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THE THRONE OF SWAPPED DESIRE : CHAPTER 2

Your Grace, please," Catelyn whispered urgently, her grip on my wrists firming as she forced a tight, rehearsed smile for the benefit of the staring lords below. She leaned closer, her voice lowered to a frantic murmur. "The journey from King's Landing has been long and grueling. The Northern cold can be... deeply unsettling to those unaccustomed to it. Sit, I beg of you. Let us take a moment."

I just stood there, completely lost in my mind cupping those breasts. I looked at the woman beside me, totally confused and then I glanced around the room at all the people staring at me. I didn't even know who I was supposed to be—the Tv series had shown so many different chicks at once.

Suddenly, I felt a pull on my hand. The lady beside me forced a fake smile for the crowd and tugged me back down. My knees gave out and I plonked back into the chair, finally letting go of “my” breasts. I just stared down at my new, dainty fingers and all the weird rings on them.

Catelyn quickly shifted her body to block the view of the nearby tables, leaning in with intense, quiet concern. "What is wrong, Your Grace? Are you in pain? Is it the food?"

I looked at her, knowing I had to say something. "I am..."

Woah. My voice was so high-pitched. The sound of it shocked me so much I stopped speaking right then and there.

"You are what, Your Grace?" she asked, leaning in closer. "Should I call your handmaiden, or perhaps a Maester?"

That snapped my attention back. I didn't even know what the fuck a "Maester" meant, but I knew I didn't want to talk to anyone who might clock me. The only real option I had was to try and play along.

"Uh... no, no... I'm fine," I said, forcing a smile.

It felt so fake and completely wrong. Man, what did that old raven dude put me into? And wait a second... where the fuck was Aryan? I think to myself looking around the crowd he could be anyone from these people.

Catelyn was still unsure, staring at me like she didn't quite buy it, but suddenly we were interrupted by a young girl.

"Mother? Is Her Grace quite well?"

I blinked, my gaze shifting to the young girl who had just stepped up. She had long, reddish-auburn hair pulled back in a half-up style, with thick strands falling over her shoulders, and was wearing a heavy, dark gray northern dress with a weirdly high, ruffled cream collar.

Wait... I actually recognized her face from the split-second flashes on the TV screen back in the dorm. Seeing her standing right there made my stomach drop all over again—this whole thing was getting way too real.

Catelyn turned slightly, offering a reassuring nod to her daughter. "She is merely weary from the road, Sansa. Go back to your seat, darling."

Oh, so that's her daughter, I thought, trying to piece things together.

Before turning around, Sansa dipped down into a neat little curtsy. "Goodnight, Your Grace," she murmured politely.

Seeing a random girl bow to me like I was royalty felt completely bizarre. It made my head spin even more, making me wonder whose body I was actually in to get this kind of treatment.

Once Sansa walked away, Catelyn leaned back in to keep talking. "She has dreamt of nothing else since the raven arrived, Your Grace. The union of your Joffrey and my Sansa will bind our houses beautifully. I am certain she will make a lovely bride for your son."

"My son?!" I blurted out.

Catelyn blinked, looking totally confused again. "Yes, Your Grace. Your son, Prince Joffrey. Is... something wrong? You seem deeply distracted tonight."

Oh, right. Of course this body has a son, I realized, my brain trying to connect the dots. If I'm a grown woman here, of course I've got kids. Duh.

I looked past her toward the big wooden exit doors at the far end of the hall. This dress is getting way too tight, I thought, my ribs aching under the corset. I need to get out of here and find Aryan.

Catelyn opened her mouth, clearly about to start up another topic, but I was just so done with how talkative this woman was.

"Excuse me," I said, cutting her off completely.

I stood straight up from the table and didn't even wait for her reaction.I hitched up the heavy gold-and-olive skirt and began making my way through the crowded dining hall toward the exit.

Finally, I reached the huge dining hall doors and pushed against them, instantly realizing how weak this body was compared to my own. Before I could struggle too much, a knight in full armor stepped in and opened the heavy door for me.

"Here, your Grace," he said while bowing to me.

Why the hell are people bowing to me, I'm not even the fucking king, I just ignored him and walked straight out.

As soon as I stepped past, the massive wooden door shut behind me. I walked straight outside, completely mesmerized. I was really, actually in the show. The view outside was beautiful—the black walls of Winterfell were entirely covered in snow, glittering faintly under the moonlight.

"Woah..... this is unbelievable," I whispered to myself.

Suddenly, the door behind me creaked open. The sound caught me completely off guard, and I whipped around on instinct.

Standing there was a white dude, smirking at me with a charming smile and short, golden hair.

Wait a second... My brain scrambled to remember the details from the Tv series. I couldn't place his name , but I recognized that smug on his face. According to what Aryan had told me, wasn't this guy supposed to be the egoistic brother of that main golden-haired chick?

"Tired of the Starks already?" the golden-haired guy asked, his tone dripping with easy amusement. He strolled out into the cold, completely unfazed by the snow, keeping that casual smirk on his face. "I can't say I blame you. The North doesn't exactly roll out the red carpet with much warmth."

