She certainly does

When the Queen smiled at him, Garrick was filled with a feeling he could not name. Perhaps it was desire, perhaps it was adoration, he did not know. That feeling was increased tenfold when she beckoned him to her side, her smile staying on her beautiful face. He stood in the wings of the Great Hall, not far from Cersei's side, for hours, watching the court petitioners make their requests, but paying little attention to it. Many of the King's councillers spoke in hushed words to the Queen, and Garrick could not hear what they said, but he did not like the look of one in particular, a shorter man with dark hair streaked with grey. He did not know the man, who he presumed to be a lord, but he saw both the mysterious Lord and Cersei herself glance at him as they spoke. After another hour or so, Cersei turned to Garrick, gesturing for him to follow, even though the court was still in progress. They left the Great Hall and entered the winding corridors of the Red Keep, where the Queen began to speak to Garrick.

"Tell me, ser," She began, her voice like honey, "are you much of a tourney knight?"

"No, Your Grace." Garrick responded, quickly realising his lie could easily catch up with him. "I've been more sellsword than knight on my travels."

"Oh? Who have you fought for?"

"Anyone who paid me, really. Mostly merchants and the like, nobody you might've heard of, Your Grace." He answered as they rounded a corner into an empty corridor.

"And who knighted you, Ser Garrick?" She asked. Her smile never faltered, but for the first time there was something in her eyes that almost scared him.

"I-" He hesitated for a moment too long and the Queen turned on him, her smile disappearing. She narrowed her eyes and glared at him intimidatingly.

"You? Answer the question, ser." The way she said the title sent shivers down his spine, her voice dripped with mistrust and venom.

"I... I..." He stuttered nervously, his mind racing as he attempted to come up with a lie. He could not, and Cersei knew it.

"Lord Baelish brought me a message earlier, ser." Again, the word ser was spoken with disgust. "What do you think he said?"

Garrick's heart felt like it was about to stop. "I don't know, Your Grace."

"You don't?" She smiled once more, but there was no joy in it, just a silent fury. "But it was about you."

"It... it was?" He was terrified he had been caught in a lie so quickly.

"Indeed it was. Lord Baelish was informed that the Spider's little birds told him that you've been seen in the city before. In fact, you walked here from a tavern, but before that, you lived at your father's shop. A blacksmith, correct?"

Garrick made no verbal answer, he just stared at Cersei, the fear growing on his face.

"You're no knight." She said, frowning at him. He did not know what was worse, angering her or disappointing her. "Admit it."

"I... I'm not." He stared at the floor for a moment, but his chin was lifted by Cersei's hand.

"Good.The truth." She stared into his eyes before he flinched away. "Do you know what will happen when Joffrey finds out?"

"I'll be executed." Garrick guessed, trying not to resign himself to that fate.

"Yes, you will. But... I don't want that to happen." She glanced up and down the corridor, ensuring they were completely alone.

That took him completely by surprise. "You don't, Your Grace?"

"No. You intrigue me, and I can certainly find a use for you. But from now on, you are mine." Still her hand cupped his chin. She was a tall woman, but not quite as tall as Garrick, so she held him still, gazing into his eyes.

He blinked slowly, realising she was giving him his life back in exchange for loyalty to her. Loyalty to the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. "It would by my honour, Your Grace." Despite his fear, that statement was undeniably true. There was little he would not do just for a smile from the Queen.

"I believe you, Garrick." She answered, much to his relief. "But I want to ensure that loyalty. I want it to be undying."

He cocked his head slightly, confused by her intentions. She was confused further when Cersei's arms wrapped around his neck and she leaned closer, kissing his lips passionately. She pushed him against the wall, biting his lip eagerly. "Your Grace..."

"Yes, ser?" She asked, the look in her eyes making her seem like a predator about to pounce on her prey.

"Please... don't stop." He begged.

She smiled, ready to pounce, "How would you like to fuck a queen?"

His eyes widened, partly in excitement and partly in shock "Desperately, Your Grace!"