She wanted a storm to match her rage.
Chapter Two
Cersei was sitting with her cheek resting in her hand as she stared out from the balcony of her room that overlooked the Sunset Sea, the sun had turned the waters to gold lapping against the shore. It was a pretty sight and one that she found that she enjoyed more considering that the sun had almost been as a stranger to all of them as of late.
The blue skies had been blotted out for weeks by the dark clouds and the surface of the sea had been disturbed by the rain as it fell from the skies without ever seeming to stop for even a moment, the thunder had been near as endless as well to the point that it had grown close to giving her a headache, Jenye Farman had been even more annoying when they had been when they were girls as she had grown convinced that the gods had grown wroth with them for some reason and had sent the storms to punish them for some reason.
She didn't understand why Aunt Genna had called the girl back from Fair Isle, she had never been fond of her when she had still been here a year or so ago, she had been much fonder of Melara Hetherspoon who at the very least had been funny and bold but then poor Melara had drowned in that well, cursing and screaming and begging for anyone to help her.
But...but she had drowned before Cersei had been able to come back with help, she had not seen her body when they had dragged her up from the well but she had overheard two of her Father's men talking about her and how she had been bloated and pale and how she had been full of worms, her eyes having been eaten away from the inside. Her Lord Father had broken down weeping like a babe when he had seen the ruin that had been left of his daughter.
It had been enough to make Cersei ill, she had been forced to turn and run all the way back to her chambers and empty her stomach into her chamber pot and had been unable to leave her rooms for the rest of the night. She didn't know why it had upset her so much at the time, she had not even liked Melara overly much, she had been more amusing than fat little Jenye but that had hardly been difficult to do, and it was only later when she realized why it had upset her so.
The witch had been right, she had told Melara that she would die that night, that the worms would have her maidenhead. If that old ugly witch had been right about that part of it then that meant she could have been right about the rest of it. Some of it hadn't made any sense to her at all but the most important part she had understood well enough.
A valonqar was going to kill her, was going to wrap his hands around her throat and chocked the life from her. Her septa had told her what it had meant, it was a High Valyrian word that meant little brother. Tyrion. Tyrion was going to kill her just as he had killed Mother, he wouldn't be happy until all the rest of them were dead.
She wouldn't let that happen, she'd kill him first. A kinslayer was meant to be the most cursed of all but that would not stop Tyrion it seemed, if he was destined to be the one that would kill her, why would the gods punish her for killing her own brother when said brother was going to kill her first? Surely, she would be forgiven for that.
Not that she cared much for what the gods thought of her anyway, perhaps they did not care for her much either. They had sent Tyrion after all, the septon had always said that it was with the Mother's blessing that husband and wife were able to conceive a child, if that was the truth than the Mother must have been a spiteful cunt.
Not that she had any allies when it came to dealing with Tyrion, her uncles and her aunt had always treated the little monster with a disgusting amount of pity in place of their ability to actually feel any love for him and while Father did not pretend to care about him, Cersei knew that he would not actually kill him even if she told him about the witch's prophecy.
For a start she should not have been away from the Rock that night to start with, and if she told her Lord Father that she put her faith in the words of a low born, foreign blooded, woods witch then he would simply stare at her in contempt and call her a fool for putting stock in the tricks and mummeries of such a creature and send her on her way with a bruised pride.
No, in this she was utterly alone. She could not even depend on Jaime to protect her when it came to the Imp, he pitied the wretched little creature even more than their aunt and uncles did. He brought Tyrion gifts, carried him around on his back and even agreed with him when it came to arguments between Tyrion and Cersei and she found it utterly infuriating.
Jaime would never believe for a moment that Tyrion would try to harm her, she remembered the first time she had told him that it was because of him that they had lost Mother but he had only frowned at her and told her that it wasn't his fault at all, he had only been a babe and he hadn't decided to kill her. Cersei had chosen to point out to him that an illness doesn't decide to kill you but you cut it out before it does, a fire does not decide to burn you but all the same you put it out before it can. Jaime had only looked at her like she was mad and they didn't speak for close to fortnight after that.
But Jaime had not been able to stay angry with her for long and she had not been able to stay angry with him either and they had soon found their way back into each other's arms, though the subject of Tyrion was one that they had both learned to dance around as Cersei knew that Jaime wouldn't believe that Tyrion would harm her and Cersei knew that Jaime wouldn't be able to kill Tyrion for her, even if it meant saving her life.
She had to wonder what it would take before everyone else saw that Tyrion needed to be dealt with, quickly and firmly before he destroyed all of them. Perhaps this new doom he had brought into the Rock would be what was finally needed in order to make everyone else see at last that he would only bring harm and death, this man that had fallen out of the sky could mean nothing good.
Of course, if it had just been Tyrion who had seen it then Cersei would dismiss it as the overactive imagination of a child at best or some plot that he had thought up to bring the rest of them to harm but Jaime had claimed that he had seen him falling from the skies as well, Uncle Tygett and Uncle Gersion had said the same as well and while Uncle Kevan did not speak to her about it, he had spent several days alone with her Father in his solar and they only did that when they were discussing something that was very important.
