Guard in silent

As the last hour past of your shift duty, you heard a knight loud stomping from the stairs leading to the kings living quarter. The sound comes from the knight loud stagnant metal boots. Before he arrives you thought of Cersei heavenly body, flinging her onto her son's s bed, insatiably taking her essence with yours.

The kingslayer took your position while he nod to you. You past by with a head shake back noticing his new golden hand. A thing of beauty really, you thought. You hesitate outside the door for a few moments. The eagerness of learning additional information about of these two lion twins, made you stood still.

After fifteen minutes of endless supply of chit chat conversation, you heard the meat of their dialogue. They fought about Joffery ****, what to do about their imprison imp brother. Then to your utter surprised. Jamie asking her to undress for him.

The rumors of the Lannisters **** fully bare to you. Cersei disputing her brother advances for having intercourse with her.

"I can't Jamie. You know this. I haven't been in the mood, especially since you took me over our dead son body at his funeral."

Jamie voice being heard. "Cersei. You are a spiteful, angry, bitter woman. Those traits is what help me push past and make me love you more. You and me are entirely one ever since womb. I need you, just like you need me."

A loud slap echos throughout the room falling into the hallway. You took this as a sign to leave.

...

You look at the Queen sitting near her lion husband. The red rose sipping her fourth gleaming red wine of the evening. The queen of thorns grips her daughter hand as she speak lowly into her ear. Your eyes on her wonder what they could be discussing.

The boisterous clatter of sounds of talking, musicians playing their songs of the old history and the new one created for the dead king Joffery. Food getting chewed like the harsh winter has came back. You shook off the assholes rich lords eating noisy as you walk through the dining hall.

You saunter over with a huge shit eating grin. "Hello my queen, king. I came to ask Margaery if I could have her hand for one dance."

The king nod letting his newlywed wife follow you to the dance floor. The red rose of house Tyrell took your hand into her small soft palms. Her slender hips swishing side to side mashing into yours. A devilish smile on her face which whistle to you that she is really enjoying herself.

"How much wine did you have tonight?" You ask cheekily running a hand up her cozy gentle back. You wanted to give her little round rosy cheeks an immense arduous squeeze, but you held yourself off.

She laughs a small amount. "Not too much or I'll be revealing my inner mysteries to you knight."