Not long after the coronation ceremony, the new Queen of the Seven Kingdoms found her way back to her bedchambers. She had waited her whole life for this moment but the iron throne felt colder than she had imagined, less comfortable, less right. Tommen should be sitting here right now. He should be alive and well ruing the Seven Kingdoms with his mother by his side. She had told her bed maids not to follow her. Four king's guards escorted her back to her bedchamber where two others were already guarding the door. One of them opened it for the Queen and once she entered she noticed her brother was already inside waiting for her. He was standing up in front of her bed, blank gaze in his green eyes. A blank gaze was all the queen could give back as well.

What was going to happen between them now? We came into this world together, we belong together. All three of their children were dead; the prophecy had come to life. We're two halves of one person. Their boy, their youngest boy had taken his own life as a direct result of her actions. We're the only two people that matter. Even now? Even after she killed the thousands he broke his oath to protect? Jaime is all she has left in this world. Without him by her side, this was all for nothing. He has to understand, he has to. The candles sitting on the table were cracking too loud. Their breath seemed too loud. That was because none of them was talking and that silence was unbearable. After what seemed like ages, Jaime was the one who broke the silence.

"You are Queen now." – It was not a question, merely an observation. Cersei has a cold stare on her eyes.

"I am." She was trying so hard to understand whether there was judgment in his voice.

"Tommen is dead." – There was a sharp pain in his voice when he made the last statement.

"He is. Our boy. Our last boy. He is." – Her voice cracked too, but her eyes were still cold as ice as if with the death of her last child, something had broken in them and they were beyond repair. As if they were going to be hollow for the rest of her life.

"Cersei-"

"I did not foresee any of this would happen. Jaime, I did not mean to… I..." Pause. Of course she did not mean to. Of course she did not mean to murder their last child. None of them knew what to say.

"I know. I know you did not mean for any of this to happen. I know you had no choice." His words said one thing, yet his eyes told another story. They were ice cold and that led the queen to believe that he was furious with her. What could she have done differently? The fanatics had come to her doorstep and they had stolen her son away. Her boy, her only boy. She thought this was the way to protect him. The only way to protect him from the fanatics that had gotten inside his head; from losing his mother; from that little bitch from High Garden who had dug her claws in so deep; from all the people who took his newfound religion for weakness and were going to tear him apart. She did all of this for him.

Silence.

"I should have been here to protect you. Nothing in this world is more important. Nothing could ever be more important than you and me. I went to take that stupid castle back and I failed to keep you from harm."

"I still need you. I need you now more than ever, we can not show any weakness now, we have to carry the Lannister legacy. We have to protect each-other now more than ever."

He did not reply, instead he took his armor off and he headed to her bed. She knew he meant for her to follow him. They lay in bed together and with their limbs tangled it was hard to tell where one ends and the other begins. For the first time in months, since she had been thrown in the cells by Septa Unella, Cersei's head was clear and her demons were put to sleep. It is this funny thing Jaime can do, he puts his arms around her and it is as if he scares all of her bad thoughts away. He slays them for her, and this is the only way she allows herself to be vulnerable in front of someone, the only way she allows someone else to take care of her. They were just lying in bed but this felt incredibly calming. Jaime was back; he was home. She felt at home in his arms, too. It felt as if they were kids again in Casterly Rock when they used to sleep together every night until their Lady mother found out and pulled them apart. She had placed their bedchambers in opposite sides of the castle but nonetheless Jaime would still sneak in her bedchambers past the guards or through the window almost every night. It felt exciting, secretive and even as a child that feeling intrigued Cersei greatly. It made her feel like she was in power even though everyone around underestimated her. But none of that mattered in that moment as she lay in her brother's arms, taking in his body odor in. Ahh how she adored this. Jaime's odor could make her drunker than the strongest wine the wine merchant could bring her. She preferred it to any wine there was. (And we all know how the queen loves her wine.)

At least for this one night, the twins had escaped to their reality. We're the only ones in this world that matter. How could it be the same cruel Gods who took away all of her children, give her something so precious? Or was Jaime simply the Gods' way to make up for all the pain they had thrown upon her?