carved posts of her large bed. Gazing down at her was the proud and majestic sigil of her cunning House. Not for the first time, she wondered whether or not a wolf could truly find happiness with a Lion. Unbidden, she recalled the news of Winterfell's capture by her command. She intended to say nothing more on the matter, but nonetheless words found themselves perched on the tip of her tongue.

The feeling of soft lips pressing against her own pulled her free of her thoughts her words scattered in the wind. She enjoyed the sensation of kissing her lover, whether it was a tender embrace or heated possession, she savoured it more when the touch was initiated by her SheWolf. Tracing her skilled tongue along the seam of Sansa's mouth, she swiftly indulged herself in sampling the redhead's intoxicating taste the instant the younger woman parted her full lips. Twin moans of delight burst free of them both. Beneath the red silk sheets covering them up to their waists, their bare, entangled legs began sliding against one another's.

Arousal gathered in the pit of her stomach, prompting her to rise up onto her knees, nibbling gently on Sansa's full lower lip as she used her elegant hands to coax her SheWolf's perfectly toned legs apart. Their breathing grew heavy as their tongues began tangling in a sensual dance once again. Cersei began stroking the redhead's pale flesh as she felt the younger woman's slender arms encircle her neck tightly.

Breaking the sweet embrace reluctantly, Cersei rested her forehead against Sansa's gently, both breathing heavily. The Queen Regent felt something twist inside her chest as she stared down at her SheWolf, the gorgeous light blue-grey eyes staring back at her tied her to the moment, thoughts of the world outside her chamber slowly diminished into an inaccessible mist. The sensation within her grew much more intense when her lover's pale hands began to stroke the lithe length her naked back. She didn't often enjoy gentle touches, or physical connections in general, but she was thoroughly content to bask in Sansa's feather-light caress. She brushed her full lips against her SheWolf's tenderly, kissing the redhead languidly, intent to savour the sweet flavour of her lover's sensual lips while Sansa continued her slow touches. Cersei lifted her head abruptly, warmth potently seeped into her chest, so very different to the desire thrumming through her veins and yet emphasised by her lust in the same instant, a sensation she linked solely to Sansa. For the first time, she pondered if Sansa mirrored this emotion that she knew so very little about.

"...Sansa..." Dangerous words threatened to break free of her restraining hold, forbidden words that were entirely unsafe to utter simmered steadily preparing to overflow. The strong emotion fluttering in her chest made it hard to breath and yet she enjoyed the sensation, evened craved it. A harsh exhale was all she could quite manage as her lover tilted her head expectantly with a tender smile. Sansa's pale eyes gleamed urgently in the dim light with something she couldn't name.

"...Do not worry about sneaking from my bed on the morrow..." Cersei finally sighed after long moments of tense silence. She felt a small frown furrow her perfectly shaped brows as the brilliant glow in Sansa's beautifully coloured eyes dimmed slightly. Was the younger woman disappointed that she hadn't said the instinctive words she had felt readying to overstep their bounds?, or was her SheWolf upset that she would not be spending time with the unknown Handmaid in the morning?. Possessive anger was a dull roar in Cersei's ears, her eyes darkened dangerously, her previous, murderous, intentions flared to life once more.

"I never intend to slip from your embrace again..." Sansa whispered soothingly with a shy smile. Seeming to read the darkening expression on the Queen Regent's beautiful face as she would words off a page. Cersei shivered suddenly, feeling her lover began to stroke her back once more, the redhead's short nails caressed her sensitive flesh, having a profound effect on her body. She could not prevent her signature smirk from ghosting across her lips, Sansa's words made something inside of her soar wildly, dispelling the angry haze formerly attempting to catch light with the smallest of sparks.

"Do you honestly think I would let you?" Cersei purred. She didn't allow her lover the chance to answer her question, swiftly seeking out Sansa's succulent lips for a deep kiss, to which the redhead responded with a satisfied sigh. She had given her word to provide the younger woman with a sleepless night, filled with pleasure, and she would always do everything she could to keep the promises she made to her SheWolf.

AN: Okay so I got bad news and I got good news. Good news is that I've already planned out what happens next chapter, for the most part. Bad news is that it could take me up to three weeks to find some spare time to get it all written up which sucks for all of us. But keep your eyes peeled because I will be back...with my version of The Battle of Blackwater Bay ;D.