#muse | cersei lannister

[thewokedragon]

Sometimes I remember the reason I got attached to game of thrones was because it was a story about outcasts the ones who didn’t fit into society, the exile, the bastard, the dwarf, the girl and the queen who wanted to be born male, the broken boy, the boy who was a brother but also a hostage… only for it all to end with the “others” as the bad guys and conformity to win

[musing-and-music]

A Clash of Kings, Tyrion IX

A Feast for Crows, Brienne VIII

Well, that’s a parallel between Cersei and Brienne that I clearly didn't remember before my re-reading. One is called so because it begins to be known in Westeros that she indeed slept with her brother, while the other carries clear signs of a bond to Jaime and calls his name in her fever

Two women, drastically different, who both love Jaime Lannister and have a significant impact on his life. One his first, the other his last

[ravarui]

Random HC generator

Shanks likes to eat straight coffee beans.

Shanks can't handle criticism.

Shanks almost drank the lethal dosage of caffine once.

Shanks has been to prison.

Shanks has chronic nightmares.

Shanks is smart but also very stupid.

Shanks has not showered in two and a half weeks.

Shanks sleeps in until noon.

Shanks can't sit in a chair properly.

Shanks knocks people over by hugging them.

Tony gets into Twitter discourse.

If the sorce media was a musical, Tony would be the one character that asks why everyone is singing.

Tony forgets to eat sometimes.

Tony has not showered in two and a half weeks.

Tony needs a nightlight to sleep.

Tony wakes up on November 1st and starts decorating for Christmas.

Tony has fallen asleep at their desk while working in the middle of the night.

Tony nearly drowned in a river as a child.

Tony desperately needs a hug but doesn't know it and refuses to ask for one.

Tony listens to 80s music.

Cersei is very good at walking in platform heels.

Cersei is a cat person

It would not take much for Cersei to turn evil.

Cersei will remind others in the midst of chaos how good they're being.

Cersei will go feral. Watch out.

Cersei has a diary that they write in with a glittery gel pen.

Cersei doesn't know how to say they're sorry.

Cersei is in your house.

Cersei cringes at their middle school yearbook photos.

Cersei set a public school on fire and got away with it.

John could easily survive The Hunger Games.

John is smart but also very stupid.

John uses two-in-one shampoo and conditioner.

John can beat you up, but wont.

If John likes someone, they will give them a pretty rock.

John has not showered in two and a half weeks.

John nearly drowned in a river as a child.

John doesn't own a single pair of matching socks.

John is unemployed.

John has been to prison.

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Tagging: @alyafae (For Pepper and Rhaenys) @theirmadness (For Dany and Sansa) @ofcrimsonenchantresses @smertzimy @medicus-felini and whoever hasn't done it yet!

[bellemorte79]

The Abject in A Song of Ice and Fire and Game of Thrones.

The abject status of Tyrion Lannister in his relationship with his father and sister (Cersei and Tywin).

His physical appearance is frequently used by his family to belittle and humiliate him. Tywin, in particular, is disdainful of Tyrion's physical disability and sees him as a stain on the Lannister family's reputation and his own personal curse.  He blames him for the death of his mother in childbirth, even though Tyrion is the only one that is completely blameless.  He did not ask to be brought into the world.  In one scene in A Clash of Kings, Tywin tells Tyrion, "You are an ill-made, spiteful little creature full of envy, lust, and low cunning." This shows how Tyrion's abject status is linked to his physical deformity, as well as his position within the Lannister family.

Cersei also uses Tyrion's abject status to undermine him, portraying him as weak and powerless. In A Storm of Swords, Cersei says of Tyrion, "He is a dwarf, a stunted twisted little monkey who's no fit consort for a queen." Cersei's use of animalistic language here further emphasizes Tyrion's abject status, as she portrays him as subhuman and less than fully human by representing him as a monkey.  This is similar to her father’s treatment of Tyrion in calling him a “creature.”  

Despite his family's efforts to marginalize and exclude him, Tyrion is a character who refuses to be defined by his abject status. He is highly intelligent and resourceful, and often uses his wit and cunning to outmaneuver his enemies. In A Clash of Kings, and on the show Game of Thrones in the Battle of the Blackwater, for example, he manages to repel an attack on King's Landing by using a hidden cache of wildfire to destroy a large portion of Stannis Baratheon's fleet.

