Getting stuck in conversations with Maester Pycelle happened far too often for your liking and it seemed that after each and every one, it got even more boring. Just the drone of his voice almost put you to sleep, let alone the boring repetitive content of the conversations. You tried to keep a pleasant smile on your face and nod along as though you were paying attention, but it felt impossible to keep up the façade when all you desperately wanted to do was fall asleep and escape from the conversation.

You did your best to interject to tell him that you needed to rush off to do anything but stand there but every time you went to open your mouth and bid him farewell, he seemed to find something else to talk about, even if it was something he'd already told you. Your life began to flash before your eyes, as you begun to accept that this might be where you died, succumbing to boredom, but luckily, your torture wasn't ignored by onlookers.

"Y/N," you heard a stern voice say from behind you.

You turned your attention to them, to see Cersei stood there with her arms crossed.

"Your highness," you smiled. "What do I owe the pleasure?"

"My apologies Maester, I must steal Y/N from you," Cersei stated.

You offered the Maester an apologetic smile before scurrying off to your queen, a sense of relief washing over you as the life returned to you. The two of you walked away from the man you had been trapped with until you were out of earshot.

"I cannot thank you enough," you smiled. "You are truly my saviour. I did believe I would have died from boredom if I had to listen to him any longer."

A smirk curled up on Cersei's lips, one that you had seen far too often, but you weren't against seeing it again.

"Well I do believe I have something to offer you that will be far more... stimulating," she said, letting her teeth toy at her lower lip after she finished her sentence.

Your eyes lit up, knowing exactly what she was insinuating but knew better than to show your excitement as she'd likely take away the offer completely.

"And what would that be, your highness?"

"You shall have to meet me in my chambers to find out."

Before you could ask anything further, she walked away from you, knowing that you would be hot on her heels.

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