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Chapter 6

Cersei lost her appetite for weeks. She cried herself to bed. Tyrion and aunt Genna worried. Cersei lashed out. No one would call her charitable or nice to her servants. She was in a pissy mood and only Tyrion was spared from her comments and nasty looks. Aunt Genna took the brunt of it. Cersei could not care less, in her eyes, aunt Genna was at fault. It made no sense but she had to find someone guilty and it could not be Tyrion and father was too powerful. Aunt Genna made a perfect target and so did Ilsa and Rae, her handmaidens. She also punished Jeyne.

"Why are you still here?" Cersei asked her one night.

Jeyne was quiet.

Cersei looked around, "they found Melara in the woods. She's dead."

Jeyne trembled but was mute. "Did you two find Maggy the Frog?" Cersei asked.

The girl burst into sobs and fled. Cersei frowned but got a sick pleasure from watching her cry.

Tyrion checked her worst impulses. If she focused on him, she could be decent to almost everyone. Cersei did not care enough to torment Jeyne any further.

Cersei tried to find ways to keep busy so she took over a lot of aunt Genna's roles. It worked perfectly since aunt Genna stopped being the acting lady in Casterly Rock.

Three months after prince Viserys' tournament aunt Genna announced that she was with child, now this was strange as her Frey husband was only present for the first day in the tourney and was badly injured for the rest of it.

It was clear that father had the same suspicions as Cersei for he asked her to leave the Rock. Cersei overheard aunt Genna crying one night. "After all we have done for his children. He just asks me to leave. He said he was disappointed; can you believe him?" She shrieked.

Long story short, Aunt Genna was banished to the riverlands with her Frey husband and children.

Cersei took more of a role in the household and lands. Father still had uncle Kevan who managed the duties but Cersei ran the Rock. She busied herself with day to day operations and even sat with uncle Kevan when he ran his meetings about the ins and outs of Casterly Rock.

It was three months before Tyrion's name day. Uncle Gerion was to sail off somewhere exotic. Father was home from King's Landing for a few days. Tyrion and her were to go to King's Landing for a few weeks.

Uncle Gerion came to say his goodbyes. They were all in the hall. Uncle Kevan, father, Tyrion, and her.

"I will sail in the early morning." He said. The Lannisters had a feast in his name.

"I had hoped that Genna would be here." Uncle Gerion pointed out as they finished eating and went to the drawing room.

"She is far too advanced in her pregnancy." Her father said as they sat to have some family time.

Uncle Gerion sighed and played with them as uncle Kevan and father discussed Casterly Rock.

"I hear that you are setting fires in the dungeons" their uncle mentioned to Tyrion.

"I like fire." Tyrion grinned.

"Did you enjoy the books I got you?" The man asked him.

Cersei nodded, "you know he did."

Uncle Gerion laughed. "Well, I will get you something better. Whatever you want."

Tyrion's eyes lit up, "whatever I want."

"That is correct. You need only say your heart's desire." Uncle Gerion said.

Tyrion smiled widely, "I want a dragon."

Uncle Gerion laughed heartily.

Tyrion smiled. "please, please. It doesn't have to be a big dragon. It can be small like me."

Uncle Gerion hugged him tight, "oh you truly are my favorite Lannister."

Uncle Kevan noticed them. "What is so funny?"

Uncle Gerion kept on laughing, "you'll never guess what our nephew wants for his name day."

Cersei rolled her eyes, "What do you want Tyrion?" Father asked him.

"I want a dragon father." Tyrion said.

Her father shook his head, "Well, your uncle can certainly not bring you that."

"I will take care of it. I promise I will. Cersei can help me. I will only let it burn bad people and those who are mean to me."

Uncle Kevan laughed too. Father frowned and Cersei did too. "I told you dragons don't exist."

"They do. They do, uncle, tell her they do. I read the books, and it's not only his books. I read them in the library too."

Father fought a small smile. It was not mocking, it was a little proud, not that father could bring himself to say it or express it.

"Tyrion, the last dragon that existed died more than a hundred years ago and it was not bigger than your cat." Their father said.

Tyrion deflated. Uncle Gerion noticed, "How about I bring you horses? Or a lion, your own lion."

Her baby brother nodded and stayed quiet for the rest of the night. Cersei knew that it bothered him that dragons were extinct. He chose to sleep by himself even after she offered to stay with him.

"I am not a babe." He said and turned after she kissed him good night.

Cersei knew he cried himself to sleep because his eyes were puffy and he refused to correct her when she used a word wrong.

Cersei's pain lessened and then she had hope and good news. She would go to the capital and stay there for a few weeks. It would be enough time to make a good impression and see Rhaegar.

Cersei learned that Jaime would be in the capital as well. Ser Arthur Dayne knighted Jaime after the defeat of the Kingswood Brotherhood. Cersei arrived to the capital and foolishly clung to the hope that Rhaegar would marry her. Their engagement announcement was not made but there was no other girl announced to marry him either.

The capital was just as Cersei remembered, noisy, filled with people and dangerous. Lannisport was big but Kings Landing was twice as crowded and busy. Cersei and Tyrion settled in the tower of the hand but had very minimal contact with the royals.

Cersei saw prince Viserys from afar and queen Rhaella as well. Jaime was now a knight and supposed to return to Casterly Rock which was what father wanted. And so Jaime went away and Tyrion went with him.

Cersei packed her bags, disheartened by the news that she would return to the Rock. It was surprising when father asked her why she had her clothes packed.

"You are not going anywhere." Her father replied. Cersei's hands grew cold. "What do you mean?"

Tyrion and Jaime were confused as well. "You are staying with me while your brothers leave for home. You will rejoin them soon enough."

Cersei shook her head, "I can't stay if Tyrion leaves."

"Well, we have reached an impasse, you are to stay with me while your brothers go west."

"But Tyrion is too young." Cersei continued and followed her father.

"As I recall, your brother turned six a few nights ago. He is by no means a babe. Tyrion are you a babe?" their father addressed her little brother.

"No sir." Tyrion said honestly.

"It's all decided then. Tyrion and Jaime go back to Casterly Rock and you stay here with me.

Tyrion looked away. Jaime nodded and Cersei was close to tears. Father left for a small council meeting. "I will see you off in a couple of hours."

Cersei was angry, "we are not going to see each other. How could you not say anything?" Cersei shrieked.

Tyrion frowned, "I am not a baby."

Cersei looked at him and grabbed his hands. "Tyrion, do you understand that I will not be with you? No more forehead kisses or good night songs."

Tyrion's eyes were downcast. "Father said that you will come back to the Rock soon."

Jaime nodded, "and he is getting big for good night kisses. Tyrion is big now. He will be fine. He will write, just like I did."

Cersei frowned, "it's not the same. You are old, Tyrion is just a boy."

Tyrion hugged her. "I promise I'll behave for Jaime."

Cersei hugged him tightly. They would not show this much affection when he left. Their father would forbid it.

"You have to listen and be good for everyone. You have to write to me too, every week, and no more fires. Swear." She said while kissing his face. It would be the first time that they would be away from each other. "I will miss you a lot." She cried freely.

"Promise to be good." She said between sobs.

"I will, I swear I will." Tyrion said and kissed her cheeks.

Jaime tried to comfort her. "It is up to you now. You will have to take care of him. You make sure he completes all his work. He needs to read and do not spoil him. No sweets before bed and under no circumstance is he allowed to tumble." Cersei said and then hugged her twin. "Remember what mother said. We have to love him dearly, for the rest of the world will not."