A Lannister View

Cersei

Cersei had watched the newly crowned King, with anticipation and trepidation, as he made his way into the Throne room to make the announcement her father had told her. Rhaegar had washed his long silver hair though let it fall loose and wore black robes with the red sigil of the dragon upon his chest as he walked towards her flanked by a single Kingsguard, the legendary Arthur Dayne. The announcement was of a ball meant to find the King a new wife and introduce him to most of the beauties of the realm so that he might remarry. Apparently, according to her father, both himself, Mace Tyrell, and Monford Velaryon had persuaded him to accept this form of choosing.

With the realm needing to be rebuilt they had only spoken a few times and each time she could witness the King's eyes graze over her body like lemon pie she had loved as a child. Now that she was standing in his way to the throne there was no way his eyes could not escape her once again. Cersei had made her handmaidens tailor her dress to show off a little more of her attractive form, showing her curves, skin and if Rhaegar got close enough, a clear look at her breasts, which were hidden behind red Myrish silk. Her hair had been curled and made to fall to past her shoulders and she wore an Emerald necklace to bring out the green in her eyes. Ever since she arrived at the capital she had also made sure to wear a sweet-scented perfume and place a small gold ring on her right hand to bring her luck.

As Rhaegar approached Cersei quickly moved to intercept him, breaking away from her handmaidens and ladies in waiting, as she smiled disarmingly at him, she noticed his surprise and curtseyed.

"My King, you look so handsome today. I hope you have been keeping well, so many of the smallfolk have been praising your name in the previous weeks. You truly have done the best many could ask for." She smiled moving slightly closer during the conversation. Noticing his indigo eyes attempting to remain on her emerald ones, but would make small little glances that an inexperienced woman wouldn't notice as she saw the King smile at her compliment of him and maybe even blush. Though it was hard to tell, Rhaegar was a little taller than she was and years at court had made his face hard to read.

"My lady is kind to say so, though without your father and other small council members things would not be in the state they are now. I am in their thanks." He smiled back looking down once again.

"My King is to kind, but please call me Cersei, I am to be here a while, while my father remains in the capital so will I and it would be so much easier if you called me by my name," she said with a sultry smile moving a little closer till she was within his embrace. He smelled oddly fresh and clean, with a sweetened scent, something she wouldn't mind smelling like. As she came out of her little daydream Rhaegar was continuing to smile.

"Then please also call me Rhaegar, I hope to have more conversations with you Cersei, perhaps not in the throne room but in other places around the castle, or on future endeavors. I plan to visit Dragonstone in the coming weeks to visit my family, even stopping at Driftmark. Lord Velaryon and his sister have asked that I see their home, something that I won't pass up." He smiled, chuckling.

Cersei smiled back, but hid her shock well, the Velaryons were already making their move with Rhaegar, with the new Lord of Driftmark attempting to get his little slut of a sister inside the Kings bed. Laena or Lana, something like that, no doubt Rhaegar was intrigued by the beautiful Velaryon lady, a fool wouldn't be. Rumour had it she and Rhaegar had once been playmates as children, though that was simply a rumour. She did, however, have an elegance of beauty to her that made Cersei jealous. Her hair was a mixture of silver and gold and her sea-green eyes that could melt a man's heart, she had beautiful cheekbones and jawline that raised her beauty substantially.

"Then you must take me with you. It would be so nice to meet your family and visit the ancient Valyrian castles, I've always been so interested in them." She said, a small white lie, hopefully, to entice Rhaegar further, and prevent that silver-haired slut from gaining the upper hand on her Rhaegar.

"It... It would be nice for you to come. I'll be sure to check it over with Lord Monford and Lord Tywin to make sure they are acceptable to you joining us." He smiled, as Cersei took his hand in hers rubbing it slowly, her thumb rubbing over the palm of his calloused warm hand. As he softly squeezed one of her hands softly rubbing his own thumb against her palm. Smiling, seemingly liking the affection.

"You won't be disappointed, I promise." She said with a seductive smile before turning away walking back to her handmaidens as they all looked away attempting to hide their smiles. As she turned she watched Rhaegar walk away, occasionally looking back at her as he gave his speech to the Lords and Ladies at court, his indigo eyes sometimes seeking her out rolling down her body, unable to hide his interest anymore. Something that actually made her excited, she knew later tonight, without Jamie she would have to pleasure herself thinking of her Silver King.

The loss of Jamie had been hard, devastating almost, she had wanted to kill Rhaegar instead of marrying him, though Tywin had explained to her that by becoming Queen she could easily revoke Jamie's oaths so he may return to Casterly Rock. A goal Cersei meant to follow through with. Once she had Rhaegar in her bed, all she had to do was stop taking moon tea and let his dragon seed lay inside her. By that time, of course, they would be married, though it would be a simple precaution. She thought to herself biting her bottom lip daydreaming of Rhaegar. Their wedding night, high in the feeling of **** and passion that they both so desperately wanted. With Rheagar commanding her to remove her dress, letting it fall to the floor at her feet, as he would lightly push her back on the royal bedchamber. His body following after hers, his hard body, muscled and scarred from conflict against her innocent, untouched skin. His beautiful dark indigo eyes following her pale naked curves down to her lower golden hair, moving close, starting by kissing down her neck slowly pushing her legs apart with his warm hands as he kissed his way down past her chest to along the inside of her thighs.

"Cersei look!" Her friend Jeyne Farman shook her from her pleasurable thought as she nodded over at where Rhaegar had stopped speaking and followed Jeyne's directions to see her Silver King talking to Lord Mace Tyrell chuckling as he gave Rhaegar a glass of wine from a passing servant as his two sisters were to Rhaegar's side the one Janna was stroking down Rhaegar's right arm while the other was stroking down his back. Both wore the colors of Highgarden green and gold, their hair nicely placed, strung with golden lace. Both had the same idea as Cersei as she could see they both wore enough to attempt to make Rheagar's eyes wander and both were looking at him with playful smiles as Cersei's jaw tightened.

'Did they mean to share him? Did they expect him to take them both as his wife, like Aegon the Conqueror took his two sister-wives to bed?' She pondered watching. 'Hm, I wonder if Janna would be willing to share him?' She knew Janna more than the other Tyrell sister. Janna was well known for getting what she wanted and her dominant personality, often being called the 'Rose of Highgarden" due to her remarkable beauty. Though still her sister was attractive yet did not share Janna's beauty. As she watched she called a servant girl who was walking past as she grabbed a cup of Arbour red and placed the cup to her lips taking a big sip before lowering it, letting out a little growl internally. The race was on, there were no rules now. Perhaps she would have let Laena, Janna, or her sister share him once a year if they had worked with her, but no. Rhaegar would be hers and hers alone.