She'd been receiving the ravens, hiding them from Rhaegar. Though the King and Queen spoke on almost everything, some matters were not hers to share. The details of Lyanna's crumbling marriage were one of those things. Robert may have loved her in the beginning, he didn't now, by the sound of it. As Spring broke over Westeros, their correspondence increased, and Cersei's anger with it. Her own marriage was strengthened since her visit to Dorne, and Lyanna was dying in hers.
"I don't see why it would be such trouble for me to pay my closest friend- my only, aside from you and Jamie that is- a short visit. The children will be fine here, and they wanted to see their dragons anyway." She hated the beasts, but letting the children see them was easier than denying them. She'd faced enough tantrums and jests to know that by now. "And she needs me, love." She hummed, stepping closer and resting her hands on Rhaegar's shoulders as he sat in the high backed chair.
"I don't see why you can't just send for her to come to Kings Landing. I'm sure she'd enjoy getting away from that brutish husband of hers." Rhaegar's hand found her waist with ease.
Though she leaned into his touch, she let out an exasperated sigh and shook her head. "I've told you why." She sighed, looking off for a moment. "She can't leave the children with him. Would you leave Daena or the twins with a man like that?" She knew he wouldn't. He'd already turned down Robert's request for Daena's hand for his son Joffrey, and even without the betrothal in Winterfell, Cersei knew that Rhaegar would not risk her in Robert's house, or with his eldest son.
Rhaegar sighed in exasperation, knowing this was a losing battle. "Alright you may go, but make it short," he said giving her a stern look.
"Don't look at me like that, husband." She sighed, pecking his cheek. "I'm not about to let you start deciding how long I can travel for." It was a joke, of course. He never asked for too much than she would give, nor could she stay away for long. "I just need to help her with a few things…"
Rhaegar arched his brows examining his wife. Pycelle had told him that the Queen received letters often from Storms End, more than she told him about. He had some ideas what his wife was conversing with the Baratheon lady about but he wasn't about to test them. "Help her with something? I don't know if I like the sound of that." he murmured.
The Queen smirked softly, giving his shoulder a squeeze. "You trust me, do you not?" She hummed, tracing the lines of his neck with her fingers. "I promise I will not cause any trouble. You have my word."
Rhaegar rolled his eyes; his wife seemed to have a knack for trouble. Lyanna only seemed to bring that side out more. "Yes because you've done such a good job teaching our children to not cause trouble."
"You let them keep the dragons." She pointed out, a slight pout on her lips. "I had to get you back for that."
Rhaegar laughed and kissed his wife's forehead, "Of course you did!"
Grinning, the Queen bent to kiss him sweetly. This was why she was desperate to travel to Storm's End. Lyanna deserved happiness, or at least respite. Cersei had her silver prince, the husband every girl dreamed of. Although Lyanna may love Robert, their love was more toxic than anything. The King and Queen fought, although the worst the King had ever done was grab her, and Cersei was prone to striking his arms and chest when she was extremely upset, they more often than not simply treated each other to silence. He would never hit her nor treat her the way Robert did Lyanna.
Rhaegar smiled, "Just don't get any ideas about how you want to act in court."
"Whatever do you mean?" She grinned, pulling back and playing with the short hair at the base of his neck. "I'm perfectly behaved…"
Rhaegar rolled his eyes, "I completely agree."
Cersei dragged her nails over his scalp teasingly. "My father would punish us both if I took one step out of line, you know it as well as I do."
Rhaegar laughed, "King and Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, yet we quake in the sight of your father still."
"The fearsome Tywin Lannister," She rolled her eyes. "At the very least, he keeps Aerion in line." It was a bit ridiculous that her father ordered them around like children, and that they listened. "You did make him Hand, otherwise he'd be back at the Rock and leave us in peace."
"And who would you have as Hand then, Cersei?" He laughed softly. "Mace Tyrell? Eddard Stark?"
His teasing made the Queen roll her eyes and pull her hands back from him. "You're ridiculous. Stand up to my father while I'm gone, love. If only so I can speak in small council meetings. I'm getting bored of you making me come to keep you entertained."
"You do a little more than keep me entertained… Varys finds you very entertaining as well."
"Only because he watches my face," She smirked, "Be glad he doesn't see my hands."
"I'm sure he watches them, his little birds do see everything."
