Red wine
Title: Red wine
Fandom: ASOIAF
Characters: Cersei, Sansa
Rating: PG-13
Words: 381
Summary: Sansa realizes that Cersei has been drinking too much wine recently.
Warnings: Underage drinking (then again, it's ASOIAF we're talking about, it's not that uncommon) and mentions of sex.
Sansa never spoke her mind, of course, but she did see it. Ever since the battle of the Blackwater, the Queen Regent was drinking more red wine than ever. One of the very few traits she shared with her late husband, and which she hadn't known about until recently.
Then again, there was a lot about Cersei that she hadn't seen up until now. Her actions during the battle against Stannis was her prime example.
She could still remember Ilyn Payne there, across the room, ready to kill in the case the result of the battle wasn't favorable to the Lannisters. The queen had never been the same on her eyes ever since the execution of Ned Stark, but to think that she'd go that far... Sansa was genuinely scared of her, and not just because of the golden-haired monster she carried on her womb for nine months.
"Why don't you drink, little dove?" Cersei asked, signaling Senelle to pour more of that red wine from Dorne, courtesy of the Martells. "You'll feel all your problems melt away with just one taste of this exquisite wine."
Senelle, the queen's servant, filled her cup and retreated. Only Tommen was accompanying them tonight, as Joffrey was with Margaery for some reason the queen kept for herself, and he was way too busy playing with a kitten he found earlier to notice the way his mother stared at Sansa. That look, that piercing glare that made Sansa feel naked and defenseless, a look that made her silently raise her cup and drink the red wine. Almost the entire cup was done for with one drink.
However, when she put the cup down, Sansa realized that the queen had lied to her once again; her problems did not fade away at all. She was still Sansa Stark, daughter of a falsely accused traitor, held hostage of her family's enemies, in a city where she had no friends and countless enemies, at the mercy of her wicked king who may be now bethroded to another, but what prevented him from using her when he got bored of Margaery? The only one who would save her was Sandor, and he... he wouldn't save her anymore.
Cersei did not lie about one thing, though. The wine was exquisite.
Fandom: ASOIAF
Characters: Cersei, Sansa
Rating: PG-13
Words: 381
Summary: Sansa realizes that Cersei has been drinking too much wine recently.
Warnings: Underage drinking (then again, it's ASOIAF we're talking about, it's not that uncommon) and mentions of sex.
Sansa never spoke her mind, of course, but she did see it. Ever since the battle of the Blackwater, the Queen Regent was drinking more red wine than ever. One of the very few traits she shared with her late husband, and which she hadn't known about until recently.
Then again, there was a lot about Cersei that she hadn't seen up until now. Her actions during the battle against Stannis was her prime example.
She could still remember Ilyn Payne there, across the room, ready to kill in the case the result of the battle wasn't favorable to the Lannisters. The queen had never been the same on her eyes ever since the execution of Ned Stark, but to think that she'd go that far... Sansa was genuinely scared of her, and not just because of the golden-haired monster she carried on her womb for nine months.
"Why don't you drink, little dove?" Cersei asked, signaling Senelle to pour more of that red wine from Dorne, courtesy of the Martells. "You'll feel all your problems melt away with just one taste of this exquisite wine."
Senelle, the queen's servant, filled her cup and retreated. Only Tommen was accompanying them tonight, as Joffrey was with Margaery for some reason the queen kept for herself, and he was way too busy playing with a kitten he found earlier to notice the way his mother stared at Sansa. That look, that piercing glare that made Sansa feel naked and defenseless, a look that made her silently raise her cup and drink the red wine. Almost the entire cup was done for with one drink.
However, when she put the cup down, Sansa realized that the queen had lied to her once again; her problems did not fade away at all. She was still Sansa Stark, daughter of a falsely accused traitor, held hostage of her family's enemies, in a city where she had no friends and countless enemies, at the mercy of her wicked king who may be now bethroded to another, but what prevented him from using her when he got bored of Margaery? The only one who would save her was Sandor, and he... he wouldn't save her anymore.
Cersei did not lie about one thing, though. The wine was exquisite.