This chapter was written as part of the Facebook challenge "Sur Votre 31":
- Invite : ''Disguise''.
- Number of words: From 100 to 1000 words.

All the universe of Game of Thrones belongs to GRR Martin, DB & DW.

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Cersei had never wanted to be a girl.

From her earliest childhood, she had wanted to be a boy, and to be considered exactly like her twin brother.

But the gods had not given her this grace, and Cersei could only associate the difference in treatment between her and her brother with her gender, despite the fact that they were so similar that even their father could not always tell them apart.

And this difference made Cersei unhappy, even if she did not show it openly.

After all, girl or not, she was still a Lannister. And if there was one thing that Lannisters were taught from birth, boy or girl, it was this:

Lannisters don't behave like fools.

And not behaving like fools meant, most of the time, not showing one's emotions to anyone, be it one's family, other important houses, or even servants.

But no matter how hard she tried to hide it from everyone, there was one person, only one, to whom it had not escaped.

Of course, Jaime knew. He knew that his sister was unhappy. At only six years old, he was seeing everything that adults didn't see, or what they chose not to see.

Of course he knew. Cersei was his other half, a part of himself. How could he not have known?

And seeing her unhappy and sad makes him inexplicably deeply unhappy in turn.

So Jaime is looking for a solution, which could give his sister back her bright, shining, radiant smile, which has the power to light up a room with more power than the sun itself.

He knows that Cersei would have wanted to be born a boy. He knows that she would love to be able to ride a horse and learn to fight, whether with a sword or a bow, instead of having to spend her days sewing, writing lines and lines until her calligraphy was absolutely perfect, she has already told him how much she hates it.

But he also knows how easy it is to confuse them, they are so much alike. They have the same golden curls, the same emerald green eyes, the same childlike voice, the same face, the same size, everything.

One evening, Jaime takes Cersei into a room where no one is around and where no one will disturb them, and explains his idea to her.

And the way his sister's green irises light up as he offers her what he's been thinking about for days and days is the only answer he really needs.

The next day, they exchange clothes. Cersei pins her hair with her brother's help so that it comes up to the same height as his, and, just for a little day, it's as if they're swapping skin.

Of course, it's a disguise. Of course, it can only last one day. Of course, it's not much. Of course it is.

But still. Cersei becomes a boy, Cersei becomes Jaime for one day, with all that that entails, and she couldn't be happier.

And in the evening, when she joins Jaime, her cheeks rosy with pleasure and she kisses him on her little lips to thank him, he knows that, of all the things in the world, the one that makes him the happiest is making her happy.

So, from time to time, they exchange clothes, they disguise themselves, and Cersei becomes Jaime and Jaime becomes Cersei, and Cersei is no longer as downhearted as before.

But the best things always come to an end.

The years go by. Cersei and Jaime grow up, and it is no longer possible to confuse them.

Cersei now has beautiful feminine curves. Cersei is fine, Cersei is delicate, Cersei is graceful. She has alabaster skin, long gold curls, and shiny emerald eyes. Cersei is the prettiest young lady of all Seven Kingdoms. And Cersei hates it.

But what she hates most of all is the idea of her, a frail young lady, as fragile as the porcelain she seems to be made of. A young lady who will depend on a man all her life, her father, then her husband, as one expects of all women, whereas Cersei would aspire to have a role, a real role to play, more than the one she has been destined for since birth, to be sold to a man she will probably never know, perhaps twice or three times her age, and to give him children.

She would like to wage wars, get involved in politics, run a seigniory, in short, all these things that are normally reserved for men, not women, because women of such a high birth have a life all mapped out: being born, growing up, blossoming, giving birth, raising children, dying. That's what she's been prepared for all her life.

And there is no moment when she no longer regrets not being like Jaime, not being able to exchange, not being able to disguise herself.

Jaime, too, has grown up. But instead of curves, he has gained muscles through training. His hair has become slightly darker, now the color of freshly hammered gold. He's grown up, he now has a solid build, a strong jaw, to swoon at every youth.

But of the girls, there is only one that attracts him, only one, it is the one he has devoted himself to since his childhood, it is the one who has always accompanied him, since his birth, even before that, the one he was standing on his feet when he came into this world, and the one he promised himself over and over again to leave him.

Cersei and Jaime have grown up, they have changed physically, but that's where it ends. Jaime still has only one desire: to make Cersei happy. Nothing has ever changed that, and nothing will ever change that. It's just the way it is.

So Jaime continues to do everything he can to make his sweet sister smile, just like she did so much as a child, but stopped doing when they grew up.

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