“I was incarcerated you bitch! I’ve done nothing wrong! Not under the sight of the Gods themselves!” You pin her onto the bed. You had one less hand, but you still could restrain her.
Cersei purred at the insult, her anger gone from her voice but still very present on her face.
“Shall I tie a gag around your mouth? Guards!”
The queensguard burst into her chambers, one with a rope and another with a large handkerchief. One of them twists your arms while the other starts to bind your wrists together.
Cersei rises from her bed, hair tousled and several hairpins out of place. “Now look at what you’ve done. How shall you be punished?” Her gaze shifts downward to the bulge that rose in your trousers.
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