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

Tiring,
that was the best word for it. Back and forth to court, guards
following her everywhere, manipulating that vile little whelp. It was
all so very tiring and Margaery wanted nothing more than to rest. Her
only moments of free time were spent laying on her bed, looking out
to the sea, sipping wine, listening to birds sing. The low rumble of
the guards walking around outside her door, the fleeting thoughts
that passed through her head. She closed her eyes and meditated,
letting thoughts flow

Game of
Hungers: Cercei's Angered Hunger
By Trinity/UltimaSlash
Cersei
angrily watched from a far window at King's Landing as Margaery and
Sansa discuss something. She crinkled her nose as she was sure it
was something involving her. Her brother Jaime snuck up behind her
and rested a hand on her shoulder. “Something the matter?”
“Two
little chirping birds that may very well be my undoing.”
Jaime
sighed and rolled his eyes, “Really now? Two harmless girls doing
you in? You worry to