By representing Tyrion as abject, Martin is able to highlight the often cruel and arbitrary nature of social hierarchies. Tyrion's exclusion from society is not based on anything he has done, but rather on factors outside of his control, such as his physical appearance and his family background. This serves as a critique of the unjust nature of social systems and the way in which they marginalize and exclude certain groups of people.

By portraying Tyrion as both abject and heroic, Martin is able to challenge the dominant narratives of heroism and villainy in fantasy literature. Instead of being a typical hero who embodies strength and perfection, Tyrion is a flawed and vulnerable character who is forced to navigate a hostile world in order to survive. Through his character, Martin is able to explore the complexities of power, politics, and identity, and to challenge readers' assumptions about what it means to be a hero or a villain.

Further Reading:

Young, J. R. (2021). Useful little men: George R. R. Martin's dwarfs as grotesque realists. Mythlore, 39(137), 77-95,77A

Felluga, D. (2011) "Modules on Kristeva: On the Abject." Introductory Guide to Critical Theory.  Purdue U.

[wolfmxther]

tags.

x. visage ; a maid as red as autumn with sunset in her hair

x. musing ; give me cersei lannister and you will see how gentle a woman can be

x. aesthetics ; the terrible fire of old regret is honey on my tongue

x. threads ; i do not frighten easily

x. answered ; i want to weep

x. house tully ; family duty honor

x. house stark ; winter is coming

x. eddard stark ; not my hair. ned loves my hair

x. robb stark ; king in the north

x. sansa stark ; she will grow into a woman far more beautiful

x. bran stark ; wouldn’t it surprise her to see you ahorse

x. arya stark ; as wild and willful as herself

x. rickon stark ; the small wolf howled for his pack

x. prompts ; always open

[isefyres-archive]

@dcviline asked: what are you suggesting ? (qarro @ cersei)

"I'm   not   suggesting   anything.   I'm   simply   stating   a   fact.   A   company   like   yours   does   not   cross   the   Sea   for   just   business."   And   she   can   see   through   lies   and   lies.   Eyes   say   a   lot   and   the   Queen   Mother   can   see   that   there   is   something   else   behind   them   arriving   here   for   business   and   deals.   Cersei   does   not   trust   them   around   her   son,   at   least   until   she   knows   their   intentions.   So   she   takes   hold   of   her   dress,   as   she   sits   before   him,   wine   glass   poured   for   both   and   the   queen   looks.  

"What   I   am   stating   is   that   you   are   here   for   more   than   just   business.   And   as   the   queen,   I   demand   that   you   tell   me.   Or   perhaps   you   would   prefer   the   hard   way.   And   trust   me,   we   have   plenty   of   those   here."   A   smile   is   braced   for   the   man   then.   It   holds   no   candle   of   happiness   but   it   is   tight   and   pressed.

[sigilsongs-a]

(``) muse tags. ROBERT

(``) robert baratheon . (tag)

[avalonia320]

Stories I'll (probably) Never Finish #2

I'm going through my old writing and posting scenes that I like from stories I'll probably never work on again.

Summary: Cersei Lannister can't afford the distraction of a mysterious stranger, even one that saved her life. She seeks help to break a bond she never asked for.

***

Cersei studied the crone before her, looking dispassionately at the bowl under her wrist, and the wound dripping red into it. The sorceress had said she needed to study Cersei’s blood, get a feel for the magic that now lived in it, and Cersei, despite Qyburn’s strenuous objections, found no reason to disbelieve her. 

“Can you do it?” she finally demanded, impatient with the long silences and the ancient woman’s mumbling underneath her breath.

The woman looked up.  Slowly, her lips widened into a smirk, made more grotesque by the dot of Cersei’s blood that lingered on the corner of her lips.

“I can do it. But the cost will be high.” 

Cersei waved a dismissive hand. “Name your price.”

“It is not that simple,” the crone inclined her head. “I’ll certainly take your coin, and enough to keep me in comfort for the rest of my days. But that is not enough. This blood bond was created through sacrifice. It will take an even bigger one to break it.

“It will take someone you love.”

“There is no one,” Cersei stared bleakly into the woman’s face.  “My children are gone. My brother has betrayed me. There is no one I love,” and as she spoke the words, she felt the world change, heard the lie she has spoken without realizing the lie, saw her face. Asteria.

“Ah,” the crone smiled. “You love her. The one you’re bonded with. The one you seek to betray.”

