A/N: All right, guys, considering the Season 3 section has been going on for a really long time I figured it was about time to move on from that and begin Season 4. Keep in mind that by the end of S3 it was around the end of the last month; so if there are any questions about any lapse in the Game of Thrones timeline – hit me up a PM and I'll do what I can to clarify some things.

YEAR 301 AC

At King's Landing…

Two days had passed since the announcement of a Trial by Seven of Cersei Lannister and Petyr Baelish. Since then, word had spread throughout the city of King's Landing to Casterly Rock in the Westerlands. Theon Greyjoy offered to remain behind to watch the trial as a spectator, but one cold glare from King Daveth I Baratheon caused him to back down and retract his statement. The lone Greyjoy was to sail to White Harbor with Catelyn and Arya Stark. And so it was done.

Ser Jaime Lannister—knight of the Kingsguard, twin to the Queen Mother and uncle of the King—strode down the stairs of the White Sword Tower, through the Great Hall until he reached his destination: Maegor's Holdfast, where the infamous Kingslayer walked up the steps before arriving at his nephew's private chambers. Pushing the door open, Jaime saw Daveth looking over the balcony with his arms crossed.

The Young Stag looked over his shoulder to see who entered his room after the door was closed behind them, and silence filled the room after the latch made a quiet click.

"Uncle," he simply said.

Jaime still felt increasingly unnerved about the recent events that took place in the throne room. He loved his twin sister Cersei, but the sudden yet stunning confession that their cousin Lancel had a sexual escapade with her behind his back which shook his faith in her and doubt the severity of his love.

"Your Grace."

"I take it grandfather was… livid?"

'You have no idea,' he thought to himself. "'Livid' would be a monumental understatement as to how furious he was."

"Not surprising. Grandfather seems to value the future and legacy of House Lannister above all else," Daveth admits. "But you didn't come here to discuss that. Why have you come?"

"There's nothing you wouldn't do, is there?"

"Excuse me?"

"Daveth, Cersei's your mother and you just condemned her to death," Jaime mentioned.

"I know that! And yet she betrayed me all the same; just as she betrayed grandfather, the family… and especially you." The Young Stag approached his uncle. "I know the truth."

Jaime blinked for a moment as if looking perplexed. "Whatever do you mean?"

"About you and mother," Daveth revealed as he leaned against the table. His voice was quiet and never broke eye contact. "My brothers Joffrey and Tommen, my sister Myrcella… they were neither royalty nor were they true Baratheons. They're your bastard offspring."

The Kingslayer felt his posture shift slightly, enough for the Young Stag to notice. "Well how convenient for you, nephew," he said with his voice equally quiet. "Indeed, a rather bold claim. Want to trade gossip like a bunch of fishwives or something?"

Daveth rolled his eyes. "Spare me the japs, uncle. You're better than that."

Knowing he wasn't going to bluff his way out of this one, Jaime finally became serious. "If I was a father to any of my children, they'd be stoned in the streets," he finally confessed.

"And you know I'd never let that happen. Not while I rule."

Jaime blinked again. Now this was something he hadn't been expecting. "Then why didn't you say anything beforehand?"

The Young Stag inhaled through his nostrils. "Joffrey was and has always been an evil little shit, but Myrcella and Tommen…" he stopped. Daveth briefly glanced at a small painting depicting a portrait of his younger siblings he kept on his desk. "Myrcella and Tommen are good, innocent children. You know that I love them both. And you know that I would give my life for them to keep them safe. Which is why I haven't said anything. Not just for your sake, but for them."

"Why do I feel like there's a 'but' coming on?"

"But you need to understand that the woman you've been bedding is nothing more than a monster. She's been using you from the very beginning."

"To you she's evil, sure," Jaime's said defensively. His instinct was to defend family—no matter their crimes; though the Kingslayer wasn't so certain this time. "But whatever Cersei's done, whatever you think she's done, it was all done to keep her children safe."

Daveth shook his head. "You weren't here when Renly Baratheon took up arms against us, uncle. You didn't see what she did, what she's been doing this whole time. Haven't you been paying attention to what Lancel said? Mother has done things I never thought possible. She will be the end of you if you don't break free of her."

"Possibly. Not much to be gained from discussing it with you though, is there?"

