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It could have been a trap. It would have been such an easy task getting rid of him this way. And yet the fear of never seeing Elle again hovered above his head like a Valyrian steel blade - he simply had to risk it.

The two guards that returned had told him all had gone well, was what he said to Ellaria. And the other two are still with her for further protection. All would be well.

Elia was with him. His paramour was with him. The entire retinue he had brought to King’s Landing was with him. Eight soldiers were with him. No one would dare harm him.

When he had first laid eyes on Elle as she walked down the stairs towards him, he thought he had seen double. Flanked by two Kingsguard and two of his own soldiers, she had looked so alike Cersei Lannister, it had almost seemed like the queen had duplicated herself. But no, that was his Elle. Decked out in the very kinds of finery and jewels she had so despised in Dorne.

No scars marred her face, either, he noted. Perfection, some might say. A lie was more fitting.

He had almost walked towards her with a smile, greeted her as he had so often before, but she quickly lowered her gaze and fell into a deep curtsy. Flawless, just as he had taught her.

“Prince Oberyn,” she said.

He brought out no words, so he merely bowed in response.

Cersei Lannister glared at him when he looked up again. “You know what to do?”

“Of course. Have no fear.”

She disappeared with one of the Kingsguard after hugging her daughter so tightly Oberyn feared Elle might break.

“Where is your cane?”

She did not look at him, kept her eyes fixed to the gate before her, kept her hands buried into the fabric of her deep red dress.

“I have to be perfect for tonight,” she whispered. “My mother gave me something for the pain. No one will know.”

“You were almost butchered a moon ago, showing weakness is not-”

“Showing weakness is unacceptable.”

And he realised in this moment that the person standing before him was no longer his little sunshine, but the Princess Cerelle of the Houses Baratheon and Lannister. A shell of her former self, little more than a puppet to be molded into whatever Tywin Lannister desired.

a prelude to tomorrow's chapters of house of lies, city of blood

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If modern au Jon could do anything, what do you think he’d want to do? Like did he ever have a dream? Does he still have one? I think it was mentioned briefly that he’d wanted to be a police officer or in the military or something but I’m not sure

hm, i mainly imagine him as the complete opposite of cerelle, meaning he has never known what to do with his life, whereas she has always had dreams and aspirations ever since she was little. he only knows that whatever job he eventually does, it should make him happy. and now that he is in a relationship with cerelle, jon has decided to take each day as it comes, to simply live with her by his side for as long as he is able to.

also the thing with the military was mostly a backup plan, for if he truly doesn't find anything.

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i just had. a premonition. of what to do with tywin and jaime in sapphire steel.

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tell me, who still holds you in such high esteem, besides me | j. snow x fem!oc

part 4 of the modern!holiday au

summary: jon has doubts on where his career should go next. cerelle helps ease them in more than one way.

contents: modern au, labour day/may 1st, smut (phone sex, mutual masturbation, dirty talk)

words: 2552

author's note: when someone finds out which song i've been naming this au after it will be so over for me

tag list: @sunraysoverthevalley @idohknow

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"I miss you."

"I miss you more."

"I miss you most."

He hears Cerelle chuckle at the other end of the line. "You've become so needy."

"Maybe that's what happens when my girlfriend abandons me after we’ve only been together for a week."

She gasps in pretend offense. "I will simply kidnap you next time and take you with me."

He knows he should not like the thought as much as he does, and to suppress the heat rising in his cheeks he quickly changes the topic.

"How is Oldtown?"

"It's beautiful." The smile in her voice is audible. "The citadel is so much bigger than you'd think looking at it from the outside. There are so many parks and museums and the public transport is actually reliable, can you believe it?"

He hums. "Sounds like a dream."

"It is. Everyone at the seminar is so friendly, I truly wonder why I chose to study in King's Landing. They took me to see the beach yesterday." She is quiet for a moment before she adds, "I'm taking you here in the summer."

"Are you so sure I'll like it?"

"I know you will."

Cerelle's life sounds so wonderful, even if he has heard her despair about the volume of her coursework on more than one occasion, and even if he does believe her words that law is one of the most difficult things to study. Especially at Blackwater Private University, which is the kind of elite institution that expects exclusively top grades from its students.

She likes it, is what she says after every rant. She likes what she will be able to achieve with her degree, the change she will be able to affect in the world. The seminar she is currently on is part of that - a whole week all about public defense, something that is not focused on in the slightest in her normal university.