I just stared at him, my heart hammering against that suffocating corset. Great. Another person I'm supposed to know. I had to say something before he figured out I was totally clueless.

"Yeah," I mumbled, "Just needed some air."

His smirk widened a bit, and he started walking closer. But he wasn’t just walking—his eyes dropped down, scanning me from head to toe in a way that made my skin instantly crawl.

He stopped just a foot away, leaning in close enough that I could feel his breath in the cold air.

"What's really going on, Cersei? You looked like you were about to execute Lady Catelyn right there at the high table."

I took a sharp step back, trying to get some breathing room. "Nothing's going on," I said, my voice tight. "I'm just tired."

He just chuckled, a low, smooth sound, and stepped right back into my space. Reaching out, his fingers brushed a stray lock of hair away from my face, his thumb lingering just a little too close to my cheek.

What the fuck is he doing!? I think to myself

"You're always making excuses," he murmured, his voice dropping into a teasing, intimate whisper. "But now that we're finally away from the crowd, I thought you'd be happier to see me. Since when does the Queen play hard to get with her own brother?"

"Queen?" I muttered, completely thrown off. "Where?"

I actually turned my head, looking behind me into the snowy, empty courtyard, genuinely confused.

The guy chuckled, but his smirk faded into a frown as he grabbed my shoulder to pull my attention back to him. "You are the Queen, Cersei. What is wrong with you tonight? Have you had too much wine?"

You are the Queen. Cersei.

The pieces suddenly slammed together in my head, and my heart violently dropped. Cersei. That blonde woman from the first episode. The cunning one who gave off that heavy negative energy, acting like a textbook rude queen. I was her. This body belonged to her, I was stuck inside her, and... oh my god.

A sudden flash of memory hit me from the dorm room—watching the guy in front of me interact with his sister on the screen while Aryan chuckled beside me.

"Why do you keep doing that? Do they have some weird history, dude?" I had asked.

Aryan had just waved his hand, teasing that it was way worse than I thought.

Way worse. This was what he meant.

"C'mon, Cersei," Jaime murmured, his voice dropping low as he brushed off my weird reaction. "There's no one out here."

Before I could even process the horror, he stepped in tight. His hand clamped firmly around the back of my neck, pulling me forward as he tilted his face down. His lips smashed right against mine.

What the actual fuck!

Panic exploded in my chest. I slammed my hands against his chest and pushed with every ounce of strength this weak body had, breaking the kiss and stumbling backward into the snow.

"What the fuck?!" I yelled, wiping my mouth with the back of my sleeve. "Don't touch me!"

He stared at me, completely stunned and confused "Cersei?"

"Are you serious right now?" I snapped, backing up until my spine hit the cold stone wall. I stared at him, my skin crawling so badly I wanted to tear it off.

"That is your sister. You sick fuck!!”

Jaime looked at me, completely baffled. "What are you talking about, Cersei? Are you alr—"

"No! I'm done with this," I muttered under my breath, my voice shaking with pure disgust. I stepped away from him, rubbing my temples and looking up at the dark sky. "I am so done. Old man, three-eyed bird, whatever the fuck you are... get me out of here. I can't fix your universe."

Hearing me, Jamie looked very confused like he realized something,.

"Zack?!"

I froze. The smooth, arrogant accent was completely gone, replaced by a panicked, breathless tone.

I slowly looked back at him. "What did you just call me?"

Jaime stared at me, his eyes wide with absolute horror.

"Zack! Oh my god, it's you!" he whispered loudly, stepping back. "Dude, I was just trying to play along! I thought you were the actual Cersei Lannister!"

My brain completely short-circuited. The golden-haired guy standing in front of me wasn't Jaime Lannister. Instead it was Aryan. Trapped in a different body, just like me.

"Aryan?!" I blurted out, completely caught off guard. "That's you?!"

Before he could even answer, a massive wave of pure relief washed over me. The terrifying weight of being trapped alone in this fucking universe went away. Without thinking, I threw my arms around him and hugged him tightly, just glad to have my roommate back.

Aryan froze up completely, his face turning bright red in the moonlight as he felt my breasts pressed firmly against his chest.

"Dude..." he whispered, stuttering with pure nervousness "You're... How are you a woman? Not that I'm complaining...but, Wow."

I instantly pulled back from the hug, feeling incredibly embarrassed. My face burned bright red as I shuffled a few steps away, keeping my distance and clearing my throat nervously.

"I don't know, dude," I said, looking down at myself and sighing. "Whatever that old fuck did to me, I ended up with these knockers." I say as I show him the breasts i have on my chest now

Aryan eyes widened as he stared at those amazing breasts.

"Woah............that's weird but...uh..." he smirked, his voice dropping into a joke.

"Can I... you know... squeeze them?"

"Eww, hell no bro, that's gay!" I tell him, instantly dropping my hands and crossing my arms tightly over my chest, covering myself in pure embarrassment. My face was burning hot. "Get away from me!"