She grimaced. "Not everything, surely. I have birds of my own, but even the best spies miss things, love." Varys was the master of whispers, but Cersei was uncomfortable with the man, and just how much he knew. After all, if he knew the truth of her third son… that was a secret they couldn't afford to get out. The monster was out of her sight, and Tyrion was to never bring him to the capital. Still, if Varys already knew, what was the good in all her precautions.
Her brow wrinkled in worry and she glanced off for a moment, sighing heavily.
Rhaegar seemed to know exactly what she was thinking about. "Don't worry me love," he murmured running his thumb over her cheek. "We are safe in our secrets."
"You can't know that," She whispered, closing her eyes. "Someone could have seen, told him.. told anyone…"
"Then we can scare them to secrecy. Between you and I, I think we could outfox anyone."
Cersei simply frowned, her fingers pressing into her palms for a moment. "I suppose," she murmured, "It's not like they would be believed." She took a deep breath, leaning down to kiss his cheek. "I leave at dawn, my love. I'll say goodbye to the children tonight."
Rhaegar nodded, "Tell them they're going to Dragonstone, it will make them moan less."
"If I tell them it would make them suspicious," she rolled her eyes. "You tell them. They love the beasts more than me."
Rhaegar laughed, "They are not beasts and the children love you as much as the dragons."
Cersei scoffed. "Being equal to a beast is not where I saw myself. And they are beasts, you'll never convince me otherwise." Her tone was joking, and they'd had this conversation before, but Cersei knew he was lying to placate her. All three of her babes had turned on her the moment she forced the dragons from the keep, and it had nearly sent her running back to Dorne. But she was the Queen; she had an appearance to maintain. "Are you going to send a guard with me?" She asked instead.
Rhaegar nodded, "I was thinking Arthur Dayne, he's always liked Lyanna. Plus he went with you to Dorne, and he is the best fighter out of the group."
"Jaime is the best fighter," she retorted instantly, "But Ser Arthur is fine. I just wanted to make sure I didn't have to put up with a mess of Kingsguard in excess. I wanted to ride anyway." She still rode the horse he had gifted her at the wedding, gilded gold saddle and all, though as of late she'd been trying to set a good example for Daena and avoiding it. "I've missed riding."
"Now that winter is over you should take the children riding in the Kingswood more, I'm sure they would enjoy it. Maybe they'll even love you more than the dragons then."
She shook her head, moving to the door. "If you want your daughter be a wildling, of course I will." She sighed, standing in the archway of his solar. "But I intend for her to be a good wife and Princess, so I will not."
Rhaegar laughed, "I'm sure Robb Stark would not mind a wildling, who knows what their doing up there!" He called as she left the door letting it thud shut behind her. Rhaegar smirked at his own joke as he sat down to read over a proposal of ships for the royal fleet.
At dawn the next morning, Ser Arthur helped her onto her horse, the white of his armor and the white of her mare nearly blending into the thick fog. Even Cersei's own cloak was white, though the black dragon emblazoned on the back looked almost ethereal. She shivered slightly.
The cold was worth it though. She would rather brave another illness than leave Lyanna in Robert's hands for a minute longer than she had to. The man was ringing the life out of her.
She wasn't a man, she hadn't lifted a sword since her 12th nameday, she couldn't pretend to fight with her hands, and even tall as she was she'd never been allowed to learn to use her limbs to defend herself. But her wits and her beauty had to be enough. It hadn't been terribly difficult to convince the High Maester to show her his collection of potions. An immodest dress tied slightly too tight and the mere hint of a smile and the flustered old man had opened the vault to her. The coin was merely a tip for his expediency.
If this had been a normal visit, there would have been fanfare and cheering crowds, but as they neared the next town she traded her cloak, ignoring Ser Arthur's questioning glance when she handed him the same black cloak she now wore. "Please, spare me." She drawled when he went to question, kicking her horse into a brisk trot once more. It was unladylike to gallop as she had been, no matter how desperate she was to reach her friend.
Robert was unpleased to see her without Rhaegar, or perhaps at all. The Queen's haughty glare inflamed his temper, just as her dress did his desire. It certainly was an infuriating combination, and one obvious to Cersei.
