Once upon a time there were a blond green eyed boy and a blonde green eyed girl, so similar that everyone thought they were siblings.

And maybe in a former life they really had been, because from day one they were inseparable.

Strange, weird, narcissistic, almost incestous… they heard and discarded every annoying wagging finger.

Their first kiss happened the same day they met, initiated by the slightly older curious girl.

At first the seven years old girl would have started almost everything, eagerly followed by the boy.

This changed later as the boy reached puberty, but at seven their play was almost innocent.

One day the boy's mother decided that it wasn't right for them to play that way, the boy would visit a boarding school, but before this could have happened the boy's mother who looked like a princess but who was an evil witch in the girl's mind, died.

The boy would stay.

No one would separate them.

Twelve and thirteen was their age as they lost their virginity to each other.

A gross, hectic affair whose result was the decision to ban sex for a while.

They grow up. Married. Were happy parents of adorable twins.

But one day the tragedy struck the family.

A traffic accident. The loss of two children, a hand.

The boy lost his identity as a father and a renowned fetcher.

The girl lost her children, her faith in her husband and gained an overwhelming

rage that obscured her love, left her isolated and full of resentment for the man she'd believed would have protected her and their children.

Still she couldn't understand herself as one day she woke up from another man's bed.

The boy had been her first and only lover, the same she had been for him, they hadn't need anyone else.

To sleep with another man hadn't helped her feeling better, his body hadn't gave her any satisfaction.

She hadn't wanted him, and he hadn't really wanted her.

Not alcohol, nor the sex with another man, she wanted her husband, she wanted to feel whole again.

Maybe they could start anew.

He wasn't the golden knight anymore, but she loved him nonetheless, she would help him.

They would be happy.

Only after scrubbing herself over and over she felt able to go to him, only after having him inside her, did she felt home again.

The boy and the girl were able to start again and both were ecstatic at the new of the girl's pregnancy.

Nine months after their reunion, a child was born, a babe with coal black hair and vibrant blue eyes.

They named him Joffrey and the boy loved his son dearly.

The girl was distraught, her son wasn't a lion, he lacked her husband's green eyes or his golden locks.

This child would destroy her life.

So she hugged him tight, her little bird, it didn't take long for him to stop his struggles.

She kissed his soft hair while tears streamed from her eyes.

The child's death devastated the boy, family and friends were full of sympathy for the proved couple.

The suffering father and the brave mother who supported her husband.

While the boy wanted to mourn, the girl was adamant to have his child as soon as possible to replace the child they had lost.

Her urgency, her strange reaction to the babe's demise, bewildered him. At the point to order a paternity test.

"How could you?"

"I was sick, desperate, alone. I wanted to hurt you. I wanted to forget. I don't know...I wasn't myself"

"Who? How many?"

"It doesn't matter. He doesn't matter. It was only one time…"

"Cersei"

"Jaime. Please…"

There is a limit to the pain a person can bear.

That Jaime Lannister killed his beloved Cersei before killing himself, was considered an act of grief and mercy.

Such a sad end for a story that had started like a fairy tale.