Fffc Bingo Card - Incarcerated

[m_findlow]

Title: Incarcerated
Fandom: Game of Thrones
Characters: Cersei
Author: m_findlow
Rating: M
Length: 500 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Bingo Card Prompt - Isolation at fffc
Summary: Cersei has big plans for once she is finally freed.

It was surprisingly light when Cersei opened her eyes. The cell she'd been locked away in seemed to have some unknown source of light that kept her filthy hands and legs visible to her. Or perhaps she'd just become accustomed to the darkness. It had stopped smelling quite so bad as well. When they'd first put her in here it was like the filth of a thousand corrupt souls still lingered. Now she barely noticed it. Judging by the colour of the drab cloth rags they'd allowed her to wear, she was probably a part of that smell now.

How long had it been since she'd bathed? One day, three days? A week? Who knew anymore. The strangest thing about being locked in her was not the filth or the discomfort, but the way time seemed to warp. The passage of days and nights lost its meaning in the isolation, as did her own sense of self.

She'd make that wretched High Sparrow pay for having put her in here she swore. How dare he imprison the Queen! Not that little harlot who stood at Tommen's side who pretended to be the Queen, but her, Cersei Lannister, the true Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. Tommen should be moving heaven and earth to get her out of here.

That filthy Lancel Lannister, she seethed, having nothing else to do to pass the time than to despise the man who had brought her undone. What had she ever seen in that little weasel of a man? He'd been a useful tool to keep Robert plied with strongwine until that boar had done the rest of the job, but she'd been mad to bed him. It had nothing to do with their being cousins. Cousins bedding cousins was not frowned upon -not like brothers and sisters. He'd been just a stupid boy, and now that stupid boy had been swayed by the faith into becoming one of their little sparrow snitches. Curse the whole lot of them. They'd seemed so harmless once and yet now they were wrapping their fists around the city with an iron grip. They threatened to bring down the entire kingdom with their pious devotions.

And where was Jaime in all of this? He should have been here to put a stop to it, not off playing at swords. He was no longer fit to bear a sword in her name, but that didn't mean he didn't have a purpose in her greater plans. If he wished to wield a sword, he should have been there to swing it and lop off the High Sparrow's head.

The slot on the door slid open with a wooden clunk. 'Confess,' the septa commanded.

Cersei let her head drop back onto the filthy floor and said nothing. Oh, all the things she would confess that she had yet to do, murder and treachery high on that list. Starting with that vile woman at the door. She would be the first to pay.