The Naked Truth

Just a day after arriving at the Twins, the royal entourage was again on the road to Winterfell. Crossing the wet, swampy marshlands of the Neck was unpleasant to all, specially with the gaze of a thousand different eyes falling on them at night. The neck was home to many unique animal species, Lyonel knew, but the intense, human like gaze of the eyes that followed them at night made him wonder if the Crannogmen of the neck were keeping watch over them. He wondered if one of the ravens that followed them in the day were controlled by Jojen Reed. Lyonel was glad that his family, most of them sheltered within the carriages avoided the eyes, but he rode with the soldiers and men-at-arms who noticed the eyes as well. Some said that as they are getting closer to the north, they are leaving the light of the seven, and demons had come to prey on them. At nights men told stories about the Crannogmen around the fire, stories that all ended with cannibalism.

Either way everyone was glad to finally get out of the swamp and into the North proper, though they soon began to complain about the intense cold. Though it was still the Summer, it still snowed once in a while. Despite all that, a week after crossing the Neck, the entourage arrived at Torrhen's Square, southwest of Winterfell and a mere hours ride away from it.

Myrcella was bored. Her parents were fighting again, in front of strangers no less. Once upon a time, she would have been hurt at the barbed words her parents exchanged. But now, she would only feel boredom, and perhaps amusement when they occasionally throw things at each other.

The princess' eyes drifted away and saw Ser Helman Tallhart, master of Torrhen's Square, who was **** to witness the argument and didn't seem to know what to make of it. Myrcella sighed. She wished she was with Lyonel and Tommen, who were out in the courtyard with Ser Tallhart's son, but it was deemed inappropriate for one girl to be amidst the company off all those men and boys. And so, here she was, **** to listen to the drivel coming out of her parents' mouths.

"It's just hours away woman! Hours!" Robert roared.

"So what?" Cersei screeched. "The sun has already set. Are we to arrive at Winterfell at the middle of the night like thieves? And smelling like thieves as well? We haven't had a proper bath in weeks!"

"You'll get one when we get there! Ned wouldn't care at which time we comes or how much we smell!"

Before Cersei could retort, Sir Tallhart intervened. "Your Grace. Perhaps we can find a common ground in this issue. While Lord Stark will warmly welcome his grace at any time in the day, it would still appear a bit... discourteous to others if you went there at such a time like this. But I can have my men prepare you a dinner tonight. Until then, your grace and his family can have a bath. After an early dinner, you can go straight to bed. If you were to depart early tomorrow morning, you will be at Winterfell by noon."

Myrcella smirked. She knew that the offer wasn't one made out of concern to her family. At the dinner tonight, Sir Tallhart would try his best to convince her father to give him some sort of trading privilege or the other. Still he presented the case very convincingly and she really did need a bath after all that time on the road.

Robert was silent for a long time, clenching his teeth. Finally, he spoke. "Fine. Very well. Myrcella, got get your brothers and go to the baths. We will leave to Winterfell at dawn tomorrow. Dawn, you hear me? Not a second too late."

Before Myrcella could respond, Tallhart intervened. For the first time since they met, he seemed truly uncomfortable. "Your Grace, we are not a rich or extravagant as southern houses are. There is only one bath in the castle. But if her grace and her children all bathed one after the other, there would be enough time for a proper feast to be prepared."

Robert wanted to scream in frustration. But commenting about his bannermen's' lack of resources is the quickest way to unpopularity. And so he conceded. "Very well then. I assume you want to go first?" he asked his wife, to which she nodded. Robert nodded back. "I'll send someone to announce the entourage that we'll be staying here tonight and our plans for tomorrow. And send someone to tell the boys to get ready."

Myrcella quickly stood up. "I'll tell them. I'm bored enough anyway."

With her father's permission, Myrcella was on her way, wearing her mischievous smirk. She was bored. And she knew exactly how to cure it.

Myrcella found her brothers in the courtyard and told them what happened.

"And I'm to go first?" Lyonel asked.

"Yes," Myrcella replied.

