Anastasia walked down the hall to the last lion. She ordered the guards away and opened the door and told them to fetch Cassandra with the child, on the bed sat Cersei, her golden hair pulled back in all its elegance and her dress which was Lannister red perfectly straight. "You've always been a proud cunt haven't you?"

Cersei stared at her, those green eyes so full of hate. "I am a Lannister and a queen you can't speak to me like that." She spat.

Anastasia walked up to the little majesty and threw her hand back slapping the woman's white cheeks there was a red handprint left on her face. "Can I do that?" Anastasia smiled. "Most noble born women after having had their home taken would get down on their knees and use whatever methods necessary to beg for theirs and their children's life. I don't want that from you but I won't let you sit there pretending that you can treat me as you did when you were a regal bitch."

"What do you want from me? If you're going to kill me just do it, don't bother talking." She rolled her eyes and looked away.

Anastasia grabbed her pretty little face and made her look. "What do I want from you?" her voice was full of pain and hatred. "I want you to feel as I felt for all those years, I want you to lie awake at night replaying the images over and over in your head to feel guilt ridden and know it is your fault that those who are closest to you are dead." She let the woman's face go. "I am going to put you through everything you made me suffer, I want you to know how helpless you are and to hate someone so much that you would kill them with your bare hands." Anastasia produced a knife from her belt and held it up to the woman's face. "You took my mother, my brother, my son and my father from me and now I am going to return the favour. I am going to make you watch as someone slits your son's throat and hacks off your father and brothers' heads and then if I'm feeling merciful I won't make you stand up on the battlements and look at their rotting heads. You will know what hate really is, when you want nothing more than to bash their face in."

Anastasia turned away from Cersei who was in tears at the thought of those she loved dead. "You've already taken a son from me, what does another prove?"

Anastasia went to the door and opened it wide. "Cassandra bring him in." Cassandra ran into the room holding the hand of Tommen.

"Mother!" Tommen screamed running for her. Cersei caught him in her arms and held him tight.

Anastasia clicked her fingers and Cassandra pulled Tommen from Cersei's arms. Cersei rose to scratch the woman's eyes out but Anastasia just shook her head and the lioness sat back down. "Thank you Cassandra, take the child." She assisted Cassandra out of the room and turned back to Cersei. "You'll see the child again once we are done. Tonight you will be moved out of this room and you will not try to run or you will never see that child again. After you are in the crowd at the front for the execution of your family if you can play the part of a common spectator, then you will be taken to a ship on board with your son you will stop off in Dorne to collect Myrcella and then you will precede to the city of Pentos where you will be working in a brothel under the name of Imogen with your two children Anastasia and Egan. You will know who you are and instruct your children on how to rule for when the time comes Tommen shall inherit Casterly Rock and Myrcella shall be given a strong marriage fitting her position and you shall know the fear my mother had having to hide the fact that you are royalty and having to have your pride destroyed for the sake of your children and once you have had your children taken from you, on to better things and have experienced the life you forced my mother into are you allowed to die, without all the things that you were born with and having been used by so many men you've lost count because your family fell and your brother couldn't protect you. I know the pain of growing up parentless and I will not subject your children to that so I will spare your life and since I can not take your mother's from you in vengeance for mine I will give you her life, just make sure you don't offend some man with a wife as jealous, bitter and spiteful as yourself."

"Please spare Joffrey." She begged.

"Joffrey is a monster and he deserves to die be glad I'm going to kill him like a man and not the spineless rat that he is. Turn around."

"No." She yelled in a mad fury throwing her arms out to strike Anastasia. "You're the monster you pretend to be better than me but it's you, you're the monster."

Anastasia grabbed Cersei's wrists and held them tight forcing Cersei to her knees. Anastasia's grip around the bitch's wrists tightened as she whispered in Cersei's ear. "Cersei if I am anything, I am what you made me, if you hadn't killed my mother I would have been someone completely different a lady, if you hadn't have killed my brother I would not have the passion I do, if you had not killed my son I would never be as dangerous as I am now and if you had not killed my father I would not have gone to war and you would have not ended up like this. I am the spawn of your misdeeds, the creation of your hate and I will see you suffer, our greatest tormentors are the ones we created." Anastasia moved back and let the woman's wrists go. "Now turn around." Cersei complied and Anastasia began to hack away her pretty gold locks, leaving it longer in parts than others, once she was done Anastasia brushed the hair of Cersei's back. She turned the former queen around to face her, putting the blade to her throat. "Now take the dress off or I'll cut you out of it." Cersei surrendered slipping the gown off. Anastasia picked up the rumpled fine cloth and passed it outside the door and she was handed back a dirty dress that looked as though it had seen many mistresses, Anastasia threw it at Cersei who was sitting on the ground. "Put it on."

As she slipped into the dress Anastasia went to leave, she had nearly slipped out of the room when she heard the woman scream. "Are you happy now, you've taken everything from me?"

Anastasia turned back in. "No, the point of it is not to make me happy but to know that you have suffered for what you have done to me. I would have been happy if you had of let my family live. You are a proud and arrogant woman who does not deserve my sympathy or my mercy." Anastasia slammed the door as she left.

Author's Note: I'd really appreciate feedback on this one because this is one of the scenes I thought about when starting this story.