She'd scarcely dismounted when Lyanna insisted that they take a walk along the Eastern and Southern battlements to see the bay. The wind buffeted them from all sides and whipped the waves to white peaks, but for once Cersei did not mind the cold, they needed the wind to drown out the words they were about to exchange.
The wind howled about them, causing both women to shiver against the chill as they reached the farthest flung point, away from all the guards where the breeze was filled with flecks of salt and spray.
Cersei turned to her friend who burst into tears before speaking a word. Cersei gently pulled Lyanna into her arms. Her friend was changed. She could tell even as she held her that Lyanna had lost weight, something she should not be doing three months pregnant with another child. The woman once so strong was weak and trembling in her arms, sobbing her eyes out and Cersei felt helpless, all she could do was hold her.
"I can't take this anymore!" Lyanna sobbed, "I can't stand him, I don't know what to do."
Cersei held her friend and murmured comforting words until Lyanna calmed down, then Cersei reached inside her sleeve and pulled out a small vile, slender and full of clear liquid. Lyanna saw it and gasped.
"You knew this was the only option." Cersei whispered. It hadn't been easy to secure, and she'd paid for it prettily in her father's coin. However, seeing Lyanna now she knew it was more than worth it.
Lyanna nodded but her eyes were wide with fear, "I know, but if someone were to find out, was to tell someone, if we get caught…"
Cersei replaced the vial in her sleeve and took her friends hands. "Lyanna don't worry, nobody knows about this. And no one will. Not even my husband. Its a risk we have to take." Lyanna nodded, but was still afraid, her dark eyes clouded with emotion. "Remember what he did to you," Cersei murmured, "What he tried to do to your children, what he already has done to them. You know that he will continue to hurt you and soon he will start to hurt Meera and Gendry more, Edwyn and Rodrick too." Her hatred for Robert made her voice into a bitter growl against the wind, and Lyanna saw the lioness in her evermore.
She knew that her friend would do anything for her family, that she would always be fiercely protective. Lyanna envied that in her, once she had pitied the Queen, seeing her marriage as being doomed the way she was, but now she was jealous, jealous of the love and joy in her best friend's marriage, things she would never have. She needed to be strong that way too, to be the she-wolf once more.
Lyanna looked up at her, fear blooming again behind her eyes, "I can't let him do that. Gods Cersei, to think that its come to this. I thought I loved him once… I was so stupid."
Cersei gripped her friends hands, "You weren't stupid. You were young and he was handsome and told you he would love you, and for all we know he did. Its not your fault he's a lying manipulative bastard who doesn't know how to love." The Queen remembered the warning Lyanna had given her , the many warnings before her own wedding. She recalled their talk of honor. Just another thing her friend had treasured that she lost. The words flooded bitterly onto her tongue.
Lyanna laughed, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. Cersei pulled her friend in for another embrace and gently stroked her hair. Lyanna was crying again, but this time it was gentler and she seemed less broken.
"Dont worry, " Cersei murmured, "After its done Meera, Edwyn, Rodrick, and you will come back to the capital with me. We'll make sure they're happy and keep all of you safe." Lyanna nodded against her shoulder, "Nothing is going to hurt you now."
As Lyanna returned to her rooms later that night she wished there was another way. She had never been one for murder, despite her childhood wishes of being a great knight she had always pictured valiant battles, fighting people to death, and their deaths were always full of glory. She had never wanted to kill anyone in secret, when they had no way to defend themselves, that was not honorable.
Despite everything else that had happened to her she was still a Stark and she didn't want to kill someone in a dishonest way. She still had some honor, or at least she still cared about it.
When she entered her chambers she was surprised to see two sleeping forms in her bed. She crossed quickly and pulled back the covers to reveal Gendry and Meera curled up together asleep, Gendry's arms wrapped protectively around his little sister. She smiled, they reminded her so much of her and her brothers during her childhood at Winterfell.
Lyanna gently shook her son's shoulder, waking him up. Gendry rubbed his eyes and seeing his mother, smiled. Lyanna smiled back, her son never smiled anymore, she wished he would.
Gendry sat up pulling himself away from his sister without waking her. Lyanna crossed to the small table she kept by the window and sat down gesturing for her son to take the other seat. Gendry sat opposite her, running his hands through his hair musing it.
"Why did you come this time?" Lyanna murmured. It had become an all too regular occurrence for her to find the two children in her bed like this; usually it had something to do with Joffrey. Lyanna really and truly hated her first son.
