This is my first time writing anything multi-chaptered so hopefully, there aren't any continuity errors.
Over the next few days, Jaime avoided Cersei at every opportunity, not that there were many, for she seemed to be avoiding him as well. He was still seething with rage about Lancel, Euron and moon boy for all he knew.
The fifth day after his confrontation with Cersei rumors reached the red keep that Daenerys dragon, Viserion had gotten out of control and breathed fire on several dozen of Daenerys own men, killing dozens and injuring even more, before flying off. Some said he must be being controlled by the night king. Others said the dragon queen simply couldn't control her dragons anymore.
Jaime had had enough. With a dragon now possibly under the night kings control they all needed to band together to fight this undead invasion. Otherwise, they would all die. Him, Cersei and that child she carried inside her as well. He decided he would make sure once and for all that Cersei really planned to help fight this threat. After the white walkers were taken care of he decided they would surrender and retire to casterly rock. Cersei would not win any war against a dragon queen who not only had three, well now two dragons and whose soldiers outnumbered theirs five to one. She would die trying to keep her throne and he wouldn't let that happen.
With those thoughts, he approached her chambers. Upon failing to find her there, he headed to the dungeons. Jaime knew she would more than likely be down there, observing torture of the sand snakes, the septa, or any other enemies she may have locked down there.
Outside of one of the doors Jaime heard a man's laughter and the sound of Cersei's voice. Jaime wasn't able to make out what was being said. Not that it mattered. Cersei was with a man, likely Euron he feared, behind a closed door, likely alone, and that could only mean one thing. Enraged, Jaime opened the door and stepped in. What he saw, however, was not what he expected to see.
Cersei was on a large couch, as was Euron, but naked they were not. Instead, in Euron's mouth was a large horn, at least three feet long. Jaime recognized it as a dragon horn, he had heard rumors of the iron islands having owned such an item, and he'd read and seen drawings in some books.
In spite of the laughter he had heard Euron seemed in a trance like state and Cersei seemed completely mesmerized watching him. Neither even turned towards him when he opened the door. They both seemed to be enjoying themselves rather well. Jaime got a sinking feeling. He knew now it wasn't the night king, but rather Euron and his horn that had taken control over the dragon.
With some difficulty, as he only had one hand, Jaime yanked the horn out of Eurons mouth.
"Jaime! You idiot! Do you know what you just interrupted?! Give that back now!" exclaimed Cersei.
"You idiotic cripple. You know my soldiers could have you locked in the dungeons for what you just did. And I think I will." said Euron, dazed and annoyed.
At that Cersei turned on Euron. "You will not be locking my brother up anywhere, this is my castle. You are only here to serve ME. You will never speak to my brother that way again."
"Dear sister, can we talk in private, now?" interrupted Jaime.
"Later. Return the horn to us now and there will be no punishment, If we have to take it back by force, I don't think you'll like it very much dear brother" replied Cersei scornfully.
"I will return it once you and I have a word in private. Or would you like me to talk about everything, and I do mean everything sweet sister, in front of Euron here?" Jaime replied.
Cersei looked flustered. "Fine. Euron, leave us." Cersei commanded.
Euron rose to leave, heading to the door.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" asked Cersei as Euron grabbed the door handle.
From his position, Jaime could see Euron give an eye roll. Luckily for Euron, Cersei could not see it.
"My queen," said Euron, turning around to bow before he took his leave. Jaime noticed him making an obscene gesture and was tempted to call him out on it, but the matter at hand took precedence.
"How and when did we acquire a dragon horn! When were you going to tell me we had a dragon under our control?" Jaime asked, setting the horn down on the floor behind him. It was far too heavy to hold any longer, especially with only one hand.
"You had no need to know. As to how I'm sure you've heard the rumors. Euron did, in fact, possess one. Even better, Qyburn has been examining the horn, to see if it's possible to make duplicates. Soon we may very well control all three dragons. "
"Why do we need to control the dragons?"
"To win the war of course." Cersei replied, rolling her eyes.
"A war we agreed not to fight until after the White Walker threat was taken care of, remember?"
At this Cersei laughed.
"I''m no fool dear brother. The white walkers will deplete our enemies. With that and one and soon two, and then hopefully all three dragons under control, we will ensure our victory."
"So everything you said in the dragon pit was a lie?"
"Yes," Cersei said, looking unashamed.
"Thousands will die!" Jaime exclaimed angerly.
"Just as with the Sept, I had no choice. If we sent our armies what do you think would happen to us after the white walkers are dealt with? Don't be so stupid, Jaime."
"Let the dragons help in the battle against the white walkers at least, then take control over them. If the dragons help against the white walker threat there will be fewer casualties. "
"I want there to be casualties. The more the better. Even the combined forces of our armies, the Tarly army, Euron's vast army and fleets and a dragon may not be enough to defeat them, as they still outnumber us five to one. Even if Qyburn succeeds on making duplicates of the horn we are still safest the more casualties there are."
"And what of Euron? How do you plan to keep him and his men and ships on your side? He's not going to be content to idle by helping you keep your throne. He will want your power. At best to share, but more likely he will not be content with only that. Furthermore, If you think I'm going to stand by again and watch while you are wife to someone else, you are even madder than I thought."
"And what will you do, dear brother? Euron has been quite useful. After all, it was he, not you who captured Myrcella's killers for me. I will not discard him. Not yet, anyway."
"I will leave, for where I don't know" He lied. He knew he would go north. He wisely neglected to mention that he would take her armies with him. If she knew that he didn't know what she would do.
"Furthermore, He may have captured Myrcella's killers, but it was I who killed Olenna Tyrell for you during that raid on high garden two months ago" Jaime continued.
