'Wait…..' She whispered. 'Not here…..not in front of him.'

Jaime silenced her protest, kissing her passionately. 'Come now, Sister. Don't try and pretend getting fucked infront of your unconscious husband doesn't excite you.' His hand ventured between her thighs. 'You are drenched down here, my Queen.'

Cersei couldn't decide whether to slap him, or tear his tunic off. 'Let's at least do it off the bed. All this shaking will….*gasp*...' Jaime fingers slipped inside her, teasing her clitoris. Cersei reached for his arm, only for her brother to press his weight against her, pinning her to the bed.. 'You are gonna get us both killed….' Her mouth was assaulted once more, feeling the familiar taste of her brother's tongue.

'Your brave king is in a drunken stupor. Not even the reanimated corpse of Prince Rheagar could wake him now.' Jaime flipped Cersei on her stomach and tore her nightgown off. His mouth curled into a wicked grin, gazing at his sister's bare back.

Cersei bit her lip in excitement, clinging to the sheets beneath her. 'If only you used your brain as much as you do your cock, you'd realize just how idiotic this is.' Despite her objections, Cersei arched her back, displaying her voluptuous ass to him. Despite being past the point of resisting, Cersei refused to admit her submission. Jaime loved that about her. He loved the prideful bitch she was. And he loved the shapely ass he groped in his hands. Jaime slapped it hard, making his sister gasp and moan.

They both glanced over to the fat slumbering oaf beside them, he didn't move a muscle. The Usurper King slept without a care in the world, snoring like the overweight ox he was. Cersei looked back at Jaime, her face expressing such a womanly eagerness. Was that permission, finally? Jaime began unbuckling his trousers. It makes no difference, nothing could keep me from having my way with you now. He pressed his member against her vagina, feeling his dear sister quiver as he slipped deep inside.

'Oh Jaime…..' Cersei pressed her ass against his groin, allowing her brother's cock to push against her cervix. Jaime exhaled in pleasure, enraptured in the warmth of Cersei's insides. He pulled back before thrusting savagely inside her. Cersei moaned loudly, clutching the bedsheets in intense pleasure. 'You're too rough…'

'Quiet bitch, you know you love it.' Jaime cursed through gritted teeth. 'Go on, dear sister. Tell me you love it.'

Cersei pressed her lips together, her face flush with arousal. She glanced at her husband, still snoring like a bloated oaf. How could her Father have expected her to sire an offspring from such a man, she thought. What had she done to deserve such a cruel fate. No, I won't have it. I will not even humor the idea of having his twisted seed inside of me. Cersei looked back at Jaime. This is what a real man is, strong and beautiful.

'Tell me how you love your brother's fat cock deep inside you.'

Cersei's tongue lolled out of her mouth, moaning like a bitch in heat. 'I love it…..I love my brother's strong hard cock, stretching out my tight little pussy.'

'You are my whore, dear sister. The Queen of whores.'

'Mmmmmm yes…' Cersei rasped, out of breath. '...I am the Queen of Whores. A dirty slut who craves her brother's fat cock.'

'Take my seed bitch.'

'Mmmmmmm yes…wait what?' Jaime rammed his shaft deep inside her, pumping a load of hot semen inside her. Cersei collapsed on her stomach, croaking like a brothel wench, quivering as her womb was filled to the brim. 'J….J….Jaime…..what the hell did you…'

Jaime laid on top of her, panting, drenched in sweat. 'What's the matter…this is what you always wanted.'

'You idiot…we can't have this. It will be the death of us.'

'Who would know? Who would dare question the royal children's legitimacy? Only a suicidal fool. And Robert….' Jaime laughed. 'A meathead like him wouldn't suspect a thing.'

'Stupid Jaime….' Cersei said drowsily, no energy left in her to argue. '...people will know.'

Jaime cradled her head in his arms, kissing her affectionately on the forehead. 'No one will know, dear sister….no one will know.'