Gendry seemed to read his mothers thoughts, "It wasn't because of Jeoffrey, not this time."
Lyanna gave him a questioning look, "Then why did you come?"
"We came because of father," Gendry murmured almost so silent that she didn't hear him.
Lyanna felt her blood go cold. She could take Robert hitting her every now and then. She was strong and could take it, especially since she hoped it would keep him away from her children. But she would not tolerate him ever hurting her children.
"When?" she hissed.
Gendry looked away, "This afternoon. We were coming up the stairs and he came out of his room. He saw us and started yelling about how she was supposed to be a boy, that he needed three boys a row to be like the Baratheon's of old. She backed up against the wall, she was so scared." Gendry quitted for a moment and stared at his hands. Lyanna leaned across the table taking both of his hand in hers. She squeezed them gently, passing as much reassurance to him as she could.
He took a deep breath and continued, "She kept apologizing and I was trying to get him off her, but he was so big. Then he yelled that he should have smothered her when she was a baby so he wouldn't have to deal with this embarrassment on his house. She found her voice then, she told him that he was the biggest embarrassment to the house, and he should be ashamed of the way he acted and treated you. He hit her for that, he said women were meant to be quiet and she had best learn that before her marriage."
Gendry couldn't continue, he had begun to cry, the tears streaming down his face, his body wracked with sobs. Lyanna stood up and walked around the table, crouching down on the floor next to him and pulling him into her arms. She held her son close as he cried into her arms and cried right along with him.
Any regret she may have been having about what she was about to do was completely gone. She would not tolerate anyone touching her children. They were not his, not in her mind. No father in his right mind would hit his daughter, his child, his flesh and blood.
She carried her son back to bed and tucked him in as if he were a babe again, then she walked around to the other side of the bed and curled up protectively around her daughter. She could see the bruise had already formed on her face. She couldn't tell anyone where it was from, she would use the excuse of running into a doorframe, it had worked for years now. But as she watched her little Meera sleeping, she knew what it must feel like to be a knight.
Lyanna begged Robert not to hold the feast, but he insisted they needed to honour the Queen. She'd told him that this was just a short visit between two old friends, and Cersei wanted no feast.
Robert raged at her for almost an hour about that one, he said that he would honour the Queen since if he didn't he would fall out of royal favor. Lyanna bit back her retort so he wouldn't hurt the child growing in her belly but that night she flew into a rage in front of Cersei.
"He's going to deplete all the stores and everyone but him and the whores will be miserable, and they'll only be having fun because they know it'll be a big pile of gold for them the next morning!" Lyanna fumed.
"Is he inviting everyone in the surrounding area?" asked Cersei in a conversational tone.
"Why does that matter?" snapped Lyanna.
"Is he?" The Queen pressed.
Lyanna glared at her friend before nodding, "He wants to impress Your Grace by showing how much the people of the Storm Lands love their lord."
Cersei snorted, but then smiled. "Then we know when we'll poison him."
Her face wrinkled in confusion, than understanding and panic spread across her face, "No! there will be so many people there! Someone will see us!"
Cersei smiled, "No one will see us, don't worry yourself. With so many people there it would only seem natural that he may have caught something from one or another of them. When the fever strikes it won't be seen as so strange."
Lyanna wasn't convinced, "It's such a large hall, and everyone's eyes will always be on him, there is no way that we would go unnoticed!"
Shaking her head, Cersei smirked "There are ways to go unnoticed by others. It would not be seen as strange if you passed your husband his goblet, say, or if he should ask me to dance and you remained at the head table."
Lyanna nodded, wrapping her head around the idea. She knew that she must be the one to poison Robert. He had hurt her for so many years and she did not want to let another get revenge on her for this. Besides, Her Grace may have brought the poison, and would surely be happy to do the deed for her friend, but should anyone catch them, she wouldn't want to ruin Cersei's happiness with this.
This was her problem, her marriage, and it was her job to fix it.
They had a week to prepare for the feast and during that time Lyanna and Cersei rarely found time to be together. Lyanna was working constantly to prepare the hall for the feast along with all the food that they would need to eat.
When she could she hid in her room and practiced slipping the poison into the drink. Most of her gowns at Storm's End had pockets in the sleeves for money and documents so it would be all too easy for her to hide the vile. The problem was ensuring that nobody say her.
