Before Cersei had joined her family in the antechamber her family had been bright and happy, but as time stretched out to her mother's screams that happiness at the birth of a new member of their family had changed.
Her father paced back and forth in front of the door to her mother's room stopping only as each new scream her mother gave began, she couldn't see her father's face when he'd stop to stare at the door but the thought of her proud iron-willed father afraid did nothing to offer comfort.
Jaime would squeeze her hand as each new scream started and release as the room past the door to her mother would grow silent, her father just paced. Her Uncle Kevin watched her father but Cersei couldn't understand what he was thinking through his intent stare.
Her Grandfather, the useless man that he was, just stood in the corner, his pained gaze switching from the four of them with each scream.
Cersei's mother screamed again and Jaime squeezed her hand, she turned to look at him as he was squeezing tightly, not enough to hurt her but enough to be uncomfortable, she saw a look of terror on him.
It was too much.
Her brother was always so confident, too see lacking his natural mirth and joy was too much.
Cersei began to sob uncontrollably and tears fell, Jamie followed suit, neither her uncle or father seemed to pay it any mind, She wanted to pull Jamie closer to herself, she didn't want to be alone but they were at either end's of the couch and she could hardly move for being so afraid.
It wasn't until she felt her and Jaime's hands being pulled apart that she noticed her grandfather had moved from his corner, at first she panicked at this but then he sat down between her and Jaime and put their hands together again.
Grandfather put both his arms around them and hugged them together.
He murmured that it's going to be ok but he was wrong.
Cersei couldn't believe anything was going to be ok. She sobbed into her grandfather's chest alongside her brother as he told her they weren't alone and it's going to be ok.
Time passed like this, together.
A rage filled scream broke them out of this small comfort, it wasn't their mother's scream and Cersei tried to remember when she had last heard her mother cry out, when did her father enter into mother's room and why was he the one now screaming.
After a few moments her father stormed from the room out of the antechamber, her grandfather shot straight up and screamed his name calling after her father, her uncle was looking into the room and she walked straight past her uncle.
She had been sent forward after her grandfather had shot straight up and Cersei's legs carried her forward, she kept going, the bed was bloody and her mother was lifeless, some women held a creature in her arms, Cersei screamed and broke crying falling to the floor.
She was lifted quickly into the arms of her grandfather who screamed at her uncle to grab her brother and everything was wrong and she was carried away from where her mother had once been.
Her brother was held back but Cersei knew.
She cried into her grandfather's shoulder as he held her, tears in his own eyes and told her he was sorry, she cried into his right shoulder as she found some weak way to hit him in his left shoulder sobbing.
He had lied to her, nothing was ok.
A monster killed her mother.
So did the lack of dialogue convey what I wanted from this?
Because I wanted it to convey a sense of Isolation, confusion and fear during this part and taking away this norm was my attempt at that.
Edit: So, having read this there were a lot of little errors here and there that really bothered me.
Having properly proofread this I corrected it and also added a little more specificity to some parts but it's mostly the same.