Cersei Lannister's stomach rumbled as she once again felt the painful ache which could only be truly satisfied by stuffing a highborn woman inside it.

Luckily

she wouldn't have to wait much longer for that, as grinning members of the gold company presented her with a large wooden box with something human-sized inside it.






Under h

Cersei Lannister grinned wickedly and then licked her lips at the sight before her. Sansa Stark

might be a filthy traitor, but she had always been beautiful, and she certainly had never looked better than like this, lying naked on her front with her arms firmly tied behind her back, her legs bound and a bright red apple in her mouth.






If it where

"You can't do this! I'm the Queen!"

Margaery Tyrell yelled for what felt like the millionth time as she and Sansa Stark were dragged through King's Landing.






Sansa mostly ignored her. There was little point to Margaery's protests, as these guards were loyal to the Lannisters. All the guards at the wedding between Joffrey Lannister and Margaery Tyrell ha

Hundreds of screaming faces coalesced into a blur calling for blood. Chants, gnashing mouths, stomps, all merged together bounced off the outer walls of the arena, reverberating back into itself. The only thing breaking the crazed mass was a platform of several faces that were more horrifying to look at. Each face on that platform was calm, yet focused, unlike the angry mob circling them. The mob could be ignored as a mess of noise, but the quiet threat of the calm faces struck more fear into th