As night fell Sansa, dressed in her sleeping robes, nervously paced the floor of the Queen's bedchamber. Cersei had been detained on some council business and had just sent word via a maid that she would not be much longer.
The girl felt the knife she had concealed in her sleeve. She knew everyone here at court saw her as a weak, twittering bird who sang pretty songs but she was a Stark of Winterfell like her father had been and far braver then any of them.
But the hour drew on and the Queen's bed started to look inviting,. If she just lay and closed her eyes for a moment then...
Sansa awoke a few hours later to find herself lying comfortably upon the Queen's bed. Cersei was now standing over her, smiling
''Forgive me. A Queen often gets unexpected petitions when she should be in her bed.' The Queen explained sitting down on the edge of the bed.
The girl watched her as she slowly began removing her clothing as if it was the natural thing in the world to have another in her bed at night.
''You should undress now.'' Cersei urged turning to face her.
Sansa blushed furiously at the sight of the naked woman before her. The glow of the candlelight around them made the Queen seem even more beautiful as she leaned over to help her.
The girls lips went dry.
Then her hands began to shake and her heart started pounding.
The closeness of Cersei's lips to her own suddenly began to grow extremely inviting.
Then she remembered the knife and why she was there.
''No!'' Sansa cries out moving away, closing her eyes and drawing her knees up to her chest.
''Sansa?'' The Queen's voice was gentle, comforting.
The girl felt gentle kisses upon her lips, her neck and began to feel light headed.
Cersei's hands were everywhere, sparking a sweet fire inside Sansa that quickly began to spread deliciously throughout her body. .
The girl opens her eyes wide, gasping, as her thighs are suddenly parted and the gentle kisses moving lower.
The Queen looked up at her then, smiled and claimed the girls lips for herself as she raised herself up and fitted Sansa's body to her own.
They stare at one another as Cersei slowly eases up the girls sleeping robes and joins herself to her with the same gentleness of her kisses.
Both close their eyes at the wonderful sensations that threaten to consume them both, the Queen moaning with pleasure, Sansa whimpering with voiceless need.
Cersei could not help herself. She took the girl again and again using her as a man would have.
In the end, as she finally came to the verge of her release, she was not even gentle any more, not that the girl beneath her seemed to mind as she moved against her in turn.
Sansa's hands held tight to the pillow behind her, her skin was flushed, her mind and body focusing only on the delicious pleasures revealed to her.
The Queen cried out above her. The girl felt herself do the same as if it was the most natural. Their bodies shuddering together as they found their release.
Spent passion soon gave way to sleep.
Cersei awoke in the morning to find Sansa astride her with a dagger tightly pressed to her throat.
''Do it then.'' The Queen urges grabbing the girls hand and pressing it deeper into her flesh.
Sansa's hand began to shake. The urge to kill Cersei was fading but she knew she had to do it.
She had to avenge her family...
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