The two laughed as they joined their lips, both the man—well he was little more than a boy of ten-and-seven name-days. The pair sat intertwined in the corner of the royal-garden of Kings Landing. The golden haired angel giggled happily as her partner swiped a delicate rose from the nearby rosebush. The sun beamed happily in the sky embracing the pair in its golden joy. There was no deceit or hate in this corner. For once; for one blissful moment the world was finally at peace for the young girl. There was no conniving Queen or coldblooded Father; she lay there, her thin cotton dress spread out beneath her as the pair looked up at the pale blue sky, barely a cloud was in sight though there was a relieving breeze which gave respite after the beaming sun. The air brushed against her bare arms as she lay on his chest. Looking up she stared at the man of her dreams. Ser Gwaine. His long brown hair reached only his shoulders and was a hell-cat to tame, though he managed to suit the windblown upheaval that only added to his charm, His slightly tanned skin only worked to frame his beautiful chocolate brown eyes—She could get lost in those eyes. They were deep brown pools of mahogany; they held only love and adoration for her. Rolling over she sat herself upon his chest. His eyes slowly opened revealing those orbs she had grown to love. She leaned down and joined their lips. Her hand spread open on his chest the warm metal of his engagement band pressing against his muscled chest. Staring up at Igraine Lannister. He was finally home.

Though out in the distance the pair of lovers didn't notice the queens prying eyes, she watched with distaste as her younger sister received such affection. That should be hers; that undeniable attraction and complete devotion. Jealousy raged within her, and she could no longer quell it. Her husband was a disgusting whore who would rather fuck a corpse than her and the man she did love and who reciprocated her feelings, couldn't be together because such a trivial thing as blood. No. She could no longer squash the hate she had for the little bitch. She'd do something, A Lannister always pays her debt and that murdering whore was long overdue. She would avenge her mother's death one way or another. So nearly three nights later the plan was devised, Cersei had steeled her plan. She decided not to bring Jaime into this; he'd only defend the little harlot, he had a certain sympathy for their baby sister.

So when Ser Gwaine entered his chambers and began to dress for bed, he received a shock. The queen sat in his chambers. A look of woe on her face.

"I bring regretful news, Ser knight." She sighed. "My dear sister has been unfaithful. I saw her with the stable boy earlier this morn. I felt it best you know, you have served the realm with honour and valour and she has taken you for a fool. For this I am deeply ashamed of my sister's behaviour. Please believe me when I say this."

Gwaine's face fell. His mahogany hair fell into his eyes as he looked to the floor, his eyes held nothing. Cersei almost felt pity for the boy. But this had to be done Igraine could not win.

"I was with her all morning. Why are you lying?"

"You ask your queen why she lies. How dare you?"

"I ask for the truth. I will get it from the King myself."

Cersei had no time to react. Her famous lions temper got the better of her. Lifting her hand she poured the wine jug all over the floor, Its contents spilling out, the raw alcohol sat in a puddle on the hard surface. She swung the jug aimlessly as clunked him round the head. The man fell unconscious as she smirked, walking over to the desk she placed the jug upon the table and with a slight of her wrist the candle fell to the floor, slowly rotating as it spun to the marble. The second the ember touched the wine the flame leapt up. Hurriedly and without looking back Cersei turned and left the room, making sure to securely lock the door behind her. Everything was fine for the queen for weeks afterwards. Nobody saw anything of the young shell of the girl that used to be there. Though on the second-moon since Gwaine's death Cersei was pulled into a crevice. Her heavily pregnant belly jutted out. Filled with the 'kings' third child.

"What do you think you're doing, Little sister?" She spat out the words like venom.

"I know what you did." Her voice was hollow and void of any emotion.

"Aren't you an intellectual one."

Igraine didn't fight with her words. Slamming her fist right above her older sisters shoulder she glared. Suddenly Igraine was pulled off and slammed to the floor by Ser Meryn. Abruptly a predator appeared cornering the young lion cub. Cersei was a lioness and she would not be threatened by the runt of the litter.

"Ser knight, teach my dear little sister a lesson." Leisurely unsheathing a dagger he brought the dagger across the short girls cheek. Smirking while he did so. The girl squirmed and tried to break free her screams of agony echoed down the hall.

"Enough. Leave her be." The queen commanding tone beseeched. Though she gave no care to the girl who shared her blood. She quickly disappeared and left the girl fighting for her life. Not knowing Jaime would later find her dying. Though one thing Cersei didn't account for was her actions giving Igraine a reason to live; a reason to fight because as that famous saying goes;

A Lannister always pays her debts.

A/N: There was a peak into Cersei's fucked up mind. Well. It was fun…Kinda. xD I hope you enjoyed it and it cleared some stuff up as to why Igraine overreacted to the fire. And oh my God! Thankyou all for reviewing! I'm not gonna be a beg. Cos it pisses me off when people do that. But I'm thinking something special for the 100th reviewer to show my appreciation… I'm not sure what… A present-fic maybe? AND OMFGG. HAVE YOU SEEN THE NEW TRAILER. JEZUUUSS CHRIST! ITS AMAZING. I CANT WAIITTT ;D

Next Chapter: Some Robb and Igraine bonding and a big announcement.