A/N: Okay, so I tweaked a few things. This is the reuploaded version of the oneshot. I DON'T OWN ANYTHING! It's taken from Cersei's point of view on Ned Stark's beheading.
"What are you doing? Stop this madness!"
He looked at me, and I had never seen such hatred in my son's eyes. His lips curled into a mocking smile, ignoring my pleas for reason. Behind me, Sansa Stark screamed and raved, crying out for her once-beloved (my son, my traitorous son) to stop. I hissed into his ear words I hoped would change his mind. He was going to ruin everything! Didn't he know what a big mistake he was doing? He was going to get us all killed.
And still, he ignored me. I swallowed the bitter bile that had risen in my throat, resigning myself to the retribution that was sure to follow. I had promised Lord Stark exile, not death, but that was what my son, the King, had decreed. I watched with a mixture of horror and resignation as Ilyne Payne lifted the sword and brought it down. The dull thud of metal cutting through flesh made me shudder. I watched in revulsion as Lord Stark's head rolled away from his corpse. A cold knot of dread settled into my stomach as I released my son's arm. I backed away, crossing my arms.
"Fool,"
And I wasn't sure if I was speaking of my son, or myself.