She would never bear his children.
NEVER
It was Cersei 's pleasure and honor not to bear Robert's children
It seems to her that he got almost every wench he bedded pregnant, sometimes she liked to believe her body rejected his seeds.
She liked to gulp his seeds down, even if she hated his hands forcing her head, hated the way he liked her to choke on him,sometimes she would laugh even if her throat would hurt.
The lioness would eat his seed not bear his heirs
Never did she fear she was barren "Three for you..."
She would have children, but she decided, they wouldn't be Roberts.
In her bed she didn't fear his fury anymore, she feared other things.
She feared sickness from his whore.
She would have him killed in the most painful fashion, but the satisfaction would only be momentary and soon would be replaced by pain and death.
She was afraid of infecting Jaime .
Her golden perfect mirror, perfect because he didn't have a hole between his legs.
Perfect because he could choose what happened between his legs.
She knew she wouldn't be inferior to any men, if she didn't have a cunt that could be filled with the wrong seeds and disgusting sickness.
She bore her son for herself.
She was the queen and she needed her heir, but still it pained her that Jaime wouldn't love their child.
She always thought he would love her children no matter who the father was, but Joffrey was his!
Joffrey the proof she could bear children, Robert had proof enough.
In the end of the day, a stag couldn't get a lioness pregnant, she smiled...until the day her world crushed.
She was with child, a child that couldn't have been Jaime's.
A child that would have made Robert the winner. It would have his blue eyes, his black hair and everything else.
A living reminder how Robert would spread her legs and take her on all fours like she was an animal.
How he would pull her hair and pounded into her from behind hurting her.
How he would tell her what a boring cold fuck she was.
Murmuring how by the Gods he was so unlucky to married the only dry cunt from the seashore of the Westerlands.
His big hands on her hips he would say to her that he needed another heir, how Joffrey wasn't man enough (a barely two years old boy for the Seven!), he was a blond cunt like his mother, like the Kingsslayer. He needed a stag.
She would not give him this satisfaction. He would look at his heir and he would only see lions.
She needed to take care of this, she couldn't lose any more time.
Jaime would help her. He always did.
Pain, blood, something that didn't looked like a baby.
Despite the searing dolor, despite the fever, despite everything she felt clean and free again.
She called for her brother after barely a week, he had to clean the place that Robert's spawn had dirtied, he needed to make her whole again.
She was Robert's queen...but nobody's wife
