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Chapter 3

Tyrion could not walk. He was almost two years and could not walk. Her father was furious when her baby brother could not walk. She heard him rant about it to aunt Genna.

Cersei worried because Tyrion could not sleep through the night. "hurts, hurts." He would repeat and touch his head. Aunt Genna rocked him. Cersei sang but nothing worked. She cried alongside the baby. "Go to your room. You are old enough. I do not need your crying." Aunt Genna snapped at her. The little girl left crying. Jaime consoled her and promised that Tyrion would be fine but he did not know that.

As it happened Tyrion was very sick. Cersei and Jaime had the sickness too but they were stronger. Tyrion shivered and cried for a week. Cersei cried in her quarters. Aunt Genna forbade her to leave her rooms. Jaime was isolated as well. She could finally visit the baby the eighth day. Cersei was tired but smiled hugely when she saw Tyrion on his cot. He stood up and tried to walk to her.

"I told your father, all Tyrion needed was some time." Aunt Genna clapped and kissed Tyrion on his cheek. Tyrion babbled and played with her. Jaime joined them in their play. He looked better too. Tyrion grinned and tried to take a few more steps. Cersei celebrated him. Her smile froze when she saw father walk to the room.

"I see you three are well." He addressed them. "I leave for the capital in the morrow. Jaime comes with me." Jaime nodded. She would have plead to leave with him but now she had Tyrion to think about.

"When will I be back sir?" Jaime asked.

"A week or so." He said. "Go with your aunt. Genna make sure he packs leathers for hunting." Father left without a glance.

Cersei was not bothered by it. She did not like her father that much. She played with Tyrion and combed his unruly hair, when he stood still. She did not forget how her father never looked at Tyrion or how he dismissed her with only a glance. It did not matter. All she needed was Jaime and Tyrion.

Jaime hugged her tight when he left. "I will bring you and Tyrion something pretty. What would you like Cersei?"

She frowned, "a pet." Tyrion couldn't speak much but he babbled and made hands at father who looked away as if angry. Cersei tried to lift Tyrion but he was getting heavy for her.

Her brother was away for two weeks. Tyrion could now take some steps more surely. He babbled more and more. Cersei was very proud of him. Tyrion was very smart. He began to name colors, her. He recognized who father was, who aunt Genna was and who the maids were. Cersei caught him calling one them mamma. She grabbed his chubby arm and squeezed. "She is not our mamma. Our mamma is dead Tyrion. She would not like you to call anyone but her mamma."

Tyrion cried and rubbed his arms. "Mean Cessi." He babbled.

Cersei frowned. "I'm not mean. Don't call Lina mamma again."

Jaime came back without their father and he brought presents. "It's for you and Tyrion." Jaime brought them a cat.

Tyrion was delighted. "Cat, cat, cat." He chanted.

"What should we name him Tyrion?" Jaime asked and tickled him.

"Owange." He said delightedly.

"He is orange but we can't name him that." Cersei laughed. Tyrion crossed his arms. "Owange."

Orange meowed and that was his name. Life continued for the Lannister siblings. Their father made an appearance here and there. Tyrion was almost four when father decided that Jaime would squire at Crakehall. Cersei and Tyrion missed him terribly when he was gone. He would come every two weeks and the three of them could be seen running around and exploring Casterly Rock. Cersei always liked to play hide and seek and team up with Tyrion to sneak on Jaime. She loved when Jaime came to visit, Tyrion was far more agreeable and they had fun. Jaime taught them how to swim and Cersei taught Tyrion how to read his letters. Her baby brother was very smart.

Her relative happiness changed when she became a woman. She was thirteen when she felt a pain in her belly. She thought nothing of it and went to bed. She woke up wet and thought that she had an accident when she noticed that it was not urine but blood. Cersei let out a piercing scream. Tyrion's chamber was the closest. He was six and paled when he saw so much blood. "I'll get aunt Genna. Don't move, someone stabbed you." He said with tears in his eyes and left quickly.

Cersei was hysterical looking for the stab wound when aunt Genna came in. She laughed and held her. Cersei tried to kick her away.

Tyrion waddled to her and hugged her, "I don't want you to die Cersei. You are my sister and only you love me. I will not be bad. I promise Cersei, I will write all my letters and I will not make fun of Jaime when he reads or when you say silly things." He cried and looked up to her.

Cersei cried too. She was sure, she would bleed to death. Aunt Genna shook her head. "You truly are something." She said. "Go to bed, your sister will be fine."

"No, please. Don't make me. I have to be here with her. Cersei would be by my side if I was dying." Tyrion said. Cersei held him and kissed his head.

Aunt Genna shook her head. "Fine, but sit there quietly and step away from your sister." She pointed to a stall near the bed.

"Stay there. Tyrion and I will fetch the maids to draw you a bath." Her aunt said and left with her baby brother who seemed reluctant to leave.

Cersei felt sticky and disgusting. Aunt Genna came in with two girls, who were maybe a little older than her. "These will be your handmaidens from now on. Ilsa and Rae."

