Hello! Yes, I know, I should be working on my other stories, yet here we are. More info at the bottom.
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Title: Lioness
Summary: Cersei dies the way she lived. A proud lioness. She dies with a snarl on her face as she takes her last enemy down with her…and then she wakes up on her wedding day. And so her tale begins anew.
Warnings: usual GoT warnings apply
Pairings: cannon ones, Jon Snow/Cersei Lannister (of in the far, far future)
Progress: 1/prob shouldn't have even started this
Beta: none
Disclaimer: The Game of Thrones franchise and its characters belong to its respective owner/s. This is a piece of fan-authored fiction created without material gain or for the purpose of infringement of ownership rights. The author retains ownership of only the original plot and characters. No profit was made or intended through the creation of this piece of fiction, merely entertainment.
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Chapter one - A hero after all
The last thing Cersei sees before she dies is blue eyes. Unnatural, glowing blue eyes set in a gaunt face. Its skin is a pale grey and stretched over bone tightly. Horns of pure ice protrude from its head in a parody of a crown. It walks towards her, slowly. It brings snow and ice with it. As soon as it touches a new part of the ground the ice spreads like a disease. It covers the floor and snakes up the pillars. Blue ice shards bloom like flowers. She might have thought them beautiful, if for not what they represented…an end. And the thing gets closer and closer. She hears its armor clink together as it moves, black plates that suck away any light that falls upon them.
Their eyes are locked together. Green fighting against blue.
As the fires go out, as the light is sucked away, Cersei doesn't squint. As the warmth disappears, Cersei doesn't shiver. As the air in her lungs friezes, Cersei's breath doesn't stutter. As the nightmare stares her down, Cersei doesn't look away. As blue cuts her down to the soul, the green doesn't waver. No. No, instead Cersei takes a deep breath, her lungs burn, her fingers grip the throne and go numb, she lifts her head and stares the thing down instead.
Cersei feels no fear as the thing comes closer and blue ice creeps up her legs.
The last thing Cersei feels is regret.
Regret for losing all her children. And it is only now, now that she stares death in the face, that she can admit, even just to herself, that she had played a part in their deaths. She had allowed Joffrey to become too arrogant. She had allowed Myrcella to become too trusting. She had allowed Tommen to be too soft.
And she hadn't allowed the last one to even live.
She wants to put a hand to her stomach, to hopefully feel it kick one last time…but her arms are frozen to the throne and will not obey.
Cersei feels regret for not killing Robert sooner. For not seizing power sooner, power she deserves and power she was born to wield. For dying so soon after finally taking hold of that power, so soon after putting on that crown and so soon after sitting on that throne.
Cersei feels regret for letting Jon Snow slip right through her fingers. She regrets overlooking him that first time in Winterfell before he ran to the Wall and joined the Night's Watch. And then for allowing the Dragon Whore to snatch him before she could. He had been loyal to her, right until the moment she had gone down with her beasts at the Neck. She wonders what having someone like Jon Snow loyal to her and only her would be like. She wonders if her children might have lived if she had had his loyalty and honor just for herself, if Jon had been twisted right around her finger. He would have kept her children safe, if he had given his word, or he would have died trying.
The ice demon is standing right in front of her. Cersei has no more time to think, no time to feel. The demon stares down at her with those too blue eyes and her green eyes flash defiantly back, just as stubborn as ever.
The ice crawls up her neck and to her face. Her skin starts to grey. Fury burns in her stomach. She will not go down bowing. She will not die one of them. She hears her frozen fingers crack as she grips the throne tighter. Her skin cracks and bleeds as she pulls her lips back and snarls. She snarls at this demon like the vicious, proud lioness she is. Lions do not bow. She will not bow. Not before this demon. Not before anyone ever again.
Icey skin creaks as the monster smiles down at her in victory.
And then green flames swallow the whole city.
And Cersei dies.
Cersei dies a queen.
Cersei dies and takes down the Night King, his dragons and half his cold dead army… green consumes them all.
Cersei dies and gives Westeros a fighting chance in the war against the dead.
Cersei dies a despised woman yet goes down in history and then legend as a hero.
Cersei dies and then wakes up.
And that is where this tale truly begins.
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So, how's that for a start. This is more of a prologue, that's why it's so short, the next chapter will be much longer. Yes, I'm working on the fifth chapter for TNAYH, it is slow going and I am busy with real life, so it's not going to be out anytime soon.
Inspiration: This story was inspired by Copperonthetongue's 'If Wishes Were Horses'. And yes, I did get the authors permission to write this and yes there will be a link up in my profile. It is a one-shot story with about 3K words. It's not necessary to read that story to understand this one, but I will be using her story as a sort of a base for this Cersei's personality and motivation, so if you want to get a feel for her now feel free to read that story.
See ya in the next one. Chao!
