Hello everyone!
Some of you may know me, I have reviewed a bit on this fandom.
Here is a translation of a short One-Shot I wrote about Lancel the 3rd of November 2013. I translated it because of the Lancel fanpage I created on Facebook almost three months ago. And the lack of Lancel here makes my heart bleed. I'm more than happy to see him mentioned in some stories, I have been the happiest alive when I saw that there were two fanfictions about him here. Now, that makes three!
If I make any mistakes, please forgive me and do correct me, English is not my first language.
Of course, I don't own Game of Thrones, nor do I own A Song of Ice and Fire. If I did, Lancel would have never received this arrow during Blackwater Bay.
Summary: Lancel has hesitated but after all, if he did look like Jaime, they had to have a word in common: regicide.
The New Kingslayer
Following his king deep within the forest, Lancel Lannister wondered what would become of him. His hands tensed on the wine pitcher he was carrying, he hoped that his sovereign would not yell at him with his rude delicacy. He prayed to the Seven "Let Cersei's plan be a success". He prayed for being up to it.
What his royal cousin asked of him was a regicide, no more, no less.
Lancel had hesitated at first. Cersei was speaking of killing a king and disguise the crime into an accident, caused by her spouse's love for alcohol. Wishing the king's death was treason, especially when you were his squire. But if he did not obey, he would betray his family. He would betray the Lannisters. He would broke the promise he made he made to his uncle Tywin: to obey in everything his daughter Cersei asked of him. He had to choose his allegiance. Did a lion have to submit to a stag or did he have to remain that dangerous animal which lived in a clan?
' Was killing a king so hard for my cousin Jaime? ' He thought
Jaime Lannister, the Kingslayer, the Mad King's murderer. If this king was mad, hadn't Jaime do a favor to the nation by getting rid of the threat that was Aerys II Targaryen? Yet, as the only appreciation he would receive, he was granted that nickname that stuck on him, to the point that only his family called him by his name, the one he had in the light of the Seven. Was Robert Baratheon mad? Yes, he did like wine more than reason would allow. He enjoyed the company of whores. But was it enough to declare that he was dangerous? His cousin, Tyrion, liked both wine and women, yet, no one asserted that the Lannister dwarf was a threat to Westeros.
' Seven Hells! What's this bloody squire doing?! Wine! Your king is going to die of thristiness, you Lannister idiot! ' The king barked
Lancel hurried and filled his cup. Not a single word to thank him. The young man then remembered why he accepted Cersei's task.
He loathed Robert.
He hated him.
This obese, boorish, vulgar and disrespectful being who never missed a single occasion to insult him.
« Look at this idiot, Ned! One ball and no brain! He does not even know how to put a man's armor on!»
« Lancel Lannister. By the Gods, what a stupid name! Who named you thus? Some stupid half-wit with a stutter? »
« Your mother was a dumb whore with a fat ass!»
Lancel was tired of this unfair treatment, due to the unique fact that he was born a Lannister of Casterly Rock. If Robert died, the insults would stop because the hideous mouth that birthed them would be closed forever.
He, who admired Jaime so much, was offered a chance to be compared to his cousin a little more. Or at least, his mind would be able to compare them, since it would never be known that he took part in this plot.
In the Lannister family, one more kingslayer was not something that mattered so much.
The End