"Where is Tyrion?" Cersei asked still thinking that she was going to die. She would ask for parchment to write a goodbye letter to Jaime.

"I sent him to bed. This is not a place for him." Aunt Genna replied.

Cersei's eyes welled with tears. "You may go to him once I have explained everything."

Aunt Genna had the Rae and Ilsa strip the bedding and change the sheets. "Come with me Cersei."

They walked to the bath houses. Her aunt ordered her to undress. Cersei felt self-conscious and covered her nonexistent breasts. "Don't be silly." Her aunt waved her hands away and helped her remove the night dress which was bloodied.

"You have your moon blood Cersei. Every month, you will bleed." Aunt Genna explained carefully and plainly.

"Now you must learn how babies are made." The woman said while she bathed and soaped her. "Your husband and only your husband will place his member there and make you as his wife. No one else must touch you there. He will take your virginity on your wedding night after the bedding ceremony. Your moon blood will stop once you are with child. Now I do not want you to worry if your moon blood does not come every month before you have lain with a man. Sometimes young girls do not get their courses every moon."

"Will it hurt?" Cersei asked, she felt pain inside her belly and her back now.

"Laying with a man?" The woman asked.

Cersei nodded.

"Yes it will but only for the first time if he is gentle and kind." The woman replied. Cersei felt the warm water soothe her.

"You will have your flower for three to five days. There will be pain sometimes, it depends. You will have to wear rags with your undergarments and avoid extreme physical activity as you will smell from time to time." Her aunt instructed her and dressed her.

Aunt Genna only had boys and the maids did her hair. She attempted to braid her hair. Cersei humored her. She would undo them and braid her hair herself once she went into Tyrion's room.

Cersei learned a lot that night. Aunt Genna hugged her while they walked back to her quarters. She dismissed her newly appointed handmaidens. "This is a good thing sweetling. Your father has looked forward to this day since your birth. You will have babies and be queen."

Cersei frowned, "How can I be queen?"

The older woman smiled in complicity, "you must not tell anyone but your father has given your hand in marriage to the crown prince."

"Prince Rhaegar?" Cersei asked a little dumbly.

"Of course child. He has no siblings and your father is hand of the King. He is paving the way for you to become queen." Aunt Genna said.

Cersei frowned, "I don't want to leave the Rock." She said quickly.

"We all have to leave the nest someday." Cersei thought of replying that she didn't. Instead, she, her Frey husband and Frey children lived off Casterly Rock and its rents. The girl chose to stay quiet, aunt Genna was kind that night.

"I don't want to leave Tyrion." Cersei said honestly.

"He can come with you. No one questions the queen." She continued and tucked her in.

Cersei frowned, "the king is more powerful. He is the ruler of the Seven Kingdoms." The girl said with finality.

Aunt Genna smiled, "Yes, but a smart woman can make a man listen to her. A good and smart woman can make any man fall in love with her. You will be beautiful Cersei, and men are fools who fall and do anything for a beautiful woman."

Cersei nodded, not really understanding everything that her aunt told her. She waited until her aunt left to get up from her bed and move to Tyrion's quarters. She tiptoed until she entered the room. Tyrion had candles around him. He was reading a book, Orange by his side. "I have told you to not read so late at night. You will ruin your eyes." She admonished.

Tyrion usually argued her until she was bored. Her little brother however, just stood up and hugged her again. "I thought you were going to die." He said in a whisper.

"I am fine. It will be fine Tyrion. I will never leave you, never." She said and smiled.

Tyrion took it in face value. She was with him every day. Cersei was always there, taking care of him, reminding him to bathe, clean, and do his work. Tyrion understood that Jaime and her were the kindest of them. Father barely looked at him and when he did, it was to show his disdain, berate or lecture him. He lectured the three of them whenever he was in Casterly Rock but it was always Tyrion who suffered through the worse of it. Cersei was powerless to stop it. If she were queen, no one would make Tyrion feel bad. They all would have to answer to her. Everyone would know that he was protected. No one would call her baby brother an imp, or a monster. How she hated all of those who dared call him that.

It broke Tyrion little by little she knew that and no amounts of hugs and baby kisses would make up for that. Her baby brother knew that he was little and would not grow as much as other boys. He asked her a year ago why his legs were funny looking. She did not have a kind answer. It was father who cleared it for him. Tyrion scowled for a week and pushed her when she tried to help him carry some heavy books. "Just because I am a dwarf doesn't mean I can't do it by myself."

Cersei was taken aback, "who told you that?"

"Father and uncle Kevan. I asked him." Tyrion said and did not cry. He never cried anymore. He was not a baby.

Tyrion was six and was discovering that their world was not kind. Jaime and her tried to shield him but it was useless. Jaime was away for longer periods of time and Cersei's reassurances were not enough.

Cersei slept by Tyrion and sang to him. Cersei vowed that she would be queen. She would rule and no one would dare hurt Tyrion or Jaime no one. She fell asleep soon enough.