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They are all gone away, the House is shut and still...
Nor is there one today to speak them good or ill...
There is ruin and decay in the House on the Hill: they are all gone away,
There is nothing more to say.
from The House On The Hill by Edwin Arlington Robinson
Jaime
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He'd rushed to the Sept worrying the worst, though thinking back, he wasn't sure why. The High Sparrow would no more burn down his palace of worship than the King would the Red Keep. When he arrived, there was only rubble but small fires were still burning, and the smell of smoke and death permeated the air. In the chaos, he heard only that hundreds had been inside, servants of the seven, lords and ladies and common people of the city, and half the royal court including Queen Margery, her brother Loras and their father. His Uncle Kevan had perished as well, along with his cousin Lancel.
He'd gone to the Red Keep feeling only relief that his sister and son were safe. Bronn had kindly taken charge of situating the Lannister army as he headed for the Great Hall when he received word that there was to be a Royal announcement.
Instead of the panic he expected, the hall was deadly quiet as he entered. The room however was full of people lined up before the throne, waiting. They were surrounded by men in crimson and gold armour and tension was thick in the air; it reminded him of something, though he couldn't quite put his finger on it. When his sister entered, walking between the two walls of Lannister soldiers with goldcloaks trailing behind her, dressed fully in black that reminded him of something their father once wore, he knew it likely his son the King was too broken up about his Queen that he sent his mother to address the people.
It was not until he saw the Mountain who followed behind her and the other men trailing behind him, settle at her side as she stood before the throne, and Qyburn at his opposite side, that Jamie realized something was amiss. The maester who was not, moved forward.
"I now proclaim Cersei of the House Lannister, first of her name, Queen of the Andals and the First Men, Protector of The Seven Kingdoms."
As the man turned to face her, the self proclaimed Queen, all he could think of, was Tommen. He was dead, of that he was certain, but how had his son died? When had it happened? He had not been gone long and the fact that she was already crowning herself made him wonder if she'd even taken the time to mourn their last son.
Qyburn placed the crown upon her head, and stepped aside. She looked out at the people before her for a moment, then sat on the iron throne that had killed two of her sons. Then, she finally looked at him, and there was no love in her eyes, and he realized what he'd been reminded of.
The Mad King.