Aryan burst out laughing, waving his hands defensively. "Relax, dude! I'm just joking!"

He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked away into the snowy courtyard. But there was a tiny, split-second hesitation in his grin before he looked back—leaving a lingering, subtle thought in the air: or was he actually joking?

"Shut up," I replied, thoroughly annoyed, trying to adjust to the weird, heavy restriction of the gown. "It's not fair. I get stuck in a fucking babe's body, and you get to be this massively muscular knight guy? What kind of bullshit logic is that to fix the universe?"

I glared at him, the memory of what had happened just two minutes ago hitting me all over again.

"And why the fuck did you kiss me, dude?!" I snapped, my voice dripping with disgust. "I know, I know—you didn't know it was me inside her body. But even if I was the actual character... isn't this body that guy's sister?! You're literally in Jaime's body right now!"

"I was just trying to follow the script!" Aryan hissed, rubbing his temples as his heavy metal armor clanked softly in the cold night air. "I told you, I panicked when I woke up in this body. Everyone was calling me 'Ser Jaime,' and I didn't know it was you! I was just trying to get in character before the actual main event occurs."

"Main event? What are you even talking about?" I say totally confused cause Aryan knows how the story goes as he has finished the show but I'm clueless.

Aryan swallowed hard, his eyes shifting nervously away from me as he looked toward the dark stone towers of the castle. A sudden, tense look came over his face.

He knew exactly what the original episode entailed. He knew that the intruder had stopped Jaime and Cersei from slipping away to have full-on, intense incestuous sex in that abandoned tower, which completely derailed the timeline. But looking at me—his gym-bro college roommate now trapped in the body of a stunning, drop-dead gorgeous Cersei, he knew damn well that if he told me the truth, I would absolutely lose my mind, throw a fit, and refuse to do it. No way in hell was Zack going to let himself get bent over a desk by his bro.

So, Aryan quickly scrambled to invent a flat-out lie, deliberately keeping me entirely in the dark about what he was actually planning.

"Look," Aryan lied smoothly, clearing his throat and trying to sound purely tactical. "You remember how the three eyed Raven- the old guy, told us about the scene with Jamie and Cersei got changed, Because of the intruder, the story is glitched. Tomorrow morning, we just need to sneak away and meet up at the old, abandoned tower at the edge of the castle to... uh... secretly discuss our family's political alliance. That's the scene. We just have to be in that room talking, the kid will climb up, and the first episode gets fixed. It's that simple."

"Seriously? Just a secret meeting to discuss politics?" I asked, raising an eyebrow, completely oblivious to the massive trap he was setting for me. I sighed in relief, adjusting to the weird, heavy restriction of the gown. "Okay, fine. If all we have to do is stand in a room and talk tomorrow morning to get out of this fucking body, I can handle that."

"Exactly," Aryan said quickly, waving his hands defensively while a nervous sweat broke out on his forehead. "Just a totally normal conversation. Don't worry about a thing, dude."

"Okay, but what the hell do we do right now?" I asked, looking back toward the main hall with a growing sense of dread. "It's night, the Starks and the royal family are still in there having dinner, and I really don't wanna go back inside. If I have to play along with them, I'll definitely mess up and ruin the whole thing."

Before Aryan could answer, the heavy wooden doors of the keep creaked open. The warm glow of torchlight spilled into the courtyard as a handmaiden hurried out into the cold, her eyes scanning for someone until they landed on us.

Aryan immediately poked me hard in the ribs, leaning in close. "Be normal!" he hissed under his breath. "Get in character okay?"

The handmaiden approached, bowing her head deeply. "Your Grace," she said softly, her voice filled with genuine concern. "Lady Catelyn sent me to look for you. She is deeply worried about you leaving the feast so suddenly. She wishes to know if you require a Maester to attend to your chambers?"

I groaned internally, the restriction of the bone-tight corset making my annoyance even worse. A Maester? What the fuck is a Maester? A medieval doctor? I opened my mouth, completely ready to snap at the woman and ask what the hell she was talking about, but Aryan forcefully stepped between us.

"The Queen is simply exhausted from the long journey from King's Landing," Aryan interrupted, his deep knight's voice dropping into a perfectly calm, commanding tone that actually sounded like Jaime Lannister. He looked down at me, playing the part flawlessly as a cover-up. "Take Her Grace to her chambers for the night. She is feeling very sleepy, which is why she left the feast early."

I stared at him, my jaw nearly dropping in utter shock at how easily he just sold me out to this random servant.

Aryan turned back to me, stepping closer under the pretense of escorting me. He leaned down, his face right next to my ear as he whispered frantically, "Play along, dude! It's just for one night. Go back to the room, get some royal treatment, eat some fancy food, and just sleep. I'll see you tomorrow morning."

He gave me a subtle nod, gesturing toward the handmaiden who was waiting respectfully. I glared at him one last time, completely helpless in this stupid gown, before turning around to follow the maiden back into the castle.

TO BE CONTINUED IN NEXT CHAPTER (3)

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