Every since Cersei was a little girl, her responsibilites were endless. Of course things were expected of her being Tywin Lannister's only daughter. He was the richest man in the country and the most successful business man in North America. Perhaps that's the reason she found herself here. It was hard to believe how her life had took this turn, but she supposed she'd done it to herself.

She loved growing up in her father's estate with her two brother's: Casterly Rock he'd named it, and she'd called it home since she and her twin brother Jaime were born. She'd had a happy childhood, learning to ride horses and tend to the gardens -running off with Jaime to play in the vast amount of land and getting lost in the forest. The only large crack in her happy life was when she lost her mother while giving birth to her younger brother, Tyrion.

But a Lannister stays strong.

She'd grown up fierce and hard like a Lannister was ought to, and always impressed her father when her and Jaime weren't being scolded for tracking mud through the house. She was set to grow old and assist Jaime with the company when Tywin was retired - but she'd managed to ruin that - and turn her entire life upside down in the process.

Of coarse her and Jaime were close. She hadn't thought anything of it - especially because they were twins, and their mother used to tell them they were one person in two bodies. It was only natural to love her brother and her other half, but as they grew older things weren't so innocent anymore.

When they were seven they were caught together in Cersei's room, Jaime's hands touching her in a way that her mother and father deemed inappropriate - which resulted in a beating for both of them. She'd found it odd how her mother's face twisted and the way she gasped as she beheld them, Jaime's hands moving faster than anything she'd ever seen.

They never seemed to learn their lesson though, and when they were 13 and starting to discover their bodies they oftentimes would creep into each other's beds and discover together - learning the curves of their bodies and hushing each other with pillows and stifling moans with their hands.

It wasn't until she was 16 that she realized she was in love with Jaime. Not just the way a twin should love their other half, but the way a girl loves a handsome prince - like in the stories. It was a troubling thing at first, but after talking with her brother she realized that's the way they ought to feel. They came into this world together, which meant they belonged together.

But of coarse it had to stay a secret: especially from their father. When they both agreed - it was settled. The two of them would be together for the rest of their lives.

It was perfect for a long time. She'd see Jaime as they always had, alone in their bedrooms and go out to the forest with him as though nothing changed. They made sure they were careful out in public, and she even lost her virginity to him - which made her feel complete for once in her life. It was like Jaime was meant to be there inside her where he was the most magical moment of her life, and she would never forget how it felt when Jaime held her afterward - playing with her golden hair as she dozed off in his arms.

Yes, it was perfect: The most incredible, lustfilled, and passionate three years of her life.. Until the day Tywin Lannister had put an end to all of it.

It finally happened when the two of them were nineteen and needy - especially for each other and when the opportunity arose where the immense estate was empty, they had to take advantage.

The two were in the pool, naked and pressed together - bathing suits floating around forgotten as the two embraced. The sun was beating down on them, and it seemed like the most perfect day that had ever loomed over Casterly Rock. Until they heard the scream.

The two teenagers looked up, and were greeted by the horrified face of one of the maids - face twisted and horrified, screaming like a banshee at the top of her lungs. She was calling out to their father in her thick accent, and before they could quiet her, there he was. In her entire life Cersei had never been more scared, and she could feel Jaime's heart pounding from inches away.

That night, she'd been dragged up to her room - beaten bloody and left crying - head in her hands as she was forced to listen to the same fate occur to her twin and her lover. It was the single most horrible night of her life and she never forgave her father to this day for that incident.

After he was finished with her brother, he'd returned to her bedroom. She'd expected the first half of the lecture. It wasn't that hard to figure out that all this meant she'd never be allowed to sleep in the same room as Jaime again, and that they couldn't be together - but the second part, she never would have guessed in a thousand years.

He'd decided that as a Lannister, he couldn't have her running around with her brother - it would tarnish their household name. She screamed and cried and pleaded to let her be with Jaime, and that she loved him with all her heart but Tywin wouldn't hear of it. The words rung in her head like a church bell.

" I obviously can't trust you two, and I more than certaintly can't let this continue - so I've decided you will be married to my business associate Robert Baratheon."

There was no changing his mind. No amount of begging and pleading could sway her father, and within a year she was wed to the Baratheon man - Large and fierce with a bushy black beard. He was at least ten years older than her, and as she stood at the head of the church she stared at her brother in the crowd and almost wept - but as a Lannister, she had to stay strong and accept her fate.

And that's how she ended up here. Thirty years old and bitter as her father had been, lying with a man she hated while he went out night after night fucking whores and drinking himself into near death. It was never the life she intended, although she'd found a way to keep herself sane..

Nothing could keep her and Jaime apart. Not the mighty Tywin Lannister, not Robert Baratheon - Not even the gods could hold them back. The two were stubborn, and in-love from the moment they knew what the words meant.

It was destiny.