Cersei opened her eyes, finding the hugh of the morning sun lighting up her chamber. She sat up despite the acheness her body felt. Feeling wetness on her face, she wiped her cheek curiously. Was I crying in my sleep. She scoffed to herself. Crying over such far away memories, am I really so weak? Massaging her temples she thought, I must stop drinking every night. She heard soft snoring beside her and then remembered why she felt so tired.

Beside her lay the olive skin beauty, Taena Merryweather. She slept like a young princess, without a care in the world. Her silky smooth leg protruded out from the sheets, allowing Cersei to gaze at her lovely thigh and ass cheek. She then turned her attention to the woman's cleavage which was almost spilling out of the sheets. Taena's pose was so tantalizing, Cersei wondered if she was intentionally doing it just for her. Suddenly, the sleeping beauty yawned, opening her eyes to the sight of the naked Queen. 'What a lovely view to wake up to.' Taena smiled.

'I was about to say the same thing.' Cersei wore an impish grin. 'You're lucky to have already wed, otherwise I'd keep you as my precious bed slave.'

'That doesn't sound too bad to me. I wouldn't have to do anything but drink wine all day and get fucked all night.' Taena crawled to her mistress, her face inches from Cersei's. 'Fucked every night by the most beautiful and most lustful Queen to ever exist.' Her lips teasingly brushed against Cersei's.

'You keep at this, and I'll be ravaging your ass all day as well.'

Taena purred in delight. 'But if you did that, who would be running the Seven Kingdoms; Harys Swift, Aurane Waters, my husband?' She laughed at the mere idea. 'Those foolish men wouldn't know what to do without their Queen's guidance.'

Cersei stood from the bed, wrapping herself in her golden silk robe. 'I suppose you are correct. Someone must save the realm from the Tyrell's debauchery.' Cersei suddenly feigned surprise from her own words. 'Oops, pardon my words dear. I know Margaery is a friend of yours.'

'Nonsense, your grace. What Margery has done is an insult to the royal family and the citizens of Westeros. After welcoming her to your family and making her Queen no less. Your anger towards them is just, your grace.'

Cersei smiled tenderly at her. 'Not just beautiful but wise as well.' She gazed at the black haired seductress who lounged on the bed, the morning sun radiating on her naked body. 'I must thank you for speaking to Alla. If it wasn't for her confession, things might be different.'

'Alla is a sweet girl. She's young, as well as frightened being so far from home. Due to that she has come to rely on me, like a child would their mother. And a mother can always tell when their child is hiding something.'

'And thanks to those maternal instincts, we were able to stop Margery from making a horrible mistake.'

"So what is going to happen to her? Will you finally rid the Tyrells from King's Landing?"

'The notion had crossed my mind.' Cersei enjoyed her new bed mate, but that did not mean she trusted her entirely. Taena will do whatever is best for Taena, Cersei could trust in that. 'Perhaps I will wait until that old crone, Ollena, offers me something of value.'

'Mmmm, I look forward to seeing the outcome of your clever scheming.'

Cersei strided closer to the black haired beauty who sat up right of the bed. She placed both palms against Taena's cheeks, bringing her face inches to her own. 'My dear, once I'm done, I will have a piece saved just for you.'

Taena grinned, devilishly. 'I look forward to devouring it.'

Ever since Tywin Lannister's death, the small council has been unrecognizable. Cersei made a lot of changes since she took charge. Everyone on the small council took their seats, everyone but Grand Maester Pycelle who ambled around the table while the rest watched with impatience. Nothing was heard in the council but the low groan of Pycelle taking his seat.

'What word is there about my brother?'

'W..which one, your grace?' Orton asked.

'Let's start with kinslaying imp.' Cersei seethed with little patience. The room was completely quiet. The Queen looked around unimpressed. 'There are not that many dwarfs in Westeros. You're telling me no one has heard anything?'

'I'm afraid not, your grace.' Piped in Qyburn. 'We have had many sellswords come claiming to have captured or killed your brother. But all the prisoners and corpses they've provided were neither Tyrion nor Varys.'