“What does it matter?” Cersei stared at her. “It changes nothing. I want the bond broken. And once it is,” she didn’t allow herself to hesitate. “She dies. Whether I love her is completely irrelevant.*”

“Oh, it’s not her death that will be the sacrifice,” the sorceress circled Cersei, pursing her lips thoughtfully. “It’s her love for you. You live for that. Deep down, in that cold, dead heart of yours, it’s your one comfort. That you are still loved. Not just feared. Not just desired. Truly loved. You think you’ll hold that to you once she’s gone, that it will be frozen in time and still forever true, that you are loved,” she shook her head.  “That is what you must give up.”

Cersei parted her lips but the crone was still speaking. “It’s you who must wield the knife. She must see your betrayal, she has to look in your eyes and know that you crossed her. And in that second, you have to watch her love turn to hate before you strike. That is the sacrifice that will break the bond. She chose you. Let her unchoose you.”

[multiversalentities]

TAGS.

[slvttiest]

Anyone want to give me a plot between Cersei Lannister and Jorah Mormont? Rare pair I know, but what I wouldn’t give for a plot where he’s been banished by Dany and he comes to Cersei. Give me a hateship where she sways him from Dany and it turns to passionate fiery love affair with a hot evil Queen who’s willing to give her personal knight anything he wants if he stays loyal.

[thesunsofdorne]

Continued from x - @twistedtangledfate

A rather bored look from the bastard who seemed too many a near princess.

“Conjecture without evidence, your grace regent,” Ellaria laughed despite herself. Were she truthful-- the bastard wasn’t angry, at least, not at Cersei specifically. More at the house of Lannister as a whole, and especially Tywin, but Tywin was dead, a divine mercy. Thank the love goddess of the isle of the free city of Lys she prayed too. Less regularly since Oberyn’s passing. She loved few as much as Oberyn Martell.

“Round and round we go, tearing one another apart. One is tempted to ask, where does it end? I certainly have no ill will, at least, for you, or your brother and lover—,” she said quietly.

“I believe you’ve got the wrong viper, I certainly cannot fault my daughters and stepdaughters for their rage, but I do not partake. Moreover, vengeance is a path, and one I, your Grace, do not choose. I pity your need and desire for it. I ask again, where does it end?”

[certainpride]

tags drop.

[ravarui]

When do you gaze at your soulmate (Round 2)

when they don't know you're there

you want to see who they are at their core. your love smiles for you. they put on a brave face. they tell you off when you're out of line and they encourage you when you know your mistakes are piling up. they're the one who is always there. but there are moments you catch them unawares and that is when you watch them. you want to see the expression their face takes when they aren't being brave for you. you want to see how they smile when it isn't designed to lift your own burdens. you want to see what they say to everyone else. how they talk about you. how everyone else encourages them or if they let anyone be there at all. you want to see what is underneath it all so you can prove that's who you love. the parts of them they try to hide. the parts they think you don't already know and adore.

when they're unaware

they don't always see you. but that's a good thing. this is when you love them most. when they are so absorbed in their thoughts you can just sit there and enjoy them existing. it's the way they move through the world which made you fall in love. the grace with which they walk their path. the stubbornness. the dedication. they know their place in the universe and somehow, that makes you feel a little more confident in your existence too. they know who and what they are and there is nothing more beautiful to you than the ability to witness it all. in the simple things and the big things. the expressions they make when they think no one is looking. the way they laugh when they're not holding back. the little swears under their breath for no one but themselves. you love it all and you want to spend the rest of your life being their life's witness.

when they're working

see this is what you love most. their eyes light up and no one can do it quite like them. whether they are a fighter or a healer. whether they are full of grace and gentle poise, or brute strength and wild energy, you love them when they are at their purest form. raw and unfettered. unadulterated by social cues and careful masks we all wear. when they are just them, trusting their instincts, using their experience, relying on the skills they earned. this is when you heart swells with pride. and you can never decide if you want to interrupt them and draw them into your arms with a hungry, appreciative kiss. or if you could sit there and quietly observe them for hours with more satisfaction than anything physical could bring.

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Tagging: Whoever hasn't done it yet!

