A/N: Series of drabbles based on the "Robert dies in the rebellion and Ned takes his place on the throne" thing because I'm apparently unoriginal. Cersei's POV at all times, more of a character study than anything really.
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Cersei is a few days shy of her twentieth nameday when she is betrothed for the second time, again to a man she has never met. The Honorable King Ned. Her throat burns when she thinks of him, the big brute of a Northman, and her hands quiver annoyingly the entire way east on the Goldroad. Casterly Rock was miles away now, the offerings of childhood comfort long gone. She must fend for herself now, for her and for Jaime.
Ned Stark disposed of Jaime as a member of the Kingsguard merely three days after his crowning, which in and of itself was an affair worthy of a common peasant. No pomp, no feast, no celebrations. Jaime's riddance was no different. Of course, Ned couldn't have a Kingslayer in the Kingsguard, what respectable man would? It infuriated Cersei when her brother returned to her, the newly reinstalled heir to Casterly Rock, stripped of his cloak. Ned promised him no harm and also his dead brother's betrothed.
"Why are you so angry?" Jaime teased, his hands digging at the curves of her waist and his cock stirring against her backside.
Cersei turned around and pressed her lips to the base of Jaime's throat. "Does it matter?"
He took her against the wall, sweat and desperation clinging to every inch of her skin, and when he leaves her, she cries herself to sleep for the first time in a very long time.
It's all she can think about on the way to King's Landing.