He loves hearing the passion in her voice, and knows any doubt seeping past is only momentary.

“How are things at work?”

“Uh, good, I think.” He drops down on his bed. “Same as always. Although…”

“Yes?”

Oh, how desperately he wishes she were here now. She could hold him in her arms and gently pet his hair and assure him it would all turn out well. Conversations over the phone never give him what he truly desires.

“I might need some advice,” he says.

“Of course. What is it I can help you with?”

He clears his throat. “Uh, so…” How is he supposed to begin this? “As you know, I am not a mechanic, even though I work at a car shop and sometimes help with fixing up the cars and bikes that come in. I mostly do delivery work, carry around heavy stuff, and generally do anything the others have no time for.” He pauses for a moment. “Well, my boss, he… He told me today that he thinks I have genuine talent. He is good friends with the principal at one of the trade schools, and so even though the enrollment window for next year has already passed, he could still get me in. I could become an actual mechanic.”

“Jon, that is wonderful.”

His lip trembles and he presses the back of his hand to his eyes. “Yeah, it's just… I don't know if I want to do it.”

“Why?”

“I mean, I never planned to work there in the first place, it just sort of happened out of necessity. And what if I start the school and it turns out I don't like it? What then? I don't have any other options.”

“And would it be so bad if you hated it?” she asks carefully. “At least then you know being a mechanic isn't for you.”

“I would waste a month of my life. Maybe more.”

“Time spent on finding yourself can never be called a waste.”

He considers her words, turns the possibilities around in his head. “And if I don't like it, what then?”

“Then you find something you do like. The world is so big, you cannot possibly have discovered everything there is.”

“Why is this so complicated?” he says with a groan.

Cerelle laughs. “That's life, Jon. If it were easy you'd destroy the entire industry of self-help books.”

He wants to join in, wants to chuckle and make fun of their weird world, but he still can’t.

“There’s also…” He turns to the side, pressing a pillow to his stomach. “What would your family say when they find out you're dating a mechanic?”

She is silent for a moment. “Jon-” The name feels so soft coming from her lips. “You should not base your future on strangers’ opinions.”

“They'll not be strangers soon.”

“You shouldn't base them on friends’ opinions either. Or mine. You have to think of yourself, and of what you want out of life and your career. And only if you sincerely cannot decide between two equally great options, then you can take other people into consideration.”

(He wonders how much of her own experience guided that monologue.)

It sounds right, and like a reasonable thing to do. Yet the mere notion he could be selfish for once and have no one admonish him for it feels strange. Uneasy.

“Is there a way to make the decision easier?” he asks.

“How about you tell me every positive and negative about trade school?”

Yes, he thinks. That's easy, he can do that.

“Well,” he starts. “If I go through with it I will finally have a degree. I will earn more, I could switch to a different workplace if I want to, I could even open my own shop. During school, I can apply for grants, so even if I work less I will survive.”

Cerelle waits a moment before she asks, “And the negatives?”

“It's been so long since I've attended school, I fear I might have unlearned how to, well, learn.”

“I could help you with that, if you want. What else?”

“The school is not very close to my apartment. And even with grants, if my landlord raises the rent again I will get evicted.”

“Is there a student dormitory? Larger schools typically have one, you could try to get a place there.”

That is… actually not such a bad idea, he realises. It would solve the problem of living in Flea Bottom, the problem of the unreliable power supply, the problem of the constantly fluctuating rent, and the problem with Ygritte now knowing where he lives.

(He doesn’t like talking to Cerelle about that last thing. She has already done so much for him, it would feel unfair to burden her with the knowledge he now looks over his shoulder every time he walks home in the evening.)

“Anything else?” she asks.

“Besides the thing with your parents-”

“Which doesn't count.”

“Yeah, which doesn't count.” He takes a breath. “There's nothing else.”

“Then it sounds like the choice should be pretty easy.”

And maybe that's the thing that he fears most. That the solution has always been right at his fingertips.

“It will all turn out well, Jon. You’ll see.”

“Easy for you to say.”

She is quiet for a few moments, and he fears he has angered her in some way, but then she says, “Would you like me to help you relax a bit? Distract you from all that?”

“How?”

“Tell me, my love, what are you doing right now?”

He will never not blush at hearing that nickname.

“Uh, I'm lying in bed.” He clears his throat. “Nothing special.”

“Mmh, the one we had sex in for the first time?”

“Yeah, I don't have another one.”

