Valyrian Steel

Chapter 14

Cersei watched the green flames of wildfire burn away all the filth and muck of Fleabottom with a smile. She watched the glow of green dance across her skin and fancied that she looked ethereal. Her hair had finally grown back to a respectable length and she knew the light would only make her whole naked body look green. Green eyes, blonde hair turned green from the light and her Lannister green eyes. She knew that she was a vision.

Another explosion sounded and Cersei fancied that she could almost hear the screams from her window. The Alchemist had assured her that the flames would stay in Fleabottom and spread only to the Street of Sisters. The Targaryens had landed and Cersei knew what was coming, fire and blood. They would have burned the city down anyways, why shouldn't she. For now, it was her city to burn.

She should have listened to Joffrey and killed them all years ago during that horrible dung riot. The bastards had more time than they deserved. With Fleabottom gone there would be less mouths to feed.

A knock sounded on her door, "What is it?", she asked.

"Lord Tommen is asleep, Maester Qyburn gave him some sweet sleep."

"Be sure that there are two guards in his room as well as at the door." Cersei commanded. She had already lost two children, she did not need to lose another, no matter how petulant. Since his wife's escape Tommen had refused to speak to her, no amount of guilt or discipline could convince him to utter a word to her. There was one incident that almost caused him to speak to her, she had killed one of the filthy cats that he had taken to. He glared at her and spat at her feet, she slapped him and he didn't even protest or rage as Joffrey would have. Tommen had even refused to eat anything but bread and water until she resigned as regent. But Qyburn assured her that he could force the child to eat if it came to that. Perhaps if she got him a lion cub, like the Starks and their wolf pups.

Myrcella would have been a beauty as great as hers, but the Dornish scarred her and killed her. And the gods had sunk her ship. Lost at sea her precious little princess. She would have been safe here, she would have helped curb Tommen's rebellious nature. Myrcella.

Cersei heard another explosion watched in ecstasy as another cache of wild fire exploded. This was enough of a distraction to keep her mood high. Tonight she would sleep, bathed in the light of her victory, dragons be damned. Cersei set her head down and slept to the lullaby of her enemies screams.

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Cerseis door swung open and before she could yell at the fools for barging in when she was naked one of the guards yelled, "My Queen they are storming the Keep!"

"Who, the Targaryens?!"

"No, the common folk!"

Cersei felt a wave of anger wash over her and she reached out for a robe. "Kill them all, no prisoners."

Cersei dressed herself quickly and made her way to Tommens room, Ser Robert Strong trailed silently behind her. A mighty roar of people sounded around the Red Keep. They called for justice, for blood, for her head. A crash sounded below and the shouts came closer.

She ran, Tommen, he had to be protected. Casterly Rock, they would be safe there. The Targaryens were coming for the throne, she would have the Rock. She could treat, work young Aegon around her finger, kill Daenerys and come back stronger than ever. But Tommen had to be protected.

Tommen was being led by four Knights of the Kings Guard, he wore a sword at his side and for a moment she saw Jaimie. The baby fat had finally melted from her son revealing a beautiful gentle prince. But gentle was not what this Kingdom required, they needed a strong hand, her hand.

"The rioters have made it into the Keep, we must retreat to Casterly Rock." She commanded.

They made their way down the stairs taking down looters and rioters along the way. Qyburn joined them and Tommen managed a few kills and Cersei felt pride.

"You look like your father." she murmured as the guards cleared a path for them while they waited in safety.

"Jaime is no father to me as you are no mother to me." He said, no anger in his voice only sadness. Cersei recoiled from his look of utter apathy. He was not fighting her or looking at her with anger, this was a different look. The same look she used to get from her husband, her father, even Tyrion. Distate, disappointment, and a lingering apathy. He was looking down on her, her own son.

"Do not speak to me so coldly, I am your mother." She shot back

Tommen smiled sadly, "I was mothered by a monster."

The way is clear, one of the knights called out and guided them down towards the stables. Cersei left first, Robert Strong guided her and helped her mount her horse. That was when the rioters spilled into the street, ugly unwashed and covered in soot.

"Take her away now!" Tommen commanded and stood with his men to face the rioters. Cersei made to get off her horse and run towards Tommen but the world went black as she watched the unwashed masses rush towards her beautiful golden child.

She awoke in Robert Stong's arm on a large destrier. She shot up and immediately clutched her head in pain. "Tommen?" she asked.

"I do not know, we rode away. Last I saw he was in the tick of the fighting and the Red Keep was on fire." Qyburn answered kindly from atop his mare.

Gold shall be their crowns and gold their shrouds, she said. And when your tears have drowned you, the valonqar shall wrap his hands about your pale white throat and choke the life from you.

Cersei laughed, and cried as the cold bit into her.