Cersei Lannister Pt. 1

Podrick Payne is more than a little confused, to say the least. He'd thought he wasn't long for King's Landing, and to be fair, he probably still wasn't. He assumed Ser Jaime was already working on getting him out, as the Commander of the Kingsguard had told him as much. But for the time being, he was stuck, and to that end, he was meant to be keeping his head down until Jaime could tell him what to do.

In hindsight… Podrick didn't regret what he'd done to the whore, Shae. Not even remotely. He'd half-thought that with time and distance from the events, he'd begin to feel guilt of some sort. But he didn't. Fuck that bitch. Fuck every lying, cheating whore like her too. Loyalty and honor, that was what Podrick had been raised on. Chivalry as well, but he didn't really see it as his duty to be chivalrous in the face of a cunt of a whore that was planning to betray the one man in Podrick's entire life who'd truly shown him kindness.

Regardless, Shae was in the past, likely halfway across the Narrow Sea by this point. Or at least, she was supposed to be. Podrick had more important things to worry about then that cum dump of a whore. Like the fact that Cersei Lannister, the Queen Mother, had asked for him to guard her specifically today. Ser Jaime had looked utterly flabbergasted when he'd handed down the order to Podrick, telling him that this might be a plot, and not to rise to any bait that Cersei might throw his way.

But apparently the squire of the Commander of the Kingsguard was deemed good enough to protect the Queen, because Cersei was getting her way. Podrick found himself walking up to the door of the Queen's Chambers, only to come face to face Ser Meryn Trant, one of the Queen's Men who'd tried to bribe him several weeks back during Lord Tyrion's trial.

Podrick doesn't think much of the Knight, and it's clear from the sneer on Trant's face that he doesn't think much of Podrick either. As the younger man steps up, the older steps forward, growling under his breath as he leans in close.

"You… try anything funny, and I'll gut you myself, got it? If the Queen comes to any harm while under your care…"

He doesn't get to finish the threat, because the door to the Queen's Private Chambers opens at that point, and the Queen Mother herself stands there, framed in the doorway, resplendent in all of her vain, ugly beauty. It might have been a contradiction, 'ugly beauty', but when Podrick looked at her, that's what he saw. He saw one of the most beautiful women in the entirety of the Seven Kingdoms… with a heart and soul as ugly as sin.

That this woman had been made Queen of the Seven Kingdoms was all the confirmation Podrick needed to know the Seven probably didn't exist, if he was being honest. Else her true nature would have been revealed ages ago. As if she knew exactly when to expect him, Cersei Lannister smiles a not-so-nice-smile, her eyes moving from Podrick to Trant and back again.

"Ser Meryn… that will be all. You may go, as always, your service has been impeccable."

The Knight leans back and looks to the Queen askance, clearly not at all comfortable with the idea of leaving her alone with Podrick. But then, that was kind of the point of assigning Pod to guard her. He'd have to be left alone outside of her door eventually. It looks as if Trant wants to say something, but in the end, he bows to the Queen nice and low, gives one last ugly glare to Podrick, and then begins to walk away down the hall.

Pod, not even making eye contact with Cersei for fear of what HE might end up doing to the bitch, takes up the position that Ser Trant has abandoned right outside of Cersei's door, intending to guard her quarters until such time as he's relieved. Or at least, make a show of it. To be perfectly honest, if an assassin walked right up to him and asked for entry while holding a dagger clearly meant for the Queen's heart, he'd gladly step aside to do their dirty work. If Cersei were to scream for help and he was the only one in earshot to hear it, he wouldn't lift a damn finger for the bitch of a Queen. If-

"So then, you're the one so loyal to my monstrous little brother."

Podrick manages to catch himself and keeps from startling too badly as he realizes that Cersei had yet to pull back into her chambers. Instead, the Queen has stepped out entirely through the open doorway and is looking at him with a sardonic sort of smile. There's humor in it, but it's most certainly more like she's laughing AT him rather than with him. She's an evil bitch, through and through.

And he's not going to be cowed by her. Perhaps before… before the whore, he might have allowed himself to be. Before he'd taken Shae and broken her down to her base components, teaching her a lesson she'd hopefully never forget, Podrick would have stammered and stuttered and kept his eyes forward in the presence of the Queen. But now that he knew just what kind of woman the Queen was, he felt none of the awe and respect that should have been there.

As such, he has no problem turning his head and looking Queen Cersei right in the eye as he answers quite evenly.

"Aye, Your Grace."

Her smile immediately falters, and he can see the ugly hatred and loathing beneath the careful façade that the beautiful woman is currently putting up, just for a second. But then she catches herself, and her smile is back in full force, sickeningly, poisonously sweet.

"Podrick Payne… that's your name, isn't it? Come. Come inside."

As she steps back into her chambers, leaning back against the door and giving him room to walk past her, Podrick just stares at her, incredulous. And, in the spirit of his newfound confidence, he speaks his mind once more.

"I'd rather not, Your Grace."

She doesn't falter this time, as if she'd expected his recalcitrance. The poisonous smile remains in place as her eyes flash with vileness and evil.

"Oh, but if you don't, I'll have to tell my brother that you raped me. And then he'll have to discharge his duties as Commander of the Kingsguard and lop off your head to protect the honor of the Queen Mother."

