This chapter was written as part of the Facebook challenge "Sur Votre 31":
- Invite : ''I don't know''.
- Number of words: From 100 to 1000 words.
All the universe of Game of Thrones belongs to GRR Martin, DB & DW.
Context: Alternate Universe – Season 8 Episode 5 – Canon Divergence.
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When the stones began to fall right in front of them, Jaime grabbed Cersei by the hand and, as quickly as possible, pulled her out, just before the rubble blocked the exit.
Coughing from the dust of the collapse, they tried to come to their senses, to clear their minds, to put their thoughts in order after he had just escaped the clutches of death.
Cersei saw that they were now on a small cove, a thin strip of sand, too thin to call a beach, its size further reduced by the landslide.
A small canoe, just wide enough for two people and containing a bag, was floating in the water, right next to them.
She was still panting, as if she was still under the threat of being crushed by the Red Keep, crushed by her power, the power she had coveted so much but no longer wanted.
She felt Jaime grab her by the arm, again, plunging his green eyes into hers, just like a reflection in a mirror.
Their eyes were the only thing that had remained really the same as they grew up.
Their eyes, their Lannister green eyes, piercing jade and burning wildfire, in which they loved to lose each other so much.
After a split second spent looking at each other, rediscovering each other, Jaime, still out of breath from their mad rush through the bowels of the Red Keep, asked Cersei :
"Are you all right?''
She nodded, reassuring him, yes, everything is fine, everything is fine now, I'm with you, so it's okay, everything is going to be okay, everything is going to be all right.
Jaime took his hand of flesh from Cersei's arm and put it on her belly:
''What about the baby?''
At her words, Cersei felt a tear, a lonely tear, the only tear she had left, the only tear she hadn't shed when she thought she was dying rolling down her cheek:
"I... I don't know...''
Instinctively, her fingers came to meet Jaime's over the thick fabric of her dress, hoping to feel something, a kick, the slightest sign of life, of the little lion cub that was growing there.
There was nothing.
Nothing.
Only emptiness.
Jaime's hand joined Cersei's, and, taking her gently, he pulled her slightly:
''Come on, let's go. We'll take you to a maester as soon as we get to Pentos, but we have to leave now, or Daenerys may find us.''
Cersei let herself be guided, trusting Jaime blindly.
After all, he had come back to her, for her, when she had threatened to kill him.
Of course, she would never have killed him. She couldn't.
Being alone was a curse in this world, and without Jaime, she would have been alone forever.
And now he was here, and she would never be alone again. Never again.
He helped her into the boat, and then he climbed up, settling down in front of her, without letting go of his hand.
She watched him grab the oars, but she grimaced when she saw the blood that had dried on her jacket.
''Jaime...''
He looked up at her.
''You're not going to be able to row with your injury...''
He gave her a little smile, which had all the ghost of the arrogant smile that he had worn so often many years before, when they felt like they were above everyone else.
''But yes, don't worry about me. I've already told you that it's absolutely nothing.''
She stared at him, doubtful:
"Who did this?''
"Euron Greyjoy.''
The mention of the arrogant, pretentious pirate darkened the conversation.
''I guess he fled to the Iron Islands. You were right, he was just a coward.''
Jaime looked at her longingly:
''Euron Greyjoy didn't run away to the Iron Islands, although he didn't lack the desire to do so.''
She stared at him, a nascent gleam of understanding in his bloom:
"You killed him.''
It wasn't a question, it was a statement. Deep down, she already knew it.
''Yes. And now I don't want to talk about him anymore. He's part of the past, and the past is behind, far behind. We are sailing towards our future.''
As he said this, Cersei turned around to look at the Red Keep, or rather, what was left of it, what was left of what had been her home for the past twenty years.
It was completely falling apart, with flames still ravaging it in places, turrets and sections of wall continuing to collapse from time to time.
Daenerys Targaryen had wanted to be the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, but she would only become the Queen of Ashes.
Seeing that Cersei was half lost in thought, Jaime continued:
''We will finally be able to form a family, as we have always wanted. We will be able to marry and raise our daughter together.''
It fell completely in ruins, the flames still ravaging it in places, with turrets and sections of walls continuing to collapse from time to time.
Daenerys Targaryen had wanted to be the Queen of the Seven Crowns, but she would only become the Queen of Ashes.
Seeing that Cersei was half lost in thought, Jaime continued:
''We will finally be able to form a family, as we have always wanted. We will be able to marry and raise our daughter together.
Cersei turned her head to look at him, an eyebrow raised and half a smile emerging from her lips:
"A daughter?''
"I'm sure she is.''
He wanted a girl, a pretty little princess with blonde curls and emerald green eyes, the same as them, who would grow up to be the spitting image of her mother and have a smile as dazzling as the sun.
''What if it's a boy?''
''It doesn't matter if it's a boy or a girl: as long as you're both healthy, I don't have a preference.''
Cersei really smiled at this answer, a sincere smile, which he hadn't seen for a long time, and which almost made him forget the years that had passed.
''But she's a girl.''
Cersei looked up to the sky but continued to smile.
They didn't know what was going to happen, they didn't know what was going to happen to them, but they were together, the three of them, so nothing else mattered.
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