"No, I suppose not," the Young Stag sighed in resignation. "You were always the stubborn Lannister." Daveth turned to leave the room, but stopped briefly to look back at his uncle. "Have you ever wondered why I kept you around in spite of everything that's happened, uncle? After what we went through?" he asked.

Jaime opens his mouth but quickly closes it, not sure what his nephew's getting at. Curious experience has taught him not to interrupt Daveth when he gets philosophical.

"Humor me," he answered.

"Because out of all the Lannisters relatives…" the Young Stag began, "I believed that you of all people still retained at least a certain sense of principle; that it's never too late to choose to become more than what you claim to be. But should you choose to continue going down this road… then simply pray to the Crone. Now excuse me, Ser Jaime. I have preparations to make."

Daveth left the room without giving his uncle a chance to retort. Jaime simply watches his nephew walk out to leave him to his thoughts. He simply hated it when people used words to worm its way into his head and disliked it even more when only a select few aimed straight for the center of his being. 'Kingslayer', 'Oathbreaker', 'A man without honor'… such aliases deeply bothered him. It was all he lived by. Taking a moment to look out the window, Jaime watched as the waves crashed against the shore.

"My bloody honor is beyond repair," Jaime murmured to himself. "Damn it, Daveth, why do you insist on putting these thoughts in my head?"

It was a slight tact of admission on Ser Jaime Lannister's part; he loves his sister, but at the same time isn't blind to what Cersei was becoming. Admittingly, he was still upset about Cersei sleeping around with other men behind his back. He slammed his fist on the balcony and turned around to leave the room, ignoring the pain in his palm.

In the black cells…

Cersei Lannister kicked and screamed, confined in the black cells whilst one of her trusted agents gathered a list of suitable candidates to represent her and Petyr Baelish in the trial by seven. Where she once wore an attire worthy of the Lannister name and of royalty, Cersei now wore a roughspun shift—one she tore into pieces until it was raggedy and worn out. The cells were cold and dark, as well, a realization the disgraced Queen Mother learned far too late as she began to shiver. Cersei had screamed and kicked and howled until her throat was sore, at the door and at the window.

No one shouted, nor came to rescue her from her confinement. There was a blanket on the pallet in the corner, a threadbare thing of thin brown wool. It was rough and scratchy, but it was all she had. Cersei huddled underneath to keep from shivering.

The only visitor who came to see her was her own uncle, Ser Kevan Lannister. But the visit was not a happy one. In fact, he remained absolutely furious at his niece ever since the trial at the Red Keep. Ser Kevan looked older than when she'd seen him last. He was a big man, broad in the shoulder and thick about the waist and short gray hair in full retreat from his brow. A heavy woolen cloak, dyed crimson, was clasped at one shoulder with a golden brooch in the shape of a lion's head.

"You think I care about what you have to say?" Cersei remembered Kevan yelling at her. "Lancel is my son, Cersei! Your own cousin! If I am angry with you, that is the cause. You should have looked after him, guided him, found him a likely girl of good family. Instead you corrupted him! Tainted him! Stained the Lannister name for generations to come like a common whore!"

After that, Ser Kevan slammed the cell doors shut behind him with a loud bang. Cersei brought her knees close to her chest, shivering again as the doors opened up. Stepping inside was Qyburn, tall, grey hair and a lean frame with slightly stooped with crinkles around his warm, brown eyes. The disgraced former maester lit a torch, its flame illuminating light in the cells.

"Your Grace," Qyburn bowed. "The trial will take place within the fortnight. By now I've managed to find seven suitable candidates to represent your case."

Cersei slowly stood and approached Qyburn. "This whole debacle is nothing more than a mere farce. All of it lies."

"Of course, Your Grace. My concern is that the Oathkeeper has a different standard when it comes to overseeing a trial. And I hope you'll excuse me for saying it, but the damage the accusations you have been accused of and the overall details of it all has been seen as overwhelming."

"I wish you'd said it sooner," she replied. "Any word from Jaime?"

Qyburn shook his head in disappointment. "He's taken your… ahem, 'affair' with Lancel Lannister a bit hard. He's refused to leave the White Sword Tower."

"Not once?" She stared at him, uncomprehending.

"I'm afraid not, Your Grace. Regardless, it seems your father Lord Tywin has planned to publicly disown you should the trial end either way."