'Those two are too distinguishable to be marching around Westeros. They must be still in the Red Keep. God knows there are plenty of secret passages in this castle.' Cersei said.

'What about that Handmaiden we have in the black cells? Surely she must know…' Orton was then interrupted by the feigning coughs of Qyburn. The council then stared uncomfortably at Cersei, who stared back at them with a furious scowl.

Whatever hope Cersei had in finding out the other accomplices of her son's murder, died the evening she came down to the black cells to hear of the progress Ratwell had made regarding Mel's confession. Only to find the contemptuous goaler in a ruinous state. 'What do you mean, where is she"?' Ratwell raved, tears streaming down his cheeks. 'You took her. You sent the undergaoler Rugen to take her away from me. You said I could have her forever, and you took her anyways.'

'What hell are you talking about? I didn't send anyone.'

'LIAR.' Ratwell screamed.

'Where is this Rugen, now?'

'Gone, GONE…..he usually works on the third level, but no one has seen him in days.'

Staring back at the Small Council, Cersei fumed. Damn that Ratwell. I should have known better than to trust that filthy rodent. 'She's gone. One of the Gaoler's was able to smuggle her out of the Red Keep.'

'It's quite peculiar how so many are able to come and go from the Red Keep without any of us knowing.' Aurane Waters, mused.

'All the more reason to believe they are still here, hiding within these walls.'

'Your Grace, the Kingsguard have searched every inch of this castle. Even Ser Jaime himself has hunted through every secret passage we know of. If they were here…..'

'I don't care how many times they have searched this castle, they are obviously not looking in the right places.' Cersei shouted. 'If anyone could hide this long without being seen, those two could.'

'We shall send another search party, your grace.' Orton reassured. 'Perhaps we will come upon some new passages.' The rest of the council sat in an uncomfortable silence. 'Shall we now talk about what's happening in Oldtown? Lord Leyton Hightower has asked for aid regarding the Ironborn's raids. It is only a matter of time before Oldtown is attacked.'

'I'm afraid that is just not possible.' Cersei said. 'Our army is stretched thin as it is, with the siege of Riverrun, Storm's End, and the recently taken Dragonstone.'

'May the God's grant Loras Tyrell a fast recovery.' Orton Merryweather exclaimed.

What a foolish man he is. Cersei thought. To think, Taena having to make love to this pasty faced oaf. He should count himself lucky that his wife is so…..useful. Otherwise I would never have even considered raising him to a position on the Small Council, nevermind Hand of the King. 'Yes of course, may our brave knight come back to us in healthy order. Anyways we best discuss our more immediate problem, our young Queen, Margaery Tyrell'

'Debauchery is a serious crime, especially one against the Royal family.' Pycelle supported.

'The evidence is quite compelling, we should consider this carefully before making this public.' Cautioned, Qyburn.

'Public…' Aurane Waters laughed. '...half the castle has already witnessed Queen Margaery naked, spoiled, and covered in…'

'Thank you Lord Aurane, no need to go into such graphic detail.' Cersei interrupted.

'We should annul the Marriage immediately. It should not be hard to convince the Great Sept, King Tommen and Queen Margaery never consummated their joining.' Contested Harys Swyft.

'That foul event in the garden does not prove Margaery's adultery.' The Hand, Orton Merryweather piped up. 'All evidence points to rape in that circumstance, despite us never catching the perpetrators. And let me remind the council that the Tyrells hold considerable numbers in our army. Without them, the Battle of the Blackwater could have ended very differently. And Stannis is still out there, raising another army in the North.'

'Lord Merryweather makes valid arguments.' For a Tyrell loyalist. Cersei thought. 'Unfortunately, we do have compelling evidence against Margaery. Her own cousin Alla Tyrell has come forward confessing to have witnessed Margaery, Megga, and Elinor committing sexual acts with several men. And I have also been informed that Osney Kettleblack has gone to the High Septon, confessing to of had sexual relations with all three of them.'