It did not escape her notice that when this man who fell from the sky appeared the storms had stopped and the sun was shinning once again. What that meant she wasn't entirely sure, she didn't like the gods to be sure but that didn't mean that she didn't believe in them but she had never heard of one of the gods who sent thunder storms when wroth.
All the same, Cersei was growing weary of merely staying in her chambers until Father decreed that it was safe for her to come out. What did that even mean? From what she had heard, the man was still asleep and had not woken since he had been brought back to the Rock, what threat could he be like that? Here, in the very heart of their power?
That thought decided it for her, she was a lion too and she wasn't going to cower just because her Lord Father said it might be dangerous. She brushed dust from her skirts and stood from her chair and marched over to the chamber door. Jeyne Farman looked up from her needlework and called out after her. "Cersei? Where you going? What's wrong?"
"I'm going to go and see the man who fell from the sky." Cersei said, turning back to look at her companion. Jeyne's blue eyes went wide and she went paler than she already was as she got out of her own chair.
"B-but your Lord Father said not to go near him! He said that it was too dangerous and that we weren't to go near him!" Gods, she sounded so pathetic and cowardly. She had ran out of the witch's tent when she had only woken up, screaming at the top of her lungs. It had been lucky for her that she hadn't heard the witch's prophecy of her own future, if she had then Cersei was certain that she might have died right there and then.
"You don't have to do anything, stay here if that's what you want to do but I am going to go and see him." And with that, Cersei turned, deaf to all of Jeyne's protests and left the room and marched down the corridor.
One of her maids had told her that she had overheard the maester saying that the young man who had fallen from the sky had been placed in a guest chamber just off of the Golden Gallery where there was always a guard on the door to ensure that their new guest did not go wandering about if he happened to wake up though Cersei did not think that he would, he had been asleep for days and days now.
Jenye it seemed had chosen not to follow her and she was glad of that, if she had followed her then all she would have done would be to try and convince Cersei to turn back. She had tried to do so before when she and Melara had wanted their futures told and sometimes Cersei did wish that she had listened to her, but if she had then she would never have known that Tyrion would try to kill her. She needed that warning.
Cersei held her head high as she walked across the Golden Gallery and pulled open the door that would take her into the corridor where the fallen man was meant to be resting, if the guards on the man's door tried to stop her then she wasn't worried, she would be able to convince them to let her pass easily enough. All she would have to do was say that Lord Tywin had sent her to check on the Maester's progress and they would not dare question her about it.
If they did, then all she would have to do was to say that she would tell her Father they had denied her entry and they would have to explain to him why they did not let her in and if they still didn't believe her then they would have to go and ask him and her Lord Father was not accustomed to having his orders questioned by those who were meant to serve him. They would let her in rather than risk his wrath.
Yes, that was what she would do if it was just guardsmen on the door. But it wasn't, it was Uncle Tygett. He was sitting in a chair that had been placed next to the door and was drawing a whetstone across the blade on his sword. He was frowning but that didn't mean anything, Cersei had never seen her uncle smile. She had seen her Father smile several times when she had been just a little girl, either at Mother or at Cersei herself and ever once at Jaime when he had been training in the yard with his first sword.
Father's smiles had died but Cersei at least knew that her Lord Father could, she could not say the same for Tygett. Her uncle's face was always set into a frown most of the time, the rest of the time his face was blank. The only other expression that she had ever seen him ever was a scowl whenever something had truly angered him.
But for all of that, he was still Cersei's favorite uncle. Tygett was bad tempered, grumpy and always seemed to despise at his Father's presence. He understood what it was like, to always be shoved back and taken for granted. Cersei had ever been told to that to be good she would need to be a good and gentle lady, to learn how to sew and sing and please and look pretty for whoever her future lord husband was to be while Jaime was taught how to rule Casterly Rock, how to sit a warhorse and wield a sword and a lance and a mace and an axe and be a knight. His future was to be glory and praise, hers was to be moonblood and childbirth.
It was so unfair. Uncle Tygett was a third born son and according to Aunt Genna, the reason he was so angry was because he could never find a way to step out of her Father's shadow, could never find a piece of glory for his own and Cersei understood how that could make anyone so angry. That understanding had always formed a bond.
But the honor of being her favorite uncle had only come when he had promised to train her how to use a sword without her Father knowing, a wooden sword that was for a little boy to be used to train with was hardly a proper sword of her own but it was, at least for a time, the closest that she would be able to get and her uncle promised that once she had proven to him that she was able to handle a sword then he would do what he could to get her a proper one, just like the one that Jaime had.
So, for the next several days Cersei would sneak out of her bed chamber at the midnight hour to get to the training yard where her uncle would be waiting for her. The first few lessons where very boring, if she was to be honest, they mostly went over on how to properly hold the sword in her hand and the best way to stand while facing her enemy.
