The Art of Silence

by anarchist.itch

Prompt AU: There is something masterful about the art of silence, even if it is silence shared between just two lovers - An AU in where Jaime hears Cersei's moans for the first time, and he isn't the one to cause them.

They had mastered the art of silence since a young age. So when an unorthodox whimper or a grunt escaped the confines of his throat, it would anger Cersei from whatever position he had her, forcing him off and giving him that damn speech on how dangerous what they were doing. How their dear father would strip them from their titles, her being Queen would be off in an instant- as well as both their heads. Jaime thought it was a good idea, they could escape to Essos, be who they want to be, be with each other Cersei!

She wouldn't talk to him for days and he would be angry with himself for taking such silly notions with her. Jaime wouldn't look for her, he would finally let his twin come to him. Let her beg and grovel at his feet, begging for forgiveness, for yelling at her twin for being in love wither and wanting to be married to her. To no longer carry what they have as a secret. Ha! Cersei always did tell him he had idiotic notions of love. Was it so bad he wanted to cry out his pleasure and hear the sweet moans he knew his sister was capable of? Well from the incessant moaning coming from his dear twin's chambers were any indication, they were rather harsh and annoying. They reminded him of the noises that escaped into the streets from the thin and dirt walls of whore houses. He wasn't used to noises of pleasure.

Not a whimper, or a groan, or a sigh and he, in all his Lannister glory, wasn't used to making them openly. It was new and made a feeling in the pit of his stomach seem vile and hard to keep. Hearing the lioness's moans and whimpers was harsh to his ears, the drums thudding and screeching, her breath faltering and all Jaime wanted- was willing for the Gods to shut her up.

Jaime Lannister was a fucking idiot.

Why was he angry? He wasn't allowed to be angry, Cersei was just doing her duty as Queen. Pleasing piss poor Robert Baratheon- the fucking putrid King. Hearing her moans were a blessing, even if I wasn't him giving them to her. Cersei is a silent lover.

Her moans were false, and she belonged to him just as he would always belong to her.

And with those sweet lies, Jaime Lannister left to finish his rounds.