'This is an embarrassing circumstance the Tyrells have put us in. I can't see how our alliance with them can survive after this.' Qyburn said.

'It will, as long as the Tyrells agree to our terms.' Cersei said.

Pycelle groaned. 'Your Grace? I can't see how…..'

'I have already spoken to Lady Ollena. Queen Margaery will remain married to my son, as long as she seeks penance for her actions. The rest of her entourage however, must return to Highgarden where they can't astray our young Queen from the path of virtue again.'

Every council member glanced at one another, cautiously observing if anyone would dare oppose this plan. Cersei, however, had no doubts. No one said a word.

The Tyrells chariot was pulled through the filthy streets of Flea Bottom. Many stood by and watched, some cursing at them while most gave them their good graces. Despite the recent debaucheries surrounding the Queen and their family, many still had a high opinion of the Tyrells. At Least compared to the Lannisters, they are seen as the lesser of two evils. Since the Lannisters took control, they have showcased such cruelty, none could say where the Lions could lash out next. On the other hand, the Tyrells have displayed their generosity for all to see. Margaery herself has gone to the most filthy parts of Flea Bottom with open hands, feeding the hungry, and listening to the peasants' gripes. So when the rumors were heard about her infidelity, many took it upon themselves to defend her.

'Be sure to wave to them. Their Queen must look brave in such a trying time.' Margaery did as she was asked, smiling and waving to the gawking peasants. 'Considering the position you put us in, things could've been way worse. Remember that.'

'Yes, Grandmother.' Margaery said solemnly. 'I…I cannot put into words how sorry I am.'

'Yes yes, I'm sorry, you're sorry, we are all very sorry.' Margaery bowed her head, accepting whatever scolding Lady Olena intended to unleash on her. 'I would lash your ass red if you were not Queen. Ask these two simpletons, they can hardly sit properly.' Olena gestured to Megga and Elinor sitting solemnly beside Margaery.

'It…it was a kindness compared to what we deserve.' Elinor muttered, worming in her seat.

'Ye…yes, a kindness. We see now how our….debaucherous activities have caused such trouble.' Megga recited. 'If I could, I'd take back all the men I had…..'

'Please do shut up, girl.' Olena said, coldly. 'I have no desire to hear anymore of your gagging exploits.' The three young girls shamefully turned beet red. 'What's done is done. No point looking back, we can only move forward and put things right. For whatever vile reason, the Queen regent is allowing you to atone for your error. We will have to unravel that mystery in due time. But until then, we are dancing to her tune, so be on guard.'

'Yes, Lady Olena.' The three said in unison.

The Royal carriage stopped and the door swung open revealing Meryn Trant ready to escort them. 'You will still be here when we get out, won't you?' Margaery asked, timidly.

'I'll still be here, my dear. You didn't believe I would simply throw you to the wolves and high tail it back to Highgarden, did you?' Margaery smiled with relief. 'I intend to give Cersei a well deserved parting gift before I leave.'

One by one, Margaery, Elinor, and Megga stepped out of the carriage. Each taking a knight by the arm, they were escorted up the stairs to the Great Sept. Reaching the large doors, they are halted by several sparrows, holding pikes and axes.

'What's the meaning of this?' Ordered Ser Meryn Trant.

'No knights are allowed inside the Great Sept. High Septon's orders.'

'Well here is an order from your Queen. Let us pass.' Demanded Margaery, sternly.

'Her grace and Ladies may pass. But we will not allow armed men into the Great Sept.'

'I am a Kingsguard, you scrawny welp. You may have your orders, but I am sworn to keep the Queen from harm. If you do not let us pass…..' Meryn Trant stepped forward, pulling his sword inches out of its sheath, revealing glimmering steel.

'No, there will be no bloodshed.' Margaery ordered. 'We are here to atone for our sins. And that, we intend to do, no matter what.' She came forward, placing a hand on the Kingsguard's shoulder. 'Put away your steel, Ser Meryn. My cousins and I shall go in alone.'

'Your Grace, I do not trust…..'

