So, this is a crazy, stupid idea I got when I was on holidays. Big thanks to firelordzuko for supporting me and telling me that this can actually work! I'm waiting some J/C from you, my Rhaegar…

CERSEI

"No one tells me what to do", Joffrey said, clearly in rage.

"My son, I didn't—"

"Stop calling me your son!" Joffrey cut his golden-haired mother off. "I am your king, not your son!"

Everyone was watching. Maester Pycelle was oft coughing behind his palm and his hands were trembling, but he didn't do anything. Varys was watching the scene before his eyes speechless, but still he did not act. Tyrion seemed to be at a loss, almost as if he felt sorry for his older sister, but he did not do anything.

"The king is tired", Tywin Lannister said at some moment and for a heartbeat Cersei believed that she had been saved.

"The king is NOT tired! No one commands me!" Joffrey yelled arrogantly, his anger pulsating in the room where the small council was.

Cersei did not know what to do. She could not calm her son. No one could. Why could he not be more like Jaime? Jaime was easier to handle at least. Where are you, Jaime? she suddenly wondered. Would the gods ever bring him back to her? The gods were not supposed to have mercy, her father had taught her that a long time ago. Right at that moment, though, she prayed with all her might that her father was wrong.

She reached out to touch her first precious gem that Jaime had given her over a decade ago. He did not look like Jaime the way that Cersei wanted him to, but he was a Lannister through and through. He did seem to have the mad mind of a Targaryen, however.

Joffrey pulled back, almost hitting Cersei. He looked at her with loathing and disgust. His own mother. "You are not allowed to touch the king", he whispered threateningly.

You are my son. I conceived you with Jaime. I gave birth to you, and Jaime was right there with me. I didn't let him hold you because you looked so much like him. I held you all the time. I fed you and kissed you. I recited bed time stories to you. I am your mother, I can touch you whenever I want!

"Forgive me, my king", she said instead. "I should not have acted on such impulse, but maybe you should calm down…"

"CALM DOWN? CALM DOWN?! HOW DARE YOU GIVE COMMANDS TO ME?! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?"

"She is the Queen. Queen Regent perhaps, but Queen nonetheless. And she is your mother as well."

Joffrey's reaction had surprised her but not as much as this. The person who had spoken was none other than her little brother, the dwarf, the Imp, the demon monkey, the valonqar. Tyrion. He had just stood up for her. To the king, who seemed to be almost as mad as Aerys Targaryen.

Joffrey looked at his uncle. His rage had not subsided, and he seemed to be more than ready to let everyone in the chamber have a taste of it. Cersei could not believe that her once lovely son could turn into this…monster. She had to face it, she had to admit it. Her son had committed many monstrosities. He acted on his own, not asking advice, not informing anyone. House Lannister was even more hated than before because of the boy king.

"My son, please…" Cersei began to whisper, hoping that somehow the fire burning his son might ease and cool down.

Joffrey cleared his throat and looked around him, at every single member of the small council. Then, he looked at no where in particular, almost as if he had exited the room mentally and had travelled somewhere else, where he could be alone, lost in the unknown thoughts inside his golden head.

"I, Joffrey of House Baratheon, the First of My Name, King of the Andals and Protector of the Realm, banish Cersei of House Lannister from King's Landing."

Cersei gasped. The world was spinning all around her. She wished a hole could just form on the floor and swallow her to the depths of this world. Her own son hated her and wanted to punish her with exile. Cersei did not even remember what had frustrated Joffrey so. All she knew was that apparently it had terrible consequences for her.

"Your Grace, is this really wise? This is the Queen Regent", Varys said carefully.

"I am the King, and the king does as he likes", Joffrey replied, almost shrieking.

Cersei looked at her father for support, for help, but none came. The great, proud lion was sitting in his chair, watching his grandson, but he never said a word. He did not look at Cersei either. Her father had said that she and Tyrion had disgraced their House, but Cersei had never expected that her father would not save his own seed. Tywin Lannister could not possibly be afraid of Joffrey; king he was, but he was also a boy. And he was Tywin Lannister. Everyone feared him, not the king.

Joffrey looked at his grandfather, meeting his famous icy gaze. He seemed to calm down. His shoulders relaxed, he was no longer fuming and raving. Cersei felt relieved. That was her father; he did not need words, his eyes could break and twist everyone. And of course he wanted to save his daughter.

Joffrey turned around and stared at Cersei. Coldly he announced, "You are banished, and anyone who tries to convince me otherwise shall have his head on a spike."

So, this is it! I don't really know what to make of it…This is just the beginning, though, you can be sure of that! Prepare yourself for a lot of Jaime/Cersei and some Jaime/Brienne friendship and perhaps one-sided love. There will be a lot of emotions exploration, angst, and maybe smut. I don't know yet. I will need some feedback.

So, you know what to do! Leave a review, they are very much appreciated!