Two halves of the same whole.
That's what they were. Her and Jaime. Two perfect parts of one perfect whole. The golden twins- the Queen and the Lord Commander.
If they were so perfect, then why was it all crashing down around her?
They had the power. They had each other, and they had the family name. What else did they need?
It didn't matter that they hated her. That they prayed for her death. No. She would show them that she could roar just as loud as they could, and they would learn to tremble in their boots as a lioness stalked past.
She was Queen Regent.
A mother without her son.
Is this what Catelyn Stark felt? In those moments before she joined her son in the afterlife? When she knew it was all over, that she would leave her daughters without a mother?
She would never know. But she did know one thing. Tyrion did it. When your joy turns to ashes in your mouth, then you will know the debt has been repaid.
And as the light in Joff's eyes faded, she tasted ash. Just like he said.
And when Oberyn Martell's head was crushed, she sighed in relief. There would be justice. She did not look away from the dead man and his deadly opponent, not until Tywin condemned his despicable son to death.
So why did she feel so lost?
She had justice, but she was losing Jaime. She had her name, but she could feel Tywin distancing himself. She was still Queen Regent, but she didn't wear the crown.
And that Margaery bitch, she was manipulating Tommen, and she was losing them all, and shoe couldn't stop it, and Jaime had left her, and Tyrion was gone and Tywin dead, and then-oh….
They cut her hair.
They shaved her mane.
They took her Lannister pride.
And then there was nothing.
She wasn't ashamed of her body. She was ashamed of her bare scalp. Golden hair for the golden twins whose golden home was down the golden road.
They took her Lannister pride.
A/N: short and sweet. what do you think?