This chapter was written as part of the Facebook challenge "Sur Votre 31":
- Invite : ''Nightmare''.
- 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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The sun is high in the sky, burning like the fire of the dragon that destroyed the city only a few days before.

Cersei's diaphanous skin is red, as red as the blood that flowed, as red as the Lannister banners that lined the ramparts of King's Landing and the walls of the Red Keep, as red as the three-headed dragon, emblem of the Targaryen.

She is standing in front of all the people who survived Daenerys Targaryen's attack.

And, at that moment, she feels as if she has gone back to a few years ago, to that horrible day that she remembers only too well, that she would have liked so much to be able to forget, but that she had never managed to do, because those things are not forgotten, those things are never forgotten, never, and that at that moment she is reliving her worst nightmare.

She is naked, in front of everyone, again, when she wished she had never been naked again.

Only this time, the crowd is no longer agitated with impatient murmurs, impatient to see their queen, their only real queen, humiliated, scorned, taunted, insulted.

People are silent, say nothing, find nothing to say.

They have learned the hard way that it was better to say nothing, to keep silent, that it was the best way to survive, not to perish burned, like almost the entire population of the capital of the Seven Kings, now fallen into the hands of the Targaryens, the dragons, the Mad Queen, the only true Mad Queen, the daughter of the Mad King, who carried out her last order, her last litany, burn them all.

Then, not a sound animates the place where they were all forcibly gathered by the Unsullied.

Cersei does not like the way they all look at her, but she assumes that it is better than humiliation, since after all, there is certainly nothing worse than that.

Daenerys isn't here yet, hasn't arrived yet, but it shouldn't be long now, she's going to witness the humiliation, then the death of her enemy, she has lived only for that for many months now, for that too, and for the Iron Throne which was once her father's.

She is going to come, to stand there, in front of everyone, at Cersei's side, to show her, so that people know what happens to traitors and usurpers, to show off her greatest victory, her greatest trophy, the lion, who has fallen prey to the dragon.

The only thing that Cersei wants is for it to be quick.

Deep inside her, she hopes that Jaime will come, too, will come and save her, as he couldn't do it the last time, that he will get her out of there, protect her, his knight in shining armor.

But these are only hopes, vain hopes, Jaime won't come, if it happens, he's dead, she's only deluding herself, no one will save her, no one, except maybe death.

The tears that she used to hold back flow freely, from now on, because she no longer has the strength to hold them back, to stop them, and that, in any case, she has nothing left to lose, she has already lost everything, she has lost the game of thrones and is therefore going to die, with her child, because when you play the game of thrones, you win or you die, there is no middleground.

The moment she says this to herself, he appears.

Jaime splits the crowd on his horse. He is dirty, ragged, unshaved, but it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter.

He is there.

People step aside, let him pass.

He jumps to the ground and climbs on the stage.

The Unsullied don't move, don't stop him, and Cersei doesn't understand why, doesn't try to understand, it doesn't matter either.

Jaime walks towards her, in front of the crowd, stunned.

He comes closer, they are only a few centimeters apart, and Cersei is really crying, as she has never allowed herself to do except by being alone with him.

She looks him in the eyes, blowing:

''You've come to save me...''

Jaime supports his gaze, but his eyes are also hard, full of reproach, pain, anger, and something else that Cersei can't identify.

He grabs her by the neck as he does when he is about to hug her, except this time he is hard, rough, and not soft and reassuring like the other times.

"No.''

Cersei doesn't know what hurts more between her heart breaking or the blade sticking out of her back, between her two shoulder blades, leaving the crimson blood running in plain sight...

When she suddenly wakes up with a start.

Before she is even aware of where she is really from, she feels a strong pair of arms wrapped around her.

Jaime pulls her up against his chest as she shakes, still not quite over her nightmare, and lets tears escape from her eyes.

He holds her there, gently rocking her, trying to calm her down as much as he can, whispering soothing things.

After a while, she stops crying, her tears dry up and her sobs stop.

She plunges her green eyes into his, and is a little reassured to see that he looks at her with tenderness rather than as in her dream.

They wait a few more minutes, before Jaime breaks the silence by asking in an anxious voice:

"Do you want to talk about it?''

Cersei nods softly, feeling the tears return, silent this time, but only manages to whisper:

''It was you...''

She doesn't need to say any more. He knows.

She's been dreaming for days, weeks already, that he will kill her in every way imaginable.

He hugs her tighter, kisses her in her short blonde locks, before saying:

"I will never hurt you. You know that, don't you?

Without moving, always huddled against him, she nods her head, yes she knows, of course she knows, it's Jaime, Jaime loves her, Jaime won't hurt her, won't kill her, not now, not ever.

She stands there, still, while Jaime gently rubs her back with his good hand, drawing big circles on her skin.

He kisses her again, this time on the forehead, before whispering to her:

"You're safe here... Go back to sleep my love...''

He is right. She's safe. He just told her. So she listens to him, and closes her eyes, breathing in his perfume deeply and letting the gentle waves of sleep overwhelm her.

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