Lyonel nodded at that, but Tommen narrowed his eyes. He knew her too well. "I would have thought mother would have taken the chance to go first."

Myrcella rolled her eyes. "Well, Lyonel is the heir to the kingdom. It would be in Sir Tallhart's interest to provide him with as much comfort as possible. Now, Lyonel, you better get to the baths, Father was very clear on how quickly we should act. And Tommen, come with me."

Myrcella grabbed Tommen by the hand and walked away. Once she was sure that they were out of Lyonel's earshot, Myrcella began to speak while still walking urgently. "Well little brother, for a moment I thought you would betray me. And what a shame it would be after all we have been through," she said mockingly.

Tommen's eyes widened. "You mean that Lyonel isn't the person that should go first?

"No," Myrcella said lightly.

"It's supposed to be mother?"

"Yes."

"Myrcella! Lyonelwould get into a big trouble! And so would you if mother finds out!"

"She wouldn't. And Lyonel?" Myrcella scoffed. "The favourite child? He would get a scolding at most. And I don't want to miss it so come along!"

The princess dragged her passive brother through the castle. Asking a maid directions, they were quickly able to find the section in the castle where the baths were held. Opening a door, they arrived at the designated corridor. Immediately to her both sides were two doors, one for ladies and one for men, where a maid would help them out of the heavy clothes, take them back to washing and wait for them to come back with new clothes. Myrcella ignored both doors and went to the one straight in front of her, and came to the baths.

Inside the room, there was a fairly large tub filled with water and shelves were fixed on the side of the room. Myrcella was used to perfumes and such from all over the world adorning the shelves of her bath, but here there were just a few bars of soap adorning the shelves. She looked around the room, and grinned as her eyes found what she was looking for. In the far corner of the room, half covered in shadows was a cupboard. Running up to it, Myrcella opened the door, revealing extra bars of soap, a bucket... and enough empty space for two small-framed teenagers to fit in. "Get in, Tommen," she said.

"I hope there aren't any spiders there," Tommen grumbled.

"Get in!" Myrcella nearly shouted in exasperation.

Finally they both got in and waited for the chaos to unfold, as she had done a hundred times with her little brother at her side. At first she was planning to open the door slightly ajar, but the cracks between the wooden boards gave them a good look on the outside while completely shielding them.

Myrcella hear the door to the clothing chamber opening and closing, and could barely keep herself from jumping up and down with anticipation. And it didn't take her long to wait until the completely nude queen consort entered the room and came into their sight. Cersei Lannister's long wavy blonde hair has been let loose and hung down as far as her waist. Away from the courtiers, she had allowed her face to be relaxed instead of her usual cold demeanor. Two plump breasts sat on her chest, topped by slightly large nipples and areolas. Her stomach was surprisingly flat for a woman who had borne three children. The space between her legs had been thoroughly shaved, and Myrcella enviously noted her mother's long legs.

Tommen's grip on her arm hardened considerably. She wandered whether if that was due to his fear of being caught, or seeing a naked woman for the first time, not to mention a woman that was considered the most beautiful in the realm in her youth. Myrcella herself, gazing at her naked mother felt... uncomfortable. She preferred to use that word over the dozens that popped into her head.

Their mother glanced around the minimalistic room in disdain. Then with a sigh she lowered herself into the steaming tub and began to scrub herself. Tommen gulped loudly at her side, and she was tempted to whack him behind the head.

Before she could do anything however, Lyonel stepped into the room. Myrcella quickly turned aside to whisper a joke to Tommen's ear but stopped as she saw the completely shocked look on his face. The princess turned back and gulped herself.

Myrcella had to learn about male genitals in her lessons with the septas and they always told how the size of one varied from man to man, but it was always under three inches. But the veiny, angry beast that hung between her brother's legs went as down as his mid thigh, and he was soft!

With a gasp, her mother stood straight in the tub, her face as shocked as her children's. While the entire room was silent, two drops of water rolled down her breasts and fell back to the tub, their shapes being round as Cersei's shocked mouth.