This chapter was written as part of the Facebook challenge "Sur Votre 31":
- Invite : ''Cloud''.
- Number of words: From 100 to 1000 words.

This chapter is a bonus of my fic When we have only love.

All the universe of Game of Thrones belongs to GRR Martin, DB & DW.

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It had been more than a year.

It had been more than a year since their little brother was born.

It had been more than a year since their mother had died.

It had been more than a year since they had not returned to the beach.

It had hurt too much. It was their mother who used to take them there, to run with them in the waves and on the sand.

But their mother was no longer there.

And since she had left them, they had never wanted to go back. It didn't make sense without her.

Life had become sad, since Mother had died. Father was hardly ever there anymore, spending his time in King's Landing, where he was the Hand of the King. Their little brother was too small to play with them, and anyway, Cersei had decided that she didn't love him, declaring that he had killed their mother when he came into the world.

That it would have been better if he hadn't been there, and their mother still was.

Even Jaime and Cersei were no longer with each other during the day, busy with the lessons they were forced to take separately, because they were not the same.

And Jaime and Cersei didn't like it, being separated, but their father had ordered them to do so, and no one dared to disobey Tywin Lannister.

Until the day Jaime decided he wanted to go to the beach with Cersei, as they had done with their mother.

Only this time they would be alone.

After he had managed to escape the maester's attention, he had gone to look for Cersei.

She was with her septa. He had discreetly waved to her behind the half-open door, and Cersei had asked if she could go to the latrine. The septa, not suspecting the deception for a second, agreed, and Cersei joined Jaime, who was waiting for her.

He grabbed her by the hand and dragged her out of the castle.

If their father found out, he would be furious.

But he didn't care.

He had taken her to the beach.

They hadn't been there for a year, but Jaime remembered it as if they had been there the day before.

They lay on the sand, just like they did when they had just run for a long time with Mother and they were falling apart, exhausted.

Jaime had wrapped his arms around Cersei, who had huddled against him.

They hadn't said a word, just looking at the white clouds that parade through the blue sky.

Until Jaime broke the silence:

"Why do you think Father doesn't want us to study the same things?

He knew that Cersei would have loved to learn how to ride a horse, fight with a sword and shoot with a bow.

He loved it, and they were the same.

Besides, she had already told him several times how much she hated the dancing and singing lessons and where she was learning to talk and behave like a lady.

''I think it's because I'm a girl, and you're a boy...''.

Jaime thought that was absurd. How important was their gender? Why, because she was a girl, shouldn't she have the right to do what she wanted?

Then he whispered in her ear, like a secret:

''One day, I will marry you. When we are grown up, and I am the lord of Casterly Rock, as Father, no one will dare say no to me, and you can learn what you want, and we will be happy.''

When she had turned her bright emerald eyes towards him, he had blushed.

He had felt like an idiot. Why would Cersei, who was beautiful and intelligent, want to marry him?

But she had smiled, and said to him:

''Yes, we will be very happy.''

And, as if to seal their promise, he had kissed her on her fleshy little lips.

And now that they were both lying on Jaime's bed in the Tower of the White Sword, looking at the clouds, like when they were little, Jaime couldn't help but feel guilty.

He had broken his oaths.

That's what we called him, when we thought he couldn't hear.

Perjury. The oathbreaker.

He didn't care.

Of all the oaths he had taken, only one really mattered to him.

And he had broken it too.

And he felt so guilty, that he couldn't keep the promise he'd made to Cersei all those years ago.

To marry her. To be happy with her.

He couldn't marry her. Their father had forced her to marry Robert Baratheon, the new king, for whom Jaime had freed the Iron Throne.

He had not been able to be happy with her. Of course, they were happy when they were together, but it was obvious that Cersei was unhappy with her life. How could she not be?

Robert spent his days hunting, drinking and fucking, and when he finally took an interest in her it was only to insult her, to shout at her, to snub her, to hit her or rape her.

Jaime saw it all through the bruises and marks Robert left on her skin, swearing that one day he would kill him for it.

But in the meantime, he just had to play the role of lover and protector.

They always spent hours looking at the clouds, just like when they were children.

Except now they weren't children anymore, and they looked at the clouds lying down, out of sight.

Then Jaime would gently wrap Cersei in his arms from behind and put his cheek against hers, whispering in her ear everything that might have happened in another life.

That was it, the only thing they had now. Dreams of another life that would never come true.

Sometimes Cersei dreamed of being a bird, so she could fly away among those clouds.

In a way, she was a bird.

But that bird had its wings broken, young, very young, too young, so that it would never fly away.

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