Cerelle laughs. “Tell me, do you ever lay there awake at night thinking about me? About what you could do to me if I were there?”

He wants to answer, yet finds no words.

“Or what I could do to you? I believe I still owe you one orgasm.”

“Yeah, uh-”

“When I get back, what is the first thing you will do?”

He tries to shift his hips so his pants don’t constrict his dick so uncomfortably. “Uh, I think I’ll kiss you.”

“And then?”

“I’ll kiss you again.”

She laughs once more, the sound, even across the distance, driving him insane. “Oh, Jon. It seems as if I will have to take charge when I return.” He hears her shifting on whatever bed or couch she is lying on. “After you have kissed me until we are both dizzy, I will press you against the door like I did our very first night together. Then I will fall to my knees, and slowly start unbuckling your belt and opening your jeans. I will pull them and your underwear down just enough so I can wrap my fingers around your-”

“Cerelle.”

“What? Are you hard already?” He hears the smile in her voice. “That’s not fair, I had a whole monologue planned.”

“Is this your definition of relaxation?”

“It is, if you finally start masturbating as I talk.”

He has to bite down on his lip to stop the moan from spilling out, and even though he presses a hand on the bulge in his pants, it brings him little relief.

“Have you never touched yourself to the thought of me?”

Of course he has. But how could he ever tell her that? How could he ever tell her that he spilled into his hands more times than he could count while she was fasting? All while chanting her name like a prayer into the thin fabric of his pillow.

“Once or twice maybe,” he breathes out.

“Yeah, me too.” She takes an audible breath. “It feels strange. I’ve never done that with anyone.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Usually I am quite content with just the sex but with you… You are constantly on my mind, my love, and I am helpless to stop it.”

He doesn't even feel that terrible when he squeezes his dick through the fabric of his jeans, because it seems she would have done the same. Is perhaps doing the same, right this very moment.

“Could you continue?” he breathes out. “What you were saying before.”

“Of course, my love. Would you like to remind me where I left off?”

There is that undertone to her voice again, that downright seductive nature to her words that makes him go mad.

“Y- You just took my pants off.”

“Ah, yes.” She chuckles. “I would have just pulled down your jeans and underwear to wrap my fingers around your dick and drag it out. It will already be hard, and just a few strokes of my hand will make it throb and leak. I will put the tip in my mouth to lick up the pre that is escaping, but then quickly remove it again and start beating you off.”

He groans, louder than he should have, and quickly presses the palm of his hand against his dick.

“I will take you slowly,” she says. “Carefully run my tongue along your length, trace the veins and kiss the head until you almost collapse into your arms. Only then will I take you fully into my mouth. But I will be slow, slow enough to never get you close to release, slow enough to make you last the entire night.”

And then he moans, loud and clear, and he quickly has to slap his hand over his mouth to muffle the sound.

“Jon.” Cerelle's already deep voice has dropped another octave. “Take out your cock.”

How she knows he still hasn't opened his pants is beyond him, yet he doesn't dare question her and hastily follows her commands.

He doesn’t undress, only pushes his clothes just far enough down to wrap his hand around his dick and pull it free, giving it a long and duly needed stroke from base to tip. Everything would be dirty afterwards, and he'd likely need to change even his sheets, but he does not care. Not when Cerelle starts speaking again.

“Can you go nice and slow for me? Can you control yourself, my love?”

“N- No. Not when you call me that.”

She laughs. Quietly, hoarsely, and the hiccup in her voice tells him she might be touching herself as well.

“Then tell me what you are doing,” she says softly.

He feels so terribly stupid relaying all his actions to her. His cheeks burn from embarrassment even as he rubs the pre escaping from his tip all across his dick, and then twists his fist harshly, making him moan even louder than before and interrupting his words.

“Sounds like you're enjoying this,” Cerelle says breathlessly.

“What are you doing?” he asks desperately. “Please, I have to know.”

“Rubbing my clit and wishing it was your tongue instead.”

Somehow, he can almost taste her essence in his mouth despite the hundreds of kilometres separating them.

“What else?” The hand on his dick speeds up, his hips slightly thrusting off the bed ever so often.

“I'm slipping my fingers further downward, circling my hole, and slowly starting to insert one of them.”

“Do it faster.” He moans. “I want to come with you.”

“You could slow down, if you're so desperate.”

And yet based on the silent squelching he hears, and the way her gasps and whines pick up, she has adhered to his command.

(It makes him feel… strangely powerful.)