Lyanna practiced with Cersei the day before and her friend helped her correct her hand movements to ensure that nobody would see her. Lyanna perfected the movements while Cersei tried to think of different reasons to keep the people distracted, but they kept returning to Cersei's least favorite idea, a dance.
"I don't want to do it!" cried Cersei throwing herself dramatically across the bed while Lyanna watched her friend with a raised eyebrow.
Lyanna glared at her friend, she had put up with Robert for years the least Cersei could do was one dance. Lyanna knew that she was just messing around, that Cersei would willingly do the dance, but her friend had always enjoyed theatrics and this was no exception.
"You know its your only choice, it wouldn't be out of order if I were to remain at the table during the dance." Lyanna turned to look at her friend, "It's the best shot we have, and we must take it."
Cersei nodded, her own marriage had been so full of joy and happiness, all she wanted was for her friend to have similar joy with someone in her life. Cersei had watched the look in Lyanna's face as she prepared for the ball, and it broke her heart to see her friend so without love.
Normally Cersei reveled in the attention she received at feasts, but as Robert lead her out on to the dance floor all she could do was look straight ahead and plaster a smile on her face, she hopped that it would fool someone. She had learned the face as a child in Aerys court and had perfected it when she believed herself to be marrying a man who didn't love her, back when the only man in her life was Jamie.
The Lords and Ladies of the Storm Lands seemed at the very least fooled by it. They all had smiles of genuine joy on their faces as they watched their liege lord prepare to dance with the Queen. Cersei had been terrified that Robert would step on her feet or slobber all over her, but he did surprisingly well. He only tread on the hem of her gown once and he didn't get too close for comfort.
Cersei made herself keep going, keep smiling. Five minutes of discomfort would be a small price to pay for Lyanna's future happiness.
Cersei made sure that her dress caught the light enough to draw everyone's eyes. Nobody would be looking anywhere but the Queen tonight, especially now.
When the dance dance finished everyone applauded and Cersei smiled graciously.
Lyanna applauded along with everyone else and Robert returned to his spot next to her she handed him a goblet of wine. He was red from the strain of the dance, and managed to down the entire goblet in single swig. Cersei did her best to avoid a smirk coming over her lips. She joined Lyanna at the high table and the two women sat together until Robert was well into his cups, then the two women left together,
It was two days later that Robert Baratheon fell ill. He woke sweating, complaining of pain in his stomach and of feeling a temperature. Lyanna ran for the maester. She knew the role she had to play and insisted on returning to the room and sitting by her husband. She clutched his hand close and begged him not to die. If Cersei had been there she would have been proud, but the Queen and all the other Lords were confined to the outer room to avoid getting ill.
Lyanna sat at his side all day, she murmured words of comfort at first, telling him it would be all right. Later when the maester became less optimistic she became more hysterical, she begged him to stay with her. She told him that she loved him, that she didn't know how to live without him, and that the children needed him. She talked about their time together when they were young. She told him of their wedding, how happy he had always made her and how she didn't know how to walk the halls of this castle without the promise of him around the corner. By the end she was weeping at his side.
When the maester said that there was nothing he could do, that Robert would die, she asked that the children be allowed to see him one more time.
Robert smiled as the children filed into the room. He called Joffrey forward first. Lyanna watched as her eldest son took his fathers hands.
Robert smiled, "You're a good boy Joffrey, a true Baratheon." Her husband wheezed, "You're going to be lord of Storms End now. Men are going to look to you, you must be a proud, strong Baratheon. Make sure you take care of your mother, and your siblings." He paused struggling to keep going, "I should have been a better father to you, and for that I am sorry. Be strong my son."
Joffrey nodded before stepping back as Robert waved Gendry forward. Lyanna hopped that he would be kind to his second son.
Robert smiled, "You're a strong boy Gendry, a fighter. You are going to be a great knight, a man that all will fear to face in the field. Maybe you'll even become a member of the Kings Guard, you're going to be a man of honor. There is enough Stark in you for that." Robert smiled and waved his son away. Lyanna thought he would call for Meera next, but instead he paused taking a deep breath.
