This chapter was written as part of the Facebook challenge "Sur Votre 31":
- Invite : ''Victory''.
- 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 – Canon Divergence

NB : In this version, Cersei does not threaten to kill Jaime, nor does she send Bronn after him.

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People are screaming.

They are shouting, shouting for all this to stop, for death to stop raining.

They shout to try to save their lives, so that the bells will finally ring, and their cries go up to the sky, up to the Red Keep, up to Cersei.

She tries to ignore them, but painfully, they will continue to scream until they are silenced by the flames spattered by the huge monster hovering above them.

She closes her eyes, and suddenly people stop screaming.

Silence.

She reopens her eyes, and a long moan of agony can be heard.

The dragon, who a few seconds earlier had set the city walls on fire and blood, screams in pain, pierced by one of the stakes drawn from the Scorpions, as he falls into the waters of the strait, taking his rider with him.

Huge sheaves of water rise into the sky as the dragon sinks beneath the waves, Daenerys with him, then silence again.

It is at this moment that Cersei understands what this means.

She has won.

The Targaryen girl is dead.

The Lannisters are victorious.

A smile is born on her lips.

The victory is hers.

She leaves the window from which she watched the battle, and heads for the throne room.

She has won.

The Iron Throne is hers.

Just as she is about to enter the Throne Room with her hand on the doorknob, she hears a familiar voice saying her name just behind her.

She stops, finds herself paralyzed for a fraction of a second, perhaps for fear of having dreamed, of having imagined Jaime's voice calling her, does not turn around, not yet, not right away.

She feels a hand on her shoulder, she hears her name, once again, then turns around and sees him.

Jaime is there, standing right in front of her, dirty, a shaggy beard covering his face, but it doesn't matter, he's there.

If the victory over the Targaryens had created a deep sense of euphoria inside her, she is unable to put words to the emotions that overwhelm her when she realizes that Jaime is really there, in the flesh, in front of her.

A few weeks later, when Tyrion opens the door to Cersei's room, he can't believe it.

His sister, surrounded by several maidservants, is absolutely beautiful. Oh, of course, it was nothing new that his sister was one of the most beautiful women, if not the most beautiful, of the Seven Kingdoms, but there she was simply radiant.

Dressed in a long blood-red gown embroidered with golden lions, tiny rubies dotting the whole, her crown resting on her golden hair, she was breathtaking, and if Tyrion had never really seen her beauty, he could not help but be dazzled that day.

The hump of her belly, in which a new little lion cub, the future prince or princess of Westeros, is growing safely, tightens the fabric of the dress a little, since Cersei no longer cares to hide it from the rest of the world. In any case, the upcoming wedding can hardly be any more scandalous than it already is.

Tyrion enters the room, too, dressed in his finest attire, the golden hand pin shining on his chest.

When Cersei turns to him, he smiles awkwardly:

''You are magnificent...''

She smiles back at him, things have improved between them, everything is not perfect of course, years of animosity are not erased in a snap of the fingers, but they make efforts, for themselves, but also for Jaime, and they manage to get along, at least enough for Cersei to ask Tyrion to lead her to Jaime in the absence of their father.

''Thank you...''

And she adds by ruffling his hair a little:

"You're not bad either...''

He smiles frankly now, asks her if she's ready, yes, she's ready, of course she's ready, she's been waiting for this all her life.

He grabs her by the arm, drags her into the Red Keep.

When they pass through the doors, they are greeted by crowds of people, inhabitants of Port-Real, nobles and commoners alike.

Tyrion helps Cersei to get in the saddle, they go across the city on horseback, they have decided that the entire population of the capital could attend the wedding, so that they can start a new relationship with them, and that almost all the people accept Cersei as their legitimate sovereign.

Laughter and cheers were flowing in the crowd, after all, Cersei won, the lions defeated the dragons, it was her Scorpions who rid them of Daenerys and her monster, who saved them in extremis, when they thought they were all going to burn, as ordered by the Mad King thirty years earlier.

When they arrive at the place where the Great Sept of Baelor once stood, where a dais was erected to welcome the royal wedding, in full view and knowledge of all, Cersei smiles even more.

Jaime stands there, waiting with Qyburn, also with a hand pin on his torso. After all, the queen has two hands, so she decided to name Tyrion and keep Qyburn, who holds a crown similar to Cersei's.

He's handsome, gorgeous, even, with his deep red dot, he has all the makings of a real king.

When he sees Cersei appear, his eyes burn with love, because he too has dreamed of this day, this moment, it is the idyll of a lifetime that comes true, when he no longer really believed in it.

He doesn't know when he is happiest, when he puts the coat on Cersei's shoulders, or when she puts the crown on his head, or when their hands are tied with a ribbon, but the one he prefers is the one where Qyburn declares them husband and wife, King and Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, and where they kiss each other ...

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