Cersei blinked. 'Disown me?' she thought in disbelief. 'He cannot do that! I am a Lannister, I am the Queen, not some caged animal to be used and tossed aside!' She fumed. "Tell him I need to speak to him," she demanded quietly.

"I implored him to visit you, but he would not."

"What about my youngest son, Tommen? If you can visit me then surely he can—"

"Your arrest at the King's order, the Prince has not taken well. He remains in his chambers; his servants often find his food in the hall. Left untouched."

'Daveth did this to him,' Cersei suspected. "Talk to him again. Convince him to come and see me, come and see his mother."

Qyburn sighed with deep, hesitant resignation. "I tried, Your Grace, but the King forbade me from coming anywhere near him. He forbade me from seeing anyone."

Cerse's angering madness continued boiling. "I brought him into this world. Raised him, fed him at my own breast instead of handing him over to the wet nurses… If Daveth expects me to kneel and beg his forgiveness he's sorely mistaken."

"Your Grace?"

"Never mind that," the Golden Lioness dismissed. "Who have you found?"

"Ser Lyn Corbray, Ser Morgarth and Ser Lothor Brune have agreed to represent both Lord Baelish and yourself as your champions in the trial by seven," Qyburn explained. "The remaining four include Lester, Ser Lyonel Frey, Ser Addam Marbrand…"

"And the other?" Cersei asked.

Qyburn smiled and looked back at the door. Loud footsteps made their approach into the black cells, causing Cersei Lannister to look upwards at her seventh champion. A mad, cunning smirk crept upon her face as she recognized him. Bearing his chest and spotted with three drips of blood down his muscles on his naked chest and strong arms, towering over her was the same man she smuggled into King's Landing months earlier.

"Ser Gregor," Cersei welcomed. "Welcome and thank you for coming so quickly."

The Mountain nodded slowly.

"I'm pleased that you still remain in good form," the Queen Mother complimented.

"Who am I fighting?" Gregor's booming deep voice spoke.

Cersei tilted her head. "Does it matter?"

Gregor shook his head 'no', completely confident that his sheer size and brute strength alone was more than enough to scare off any challenger. Cersei let out a faint laugh; a trial by seven—a variation of trial by combat an offended party can demand during trial. Linked to the Faith of the Seven and Andal tradition, the Andals believed that if two teams of seven champions fought on each side, the gods thus honored would be more likely to see justice done—yet the invocation of a trial by seven is considered very rare.

As with a normal trial by combat, the accused and accuser each have to pick six other champions - though each also has the option to not fight in person but to name a seventh man as their personal champion. Per the rules, a trial by seven can only end when all seven men on one side have been defeated via surrender or death. Throughout the history of Westeros, only two known trials by seven had ever occurred: the first trial involved Maegor "the Cruel" Targaryen 259 years ago and the other involved Ser Duncan the Tall nearly 100 years ago.

Cersei felt a wave of overwhelming confidence at her list of chosen champions. For sure she was certain she could win the trial by seven with Ser Gregor "the Mountain" Clegane at the helm of her team.

'You'll see soon, Daveth,' she thought wickedly, 'and you as well, you usurping Stark bitch. No one takes what is mine. One way or another, a Lannister always pays her debts.'

Chapter End

Author's Note: A rather quick chapter, but this one only reveals the list of champions chosen to represent both Lord Petyr Baelish and Queen Mother Cersei Lannister in the upcoming trial by seven. What do you guys think of the selection? And also was the moment when Daveth finally told Jaime that he knew Joffrey, Myrcella and Tommen are actually his children instead of Robert's. But what was you guys' interpretation of what the Young Stag said about his uncle? Thoughts? Let me know.

Last thing to bring up: who do you guys think Daveth Baratheon will select to represent the Crown in the trial by seven?

Einstein's Mistakes: Jaime AND HOUND. mountain is fighting for two after all

God of war: Who will face the mountain in the dual and who will win

Blizzard dragon7777: They should sell tickets to see the fight I'll have the popcorn ready.

Kat Morgan: I was wondering what the trial be seven was all about so thank you for having Cersei explain it!

God of war: Will Cersei be killed or spared

―Keep a lookout for the next chapters.