Those are the last words spoken between them, because both of them start to become too focused on chasing their individual releases - yet still urged on by the sounds of the other.

Jon fucks his fist properly now. His hips snap upward the same time his hand comes down towards the base, almost mirroring that time Cerelle rode his cock.

A moan escapes his mouth.

He likes masturbating, likes hearing his girlfriend's chants in his ear as he does it even more, likes imagining she is just as lost to the pleasure as he is. And yet he knows it should be her hand around his dick right now. Her long and slender fingers, still so incredibly soft, running along his length as he hugs her close to himself and buries his face in the crook of her neck.

When she comes back, he will suggest it to her.

Minutes pass. Perhaps hours. Then Cerelle moans out his name - long and pronounced - and the knowledge she has just come makes him reach his own orgasm in no time.

His hand is sticky afterwards and his clothes definitely in need of a proper wash.

“Are you alright?” she asks. “How are you feeling?”

“So good. Thank you for this.”

She hums, and he wonders if he could ever hear her sing. “Well, I got something out of this, too. Which means I’m still only one behind.”

He smiles at the mention of their game. “You will regret the day you challenged me.”

They keep the call up as they clean themselves, drink some water, and slip into different clothes. Neither of them suggested it, they simply… do.

Afterwards, as he sits on his bed and stares out of the window into the dark night, and she asks him if he has decided where to take his future, he has an answer.

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author's note: because even karl marx said "if you want to dismantle capitalism, you first need to have hot, steamy phone sex"

anyway, i hope y'all liked this chapter. it's a bit shorter than what's typical of this au, but the two chapters on mother's day should make up for that (yes, you read that right. two chapters.)

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what do we think of a cerelle x jon smut one-shot set somewhere during house of lies? with a lot of angst, longing, and heartbreak?

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add-on, because i just saw @kingnlionhearts use their oc's creation as a "birth date". so if we go by that, cerelle would have been born in the first week of july, making her a cancer, which fits soo much better (water sign, negative polarity, referred to as moon children)

What would be your character's zodiac sign

cerelle was born on the 21st of december* - because it's the winter solstice - so she'd be right on the edge between saggitarius and capricorn. i've looked at the calenders and each says a different date where they end/begin, so i guess it's up to interpretation.

which is really funny because when i think of cerelle, i think of neither fire nor earth.

*(yes, even in medieval westeros. in sapphire steel she even says "her name day was close to the end of the year. the twenty-first day of the last moon.")

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paladin era dashboard simulator

(from this asoiaf fic)

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so when the golden paladin steals from a lord she's "a hero" and "our saviour" but when i do it i am "a wanted criminal"

🛞 darryofdarryofdarry Follow

they did also pursue her for being a criminal. not to be mean but that is a pretty big part of the songs. that she is a wanted criminal

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this is "phony king of west'ros" erasure

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view from my window

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lord toadface just burned it down. fml

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the golden paladin is in my town and i don't know why everyone is so obsessed with her. she's just some guy

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ask her to sing you something

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op it's been one week are you ok

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i think she killed him

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i have... seen... things...

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oh shut up, when did she sing this northern trash

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LITERALLY LAST WEEK AT MY LOCAL INN

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also 169.39.239.44 robb stark knows your location

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“average person burns 3 villages a year” factoid actualy just statistical error. average person burns 0 villages per year. Butcher Ben, who lives in cave & burns over 10,000 each day, is an outlier adn should not have been counted

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i hope the paladin steps on me

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see, and that is the problem with today's youth. there is absolutely no awareness towards real-world issues and politics anymore, so much so that a majority of you are obsessing over an actual terrorist. and if you're not careful, lord lannister and lord vypren will punish you for supporting her

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"lord lannister" "lord vypren" just say you want to get fucked by them and move on

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i know someone else i want to get fucked by

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my liege's daughter is constantly playing these weird ass "paladin" songs. all day. at full volume. if this doesn't stop soon i might have to do a jaehaerys

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while it is very sad she has been kidnapped, i am glad over the pause in music

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oh no

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the paladin just visited stone hedge. i think i know who she would choose @ blackwoody

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she just threatened to kill your cousin

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and then flirted with another, you're not winning this

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my favourite genre of lord is the one absolutely obsessed with their lady wife. nothing can beat that

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benjiamin vypren and the golden paladin

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what. what do you mean by that. what intel do you have that us lowborn are unaware of

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what's the character that Cerelle would get surprisingly along with?

i already talked about her and joffrey, so that is no longer a surprise. hm, honestly, if she goes through a few more months of character development, i am inclined to say ramsay bolton

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If you could ship your OC with anyone else, who would you ship her with??

i mean, technically cerelle's had a bunch of other love interests throughout my story (my latest count was sixteen i think?), so the answer is *waves in general direction* all of those. but if you wanna know who i think would be best for her... i would go with either balon swann or willas tyrell

and if i'm allowed to go for characters from other franchises, then i really wanna see her in a throuple with rey and kylo ren from star wars. they're either gonna fix each other or destroy the galaxy, no inbetween.

