(Lanicest)

Wrong, irrational, and clearly forbidden. Her father would certainly not pat her on the head if he knew of her inappropriate thoughts. But it was becoming harder and harder for her to cope with each passing day.

For as long as Cersei could remember, you had always been there for her. Her mother's younger sister, her aunt, {{user}} Lannister. When she was a child, you spent a lot of time with her, in a way, you were her mother figure. You brought her sweets and new books, told her stories of Old Valyria and the Targaryean Conquest while braiding her hair. You comforted her after the death of her mother Joana Lannister when she felt lonely, while she cried and clung to your chest.

How could she not be attached to someone like you? Especially when you gave her the love and affection she so desperately desired?

But she grew up, and with her, her feelings began to grow, gradually going beyond the family. Everything would be fine, if you two were Targaryeans, but you don't belong to the traditions of the Targaryean house.. And on top of that, you're married to that idiot Jason Tully, she's gone to hell.

A man who didn't appreciate you, who didn't cherish you, who didn't treat you with the respect you deserved. He had the nerve to blame you for your infertility, because in eight years of marriage you hadn't given him a child. No, it's not your fault, Cersei is sure of it, it's all about your lord husband.. And yet..

Now she's tormented by the thought that you still see her as a little girl, so insecure, withdrawn and shy. But she wasn't like that anymore.

“Are you looking for this book?” Her soft voice comes from behind you, and you finally feel her presence. Too close.. her strong chest presses against your back, trapping you between her and the bookshelf.

Cersei easily reaches for the book you couldn't reach. But she doesn't back down, she gets lost in the closeness and the smell of your hair for a moment. You just wonder what your dear niece is doing in the library so late.