God of war: Will Daveth kill his mother and then will deal with wall praplom

―Depends on the outcome of the trial by seven and Daveth already sent Stannis to deal with the Wall problem on his behalf.

ImperialPrussia: I think an ideal list would be Ser Barristan, Ariyana Dayne, Brienne of Tarth, Bronn, Sandor Clegane, Prince Oberyn and Ser Jaime. All skilled fighters, though Bronn could be replaced with Daveth himself if needs be, and Jaime fighting the Mountain could be a great way to punish Cersei for her hubris in thinking she can get away with anything to claim what she views as 'hers'.

Looking forward to the next chapter

Guest #1: Oberyn, Barristan, Jamie, Sandor, Yohn, Greatjon(?) or Bronn and Daveth of course
I really don't see how this team could lose, even to the Mountain

GREAT CELESTIAL-DRAGON: M starting to think Cercei is becoming mad, loosing her sanity over power thinking she deserved it

Magi Tail Welkin: Does Cersei not think that having the Mountain as her personal champion will lend credence to Daveth's claims, Lord Eddard called him a False Knight and denounced him, so I imagine when he appears people would put two and two together.

Still I forgot to mention Lothor Brune is a distant cousin of the main branch of House Brune of Brownhollow, one of the Crackclaw Houses. It would be an interesting idea to have the Brownhollow Brune's cousin, House Brune of Dyre Den be represented as one of Daveth's seven, similar to how the divide between the Red and Green Apple Fossoway families opposed each other at the Trial of Seven for Ser Duncan the Tall (indeed the unfaithfulness of Steffon after pledging allegiance to Duncan only to then change sides when Aeron Brightflame promised him a lordship, is what lead to the divide of the branches of the apple family tree).

chase manaena: this story is so good cant wait for the next chapter

Famond: Surely Daveth is gonna be his own champion. If he loses, his own mother just killed her child. That would be some ultimate mind game, she'll have to decide between herself or her child.

kira444: Daveth probably has someone in mind. He knows his mother well enough how far she'll go when backed into a corner. People like her are incredibly predictable when you imagine the worst things a person can do. That's probably what kept Tyrion alive for so long. "Lower your expectations and you will never be disappointed".

ZabuzasGirl: ...Even if the Mountain fights they will still lose.
Oberyn for sure, the Blackfish might be called, Ser Barristan, maybe even Jamie. That's it for me i don't really know.
Cersei and Baelish are going to die.
Wonderful!
Update immediately, please!

LunaEvanna Longbottom: If the Mountain doesn't die, I will be severely disappointed.

The Last Kenpachi: There's seven members of the Kingsguard isn't there?

―There is, but Ser Meryn Trant died at Pyke and Ser Arys Oakheart has been in Dorne with Myrcella since Chapter 26.

The Three Stoogies: a great chapter but I don't think lucies and barriston should fight they are to valuable to daveth and while still skilled a bite long in the tooth, keep up the great work

RHatch89: Awesome update :)

―Thanks.

RedRat8: My, they're not to be underestimated for sure. But I bet the Oathkeeper has some powerful champions of his own. Some who would gladly fight to the death to see the two pay for what they did. If it were up to me, I would pick Greatjonr, Yohn, Oberyn, Bron, Stannis, Barriston, and Aerys Oakheart. As some of the champions or one of them at least.

Moshi: Why would Marbrand fight for Cersei? I get the feeling that Tywin would be extremely displeased to even consider allowing Addam to go unpunished for such a thing. Also, shouldn't the Mountain be arrested on sight as an fugitive of the Crown?

―Technically yes, though only those who knew about it (except for Bronn) don't even know about it. By the time they do see the Mountain, it'll already be too late since the trial by seven would already be underway.

marco794: jaime for plot twist, sandor for his vengence on his brother,

Hear My Fury: Ok not sure who Morgarth and Lester are, but clearly I underestimated Cersei's influence. And you've decided to go for the Mountain. Great now she's got no chance of getting any freedom either way. Daveth needs to have Jaime fight on his side and you know what? I think Daveth should personally lead. Not only would she lose the one man she loves but her own son.

mpowers045: If it be Oberyn then he better act serious at the trial, Daveth better win

10868letsgo: Jaime Lannister against the Mountain. Make her suffer for her greed. Ser Barriston against Baelish men.