Being called for to the Queen's chamber wasn't an uncommon occurrence. You were the head maid and had gotten to know her through doing your chores in her chambers and taking orders which there always were more. Rarely did she and her husband share their time, both spending every night back in their separate chambers. You couldn't remember the last time they shared a bed and with three heirs, two males, there was little reason for them to be together. If only the king knew the truth of their lineage, or the truth of how his dear Queen spent her time.

The King had been with more than one woman of the kingdom, and if anything, it was expected of the king to take pleasure in whomever he wished without complaint from his wife, however the same couldn't be said for her. She didn't wish to be intimate with her husband, but a woman had needs, she just had to have them fulfilled behind the back of her husband.

You had become one of the people she allowed to help with her needs. Even if you were a maid, she cared little for your status as it wasn't emotional, nor would anyone know. On the other hand, she treated you better than others and you were given privileges, the other servants didn't, and they weren't all based in the bedroom.

As you did regularly, you made your way to her chambers, offering a smile to the guards who assumed you were there to turn down the bed or do a last minute clean up as that would be what she sent as the message to you. Knocking on the door, she called out for you to enter. Closing the door behind you, you allowed yourself to take in the view you had come to enjoy.

Her long blonde hair fell in light curls down her back, a thin nightgown keeping her modesty, and with experience, you knew there wouldn't be anything below it.

"You wanted my company, milady?" You smiled sweetly.

"Is that an issue Y/N?" She asked, rising from her seat to approach you.

She allowed her hand to brush along your neck until it reached the back to untie the apron you wore in the false pretence of being there to clean. Cersei allowed it to drop to the ground leaving you in the cheap dress that consisted in your uniform.

"You know I have no issues with spending my time with you milady," you smirked.

"Then you shall have no issue in disrobing," she stated firmly.

Without missing a beat, you pulled the dress over your head, revealing your undergarments that Cersei had given you as you couldn't afford anything suitable for a woman of her status.

"Where is Ser Lannister?" You asked. "You do not call for me unless he is unavailable."

"Do not speak of Jaime," she stated, pushing you backwards onto her bed that was almost as large as your room.

"My apologies, milady," you whispered, not wishing to anger her.

"'Tis fine," she smirked, pulling at the ribbon of her nightgown allowing it to drop to her feet. "Tonight, you shall just have to pay for your loose tongue."

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Written by Charlotte.