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โ Rebellion Era | Book!Cersei
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16+ years of RP experience
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She soothed her thumb over the back of his hand, emerald hues softening slightly.
โThen let us steal away for an afternoon. Lest any ladies try to steal you from me.โ
A gentle continuation of her teasing.
" i don't intend to whinge about that which i cannot help. " nonetheless , in he went towards her at the behest.
" i simply wish for more time away from idiotic lords and ogling ladies of court. "
โCareful.โ
She warned, her eyes narrowing and her tongue clicking in offense. Cersei was a frayed wire, anywhere you step could be the wrong one.
โYou have use, do not abuse it. I have very little patience for badly behaved dogs.โ
Demeaning, venomous, and a strong sense โ
" I imagine you partake in many the same acts as our Whore king Robert. Although I imagine yours are far more fun than his."
He teased, knowing he could lose his tongue for saying such a thing. But he doesn't care. He could probably beat half the Kingsguard in battle.
He's +
โTrue enough.โ She shrugged, it was hard to argue with that. But she gave him a smile and reached out to grasp his hand, pulling him nearer.
โTell me of your worries, I will listen, sweet brother.โ
โ to marry for their affections. A better station is always a better choice.โ
She hummed then, looking him over once. โBesides, there is plenty of attention as Queen. I do not need a doting husband.โ
โAnd all those poets end up starving and dead.โ
Cersei crossed her legs then, re-draping her long, crimson gown. And she leaned back in her chair, an elbow propped onto the arm, and her chin now resting in her hand.
โWhy should I marry for love? It has served women nothing โ
" Not for love? Not for anything those poets liked to prattle on about?"
He was definitely curious, her attitude. Where did it stem from? And could he ever fix it? He imagines Robert would give a council seat to the man who figured out her attitude.
She can try and find what
Cersei loved to put people on edge, loved to learn what made them tick. How she could use and manipulate to benefit her best.
And now, Elliot provided something. Currently? Work. Potentially? Entertainment.
So she provided in return, a simple shrug of her shoulders. โI marriedโ
His own deep umber gaze follows hers like an alley cat. Doing his best to pick up any sign that this was a dangerous situation.
Perhaps he didn't need a bone, she needed a bone. It might cure her if her foul mood. If only for a short while.
" Is that why you married that -
She regarded him with a steady emerald gaze, as if analyzing him before she answered.
Wondering, she thought, if he deserved a bone.
No.
โI like skill, calculation, precision. Savagery is hardly sexy.โ
A lie, Cersei.
" Would you admit then that you like the brutes that this realm houses?"
He teased as he truly had no inclination of what could be happening behind those eyes. He'd heard the stories, she's a schemer.
โYou have no idea what I think.โ
Which held a depth of honesty. For Elliot truly had no idea what could possibly be going on in her head.
For swirls of getting that snarky attitude out of him mused, in many different ways. And none she would easily admit to.
" There is never any shortage of violence needing doing in the realm You think Westeros is far more civilized than it truly is."
Much to her dismay, he will be seeing Robert more often. It seems the king has taken a liking to hearing stories of the Dornish Blades Travel.
Cersei is locked into writing a letter, her deft hands scratching away at parchment.
But her attention turns, catching ๐ง๐๐๐๐๐ง at the doorway. A twist of irritation etches onto her visage. โWhat is it?โ