Oct 7, 2013
what a pair we make
King's Landing in the fall was always something to behold. This autumn, however, found Cersei disinterested in the changing hue or the threat of a coming winter. Pregnant and feeling uncomfortable in her own skin -- which was not helped by the King's constant comparison of her body to a misshaped gourd. There were times she wanted to pluck his chin hairs out, one by one, while he slept.
With one hand braced against the small of her back and the other on the swell of her stomach, she entered the Great Hall looking for the King, but found instead, the Imp.
"Don't you have a skirt or two to look up? Why are you lingering here?"