"Rodrick," he called, "you next." Lyanna did not miss the hurt in Edwyn and Meera's eyes as their father blatantly ignored them. Rodrick toddled forward, his three-year-old legs barely holding him up as he walked to his father, "You're so young, I'm sorry I will not get to see the man you will grow up to be. Make sure you work hard and listen to your mother, listen to your maester, and most importantly listen to your master-at-arms, no Baratheon man will grow up not knowing how to wield a sword."
Rodrick nodded earnestly and stepped back in line, "Leave now, all of you. You shouldn't have to watch your father die."
As the children left Lyanna didn't miss the expression of hurt on Edwyn's face, nor the steely look of indifference that Meera was trying and failing to display. Both her daughters would never get over being slated by their father. Lyanna hoped that with him gone they could grow and become the people they were meant to be without fear.
As they left Lyanna took her husbands hand and forced tears into his eyes, gently Robert reached up his other hand to her cheek, brushing one tear away before letting it fall back.
"Lyanna," was all he murmured as his eyes closed for the last time.
Robert's funeral was the day after his death. Lyanna stood before the grave with her hair pulled back into a long braid. Her dress black as night and all her children lined up beside in black looked far too somber for what Lyanna felt was the best day of their lives. She prided herself in being able to call up the needed tears at the right time in order to seem like the grieving widow that she was expected to but when they returned she gathered her children as well as the household and several of the major lords of the Storm Lands together in her solar.
She called Cersei in along with her; she would need her friend for strength.
The Lords looked at her expectantly and her children looked nervous. Only Cersei knew what was coming. They had decided this before the feast, Lyanna did not wish to stay in Storms End, and not with all the memories of Robert she didn't want to stay around it.
Cersei had already agreed to have her in the capital and Lyanna fully intended to take her children with her. She couldn't take Joffrey with her, he now had duties as lord of the Storm Lands, she had also decided to leave Gendry behind with him. Gendry was only a year younger and Lyanna was hoping that he would be able to keep his older brother in check and ensure that the Lords didn't get into to much trouble. However, she was taking the rest of the kids and fleeing, she was going to the capital and getting out.
Lyanna watched as the Lords filed in and sat down. She straightened her back as they all turned to look at her expectantly.
"My Lords I would like to thank you for coming, even if it is for such a sad day." All the Lords nodded sympathetically, even if they hadn't admired Robert's ability to lead, he was their liege lord and they wanted to gain her support now or hoped to win her hand. "My Lords, you knew my husband, and you knew that he was a good man, a great man." The lords all nodded, they were buying it, Robert was always the life of the party, his lords were very fond of him and they believed his wife felt the same way. Lyanna would not change their opinion of him now.
She clasped her hands in front of her and took a deep breath, "My Lords this place is too full of my husband." She said, "We have lived here together for almost fifteen years and enjoyed a happy life together. It is hard for me to keep on living without him, but being here in this place. It is too much."
She paused and let the Lords sink it all in, they were believing it as far as she could tell. Meera and Gendry had the good sense to let nothing on. Joffrey just looked bored and Lyanna thanked her lucky stars for that, none of the lords were used to seeing him look any different so she doubted they would care.
She took a deep breath, "My Lords, I have come to a decision. I am going to leave Storms End. I cannot bear it here anymore, not without Robert. Queen Cersei has agreed that I may join her in the capital. I will leave the day after tomorrow; I will be bringing Meera, Edwyn, and Rodrick with me. Gendry and Joffrey must remain here. I will miss my husband far too much to stay."
Lyanna broke down once again in fake tears, and as Cersei rose and embraced her gently all the lords murmured their condolences. Meera was practically beaming with joy, barely able to keep it in check. Gendry didn't smile, but he was happy. His siblings would be protected from their brother and he'd had gotten bigger over the past few years, he was now at least as big as Joffrey and growing, he could take him.
Yet what nobody noticed was the look of suspicion on Joffrey's face. He had found the circumstances of his father's death suspicions and now as he watched the Queen embrace his mother he knew that she had something to do with it.
Robert had always said that the Lannisters were power hungry, and that they would do anything to hang on to their power. Joffrey also knew that he was descended from the Targaryens, Robert had always said that should all the male Targaryen's die it would be his right to claim the throne. Joffrey watched the Queen and knew that it was true. The Lannisters were all desperate to hang on to power and Cersei was ensuring that there were no male claimants left other than hers, she would kill them one Baratheon at the time.
Queen Cersei had murdered his father.
