This was written for the birthday of myrishswamp/incelhugochavez on tumblr (24/November/2018)!

It was the first summer, Cersei was spending without Jaime and she didn't know what to do without him. He had gone to some summer camp in Dorne with Arthur Dayne, and Cersei had made it to King's Landing, a internship at the Mayor's office.

She had dropped her things in her hotel room, and now she was making it into the Mayor's office, she looked at a phone on more time, to see if her twin had sent her anything - there was nothing.

With a deep breath, she walked into the office, looking straight ahead to the secretary and introducing herself immediately as "Cersei Lannister, daughter of Tywin Lannister. I'm here to work for Mayor Targaryen."

"Of course. Downstairs. They will have some papers for you to organize."

"I should–"

"That's what we need you for, Cersei, go help."

"Miss Lannister," she corrected her, but the woman was already ignoring her. Cersei wasn't used to being ignored, but she got to use to it - it was nothing like she had dreamed off…

Cersei had imagined that she would be having a power to make some decisions, after all she was a Lannister, but she was spending her days filling papers in the basement for the last three weeks and she only had one more to go. She had told Jaime she was doing everything she had dreamed of - she couldn't tell him the truth when he was enjoying his time with Arthur Dayne.

At night, things were better. Cersei got to go out at night and since people didn't knew her here, she got to drink and dance, and get into the clubs. And she lived for those nights and time away, and then it was back to work and filing.

It was two more week of that and it was her final day, her last hour, and tomorrow she would be with Jaime again.

"Cersei Lannister, correct," she heard a voice behind her, and as she stood and turned her head, she was finally eye to eye with the Mayor. "You look so much like your mother."

"Mayor Targaryen," she greeted, still standing.

"But you seem to have your father's cunning mind," he said. "You know you're not suppose to read the files you handle or write notes on them."

"They were in correct, sir."

"All of them."

"Yes, the ones I wrote in."

"You know I wrote most of those correct. Or my chief of staff did."

"If it makes you feel better, the ones signed Steffon Baratheon were normally worst."

The man actually laughed at that and she had never seen him laugh before, not even in interviews. His hair moved when he did that, and the long platinum hair fell in front of his chest.

"I'll let him know when he comes back from the cruise," he said.

"Do you need anything, sir?" she finally asked, realizing that he had probably come here for a reason.

"How old are you, girl? I think you must be a bit younger than my oldest."

"I'm 16, sir."

"Young, then. Sit, sit," he told her, going around the table and sitting across from her. "You're Joanna's girl and she never tricked me before, so don't do it either. I found out you had a few interesting thoughts," he spoke and she finally noticed the papers in his hands.

"I can help."

"Good," he said, opening the papers, and Cersei smiled as she noticed his red pen writing next to her pencil one - someone was actually listening to her.

I was asked to make a comment to this fic - you can find that on my tumblr (url: thestagthatlovedthewolf) :)