'Your Queen has given you an order. You and the rest shall wait out here for our return. I must set things right, no matter what.' She said walking through the Great Septs doors. Following Margaery's lead, Elinor and Megga passed through the armed sparrows without incident. The knights stood there stunned with appealing looks on their faces.

Inside, the three girls are escorted to the High Sparrows sanctum. It is there that they found him on his knees, washing the floor with a small brush. After realizing their presence, he calmly walks over to a basin and washes his hands.

'Apologies, your Grace. I did not know when you would arrive. But I am sure you would not condemn a man of god for living his humbling life the way our faithful seven intended.'

Margaery is taken off guard by the man's simple garb and humble speech. 'Oh….of course not. I have the utmost respect for those most devoted to the seven.' She said, bowing elegantly. The high sparrow stood there without expression. No more amused as when they first walked in. 'But I am afraid I have not been as devoted as I would have wished. Which is why my cousins and I have come.'

'I have heard much of your sinful acts. Debauchery is a serious crime against God. Every one of you has given away your maiden heads.'

'Not all of us, your High Holiness.' Elinor chimed in. 'Her Grace did not give willingly. She was taken by…..' Margaery hushed her before she made things worse.

'Whether she was taken by force or not, makes no difference. If silly girls would stop doing silly things and listen to their elders, these situations could be avoided. If, her Grace had not run off by herself, none of this would have happened. However you look at it, she is solely to blame.'

Margaery bowed her head in submissance. 'His High Holiness is correct. I take full responsibility.' Megga and Elinor couldn't believe Margaery was letting this man talk about her like this. Despite their clenched fists and fuming scowls, they held their tongue.

'And you two, what justification do you have for your own actions?'

They were taken by surprise how quickly the topic conversation had swung to their own deeds. 'None, your High Holiness.' Elinor said, bowing her head.

Megga mimicked her friend. 'We have no justification, your High holiness. It was foolish of us to give our maiden heads to just any man.'

'Indeed, it was. I believe one of you is betrothed as well.' The High Sparrow said in repulse. Elinor blushed, shamefully 'How abhorrent.' The man suddenly changed his stance and tone. 'But, what's done is done. You're here now. And the good news is you can be saved.'

The room finally took on a lighter tone. Margaery smiled. 'Thank you, your High Holiness. You don't know how happy that makes us. We are ready to do whatever is necessary.'

The High Sparrow finally held a warming smile on his face. 'I am glad to hear it. It is not too often that souls are willing to accept such penance.'

'Penance?' Margery's voice took on a worried tone.

'Indeed, such crimes require strong remedy's. Don't worry, a few days within our cell of repentance will clean you of your sins.'

'A few days?' Rasped, Elinor.

'I understand you want to go back home as soon as possible. That is why there is no better time to begin than now.'

'Your High Holiness….' Margaery began to protest.

'First, we will need you to remove your garments, you will be wearing something more….humbling.'

There was an awkward silence. None of the girls were quite sure what he was asking of them. 'You mean…..right here….right now? In front of all of you?'

The Septon laughed. 'We are men of the faith, my dear. You have no need to protect yourself from us.'

Margaery looked around the room, finding the men wearing wicked grins upon their faces. 'W….we don't feel comfortable doing that.'

The High sparrow sighed. 'If you can't handle this, you are really not gonna like it when the real trial of absolution begins.'

'What are you gonna do to us?' Megga demanded.

'Silly girls, there is no need to be afraid. You're in God's house. Everything that happens under this roof is the will of the seven.'

'I…I think we should leave.' Margaery said.

'Nonsense, we can't in good faith allow that. You came to us seeking absolvement. And absolvement, you shall receive.' The septon said, gesturing to his men.

The Tyrell girls were then swarmed by robed sparrows, each taking hold of their arms. 'What the hell do you think you're doing? I am the Queen, you will let us go this instant.'

'I see now that they are not as repentant as they claimed.' The High Sparrow said, ignoring their demands. 'Put them in a cell, we will strip them of their vain arrogance in time.'