But after those few early boring lessons, they got into the part that Cersei was actually interested in and that was how to actually use a sword. Her uncle taught her how to anticipate where the next blow was going to come from, how to block it, how to hit a man to wound, to disarm and to kill. She loved it, the lessons left her with bruises sometimes and often she woke the next morning with sore muscles and barely able to get out of bed to attend her needlework lessons with her Septa but she didn't care, it was happiest she had been in ages.
So of course she wouldn't be able to keep it, someone, she never found out who but she imagined that it must have been some servant or other, had gone and told her Father and Mother. Mother had been gentle as she knelt down in front of her, her swollen belly making it difficult to do so Cersei knew so she knew that when she did that she had to listen to her, to tell her that it wasn't for her to play with swords.
Cersei had wanted to scream at her, telling her that she hadn't been playing with a sword. Uncle Tygett had been training her how to use one but she knew that her Mother would not hear her, would not be able to understand and so she had simply cried and rubbed at her eyes. She had cried even more and louder when she had learned that her Father had banished uncle Tygett from the Rock. Not could sooth her then, not even Jaime.
Once she had finally stopped crying she had asked Jaime to train her how to use a sword but he wouldn't do it, she had told him not to be so stupid about it. He was Father's son and his heir, he wasn't going to banish him from the Rock and if he saw that Cersei was serious about it, if he saw that Cersei could use a sword just as well as her brother then maybe he would allow her to carry a sword as well as allowing Uncle Tygett to come back home.
But Jaime would not budge and Cersei had pushed him and stormed off and did not speak to him again, not till the night that Mother had went into seclusion and she had been too lonely to be apart from her other half anymore. After Mother had died, Uncle Tygett was allowed to return to the Rock but no apologies ever passed between the brothers as far as she knew and she imagined that the both of them were still, at least at little bit, angry with one another about it.
But for all the anger and sadness it caused at the time, Uncle Tygett never held it against her and Cersei knew that she was his favourite just as much as he was hers. The smirk he gave her when she walked into his line of sight was the only proof she needed of that. "Well, what a brave little lion cub to come wandering out of her den. Your Father won't be pleased to see you out Cersei."
"I don't care, and I am not a cub. I'm almost seven-and-ten, a woman grown. Aunt Genna was married when she was younger than me." Cersei said with a proud tilt of her head, she didn't cringe for anyone.
"True enough and I should know better than to try and argue with you. However, Cersei, why are you here?"
"I want to see the man that feel from the sky, Jaime and Tyrion got to see him, why shouldn't I be able to see him as well?"
"It was hardly planned for us to see a man falling from the sky, we were only meant to take your brother out for a quick ride and then that would be it." He breathed and then he smirked a smirk that looked much like Cersei's own, it wasn't a smile as he never smiled but he could smirk and those were only ever for her. "But, if my brothers had seen a man falling from the heavens and I didn't then I would never let up till I saw one as well, promise not to tell your Father?"
Cersei nodded her head rapidly and while it was childish she wasn't able to stop from hopping up and down while she smiled at him. Uncle Tygett laughed, it sounded cruel but Cersei knew it wasn't just as she knew the laugh that Uncle Kevan gave her when she asked for a crossbow might not have sounded cruel but she knew it was, and he mussed the hair at the top of her head and that made her stop jumping and made her own smile turn into a pout as she quickly tried to fix her hair.
Her uncle pushed open the door and Cersei walked in after him, the Maester jumped from his chair at the side of the bed and was squaking abouth something or other but Cersei couldn't hear him. At that moment, all of her attention was focused on the man in the bed.
He looked like Jaime, in a way. His hair was long and golden but unlike Jaime's and hers his was straight while theirs curled at the end. His jaw was strong and light stubbled and his nose was proud, he must be at least the same age as them or at the very least not much older or younger. His shirt had been taken off and Cersei was not able to stop a blush from spreading on her face when she was the firm muscles of his chest and his arms.
Her eyes trailed down said arms to his hand which was clutched tightly around the haft of his hammer and that confused Cersei, the young man had not woken even once and yet they could not make him let go of his hammer. Curiosity overtook her then and Cersei leaned forward to brush her fingers over the large sqaure head of the hammer.
A jolt of something ran through her as she touched the handle and she would have fallen backward if the man in the bed did not then shoot up quickly and wrapped his free hand around her arm to steady her.
Cersei found her own green eyes looking into the bluest eyes that she had ever seen, like a cloudless sky while the sun was shinning bright.
"Hello."
End of Chapter Two
Another chapter done and dusted.
I've mentioned this a few times but I love writing for Cersei, she's one of my favourite characters if not my entire favourite overall. I just love getting inside of her head.
Tygett is also one of those characters that I wished we knew more about, I do think he would have been Cersei's favourite as Cersei is excluded and not deemed as worth as much because of her gender while Tygett was considered inferior because of his place in the birth order and never being able to get out of Tywin's shadow.
Don't worry, I promise that the next chapter will feature more of Thor now that he is awake. Though, it might not be his POV but if it's not then the next chapter after that will be his. Promise.
Anywho, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please consider leaving a favourite, a review and a follow.
Tons of love,
DiscordantSymphony