"You let her drink poison. She killed our son and you gave her a merciful death!" Cersei exclaimed angerly.
"She had the poison vial in her hands already, I was stunned after her confession. I am sorry I didn't move fast enough. " Jaime defended. In truth, his hesitation was deliberate. Joffrey had been a bad seed and Jaime felt sympathy for the women. No one could blame her for doing what she had to in order to prevent Margaery from having to live with Joffrey's cruelty. He would have done the same for Myrcella.
"Yes, well your hesitation cost me my vengeance. I had so many things planned for Joffrey's killer. I'd always thought it was the imp though, I still can't believe he had nothing to do with it. However, he still killed father and for that, he will pay."
"Yes, he will," replied Jaime. However this time his heart wasn't really into it. He could understand, even sympathize with Tyrion and what he did.
"You wouldn't really abandon me, would you?" asked Cersei suddenly, looking worried and sad.
"Perhaps I should, how do I even know that child is mine? I can't trust you. Not since finding out about Lancel."
Cersei looked hurt and insulted.
"It is yours, I wasn't with anyone else. Not since Lancel. I have not slept with Euron either, in spite of what you may think."
She approached him then, trying to embrace him. Jaime backed away, he had to know one thing first.
"Were there others, other then Lancel?"
"How could you ask me that? Of course not."
Jaime could tell it was the truth. It still hurt like hell, but he was glad there had been no others. However, he still had yet one more question to ask before he would allow himself to fall back into her arms.
"You won't marry him, will you?" Jaime asked. As much as he hated himself for it, he knew he would stay, so long as she'd be true to him. He did not want her married to another man. Not again.
"If I have to marry, to keep his armies and fleets then I will."
Jaime felt his blood boil. She really would do anything to rise and stay in power. Let thousands die, fuck Lancel, marry Euron. He'd had enough. He'd made up his mind. He would take control of the Lannister army, and the Bartheraon and Tarly armies too if possible. Daenerys need never know he was going against Cersei either. Jaime had controlled the armies many times before, he would simply tell them all the Queen had given him the command. Tyrion and his spies may be a problem, but he reckoned he could convince Tyrion to keep quiet if he could get the armies to go north.
He was so enraged that against his better judgment he told her that he would be leaving her and taking her armies.
"I will leave you then, I will go north and I will take your armies with me. They have always followed my command and gossip is already rampant that you are even madder than the Targaryen girl."
"I will have you murdered for treason for even thinking of doing such a thing. " Cersei replied angerly, her face a mixture of hurt, shock, and betrayal.
"You will not. When I return from the north you will surrender and retire to casterly rock with me."
"I will do no such thing."
"You will for the sake of your unborn child. You cannot survive otherwise, even if you were to somehow control all three dragons. Not with an army of gods knows how many white walkers and wights, as well as all the troops and allies Daenerys has. Troops that need I remind you outnumber ours five to one."
"We will slaughter the white walkers with dragon fire if and when they arrive here."
'If it were that easy, they would have done so by now.' Jaime thought to himself. Out loud he said: "Or you could just wait to control the dragons until after the white walkers are defeated."
"Yes, well, it's a bit too late for that brother," Cersei said, stifling a laugh.
"What do you mean? Just command Euron to stop controlling Viserion"
"Even if I wanted to do that, Viserion would never be a normal dragon again. The horn binds both the dragon and user to it. When Euron isn't controlling it, it sleeps. No one else can control it either. I didn't believe Euron at first. Thought he must be lying, to keep it all for himself. But, I tried, as did Qyburn and some of his more trusted little birds. It will only work when Euron uses it. Quite a bit of a problem really, our biggest weapon could be killed while Euron sleeps, which is why we need Qyburn to hurry up on making duplicates. Somebody should be controlling one of the dragons at all times."
"Fine then, let Euron control Viserion all he wants, however, if Qyburn succeeds don't take control of either of the other two. At least not until after the white walkers are defeated."
"Let me think about that," replied Cersei, stepping back some to pour herself some wine. She casually took a long sip before replying.
"No, Nope, Never, Nada. Not in a million years. " she finally replied.
"Why not?"
"It's too risky. As I said before, we need there to be casualties."
"I will not let thousands die just so you can keep a throne that has caused us both nothing but pain!"
"It's not the throne but the people who try to take it all from us" replied Cersei angerly.
"Be that as it may, this isn't worth it any longer."
"To me it is. This is all I have left."
"You have your unborn child, and you have me."
"I do not think this child will make it to term. The witch told me I would only have three children. Gold their crowns, gold their shrouds, she told me."
Jaime groaned inwardly. He hated when she talked about prophecy as if everything was predestined. They made their own destiny. There were no gods. No fate.
"That was merely a coincidence. Witches aren't real. No one can know the future. Besides that, you still have me. You'll always have me."
"Always have you, yet you talk of leaving me." she said, accusation in her eyes.
"I would come back after the threat was defeated. Or I will stay just as long as you do not marry. I refuse to watch again while you are wife to another disgusting pig."
"I have to marry and I will marry. The child will need an official father and I need Euron's support. He controls Viserion and several ships and troops. We need him. I was going to wait a while to tell you, in hopes we'd be on better terms, but it seems now that may never be. I am to marry Euron in a weeks time."
"You will not. I forbid it." Jaime replied, his temper rising.
"I will. I have to."
"You don't. Leave with me, we'll take some gold and go to the free cities."
"I would rather die than give up this throne. "
Upon hearing this, Jaime lost what little he had left of his self-control. All he could think of was how he'd never be as important to her as the iron throne. It hurt him that she'd rather die than live out her days in some cabin with him. Why wasn't his love enough? Before he knew what he was doing his hands were around her neck, choking her. She gasped for air as he choked her.
