IMPORTANT MESSAGE: I find myself, for personal reasons, in the obligation to delete this account, which means that the published texts will also be deleted. However, they will be available on my new account, including this collection (which will still be under the same title) of which you will be able to read the twentieth and last chapter.

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.

Enjoy reading !

Context : AU – Canon Divergence – S02E09, ''Blackwater''

The heat is heavy in the large room, stifling, as if more people were crammed into the throne room of the Red Keep than it can hold, when no, there are only them, the queen and the little prince, the lioness and her lion cub, trapped by the deer's assaults.

A silence of death reigns in the hall, the silence of death that floats, that floats permanently, and that could end up falling on them like a vulture.

Cersei, sitting on the Iron Throne with Tommen, clutches a small bottle between her fingers.

She, too, holds death in her pale hand.

She tells a story to Tommen, to her little lion cub, a story that even she does not believe. But, at the same time, she stopped believing in stories a long time ago, a long, long time ago, so long ago that she doesn't even know if she ever really believed them.

Just when she promises her son that she will always keep him safe, always, because that's what lionesses do, they protect their cubs, no matter what, and she is a lioness, not a common doe, the door opens with a bang.

Cersei rises with a start, tightening her grip on Tommen, ready to stand right in front of him to protect him from her body if necessary, and knights in armor enter the room, and she cannot recognize them because of their helmets.

But it is when her father enters the room and announces with a triumphant air that the battle is over, that they have won, that she sees him.

The bottle falls. Death has spread, but not to them. The lions have won, the lions have triumphed over the crowned stag, once again.

At the very moment Cersei sees him, she thinks her heart is going to stop, he who was beating a little before, because of the anguish of the approaching death, so close that she could almost have touched it with her fingertips, she even held it between her fingers.

He is right there, behind their father, tall, handsome and strong in his golden armor.

He is there. Jaime, her Jaime, her other half, her soul, has returned.

As soon as she sees him, as soon as she becomes fully aware of his presence, there is no one around them, no one, only them, only them, only them that matter, and that is all Cersei thinks about when she hurtles down the stone steps leading to the Iron Throne, and runs to throw herself into the arms of her brother, her twin, her lover, her mirror, her everything.

He catches her, and makes her swirl in his arms, mocking completely the world around them, all those who look at them.

He's back to Cersei, and that's all that matters. He's back to Cersei, so he's back home.

She leans her head against his shoulder, despite the cold steel, burying her face in his neck, breathing in his familiar scent, which even the intoxicating metallic smell of blood and armor cannot hide, while he strokes her hair and holds her as tightly as he can without hurting her.

He's back.

The knight in his golden armor is back to his queen with the golden crown.

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