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How does youd character feel about her siblings

cerelle has. so many siblings. but i'm not counting robert's bastards because they do not exist in a way she is aware of.

joffrey and her were actually surprisingly close. they are the two oldest and were raised with the same "i am a lannister i am better than you" mindset. they terrorised the castle together and even if cerelle didn't have such a cruel streak, she still liked her brother. he died before she could meet him again, so she'll never find out if they still would have gotten along after all these years.

cerelle... is ok with myrcella. kind of. see, i aged myrcella up a few years in my fic so that she has clear memories of cerelle's disappearance and the aftermath, and now she is the kind of awkward little sibling cerelle doesn't really want to spend time with. myrcella has always adhered to courtly rules, was always prim and proper, and therefore never fit into the dynamic between her older siblings. cerelle didn't understand myrcella.

tommen was born on the night cerelle ran away, so she has 0 feelings about him. but oh boy, will that change once she returns to court.

now elia sand. elia and cerelle are what you would call platonic soulmates. these two have done absolutely everything together, ever since cerelle fist set foot in sunspear. they love weapons and exploring and knightly tales and generally being a menace to everyone around them. the only reason cerelle hesitated leaving dorne was because of elia. these two understand each other like no one else does.

i haven't really fleshed out cerelle's relationship to the other sand snakes yet. the youngest two, dorea and loreza, weren't even born yet when she came to sunspear, and obella was 1 or 2. she likes them, but that's about it. obara, nymeria, tyene were a bit too old for cerelle to get really close to. i have, however, some ideas for sarella, but as they are still a bit vague, i will work on them a bit more before including them in a work.

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Describe ur character in 1 word

complicated

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How does ur character feel about her parents??

cerelle doesn't care about robert at all. while she was born early enough to probably have some good memories of the happy-because-he-is-a-decorated-war-hero-robert-baratheon, she also experienced in real time his descent into alcoholism and apathy. he wasn't a good parent from the get-go, and him wanting to betroth her against her will coupled with her finding out he isn't her real father gave her opinion of him the rest.

now jaime is complicated. while he definitely treated her well and almost like his own daughter, to her he was never more than the cool uncle. he knew all her hiding spots, always was the one sent to fetch her when she had run off into the city, but she never really questioned why he did all that. until she found out the truth. their relationship will be talked about more in house of lies going forward

oberyn was the best father cerelle could have ever hoped for. while, yes, he did play his own games with her and treated her just as much like a pawn as the royal court did, he did treat her the best out of all her parental figures. he fostered her interests, encouraged her to try out new things, and made sure she respected the people around her (something robert and cersei definitely never did). despite everything, she loves him to death.

now cersei. cersei is interesting. she is the only mother cerelle has ever known and the person cerelle was closest to before running away. cersei was always on her side, always with her, always protecting her. which is why her agreeing with robert on the betrothal broke cerelle's heart so much, and why she eventually fled. having her mother back is everything cerelle has ever wanted in her life.

also honourable mention to the absolute GOAT ellaria sand for seeing a scared and motherless child and making sure she felt at home in sunspear.

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What would be your character's zodiac sign

cerelle was born on the 21st of december* - because it's the winter solstice - so she'd be right on the edge between saggitarius and capricorn. i've looked at the calenders and each says a different date where they end/begin, so i guess it's up to interpretation.

which is really funny because when i think of cerelle, i think of neither fire nor earth.

*(yes, even in medieval westeros. in sapphire steel she even says "her name day was close to the end of the year. the twenty-first day of the last moon.")

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How do you pronounce Cerelle??

[sɜ:ɹɛɫ]

so basically, you take the cer- from cersei and then add elle. the r is a lot softer though, the last e isn't really pronounced, and the syllables are seperated ce-relle.

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cerelle should not have been at the club, she should have been a character in a german fairy tale movie