This chapter was written as part of the Facebook challenge "Sur Votre 31":
- Invite : ''Flowers''
- Number of words: From 100 to 1000 words.
Context : This drabble is a bonus of the wonderful fiction ''The Blue Diamonds'' from the equally wonderful Black Angelis, whom I can never thank enough for allowing me to write about this just monumental work, which I can only advise you to go read ^^.
The whole Game of Thrones universe belongs to GRR Martin, DB & DW.
Enjoy reading !
The room is dark, only lit by the faint glow of the candles placed here and there, you can see almost nothing, it is dark, black, there like despair, like nightmares.
Cersei sits at her dressing table, in front of the mirror, she smiles sadly, her reflection smiles back at her, but her emerald eyes are full of tears, unspilled tears.
Anyway, she does not cry, no more, she does not cry anymore.
Her tears shine like diamonds, yes, diamonds, and diamonds, Cersei has too many, far too many, more than any other woman in Westeros, she is sure of it.
Just the sparkling, delicate tiara on her golden mane would be more than enough to feed a family of Fleabottom for at least a whole year.
The crown of diamonds shines in the mirror, her eyes, her emeralds too, she looks at them without really seeing them, no, she doesn't see them, she doesn't want to see them, she lets melancholy overwhelm her, just as she would sometimes like to let herself be overwhelmed by the waters of the Blackwater, she thinks back to before, to before all this, to when she was young, to when she was innocent, to when she was happy.
Before Robert, before diamonds.
Because before, before Robert and his crowns of diamonds, there was Jaime and his crowns of flowers.
When her father had told her that she was going to be queen, she had been happy, so happy, or at least she had thought she was, illusions, they are only illusions, all that was not reality, it was only her reality, her own reality, yes, but unfortunately, the truth was much uglier, much more cruel, and she had not seen it, had not wanted to see it.
She had only had eyes and thoughts for Robert, Robert, the war hero, the king, who had come to ask for her hand by offering her a necklace, a diamond necklace, and, from then on, she had put aside Jaime and his crowns of flowers.
But now only diamonds, she saw them every day, yes, every day, all the time, everywhere, even on her body.
On her arms, on her breasts, on her back, on her hips.
Red diamonds, purple diamonds, yellow diamonds, blue diamonds.
Reproaches, insults, punches, slaps.
And then apologies, apologies, again apologies, always apologies.
I'm sorry, I love you, excuse me, forgive me.
And with the apologies, other diamonds, different.
Crowns, necklaces, bracelets, rings.
Nevertheless, when Robert gives them to her, when she looks at them, contemplates them, observes them, she tells herself that she would prefer the crowns of flowers of yesteryear.
But all these are failed deeds, they are sacrificed promises that belong to the past, to the past, it's over, it's too late, we can't go back, it's impossible, we can't erase everything.
Now that she has the diamond crowns, for which she willingly gave up, left, left the wreaths of flowers, she doesn't want them anymore.
She wants Jaime, he's the only one she wants, she's always wanted, she thought she wanted Robert, but no, she didn't know, couldn't know, if she had known, ah that, if she had known, she would never have accepted, she would have run away if she had to, and would have deserted everything, everything, her name, her house, her wealth.
After all, the blue diamonds would have gone to another queen as well.
She wants Jaime, but she can't let him see the diamonds, it's out of the question, if he saw the diamonds, what would he say, what would he do, she doesn't even wonder, she knows perfectly well, he would go to Robert.
A sword drawn.
Blood spurting out.
Another king killed.
But this time it would be over.
If Jaime killed Robert, he would be killed in turn, he would be killed, he would be stoned to death, two regicides, that was too much, already for one he would have had to pay for it with his life, but he wouldn't survive two, he would be be beheaded, his head would be on the ramparts of King's Landing, and she couldn't let that happen, she wouldn't want it, no, she wouldn't allow it.
She had gradually moved away from him, to reduce her chances of letting him see the diamonds, to reduce his chances of being condemned to death and her chances of being condemned to watch him die and perish with him, because she couldn't live without him, not completely.
And yet she still dreamed of the flower's crowns and her life before, before the diamonds.
Kisses stolen from the secluded corners of Casterly Rock.
Pink and white flowers intertwined in her golden locks, in her golden crown, that would stay there for hours, she would forget them and they would fade, until Jaime would delicately, gently remove them.
Emerald eyes that looked at her with such love, such devotion that one could have drowned in them, yes, drowned in them.
Nights spent loving each other, loving each other in the moonlight as they were not allowed to do in the sunlight, because it was wrong, wrong, it was a sin, it was not right, it was not good, not good at all.
Laughter as they ran, chasing each other on the beach, their feet treading the warm sand in perfect harmony, splashing, gushing water, her own laugh, her real laugh, the one that could have lit up her apartments plunged in darkness like the sun in broad daylight, the one that had never again crossed the barrier of her lips since the day she had entered the Sept of Baelor on her father's arm.
Since then, there had been diamonds, only diamonds, nothing but diamonds, destroyed, the illusions, massacred, the promises, broken, the dreams, finished, the crowns of flowers.
Only one diamond escaped from her emerald eyes, only one.
No more flowers. Nothing but diamonds...
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