This chapter was written as part of the Facebook challenge "Sur Votre 31":
- Invite : ''Adult''.
- 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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Context : AU – Canon Divergence – Before the TV show.
Cersei woke up with an unpleasant feeling of moisture between her white thighs, which were now all sticky.
She lifted the sheets to see a scarlet stain that had spread over the white silk sheets.
She contemplated it, horrified, the stench of blood rising to her nostrils.
No... Not already...
Oh, of course, she knew it had to happen. She was fifteen years old, after all, she had already delayed long enough, and at that age it was usually only a matter of weeks.
But, even so, it was far too early for her.
She knew that as soon as her father knew about her blossoming, he would be much more active in the search for a husband worthy of her, in her opinion, rich, with a big house, if possible, who could offer her more power and glory than he already had.
She also knew that this meant that she could now have children. It was her duty, according to her father, to give the Lannister house a new generation, because, of course, it was out of the question for her to have children who were not Lannisters, who were not Rock lions.
She shuddered with disgust at the thought of a husband much older than her, double or perhaps triple her age riding her wildly, with the will to plant heirs in her womb.
Rising to her feet, she pushed the blankets of her bed over the stained sheet to conceal it.
If it was not one of the maids who had come to wake her, then it must have been early, and the castle must probably still be asleep.
She took off her nightgown decorated with Lannister scarlet, the scarlet of her blood, and replaced it with a clean one, which she put on in a hurry before slipping discreetly into the corridor, tears already silently running down her cheeks.
Luck smiled at least for one thing.
Not a guard or a servant was in her field of vision.
Seizing the opportunity to steal, she ran as quietly as possible to her twin brother's room.
Again, the room was unguarded by anyone, not counting the sleeping guard sitting on the floor.
She opened the door and snuck into Jaime's apartment.
He was still in bed, but opened his eyes and turned toward her as she slipped into bed beside him.
''Cersei? What's going on ?" he mumbled, his voice still heavy with sleep.
When she heard him, she burst into tears.
He took her in his arms and, stroking her hair, asked:
"What's wrong, my sweet?''
Having difficulty catching her breath and stopping crying, she answered hiccuping:
"Oh Jaime... That's it... I'm an adult now...''
And the tears flowed even more beautifully.
Jaime kissed her on the forehead, while continuing to hold her close to him, and caressing her cheek with his thumb.
When he felt her breathing slow down and she relaxed into his embrace, he whispered against her hair:
''Meet me tonight at the beach. Take everything you really care about or what you might need for a few weeks...''.
When she joined him at the beach that evening, with a bag containing all her most precious belongings, she found him holding a horse by the reins, his other hand holding a bag, too.
He put a cape with a hood over her shoulders, which he folded over her golden hair, then helped her onto the horse, and climbed up behind her once she was properly settled.
Cersei didn't know where they were going, and she didn't care, she was with Jaime, and nothing else mattered.
She felt her eyelids drooping, lulled by the steady stride of the galloping horse, supported by Jaime, and fell asleep with a smile on her face.
Jaime gently woke her up by kissing her as dawn broke, and she understood that they had arrived at Lannisport.
He brought her down, took their belongings, and with his free hand grabbed Cersei's hand.
He took her behind an old fisherman's hut that was falling apart, and said to her:
''I'm taking you away from here. You don't want to marry a lord whom Father will choose for you, and I don't want to either. So we are leaving. We'll get married, if you want, and we can both live happily, without anyone knowing who we are, and...''.
He didn't have time to finish his sentence when Cersei pressed her lips to his own in a passionate kiss, which was all the answer he needed.
They got on the first boat they could find, and Jaime sneaked them on board.
When they were installed in the hold of the boat, hidden by large wooden crates, Cersei's back leaning against Jaime's chest as he closed his arms around her in a protective embrace, she turned her head, and raised her beautiful emerald eyes towards him:
"Jaime?''
"Yes?''
"Where exactly are we going?''
"I have no idea, my love. The wind will carry us.''
With those words, with those five little words that were in Cersei's eyes the most beautiful promise, Jaime kissed her on the cheek, and she huddled even more against him.
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