So what if all those common people had died? Why was Margaery telling her about this?
"And who invited Lord Walder Frey anyhow?" she said. "I mean, he looks like a caretaker."
She laughed at her own joke, the fool.
"I wouldn't know" said Cersei. "I am not familiar with caretakers let alone what rags they choose to wear. What matters to me is the Cup, our Cup."
"Indeed" said Margaery. "And our yacht. The Yacht of the Queen."
Her chin went up a faction at the word, but Cersei spotted it. Queen indeed: there'd be only one queen here, just as there could only be one captain on a boat.
"Or should that be Queens." Margaery was being diplomatic. "There'll be no talk of the girls boat, will there?"
Cersei snorted at the idea. Not if they wanted to live. "You say such sweet things" she said, while wondering if Qyburn would sew the troubling trollop's lips together forever if she asked.
"Of course not, after all you're the Queen Mother now, not some slip of a girl."
Cersei's lips tightened. Sewing was too good for her.
"I will be in command" she said. "As you are so kind to remind me, I am the senior."
"No, I am the Queen. You can be in charge of the foredeck, as you are so strong. I will be in charge of the afterdeck."
It was like a tacking duel, move and counter-move until in the end they each received a DNF.
There never would be a yacht of queens, but it didn't matter as long as that upstart wasn't helming.
Jamie would sail for her.
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