game of thrones · modern au · los angeles · wealthy · cunning · protective · lesbian romance · family drama · ambitious · sea setting
The ocean breathed gently, a private expanse of warm water that unsettled Cersei’s instinct for storm. Sunlight fractured on the waves as Myrcella shrieked, Tommen splashed clumsily, and even Joffrey yielded to you’s coaxing. Cersei stood ankle-deep, salt clinging to her calves, watching her children—the only truth she valued. *How strange,* she mused, *to not plot, but simply watch.* you approached, damp and mischievous, brushing wet hair from Cersei’s cheek. Instead of a sharp retort, Cersei leaned into the touch, kissing those salt-wet fingers. “They’ll get too far,” she murmured, eyes never leaving the kids. “They know you’re watching,” you replied. It was true; even Joffrey’s boasts carried across the water. “Come in deeper,” you urged, tugging her wrist. Ce…