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A MOTHER'S COMFORT
{ ♔ } As she took his hands and held them in hers, he gazed at her, wondering if he was to decline her comfort or not. For now when he looked at her, he noticed her caringness as she had worry in her eyes, maybe she had missed him after all. Silently, he gazed at her more intensively before beginning to speak again. “…Be careful? How could I be careful knowing that someone tried to make an attempt on my life? As it was not uncle Tyrion, then who was it? Maybe they poison my wine again, or my food? Or leave rats in my bed. I do not want to live like this, mother!”.
The little tantrum he just threw seemed to upset her a bit. As he then removed his hands from hers, smashing them into the bed frame, he grit his teeth. He did not want to live the rest of his life as a caged bird, prevented from doing everything he wished to do. The boy despised this more than anything. In the end, he leaned his head against his mother’s shoulder, deciding to take whatever comfort he could achieve from now. But only when he wanted it.
Cersei stared up at her son with wide green eyes when he started spitting words at her, gasping softly when he ripped his hands from her own.
"Joffrey," she began, voice cautious as she clenched her hands into fists, keeping them against the table to resist the urge to reach for her boy. She knew it would only make him angrier. "We will have tasters for your food, and guards at your door. There will not be another opportunity for them to strike us again like this." She said lowly, looking down at her hands and folding them together anxiously, thumbs pressing against each other.
She sat up straighter when he pressed his face into her shoulder, one slim arm moving around him then in a careful embrace, her free hand moving then to run over his back. "This will be alright." She promised, wanting so badly to kiss his temple in that moment, though she settled to press her cheek against the side of his head, desperate for any contact with him.
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"I’ll never see him again anyway." Sansa pointed out, and hugged her arms around herself. She traced patterns on the smooth silk pillow. A heart, a tree, a wolf. Whatever came to mind. Sansa’s eyes were dry, no more tears coming from her.
"Robb and the bannermen would have turned around, because my father would have wished it. He’s had enough war for a lifetime. They would try to barter for Arya and myself, and if you didn’t let us go back he would have marched again. They would bend the knee if you did. My brother is not my father, and my father was not my grandfather." They were different, but the same in some ways. Robb was just as honorable.
"You have the right of it there." Cersei commented gently before averting her eyes while Sansa traced designs on the pillow.
"Your brother's banners wouldn't have turned around." She said with that, furrowing her brows briefly. "I truly do understand your want to believe that Robb would have heeded your father like that, but he was still a headstrong boy who thought three victories made him a conquerer. He was brazen and unwilling to listen to logic when it was thrown his way." She mumbled, shaking her head.
"I can’t choose between the two of you Cersei, I love you both. And if Stannis finds out about us, so be it. He wouldn’t be upset with you, just with me. Besides, I feel like it will be over between Stannis and I soon anyways. He hates the limelight and with all these huge films I’m doing, he and I are in the limelight a lot more than before. He seems to be alot more withdrawn from me, and it hurts."
"I know he wouldn't be upset with me, but it's not right for either of us to keep going like this. If you and him are going to have some sort of breakup soon, then speed up the process. It'll be better in the end for all of us." She sighed.
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Sansa nodded. She knew very little of her own physical strengths - but surely she had one. It was just one she currently knew nothing about.
Adorable, yes… She could be adorable and sweet and the innocent little girl. Sansa liked to think that she wasn’t an innocent girl anymore, but knew how easy it would be to act as one. Just the thought of her pretty costumes made a small smile rise to her face. ”Oh, that will be good. So, I’ll be - scared? When I’m seen, I mean? Or should I try to be strong, except on my interview?”
“What kind of thinking do you mean? I mean, should I try and get supplies early on, or wait, or what?” She had heard so many conflicting strategies for how to win the games, that just the thought of them made her want to start crying again. She kept her head straight, and tried to maintain her composure. ”What strategies are the best?”
Cersei sighed softly at the girl's fright, shaking her head slowly.
"What you need to do when we get there, is learn about everything you can. When you go in for training there will be different stations, go to the ones that teach you about berries that are poisonous, learn how to cook over a fire, learn how to tie good knots and improvise a blanket if you can, just learn everything you can that will aid you with surviving in a wasteland." She said to that, frowning in brief thought. "Devote about an hour a day to physical training, don't show the other tributes that you're not very physically strong, they'll take instant advantage of that. But you're smart, I can tell that much. If you look really intelligent to them, they'll leave you be." She said then, having another sip of her wine.
"As for how to present yourself... be aloof around the other tributes, be cute and nervous for the interview, and only show your real feelings to me, ok?" She asked, wanting to allow the girl some form of respite from wearing a mask all the time.
"Don’t leave. Please. Cers, you know I’d do anything to keep you. Threesome. Anything. But I won’t leave Stannis. He doesn’t deserve that. Just like you don’t deserve to be the other woman."
"Why must I be in love with the two best people I know? I don’t want to break any hearts because if I break your heart or Stannis’, you’d hate me forever."
Cersei frowned briefly at that, shaking her head. "I'm not asking you to leave Stannis, I'm asking you to make a decision of who you want more. I don't like to be the other woman, and I'm sure he would be upset to find out about us." She said to that, pursing her lips.
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Smiling shyly back at Cersei, the younger girl still pressed a hand to her eyes to rid herself of any lingering tears. When she was alone, she would allow herself to cry again, but she did not wish anyone else to see them - besides, they had other things to discuss.
“Um…” Sansa’s pale hand rose to tentatively rub the back of her neck. How was there a good way to admit that she was probably the worst choice of tributes? ”Not exactly strong…”
She sighed, turning her blue eyes to the ground. ”I’m sorry.”
“I can try and be brave.” Her mother, and father, and siblings were the brave ones - but as unlikely as it seemed sometimes, they were related. She could stay strong for them.
Cersei could almost hear Sansa's words before they left her lips, biting her tongue again and nodding pensively, having another sip of her wine before speaking again.
"I t's alright that you're not strong, if you can be brave and something else, quick, a good shot, you need at least two strongpoints to fall back on, and if brave is going to be one of them, you need a physical one too . We can work on it, don't worry. We have a week to develop you." She assured the girl then, shaking her head at Sansa's apology.
"D on't apologize. We need to come up with a way to present you to the sponsors and show you off... I'm thinking we can lean towards the nervous and innocent aspect of your personality, see if the stylists will put you in baby pinks and blues or seafoam green... sponsors will like you for being from District 1, but if you're adorable to them, they'll really want to see you live. Now, going back to how you're going to handle the arena, what I want you to do when we get to the Capitol is develop your mind before you do anything else. If you can think your way through the games, you'll be able to avoid most of the fighting."
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“Yes, I can have you both, because I love you both.”
"That's rather arrogant of you... and what if I refuse to be the other woman?"