The sun was already high when the maids rushed into Cersei's chamber. The moment those doors opened, the heavy smell of bodily odor and sex hit them.
Not the first time they had smelled it—being the queen's handmaidens, it was obvious that they knew a lot about their queen's nightly affairs, with her own brother no less.
But none would dare to speak about it. If they did, they would lose their lives. They knew it, Cersei knew it, and thus she did nothing about it.
If anything, she had them repeatedly clean after her and Jaime's activities, keeping the secret to only a few maids she knew wouldn't open their mouths.
She was still lying in bed, her body heavy with exhaustion after a long night. Her eyes felt weighed down, her head pounding. She had no wish to rise, but the girls whispered urgently, telling her that the king demanded her presence.
He wasn't the king yet, technically speaking, but who cared about that little bit of intricacy.
With a groan, Cersei forced herself up. Her body ached, her legs weak as she tried to stand, almost stumbling as her hips protested with every step.
Her lower body protested at every movement she made, her entire body felt like breaking.
Last night was something else. Her mind rapidly displayed Thor's face, his touches, and all her desires coming true when he fucked her like a cheap whore.
A tingling feeling spread throughout her body, like reliving that moment. After months of restraint, yesterday was the first time she had a man in her bed.
'And what a man he was.' To her and the maids' amazement, Cersei Lannister—the queen of the Seven Kingdoms and the mother of the future king—knew how to blush. She saw it firsthand today.
Her hand went to her cunt. It was dry by now, no sign of any sticky feeling. She hadn't noticed it back then, but she recalled Thor didn't come inside her.
She had no idea whether to be happy about that or feel disappointed. A queen getting pregnant after her husband the king's death wouldn't look very royal in many eyes.
Though, it wouldn't have mattered; it hadn't been long enough since Robert's death. She could have named any child she might have had with Thor as Robert's last heir.
"Hmmm…" To the height of her shamelessness, even thinking about Thor started to make her wet again.
Her hand was already slowly caressing her intimate parts, right in front of her maids. The woman really had no shame. Though it made sense—in this day and age, many highborn women actually had physical relationships with their maids when their husbands were away, to satisfy themselves.
Cersei was no different, though she had only had them like that a few times.
The maids, on the other hand, just overlooked their queen's actions. They were professional, at least as much as the threat to their lives could make them. Needless to say, they had learned how to work at the Red Keep with their mouths closed.
"You better have a damn good reason to wake me up," she growled. Last night's nostalgia wasn't enough to suppress her aching body, which desperately needed rest.
Thor hadn't been gentle with her, and she wouldn't have it any other way with how long she had restrained herself.
A maid could tell just by looking at the strained sheets and their queen's face and body covered with cum.
But again, they kept their mouths shut.
"My Queen, King Joffrey asks for your presence in the throne room for the coronation," one maid slowly replied.
This finally jolted her out of her half-sleep and half-dreaming state. She cursed under her breath and waved sharply at the maids. "Help me up," she commanded. "Bring me water, wash my face, and clean me down there as well. Dress me quickly. I will not keep my son waiting."
The servants hurried to obey. Cersei sat still, letting them fuss over her sticky hair and clothes. Her sharp green eyes were clouded with irritation, but she bit back her words. There was no time for her usual care. By the time she was presentable, she could already hear Joffrey's angry voice echoing down the halls.
Any woman blessed with a man of good size knew that walking straight the next day became a nightmare, and she was no different. She had to be supported by her maids to go to the throne room.
Not to mention, the obvious limp in her walk wasn't absent to anyone. But none would pick it up when the soon-to-be king was shouting his lungs out.
When she finally entered the throne room, the sight before her was enough to sour her mood further. Joffrey was pacing and shouting at the Kingsguard (of what was left of them) and city watch, his high voice carrying through the chamber like a whip. The men stood stiff and silent, heads bowed under his insults.
"What now?" Cersei demanded, striding forward, her gown flowing behind her.
Joffrey spun toward her, his face red. "They've lost them! The girls! Both of Lord Stark's daughters are gone, and so is that hammer-handed oaf, Thor!"
Cersei blinked, momentarily stunned. "Gone? How could he be gone?" She turned on the guards, her gaze sharp as knives.
One of the goldcloaks stammered, "Your Grace… they vanished in the night. We searched the Red Keep, the harbor, the streets. They were nowhere to be found."
"Later, they were spotted on the harbor, stealing a ship and running away."
Joffrey slammed a fist against the throne. "Useless! I wanted them here, to watch their father die! Now the whole city will think me weak!"
Cersei's lips tightened. The news was troubling indeed. Aside from her personal feelings about Thor, the news meant that they no longer had as many pawns in their hands as she had planned.
Arya and Sansa loose in the city—or worse, already gone from it—was a dangerous thing.
And Thor's disappearance only added to the storm brewing in her mind.
'Why is he gone? After last night? No, I won't let him.' Her face turned red. She wasn't letting him go. She had already decided that he was hers.
Forcing calm into her voice, she laid a hand on Joffrey's arm. "You are the king now. Do not waste your strength shouting like a child. We will find them. But first, you must take your crown."
Joffrey still seethed, but Cersei's steady tone cooled him a little. The mess could be dealt with later. Today, the realm would see their king.
However, there was one more thing before that. Joffrey's eyes went back to Ned Stark, who was still standing there in shackles, head bowed.
"Yes, I must take my crown. However, before that there is one more thing that I must do.
I have promised the head of the traitor to the people of King's Landing. And that is what I must do.
Go and gather the people, tie the traitor in front of everyone.
Then I shall have his head," Joffrey shouted.
This further worsened Cersei's mood.
'No… I can't let him do that.'
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