Cersei was panicking. It felt as if the sky was falling. She bit her nails while pacing around, frowning and trying to think. She believed she was clever enough to do it. Yet in this case, no matter what, she couldn't find a way out.
Septon Bronn had caught her with Jaime. And the matter of being caught worried her less than the fact that she had fallen out of Septon Bronn's grace. The seemingly magical, holy man with otherworldly abilities. She really needed him, and she had plans to make use of his influence.
But now it was all ruined.
All because of her lust. She couldn't find blame in Jaime. Although it was he who entered her chamber and almost begged her to give him what he wanted. She still had willingly agreed to do it.
"W-What if the Seven curse me?"
That fear was also real. Ever since Lord Varys' death, it was impossible to ignore that threat.
She had watched Lord Septon storm out of her bedchamber, and then her brother also left while holding his bleeding mouth.
Now alone, all she had left was fear, anxiety, and unease.
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"Ho! Seven's blessings, Septon! Look at that beast I felled, a wild boar fit for a king! The cooks have roasted it proper. Let's eat till our bellies burst!"
"..."
Bronn watched as the King ate, and the man really ate. In Bronn's eyes, Robert was the very personification of the typical King. Fat, big, corrupt, uncaring, whoring, gluttonous, and loud. Robert truly didn't give a damn about the realm or the people. Forget smallfolk, he didn't give a damn about the nobles. King Robert lived only for himself, even if he was slightly better than before having a son.
At this rate, he'll be fat as a pig, ready to be butchered. Bronn watched a piece of meat get stuck in the King's beard.
He held himself back from sneering. At this point, he was more loved by the King's Landing's smallfolk than the King. He was the one feeding them daily meals, twice a day. He was the one who hired ten teachers and placed them in large spaces across the city, where any smallfolk could come and learn to read and write, all for free.
He was the Seven's Angel, showering them with the light of the Mother's mercy and Father's teachings. Though the Maiden part was best left unspoken.
"It's a rare dish, Your Grace, near divine, one might say." Bronn ate small bites, acting polite. He needed to look grand and mysterious with the rise of his status. "Pardon, I wasn't there to greet you at the House of Seven Blessings. I was walking the alleys of Flea Bottom, giving the Seven's mercy to the hungry and the hopeless."
"I heard, good man you are. Seven hells, if half the realm were like you, I'd still have my crown sitting straight!" Robert barked, wine sloshing from his cup.
They were in a small hall for supper. There was nobody around but Robert, Bronn, and a couple of maids who served food and also got their asses groped by the lecherous King at times.
I can see why he turns to whores, even with Cersei's beauty at his side. Her rot must seep through any silk.
"But that won't be needed. I have you, after all, Lord Septon."
And here comes the request in the form of an order.
Bronn internally sneered, seeing the way the King acted. The man wasn't scared of him in the slightest, but surely cautious. And that wasn't enough. Bronn wanted the likes of Robert, kings, or lords to shiver beneath him. Shiver from a simple curse from his mouth.
"Speak your mind, Your Grace."
"It's the bloody realm, that's what it is. I fought the rebellion to kill the Mad King and his cursed line. Should've burned the lot of them. Now look at me, crown on my head and vipers at my feet. Elia's whelp lives, Rhaella's whoreson crawls through Essos, and I'm left with enemies on every side."
Thank you for the compliments.
Bronn faintly smiled. "And you need my aid with…?"
"The Tyrells, that's who I need. Keep the damn realm steady before it eats itself alive. War's piss and ashes for the smallfolk, you know that well, Septon. Hunger, orphans, the lot. I've got a son, that flowery bastard's got a daughter. Sounds like good sense to me."
Ah, makes the most sense.
"And you want me to…?"
"Mediate. You're a great deal in the Reach. I heard Ser Barristan snatched you from the gates of Highgarden. Before Lo… Varys, that cockless shit died, he told me you were set to mend Lord Tyrell's heir's leg. A noble deed, aye. But…"
"Seven guide me, you want me to bind your firstborn to his youngest daughter? Both of whom are less than a year old?"
King Robert nodded with a proud grin.
"Aye, that'll make a damned strong realm. Cersei may sicken me, but she brings her golden lions. With the Tyrell girl, I'll have two of the richest damn houses kneeling for the crown. Let Dorne piss and moan all they like, they won't stand a chance."
And why is he sharing all that with me?
This wasn't to Bronn's liking at all. Getting involved in royal politics was a pathway to doom. What he needed was to remain neutral in all scenarios so the smallfolk could rally behind him. So that lesser houses, who don't give a damn about royals, and great houses can march behind him.
"I shall bring this suggestion to their ears, Your Grace. Rest is up to them, who they choose to stand with," he replied diplomatically, just wanting to leave.
Clearly, his time at King's Landing had come to an end. He was no longer welcome there without acting submissive to the brute of a King. His presence was no longer sought in the Red Keep; it was demanded.
"Do that, Lord Septon. Just do that. If they've got the brains, they'll back the man wearing the crown, not the whore dreaming of one."
With that, King Robert downed yet another cup of wine. Clearly, his motivations to stay sober didn't last long. His promise to give his son a working, strong realm had faded with his regression into old habits.
Robert Baratheon was a strong man in arms, no doubt. But in my mind, he was the weakest.
What else to expect from a fool who moaned another's name while rutting his bride.
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It was time to pack everything and head to Highgarden.
But it was also time to initiate his precious Septa Unella with the extremely 'holy' ritual. For four days, he hadn't touched Unella, and he was sure she hadn't touched herself either. And at last, the night of the full moon had arrived.
After finishing his duties and ordering the guards around in proper places, he grabbed the censer and went to Unella's bedchamber while swaying it slowly. He knew how important all the pointless theatrics were. Sure, his magic was real, but he didn't want them to believe in that. What he needed was their blind approval that he was Seven's Angel.
Knock! Knock!
After some knocks, he pushed the door open and walked inside. He didn't bother closing the door yet and made rounds around the bed, letting the incense fill the chamber, and his humming prayers echo.
Stunning as always.
He saw Unella sitting on the bed, still in her septa robes, yet she had untied her braided hair, seemingly ready for what was to come next.
"O' holy Mother, let this chamber be a sanctity,
May the night bring blessings and your pity.
O' Maiden, let these hours be of the virgin undone,
Guide the journey this Septa has begun."
Oh? A blush?
He eyed the gorgeous, tall, strong-bodied woman, her legs folded sideways, no quilt present. She had clearly followed his orders, having worn the septa attire and even worn some makeup. In his words, it was to please the Maiden. So, Unella wore a gentle coat of mascara on her eyes that he was sure would become runny soon.
"O' holy Mother, let my vigor be tremendous,
For this union is a holy momentous.
O' Maiden, let lips of ours, loins of ours join,
In his holy ritual, we shall together conjoin."
Finally, he stopped walking and placed the censer near the bed, allowing it to fill the chamber with flowery scents. Then he walked back to the door and shut it calmly, locking it. Then he wasted no time to discard his clothes as fast and tenderly as he could, first came off his septon robes, then his thin cotton tunic, and finally his loose trousers.
In mere blinks, he was nude, standing proudly before the septa on the bed. He watched her gaze wash over him, from head to toe. She'd seen him naked so many times already, yet she still blushed.
And he was rather proud of his body. Unlike other septons who were either old or fat, he had kept his body in shape. While no knight or sellsword, he still stood tall, chest shapely, arms mighty, and cock throbbingly hard, bobbing in Unella's direction.
Let's take this slow and savor it.
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