“Tears aren’t a woman’s only weapon. The best one’s between your legs.”
-George R. R. Martin And he comes, like my little pet, when she calls out into the Meadow. She kind of liked this. She felt like she was someone important (when, well, she wasn't). She smirks a devious smirk as he slides to a halt, still some distance from her. What? Do I have some disease? Her blue eyes observe him. From tip to hooves, and she exhales loudly. She does this just to make him feel uneasy. But why? Because this is Cersei. Since she was born she has always been a cruel creature. Cruel places breed cruel peoples.
He finally speaks. She sighs and looks off into the distance, as if bored. “Oh my god, it has a voice.” She says with a honey sweet voice. A honey sweet voice being poured over a sharpened blade. “Darling, I'm not one of those women. You just thought I wanted to have some fun and slip out the next morning? Not with your bastard growing in my belly.” I am far, far worse than that. She turns to look at him. Her white face, those blue, blue eyes. She looks almost an angel.
When he extends out his muzzle to hers, she does the same. Only to please him and make him stop his whining. Then, just as quickly as her kindness showed, it was replaced with the trigger that was her harsh mouth. “I am yours and you are mine from now on.” She steps forward, lifting her head to whisper in his ear. “It's a boy. I give you your heir.” The gods granted me one daughter. A sickly daughter who hates me. They took my two other boys. But this one ... this one will be a King. “Greatness must be tended to like flowers. I will be loyal, I promise.” Until our son is strong ... and I will release into the world.
Cersei
15.3 hh / 7 years / Palomino Roan Sabino / Crossbreed (Mutt) / the Prairie
Pregnant with Theon (xGnome)
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