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She hadn’t spoken to Jaime all day. He enjoyed this beyond means, these tourneys. Of course he did, they gave him an opportunity to demonstrate what a brave and chivalrous knight he was, to show off. And the endless praise father would always bestow on him after he won a joust. It was sickening. Yesterday had been such a busy day, full of events. Practice jousts and sword fights, the opening ceremony, the feast to start the events. Jaime had been ushered off to the table where all the other competitors and knights were seated. You could practically see him swooning like a young maiden at Ser Brynden. The Blackfish was only too happy to indulge Jaime with what appeared to riveting tales.
I should be there, Cersei thought resentfully. Instead, she’d been left at a table full of silly young girls sputtering on about the handsome knights. Occassionally she’d throw a glare at the bunch at the other end of the table who kept eying Jaime and giggling. Father had her seated on end with the Tully girls.
“It’d be wise for you to learn which maidens are worthy to become your ladies in waiting once you’ve married Prince Rhaegar, Cersei”. At least father had some faith in her beauty and the effect it had on men. It’s a shame he underestimates me in every other way.
Catelyn Tully seemed to be a very polite lady. She was smart, nowhere near as stupid as those tramps who were giggling once more.
“Your brother Edmure, he’s a little young to be competing in the tourney this year” Cersei found it easy to make pleasant small talk after a few glasses of Dornish red, “with no kin in the games, who will you be giving your favour to Lady Catelyn?” Her blue eyes widened, surprised by this line of conversation. Definitely a prude.
“Aah, uh well, Lord Brandon came and asked me earlier if he could wear my ribbon during his joust.” Ah, so that’s whom she’s keen on.
“My, my, I was under the impression Northerners considered themselves above competing in tourneys.”
Cersei chanced a glance in the hall to see where Lord Brandon was, though from his notorious womanizing she was certain that he would’ve found other company for the evening. She wondered if Catelyn knew, no doubt she did, but she played the part of the lady so well. Lord Hoster must be so proud, a daughter who abides by social graces and embodies the pure notion of innocence without fragility.
As the evening continued on Cersei found herself quite entranced by the Tully girl that she’d almost forgotten how much she hated Jaime. She almost saw something in her, a path she could’ve taken, the type of lady Cersei could’ve become had her circumstances been different.
“Lady Catelyn, this is my first visit to Riverrun, perhaps you could show me about the grounds some time tomorrow?” Catelyn smiled and gladly obliged.
And, despite herself, Cersei had to admit the young trout was quite beautiful with those big blue eyes and soft auburn hair. But her smile was her crowning glory. They brought out her soft dimples, an innocence that stirred something within Cersei. Her kind smile brought such warmth and beauty to her face. Her face would look even better between my legs.
It appeared that this Tourney might not be a disaster yet. Cersei had certainly found some entertainment in this godforsaken fish tank.