She says it so calmly, so matter-of-factly. And yet, Podrick isn't all that surprised. He's not startled. He's slightly horrified by yet another example of the Queen's vile nature, but at this point, it's par for the course. Pod's nostrils flare as he hesitates for one moment more, before walking into the Queen's chambers. She's probably not intending anything GOOD for him once he does so, but Podrick is ready for an ambush, ready for anything… and if she's going to accuse him of rape anyways, perhaps he'll go ahead and make the statement true…

His hand is on the pommel of his sword as he steps inside, half-expecting an ambush to come from somewhere. He expects men to be lying in wait, but really, why would they be? If Cersei wanted him dead, she likely could have had Ser Trant do the deed right outside in the hall and no one would have raised much complaint about it. Ser Jaime might have been upset, but in the end, what would it truly matter when it had been the Queen's orders?

Either way, Cersei closes and locks the door to her chambers behind her, even as Podrick finds himself taking in the furnishings a bit more closely, this time. The last time he was here, he wasn't ACTUALLY fully here. He'd been sneaking out on the balcony, which currently could not be seen because the doors to said balcony were fully closed. He'd also been entirely focused on Cersei and Shae and what they were saying, not anything else.

For the first time, Podrick notices something interesting. The walls of the Queen's Private Chambers are padded. It's a disgusting display of opulence and extravagance, and there's even more of both those things in the room's other decorations, but it's interesting to him, because he's never seen another noble coat their walls and the insides of their doors is actual pillow-like fabric before.

"Oh? You're a quick one, aren't you? I see why the imp liked you. Do you like my chambers, Podrick Payne? The furnishings make it rather hard to hear anything that happens within. Keeps out certain little birds and the like. Really, only the guard at my door could truly hear anything that goes on in these rooms."

Is she… is she trying to provoke him into raping her? Podrick looks to the Queen Mother, slightly curious at this point. Does she not realize that everything she's just said only gives him more leave to be able to hurt her, if she so chose? But no, looking at Cersei's face, she's supremely confident, and entirely arrogant. She has complete faith in her ability to control him, Podrick immediately realizes. He wonders why… after all, it's not like he has much more to lose, right?

"Come along."

The Queen Mother leads him from her sitting room into her bedroom, and Podrick follows, his hand still on his sword, just in case THIS is where the brigands are laying in wait to cut him down. But no, that's not what Podrick finds at all. Instead, stepping into this room, Podrick Payne finds a sight that he was not expecting one bit. On the floor of Cersei Lannister's chambers, at the foot of the Queen Mother's bed… is Shae the Whore, cum-soaked and utterly broken.

More broken, even, then the last time that he'd seen her. She looks like she's nearly been drowned in cum, and on top of that, she's hogtied like a pig. Even more so, there's some sort of contraption, a pair of hooks in her nostrils that are attached to a rope that goes up across her head, and back, back, back, to another hook buried between her red, freshly abused ass cheeks.

She looks like an utter mess, to put it bluntly.

"My men caught her trying to sneak onto a ship down at the docks. I'd wondered where Tyrion's whore got off to, especially after I paid her such a handsome sum in order to testify against him. The little monster got off too light, getting to take the Black after he poisoned my son. This bitch's absence might have played a part in that. The moment that she vanished, I put my men on finding her, I put her face all over King's Landing. Imagine my happiness and surprise when I found out she'd been trying to lay low here in the city all this time, rather than fleeing when she had the chance."

Quite suddenly, Queen Cersei's hands are on his body. Podrick isn't that surprised, so he remains stone still as the Queen Mother wraps her arms around him from behind. He'd heard her approaching, heard her voice getting closer and closer. Now, she touches him, running her delicate feminine fingers across his chest plate, even as her lips rest right against his ear, her voice silken, but her words no less poisonous and filled with bile and hatred.

"I've had every Gold Cloak in the city take a turn with her. I wanted her to suffer horribly before I ended her, and what better way to do so then by having her practice her chosen profession until she breaks? But I'll be honest, I also wanted to know what turned her. I'm a rather good judge of character, Podrick Payne. I know when someone is lying to me, and the day I paid this wench, she wasn't lying to me. Which meant someone got to her. Someone convinced her to take my gold and leave me high and dry."

She circles around to in front of him, interposing herself between Podrick and Shae for a brief moment, before turning to the side slightly, letting his eyes fall upon the broken whore pig once again as she rests a palm on his chest, her fingers splayed out. There's a wicked grin on Cersei's face, and a gleam of triumph in her eyes as she looks at him.

"I expected to have to have her tortured afterwards, to find out just who to direct my ire towards. But in the end, it proved unnecessary. She gave you up so easily… throughout it all, the entire time that she was being fucked and used by every Gold Cloak in the city… she kept moaning your name, the shameless whore."

For a moment, Podrick had thought Cersei knew everything. He was half-ready to cut her down where she stood and just leave from there, consequences be damned. But slowly, surely, he's realizing that the Queen Mother knows nothing, truly. Cersei is reveling in victory right now, because she thinks that she's put fear into him… by destroying his lover. She thinks that because the whore moaned his name whilst she was being gangraped by Gold Cloaks, that Podrick and Shae share some kind of romantic relationship.

He supposes he should be thankful to the bitch whore, all things considered. If Shae weren't such a weak-willed woman, then abusing her like he'd done really wouldn't have made her fall in eternal lust with him, as it'd so clearly done. But now… well, now Podrick had to decide what to do next. In the end, he turns to Cersei and just stares at her.

"Is there a point to all of this, Your Grace? Whores lie… I'm sure you know that."

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