[johannestevans]

"oh trans men are evil because they only want to be men so they can make more money and rape women"

no babe that's just you 😭 YOU wish you could rape (more) women! that's not universal!

also lewis and I have decided that if jaime lannister was in the modern day he'd be very roman roy-esque. they could do a podcast together

i'll go on the record saying that i honestly don't think the real problem in jaime and cersei's relationship is the incest. it's that cersei makes jaime top her (bc of her trans feelings that she hates and won't admit) even though he is a 100% bottom and she's a 100% top

cersei lannister is so funny because in a modern universe she'd be one of those virulent mumsnt TERFs who despises trans men and is constantly frothing at the mouth about them because she's too much of a pussy to transition herself but wants to so badly

[axelsagewrites]

Cersei Lannister*Morning

Pairing: cersei x f!servant!reader

Kinktober Day seventeen: mommy kink with Cersei Lannister – while she may be rough and callous to most others Cersei finds herself dotting on her sweet girl in her chambers each night

Word count: 691

Warnings: making out, thigh riding, nipple play, suggested further smut, mommy kink, smut 18+

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The morning sun streamed in from the large open windows, washing over your sweet skin. Cersei had been up for at least an hour but instead of rushing out the door to her duties she decided for one morning to indulge herself. You see she enjoyed this sight, sitting up in her large plush bed with your head on her lap and she stroked your soft hair she had spent all night brushing.

She admired your face, how it would randomly twitch when you sleep or how your lips would curl into a soft smile. When she saw your eyes begin to flutter, she smiled lightly, “good morrow sweetheart,” her soft voice helped you awaken from your peaceful night.

Your head raised slightly, looking up at the women through hooded eyes, “Mornin’” you grinned, a sleepy haze around your eyes that she loved. Cersei leaned down, placing a soft kiss to your lips.

Well, it was supposed to be but as she went to pull back your lips chased hers, a hand moving to rest on the back of her neck, “Well somebodies needy,” Cersei chastised, a slight smirk on her lips as you moved to settle back down on her bare thighs.

You were grateful for the thin night dress she wore, and she was grateful you had chosen to wear nothing at all as the sheets slipped down to reveal more of your frame. “Was dreaming of you,” you mused, your lips pressing soft kisses to her thighs.

“And these dreams, were they sweet in nature?” she asked, her lips pursing as she moved a finger under your chin to make you look up at her.

She admired the way the hair fell around your face and the teasing look on your lips, “No mommy,” you said, your lips curving around the second word in a way that made her crazy.

Without warning her lips crashed down onto yours, the softness gone from her voice as she instructed you to climb into her lap. You straddle her lap like you had done time and time again. After all she was your queen, and you were here to serve her. whether that be by hemming her dresses or leaving desperate kisses down her neck.

“What am I going to do with you?” she teased, pretending to think as her hands settled on your ass.

“Whatever you wish my queen,” you said, your lips moving to hover against hers, but you gasped as she left a spank to your ass, “Mommy,” you grinned, correcting yourself from your previous mistake.

“Good girl,” she praised her hands slipping up to the small of your back, pulling you in till your body was flush against hers. Her lips found yours in a hungry dance and somehow, they still tasted like the honey she had licked off of you last night.

While her hands moved to your hair, tangling themselves in the morning mess, yours moved to grab her breasts over her shift that did little to hide her perked nipples. You felt her moan into the kiss as your fingers circled over the perky buds, her tongue slipping in, and you made no attempt to fight it off.

Wordlessly she moved your leg till you were straddling her bare thigh. Your hips moved to grind down on her leg, one of her hands moving to your hip to guide you as you continued to play with her nipples. However now the kiss was mixed with moans and whines as your hips bucked against her leg, rubbing your clit perfectly and sending shock waves up your body.

It didn’t take long for you to reach your peak, crying out as you fucked yourself on her leg, “Mommy please,” the words making a devious light spark in Cersei’s eyes. You gasped as you felt your back hit the bed, Cersei climbing over your body in an instant, “My queen don’t you have to see the king this morning?” you asked as she kissed down your stomach.

“Fuck the king,” she said, her breath fanning over your wet cunt, “I have more important matters to attend to,”

Taglist: @clairacassidy @nyotamalfoy  @valeskafics

[inkandarsenic]

these hollow empty spaces (1)

“do what is right, not what is easy.”

My first Game of Thrones fic! Notably, this is not the idea I sent in an ask to @dipperscavern, but rather one sort of inspired by a separate ask. I tried to link both asks, but tumblr won’t let me. Anyhoops.

Synopsis: The youngest daughter of Tywin Lannister refuses to stand idly by, and the currents of fate shift.

Pairing: Robb Stark x Lannister!OC

Tags: slow burn, enemies to lovers but like enemies more in the political sense

Pt. 1

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The North passed outside the window in an endless expanse of rolling moors and sprawling forests – nature at its finest. The air up here was clean and cold, almost sweet after the stink of King’s Landing. Maybe that’s why Eleyna couldn’t stop drawing back the heavy curtains that kept the cold out.

