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Summary: It had started with a simple and harmless enough talk between those two.
WARNING! THIS STORY CONTAINS THEMES SUCH AS SEXUALITY, A MALE PAIRING ( A MAN LOVING ANOTHER MAN ). IF YOU DO NOT FEEL AT EASE WITH THOSE, PLEASE FEEL FREE TO SKIP TO ANOTHER STORY.
The power of words
Epilogue
Amerei seemed exhausted but she was beaming proudly. Her boyfriend by her side, they watched as Lancel took his future godson and namesake in his arms, his eyes filled with emotion. He already loved this little man and cub or not, this precious bundle of joy would be protected by the Lannister pack. He already shared his mother's big expressive brown eyes.
Euron and Cersei's wedding had been the talk of the media and the couple had given them the show they expected, with something extravagant. And shocking. Cersei Lannister, daughter of the richest and most influential man in the country, remarried but had her wedding hadn't been what they expected:
The ceremony had been, from start to finish, one hundred percent done in the ironborn culture.
Not only that, but she didn't take her husband's name as she had done with Robert.
She had hyphenated her name and was now to be referred to as Cersei Lannister-Greyjoy. And surprisingly, Euron had welcomed the idea with opened arms. She was a Lannister, proud to be one, she had promised herself she'd never change her name again, not completely. The Rock was in her blood just as much as salt ran through her new husband's veins.
"You know, technically, now Theon is your nephew and he's engaged to Lancel, so... Lancel's now both your first cousin by blood and nephew by marriage." Tyrion had joked
"Another gift for the shit eaters that write gossip magazines." She had cheered.
Jaime's wedding gift to her seemed sent by the Drowned God himself:
Brienne and him were expecting.
5 years later
Lancel smiled as he watched over his godchildren playing together. Sitting at the dinner table, his laptop in front of him, a hot cup of tea steaming, he allowed himself a break from the exams he was correcting. Little Lancel Plumm and Marina Baratheon seemed to get along perfectly. In fact, he wondered if Theon's prediction was correct, they called themselves boyfriend and girlfriend.
"We'll have to wait a few years." He thought
He had received a postcard from Euron and Cersei from their vacation in Essos. Well, technically, Euron had written to Theon but he knew they shared the good news. It was lovely to see them still so in love, with their two children. Cersei had given birth to twins, a boy and a girl, Vickon and Joanna. Jaime and Brienne had two children, as the young woman had accidentally fallen pregnant four months after the birth of their son Lyman. The young boy had now a brother, Damon. Robb and Talisa had gotten married and they were expecting their first child, a boy they wanted to name Eddard, after his recently deceased grandfather. Ned Stark's death had hit Theon hard, especially when he was trying to deal with the death of Balon just a few months before. The children managed to bring a smile on his lips and Lancel was always more than happy to babysit. The couple had moved to the Riverlands after Lancel's graduation and faithful to his word, Theon had married him. Shortly after, Theon had opened his archery club. Lancel was a teacher for middle-schoolers and he was well-liked by the children: When they told him they were bullied, he actually cared and acted. Because after all these years, Lancel had many proofs that confirmed a theory of his:
The power of words was mightier than guns when it came to destroying someone.
The power of words was also mightier than anything else when it came to making someone feel loved.
His life was the perfect summary of these truths.
All that was needed was a simple talk.
In his case, it brought him, his husband and the people he loved, their happy endings.
The End