START

My peaceful sleep didn't last.

I was violently yanked out of my dreams by a sound like a damn chainsaw starting up right next to my ear.

GRRRK-SHHHH-PHEWWW.

I groaned, my eyelids feeling heavy and glued shut.

"Aryan, shut the fuck up," I mumbled, blindly rolling over in the heavy bed.



But my hand didn't hit Aryan's skinny shoulder. It hit a massive, sweaty wall of meat.

My eyes snapped wide open.



Laying right beside me, taking up a solid seventy percent of the giant mattress, was a huge, shirtless man. He had a giant, hairy, fat stomach that heaved up and down with every thunderous snore. A thick, wild black beard covered his face, and he reeked of cheap wine, roasted meat, and stale sweat.

King Robert.



My heart dropped straight into my stomach. Holy shit. I forgot. I'm Cersei Lannister.



A massive wave of pure, unfiltered panic hit me. I quickly pushed myself backward, scrambling away from him until my spine hit the hard wooden headboard of the bed. I sat up against it, bending my knees in tight against my chest in a sharp V-shape, and grabbed the thick fur blanket, pulling it tightly all the way up to my neckline.



I just stared at his massive, snoring form in total horror, my hands actually shaking. I had blacked out pretty hard last night. Did he stumble into the room, get into bed, and just... fuck me while I was passed out?!



I squeezed my eyes shut, doing a quick mental check. I mean, common sense told me I would definitely feel sore, or at least notice a mess, if a giant like that actually penetrated me while I was asleep. Luckily, everything down there just felt completely normal. But the sheer paranoia of waking up next to him was eating me alive. Looking at the sheer size of his arms, the brutal reality of being a woman in this messed-up universe hit me hard. I didn't have my gym muscles anymore. I was soft, weak, and delicate. If this giant decided he wanted to force himself on me, I couldn't fight him off. I was literally his property. I felt so small and incredibly vulnerable.



As I sat there trembling against the headboard, the real reason I had blacked out came rushing back to my mind, hitting me like a freight train.



Just one finger. …