Cersei huffed. “Must you stare out the window? It’s not as if there is anything interesting out there.” She glared at Eleyna. “You’ll make the children sick, they aren’t used to this dreadful chill.”

The children in question were playing a game quietly in their corner of the wheelhouse, and looked rather warm, if Eleyna was being honest. The only one who could complain of being cold was Joffrey, riding outside with Jaime. Eleyna rolled her eyes at her sister and let the curtain drop. “You are the only one complaining, dear sister. Forgive me for wanting to enjoy the beauty of the North.”

“The beauty of a frozen, barren wasteland?” Cersei scoffed.

“You’ve been in the city too long, Cersei,” Eleyna sighed. “The North is not a wasteland.”

“No?” Cersei waved a hand at the window. “How many cities have we passed? How many keeps?” She shook her head disdainfully. “It has been days since we saw civilization, if that swamp can be called such. Barren wasteland.”

Eleyna sighed and leaned back in her seat. “That swamp is Moat Cailin. It is the first defense of the North against Southron invasions and it has never been taken precisely because of the swamp it sits on. You should know this, Cersei, don’t you ever listen to Father and Jaime?” She smirked faintly. “Or do you and Jaime not… talk about such things?”

Cersei scowled. Her voice was sharp when she spoke. “I have better things to worry about than Northern defenses.”

Eleyna shrugged and looked back out the window. “Let us all hope you never lead a war then.”

“Spending all those years with only Father and Tyrion for company has made you paranoid,” Cersei scoffed. “Do you expect us to be going to war with the North sometime soon, sister? Ned Stark is Robert’s loyal dog, you know that as well as I. I don’t worry about Northern defenses because there is no reason to. Lord Stark is loyal to Robert, and Robert plans to betroth the Stark girl to my Joffrey. We will have Northern loyalty for decades to come.”

“You sound so certain,” Eleyna mused. She certainly wouldn’t want to be Sansa Stark — Joffrey had become quite the mean-spirited boy in her years away from the Red Keep, and she often wondered what happened to the sweet little toddler he’d been when she left. Maybe he’d be kinder to his future wife.

****

There is a surprising amount of people in the courtyard of Winterfell when Eleyna follows Tyrion out of the wheelhouse ahead of Cersei and the children. The entire Stark household came out to meet the King, it seems. From the corner of her eye, Eleyna can see Joffrey preening, and she rolls her eyes at him, turning away before he can see.

The Stark family makes up the first line of welcoming party. A tall, serious-faced man near Robert’s age (wearing his years better, in Eleyna’s opinion) stands next to a pretty red-headed woman – Ned Stark and his Tully wife. She can hear her father in her head — “Honorable to a fault – where does honor get you in war?” — as she watches Lord Stark and his household kneel before Robert. The King waves them to their feet and regards Lord Stark solemnly.

“You got fat,” Robert says. Eleyna scoffs internally — Robert enjoyed his wine and feasting, and it showed — and she watches Ned Stark raise an eyebrow pointedly before both men start to laugh. She resists the urge to shake her head and moves her attention to the rest of the Starks.

Eleyna means to scan down the line of children — five of them, and all close in age, gods above Lord and Lady Stark had been busy — but her eyes land on the Heir of Winterfell and stop. Robb Stark’s coloring is all Tully, like his mother, all dark auburn curls and bright blue eyes. The expression he wears is all Lord Stark. She wonders idly what he’d look like wearing a smile — something tells her it would light his face up.

Tywin had brought Robb Stark up exactly once, when Eleyna had come of an age to betroth. Robert had wanted Tywin to arrange a marriage between the Stark heir and the Lannister heir. Tywin had read the letter to her and then promptly thrown it on the fire. He was adamant that his heir would not ever marry into the North. “You are a lioness, my daughter, and no child of mine will be a wolf if I can help it.”

“— and my goodsister, the Lady Eleyna Lannister.” Robert’s voice filtered in, and Eleyna blinked. She’d been staring at the Stark boy too long.

****

Robb stood solemnly by his father as they filled the courtyard. He could guess at some of them by reputation alone — the tall golden haired knight must be the Kingslayer, Ser Jaime Lannister, and the boy next to him was likely the Crown Prince, Joffrey. The king — a larger man than Robb had expected, a man who looked as though he enjoyed wine — stopped in front of Father, and the two men stared at each for a long tense moment.

