Daenerys made Cersei direct her to the Queen's bedchamber and locked the door behind them after they went inside.
She stood still for a moment, thinking of what she'd just done.
Surely this was her right?
The Lioness her prize for her finally fulfilling her destiny?
Kings had been known to make concubines of conquered Queens so why shouldn't she do the same?
She noticed the older woman trembling slightly, observing her with undisguised fire in her intoxicating green eyes and knew that she could have her any way that she chose.
"Take off your clothes." She ordered, sitting down upon the bed and waiting as Cersei defiantly stood fully clothed and did nothing.
"I will not." Cersei is brave, defiant in defeat. Everything a Queen should be.
"Do it. Or I will."
Dany stands, pulls Cersei to her, kissing her passionately and rips the older woman's gown apart in her desire to possess her.
Cersei offers no resistance as she is pushed to the floor. Dany looks at her, her breath quickening, as she sees the nakedness of the beautiful woman lying before her.
Cersei smiles as her, and opens her legs in invitation as she draws the young Queen down on top of her, kissing her deeply and ripping off her own clothing in return.
Dany gasps into Cersei's mouth as their womanhoods suddenly brush against one another. The Lioness gasps in return as the Dragon Queen begins to passionately move against her.
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In the morning Daenerys awakens to find herself in Cersei's arms. Dany takes the time to admire her beauty while Cersei tenderly strokes her hair.
"Queen you shall be..." The Lioness whispers, "Until there comes another, younger and more beautiful, to cast you down and take all that you hold dear."
"Who told you that?" Dany asks, her curiosity aroused.
"It doesn't matter now." Cersei says dismissively and smiles.
"There should be no secrets between us," Dany sits up in the bed, facing Cersei, "Not now. Not after..."
Cersei sighs heavily and looks deep into her eyes. "You changed my fate. That part of my life is over now."
"You were the only one left who was brave enough to face me," Daenerys says proudly. "Everyone else turned and fled against my dragons and my vast armies."
"What I did wasn't anything to do with bravery". Cersei says sadly and sighs, "I wanted you to kill me."
"I know." Dany kisses her again and smiles, "That's why you live."
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Later that day, Cersei is dressed simply, in a yellow dress that matches her hair, wandering the gardens as Daenerys attends to claiming her birthright. Suddenly, Jorah Mormont, the new Queen's most loyal ally, steps out in front of her and blocks her path.
"Ser Jorah, if you have something to say to me then say it. I'm hardly in a position to have you killed." She says flippantly, noticing the hand he has grasped firmly on the hilt of his sword.
But he does not strike her down. He dare not without Daenerys say so. But he loves her and is jealous. From her own experience, jealousy never does men any favours.
"The Queen is young and naive in the ways that you live by. For your own sake and hers it might be wiser to leave this place and go home to Casterly Rock. I'm sure that your brother would be delighted to see you again, especially as you two are still so close to each other." He leans in close, intimidatingly so, his voice barely raising above a whisper.
"Those rumours you heard are not---" Her voice rises, automatically set to deny everything. Even now.
"Don't even try to deny them. Everyone in Westeros and beyond knows...Even Daenerys." He grows more angry, his grip tightening upon the hilt.
"She's a Targaryen. Have you forgotten how for centuries they married each other?"
"If you hurt her I'll---" He draw his sword and Cersei steps back, closing her eyes and anticipating the blow as he raises his sword to strike her down.
"Ser Jorah! Leave us." Daenerys calls out and she opens her eyes to suddenly find the new Queen standing protectively in front of her. Jorah drops his sword, picks it up and angrily walks off.
"Jorah's very passionate about your safety isn't he?" Cersei remarks with a faint trace of jealousy that surprises even herself.
"He is a loyal and devoted friend to me. Jorah and your brother Tyrion will the be Hands of the Queen soon."
"And where will your actual hands be?" Cersei teases, laughing as Daenerys blushes for a moment, looks away and then laughs as well.
Dany's gaze settles on the view before her and she sighs contentedly. "I know nothing of this land or these people I have to rule. I need you to help me win the people of Westeros. I want you to be my Advisor."
"I was raised to believe that to make them fear you was true power. Everything I did, everything I was... It was wrong." Cersei protests, looking sadly at the same view.
"Dany turns to her and smiles. "Now you get to change all that. At my side."
"That will not go down well with the people. Or your supporters," Cersei sighs, looking away. "I'm not sure even I agree with it."
Daenerys hand finds Cersei's, she looks in at it in surprise. "They will learn to love you again, as well as me. We will restore glory and honour to these Seven Kingdoms, together."
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