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goldenhandthejustIt was true what they said of the Northern girls: they were as ugly as they were common. His trip to fetch Tyrion left a foul taste in Jaime's mouth, and not simply because the ale might as well have been cat's piss. Perhaps he'd spent too much time in the capitol and was growing soft, but the North did not interest him in the least. And to think that once good men had died over the rule of this place. Let the Starks have it. They belonged here.
The king was currently defiling a miller's daughter, he'd been told, as a warm-up for the feast. No doubt he would spend the night pinching the backsides of all the serving girls. It boiled his blood to see Robert embarrass his sister so, but still Jaime smiled as her expression curdled. The occasions on which she was embarrassed fed into late nights when she drew him into her bed, the Seven damn the consequences. When they fucked, it felt like justice.
He knocked on his sister's door out of courtesy, but did not wait for Cersei to give him leave to enter. She would be preparing, accompanied by some simpering handmaiden. "Your Grace," he said with a smirk. Still donned in his armor and white cloak, he looked every bit the noble knight, protecting his king and his honor. Nothing could be further from the truth. "I passed your request on to our brother. I'm sure he'll turn up if he can still find his way back to the castle."
His green eyes went to the serving girl fussing with his sister's hair. "I would have a word with my sister in private."
The girl hesitated before bowing her head ever so slightly. Though he was the Kingslayer, he was still a Lannister, still the queen's brother. No matter how much some reviled him, they had no choice but to show him deference. Jaime almost pitied the girl; those braids in Cersei's hair looked like they had taken time to weave. Just her bad luck that she'd have to do them again.
When the girl had gone, he sighed. "If we hurry, we might escape before the feast begins. The steward was only too happy to lecture me on all the secret passages so that I might better guard your husband. We could take one of those," he said, removing his gloves, "Or we could always try our luck jumping out the window. Preferable to an evening with the Starks."
The king was currently defiling a miller's daughter, he'd been told, as a warm-up for the feast. No doubt he would spend the night pinching the backsides of all the serving girls. It boiled his blood to see Robert embarrass his sister so, but still Jaime smiled as her expression curdled. The occasions on which she was embarrassed fed into late nights when she drew him into her bed, the Seven damn the consequences. When they fucked, it felt like justice.
He knocked on his sister's door out of courtesy, but did not wait for Cersei to give him leave to enter. She would be preparing, accompanied by some simpering handmaiden. "Your Grace," he said with a smirk. Still donned in his armor and white cloak, he looked every bit the noble knight, protecting his king and his honor. Nothing could be further from the truth. "I passed your request on to our brother. I'm sure he'll turn up if he can still find his way back to the castle."
His green eyes went to the serving girl fussing with his sister's hair. "I would have a word with my sister in private."
The girl hesitated before bowing her head ever so slightly. Though he was the Kingslayer, he was still a Lannister, still the queen's brother. No matter how much some reviled him, they had no choice but to show him deference. Jaime almost pitied the girl; those braids in Cersei's hair looked like they had taken time to weave. Just her bad luck that she'd have to do them again.
When the girl had gone, he sighed. "If we hurry, we might escape before the feast begins. The steward was only too happy to lecture me on all the secret passages so that I might better guard your husband. We could take one of those," he said, removing his gloves, "Or we could always try our luck jumping out the window. Preferable to an evening with the Starks."
