Cersei slowly lifted her foot over the shrunken prostitute who began scurrying away from the normal sized queen. Cersei tapped the toe of her shoe on little Shae's back knocking her down. Cersei gently placed the toe of her shoe on the shrieking woman's leg until she felt a small snap under her foot followed by tiny squeaks of pain. Cersei smiled wickedly as she bent down to get a better look at the injured Shae. " Hmm, it appears I have broken your leg. Don't fret, I will end your suffering."
She loved the feeling of power she had over the pitiful little creature at her feet. She despised being so frail, she stood at a very petite and modest height. Sure she had some of the greatest soldiers in Westeros under her rule, but if they aren't around she is very vulnerable. This potion changes that.
Cersei stepped down overjoyed by the sounds, feeling, and the power rush all blending into a cocktail of ecstasy. Cersei cringed at the blood splotch on the sole of her shoe. About this time a Kingsguard entered noticeing the small stain but didn't pay much mind to it. " Pardon, my Queen. Your event is prepared." Cersei politely thanked him for the update, she had completely forgot. Then she looked at the potion and remembered the alchemist made an abundance of the brew as a mischievous look crept over her face.
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