A/N: I know it has been a while since I last updated and I apologize for that but like many authors if my muse won't allow the words to flow then they don't flow and no matter how much I try to force them if they won't flow forth from my mind then they won't. So enough of the rambling the story awaits to be continued.
This is only going to be a small chapter I am afraid but it looks briefly at how the queen copes with the news and the future consequences of it.
The queen had been furious as she had stormed from the hall from where her husband and buffoon of a king had just insulted her with the drunken outburst that Lord Stark's bastard was not a Stark bastard but a Baratheon one.
She had continued to the chambers assigned to her and the king when the royal party had arrived at the Northern hold of Winterfell with her head held high, she would not allow the irritating idiots of this hold see her distress. They would see her anger most likely when she directed it at that biggest idiot of all that she had been forced to marry as a young girl by her father Lord Lannister in order to put her family in its right place at the top of the food chain of Westeros but never would they ever see any distress that tonight's drunken announcement had caused her. That she would never allow she would die first but at that thought another entered her mind that instead of her death they would see it would be that of the bastard child Jon Snow, instead.
Pushing the door open with a resounding slam she entered the room her rage still rolling off her in waves as she had paced the room unable to settle as she finally vented her feelings in the privacy of the chamber where there was no one to see.
A knocking at the door alerted her that someone had come to see how she was and she hoped it was not the stupid Lady of Winterfell, the woman was beyond stupid and contemptible and she did not want to have to deal with her false sympathy right now.
"GO AWAY," she screamed at the door, "I DON'T WANT TO SEE ANYONE."
The knocking stopped but instead of footsteps moving away from the door, it opened and she whirled round to see who dared to defy her commands and enter. Cersie would have their head for disobeying her orders she did not care if she was just a guest in this miserable cold place, she was after all the queen and far better that the ignorant people who inhabited this cold and barren part of the country.
"Cersie calm down, I know you are angry and upset my beloved but you cannot allow these people to see or hear how it affects you. You have to be strong like the strong woman I know you to be."
The door had closed behind him as he had entered the room and before he had uttered those words and Cersie moved with an urgency towards the only man who meant anything to her, the only one that had ever truly loved her, the one known to all as the Kingslayer, but to her he was not only her brother but also lover.
Jaime Lannister moved his sister towards the bed as he had clutched her to his chest when she started to cry, he was angry at his brother in law the king for upsetting and humiliating her in this manner and he was going to make him pay for this insult as it was one insult too many. His sister had been insulted by that man for the last time and it would not happen again, never again would he allow his beloved to be harmed again by the pig their father had demanded she marry all those years ago in order to secure their place at court and even though he knew it meant great risk for his family he knew they now had the power to topple King Robert and rule the kingdom of Westeros the way it should be ruled through his nephew Prince Joffrey by their own iron fist.
He sat his sister down on the bed still clutching her to him as he waited for her tears to dry they had plans to make and people to kill not just the buffoon of a king but also a certain dark haired lad who until tonight had been known as the bastard of Winterfell, Jon Snow but who was now known to all as Jon Baratheon. What was not known yet was which of the Baratheon brothers had fathered him but Jamie was certain in his own mind that brother was the drunken one now asleep in the great hall unaware that his words and actions had set in motion plans for not only his own demise but that of the Starks of Winterfell.