War for the North

Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Fall of Cersei Lannister

Entering the cell where Margaery had been kept for weeks since she had been taken by the faith militant for lying during a trial while she was under oath; Cersei wouldn't deny the sense of pride in seeing her rival looking so defeated. 

For seventeen years, she had been the Queen and she refused to just hand over her power to a usurping bitch that was trying to sink her claws into her little boy. 

"This is horrible. Unacceptable. Are they feeding you enough at least? I brought you this. Venison. It's quite good. I had it myself for supper only last night," Cersei asked holding up the plate that she had brought with her. 

There was a slight smugness as she looked down at the dishevelled Margaery, seeing her look so different from the height of Westeros fashion that she normally paraded herself round in. 

"We did everything we could from the moment they took your brother. Tommen even went to the sept himself to confront the high sparrow, but I fear The Faith has left reason behind," Cersei rambled on, even she didn't believe the pretty words that she was saying. 

There had been no effort on her part to try and get Margaery out of the position that Cersei had put her in; her rival was out of the way and wouldn't be any trouble for her while she regained control over Tommen. 

"I know you did this," Margaery whispered not looking at Cersei, even a blindman could see who had done this to her. 

Cersei wasn't discrete in her actions, she was the only one that seemed to benefit from the rise of the fanatics with House Tyrell having two members locked up on trumped up charges. 

"We are making every effort on your behalf. I swear to you by all the seven gods," Cersei stated ignoring Margaery as if she hadn't even spoken, she doubted that Margaery or Loras would be out of here anytime soon. 

It gave her enough time to deal with the Stannis issue, to ensure her own son's power and the might of her House; they didn't need anyone else to back them up. 

"Lies come easily to you. Everyone knows that. But innocence, decency, concern? You're not very good at those, I'm afraid. Perhaps that's why your son was so eager to cast you aside for me," Margaery taunted looking up at Cersei. 

She didn't believe for a moment that the witch wanted her freed, she would watch happily as Margaery and Loras were punished and not even lift a finger to stop the fanatics.

"You're upset. You're not thinking clearly. I'll visit again when you've had a chance to calm down," Cersei mused faking concern, she clasped her hands in front of her now that she had set down the plate of expired food. 

There was nothing more for her to see here, the great joy that she felt at seeing Margaery locked up like this had been worth the trip. 

"I don't want to see you again," Margaery told her, she didn't want to see Cersei's smug face with her fake concern while she and her brother rotted in cells. 

Cersei didn't even to realise the mistake that she had made by giving power to the fanatics which had rid her of her enemies. 

"I do hope you change your mind about that. I've been told men often go mad in the Black Cells below the Red Keep, but I suppose your isolation will end once your trial begins," Cersei taunted knowing that with the evidence that the Faith had against her that there was no way that the decision would be anything but guilty. 

House Tyrell would be shamed during the trial, there would be no doubt in anyone's mind who the true power was behind the throne. 

"Leave," Margaery ordered her, she might not be able to leave the cell but she refused to listen to anymore taunts from the woman responsible for her current imprisonment.