Jaime

A servant propped my foot up with a stack of pillows.

"Quite a nasty fall, little lord?" She said as she gently rubbed the ankle that was supposedly broken.

"Oh, yes," I agreed. "It does hurt very much."

She smiled. "It's funny though, I been serving you since you was a wee thing and I never seen you get hurt till today."

"I tripped myself. I feel rather foolish."

"You should. Only a fool would do something like that," Her smile sharpened into a knowing smirk. "And Jaime Lannister is no fool."

I gritted my teeth, careful not to let her know that I was indeed faking an injury. And such a stupid injury at that. I was calculating an appropriate response when Cersei threw open the door. She looked flustered, her cheeks rosy and her golden plaits had become loose.

The servant rose to curtesy."M'lady,"

Cersei gave a small nod and hurried to my side. She shoved me slightly and sat next to me. I could tell she was about to speak but before she could we needed privacy.

"Leave us," I said to the servant. Her eyes narrowed as she rose. Once more she curtsied and left the room, but careful enough to leave the door open a small crack. No doubt she or another servant would be eavesdropping.

"Close the door," I told Cersei. In a flash she rose and shut it tightly. If anyone had pressed their ears to the opening they surely would have gotten hurt. This time Cersei did not gracefully prop herself onto the mattress but jumped onto it rumpling the covers and causing the frame to tremble.

"I saw him!" She exclaimed. "All of him!" I stayed silent, expecting her to continue. But instead she just sat in front of me with big, mischievous green eyes. I urged her to continue with a small hand gesture. "He was..." She began. "He was ugly."

"Ugly?" I said. "No Lannister is ugly."

"He is though. And small."

I laughed. "Cersei, he's a baby. Of course he's going to be small."

"No," she said shaking her head, golden wisps of hair fluttering around her. "I mean really small."

"He can't be that small," I countered. "We've seen the nurses carry him before. It's not as though he fits in the palm of their hands."

"Alright, but he is small."

I sat up straighter in bed. "I don't care how small or big he is, what does he look like?"

"Ugly."

I began to grow frustrated. "Yes you said that."

Cersei placed her hands onto her narrow hips. "Because that's what he is, Jaime. He's ugly."

I rolled my eyes and turned to the lemon cake the servant had placed on my bedside table. I bit into it, chewing it into oblivion before I spoke again. "Alright," I finally said to her. "What about him is ugly?"

She took the remaining cake from me and began to nibble it daintily as she had been taught. She seemed to be thinking as she nibbled, searching for the words on how exactly to explain what she saw. "His face," she said before returning to the cake. She paused to swallow. "It was mostly his face that made him ugly."

"What about his face?" Periodically she would bite into the cake,take a moment between chewing and swallow to think and then explain what she saw. She described to me eyes of two different colors, a ruddy pig snout for a nose, and gnarled limbs. When she told me that our brother had claws I was convinced she was lying. "No baby could draw blood with just their finger nails," I finally said. "You're lying. I bet everything you said was a lie."

"I'M TELLING THE TRUTH!" She cried. "I swear on our mother's grave that I'm not lying to you." I mulled over her words. She had the conviction to be telling the truth. And even father said that our baby brother was a monster. Cersei would easily tell stories, but father already felt this way. He had been the one to lock away his child. Certainly he was angry about mother's passing, but there was no reason to hate his second son when she gave her life for him. "I believe you," I finally said.

She seemed pleased as she finished the last morsel of the cake. "Oh Jaime," she sighed lowering herself to rest her head on my shoulder. "He really is a monster."

"Yes," I said wrapping my arm around her. "But he is a Lannister even so. Therefore he is family, and if something were to happen to me everything would be left to him instead."

Her head nuzzled my collar bone as she tried to get comfortable. She released a small yawn before letting her eyes close softly. "Don't say that, Jaime," she whispered. "I need you to be with me forever."

"Cersei," I purred as I brushed a stray hair from her brow. "I could never leave you."