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"Madam Chancellor-Elect, they're ready for you."
Cersei barely looked up to acknowledge Varys hovering in the doorway, "Tell them I won't be much longer, will you?"
"May I interrupt?" A familiar voice pulled her attention from her monitor.
Jaime pushed his way past her advisor with ease and a devilish grin, "You would think she'd seen the results enough times by now..."
She sighed, "A victory is one thing, inhabiting a role quite another. I've only got three days--"
"Yes," he said pulling her away from her desk, "but it's tonight, and the New Year should be met without worry."