Robb looked past them as the king spoke jovially to his father and greeted his mother. The queen’s wheelhouse had made it — barely — into the courtyard. First out was a short, little man who shared the Kingslayer’s blonde hair. “That’s the Imp!” Robb heard Arya whisper.

Robb’s eyes caught on the next person to exit, a golden-haired girl who looked close to his own age. He mentally ran through the members of the queen’s family — with that blonde hair, how could she be anything but Lannister? — and decided this had to be Eleyna Lannister, Tywin Lannister’s youngest daughter. He studied her delicate features, softer somehow than her elder sister’s. Robb would never say it — hadn’t Theon just said that morning that the queen was proud and vain? — but Eleyna Lannister was, in a word, beautiful, moreso than her sister in his opinion.

The instant the introductions and ceremony were finished, Father and the king disappeared down into the crypts, and the Lannisters were escorted off to the guest wing. Robb found his eyes following the Lady Eleyna as she passed by him, her arm around the shoulders of Prince Tommen.

Theon thumped him on the shoulders. “Aye, she’s a beauty, isn’t she?” He inhaled through his teeth as he watched the Lannister heiress walk away. “You know I heard they call her the Golden Rose of the Westerlands? Gods above, imagine being the man to get to marry that?”

Robb didn’t want to imagine it, not when he could feel Jaime Lannister’s glare boring into the side of his head. Rather, he felt like any perceived slight against the Kingslayer’s little sister would earn him a sword through the back. He swallowed, and dragged Theon off out of Lannister’s earshot before he could get himself in trouble.

****

“You’re walking with the Stark boy tonight,” Cersei said as she swept into the library. Eleyna looked up from her book with an eyebrow raised.

“Good afternoon to you, too, Cersei,” she snarked. “What are you on about now?”

“Myrcella is far too young to be considered for a betrothal,” Cersei snapped. She sat dramatically in a chair across the table — Eleyna oft thought Cersei would have done well in a theater troupe. “And I will be dead in the grave before I see my only daughter shipped off North.”

“I wasn’t aware Lord Stark was seeking a marriage for his heir,” Eleyna hummed. She closed the book and eyed her elder sister. “Are you not concerned with offending our hosts? Custom dictates that eldest available son and the eldest available daughter enter together.”

Cersei waved it away. “He isn’t, as far as I know. But you know Robert. He’ll take any opportunity to join our family with his precious Starks. Bad enough that he’s already promised Joff to the eldest Stark girl. No.” She shook her head. “To hell with custom. The Stark boy will have to content himself with you instead of my sweet Myrcella. I will not have my only daughter placed in the hands of a Northern brute.”

“Cersei.” Eleyna had long since mastered the exact tone of voice Tywin Lannister used to keep his children in line — perks of growing up at her father’s knee — and Cersei rolled her eyes, but stopped insulting the Starks, thank the gods.

It was a long moment before Eleyna spoke again. “I will walk with Robb Stark.” Cersei started to smirk and Eleyna resisted the urge to hit her sister — as usual, Cersei had gotten what she wanted. She gritted her teeth as she spoke. “You… are not entirely wrong. Myrcella is rather young. She’d be better suited with the younger Stark boy. Bran, I believe his name is.”

“I knew you’d see it my way.” Cersei patted Eleyna’s hand and swept out of the room as Tyrion entered.

“That’s not—” But Cersei was already gone. Eleyna rolled her eyes.

“Cersei in the library?” Tyrion said with an air of incredulity as he took Cersei’s seat. “Whatever is that about?”

“It seems I’m to be escorted by Robb Stark this evening. Cersei is convinced that if he takes Myrcella, Robert will betroth her to the man.” Eleyna eyed her brother over the table. “I don’t know how and I don’t know why. But somehow, this is your fault.”

Tyrion shrugged, tapping idly. “You wound me, sister. You truly believe me so scheming?”

“Yes,” Eleyna said flatly. She shook her head and reopened her book. “You know as well as I how protective Cersei is of her children.”

“Her one redeeming quality.”

Eleyna’s lips quirked. “You said something to her. Admit it.”

“It is hardly my fault if our dear elder sister takes a jest seriously,” Tyrion said casually. “No real harm done, though. In fact, I do believe you will make a fine couple with the young Stark, should a betrothal actually form from this single escort.”

Eleyna snorted in a rather unladylike manner. “Father would sooner see dragons return.”

Tyrion couldn’t really disagree with that, but he shrugged anyway. “Stranger things have happened.”

Eleyna didn’t dignify that with a response.