"Cersei look at me!"
had been one of Jaime's most used phrases closely followed by "Did you see me?"
He had always wanted her attention and devotion.
He didn't really had to fight. He had be her world.
Father had been like a God for her, mother must have been a Goddess, that's why father did chose her.
Jaime,her twin, friend, mirror.
Her knight, later her lover too. After her disappointment with her oaf of a husband, she decided he would be the father of her children too.
He had liked every one of the role he had to perform, but he seemed unable to like the role of the secret father/ not too close uncle.
To be sure he was happy Robert hadn't fathered children on her, but his children didn't mean a fig to him.
Not only that, he behaved exactly like Joffrey had, after Myrcella had been born.
The silent question in his eyes "You still love me best, don't you?", he had been as exhausting as Joffrey. Playing with Joffrey had only hurt her gown and sometimes her pride, she still remembered how Robert did catch her at all four with Joffrey at her back, playing horse ride (another resemblance with his father, Jaime loved to ride her too).
Playing with Jaime would probably cost her head.
After every announcement of her pregnancy he would sulk like a little child.
"You know the baby is yours?" she asked annoyed. He explained that he hated the fact that she had to sleep with Robert so she could pass her children as trueborn.
-Her children- Cersei had been torn between relief -We are one will ever suspect he may be the father- and disappointment -We are alone, he could have say our children!-
The children, their children, were for Jaime the living proof for all to see, that Robert had fucked her.
She had the urge to roll the eyes, like a proof was needed, he was a golden fool!
She soothed him, she humored him, she made clear she didn't love him less because she loved her children too.
They were in her bed, entwined and spent after their lovemaking,hours after he had crowned her his queen of love and beauty.
The tourney had been held for Tommen's birth, her little love had slept during almost the entire tourney, a fact that had amused Robert.
To her chagrin Joffrey had been the whole time by his father, asking question and loving him for every pat on his head and every word spoken to him. Myrcella, only a name day old, had behaved already like the perfect princess she was...It had been a good day.
She had to smile while caressing his hair, the way he had looked at her every time he had unhorsed an opponent -Look at me, I'm good!- in her heart there had been the feeling of wanting him and a sweet indulgence and pride for her little brother.
Sister, friend, lover and now mother.
"I will not have anymore children" she said aloud, Jaime squinted sleepy "four children is more than enough" he nodded closing his eyes again.
She had no doubt, he didn't understand her. Soon she had to wake him up, but for the time they could make, she wanted to marvel at his sleepy face.
Beautiful and innocent like that of their children.
