A.N. Thanks for the reviews, the followers and of course, all readers.

This is a family drama for now, but I promise there will be more politics soon.


After two weeks Cersei decided to let Tyrion back.

She hated to admit, but she missed her punching bag. Gregor was quiet and always did as he was told. He was no challenge.

'You are drunk.' Tyrion stated matter-of-factly when he entered her bedroom.

Cersei was lying on her bed, still in pyjamas, playing with one of Joffrey's old video games.

'You are just jealous because you are not. But go ahead, help yourself.' she murmured, her eyes glued to the screen.

She saw her brother from the corner of her eye moving toward the bottle of wine she had left on the coffee table, then he stopped.

'What the hell are you doing anyway?'

Cersei dropped the joystick on the mattress and shrugged. 'It improves motor function. Doctor's orders.'

'The drinking too?' Tyrion mumbled disapprovingly.

His sister gave him a long look filled with suspicion.

'Why do you care?'

Tyrion frowned. Cersei could see his hesitation and she didn't know what to make of it.

'I wanted to take you out to the park.' her brother finally said.

Cersei could tell that it wasn't all he had to say, but she just didn't feel like fighting him.

'Then take me.' she sighed, making it obvious how little she cared.


Gregor obediently parked the wheelchair under a large tree, then sat on a bench further away to give them privacy.

The park was full of parents and their young children. Cersei caught herself looking at them longingly behind her sunglasses until she saw her own. She turned to her brother who didn't seem surprised. Of course not. He was the one who set it all up.

'I will hurt you for this.' Cersei cursed at him with a deadly stare.

They didn't have more time left. Tommen rushed to his mother and jumped into her lap, nearly toppling the wheelchair over.

'My, my! You have become a force to be reckoned with.' the anger immediately disappeared from Cersei's face and gave way to a warm smile.

She caressed her son's golden hair while she glanced at her daughter who stopped a little further away, standing reserved with her arms folded in front of her chest.

'I have grown two inches.' Tommen boasted, which made his mother turn back to him.

'You have not.' Cersei feigned shock.

Tommen climbed off her lap and ran to his uncle, leaning his back against his.

'I'm almost as tall as Uncle Tyrion.' he cried out happily. 'And I lost a tooth.'

His mother gave him a gentle smile.

'It was about time. I was afraid you would be stuck with your baby teeth.'

'Yes. Margaery told me that I should put it under my pillow and the tooth fairy will bring me a present.'

'Did she?' Cersei tensed at the mentioning of her father's second wife. The gold digger or the childbride as she called her, since Margaery wasn't just significantly younger than Tywin, but also his children.

'And guess what, Mom.' Tommen continued in ecstasy, without noticing his mother's disgusted expression. 'She brought me a cat. A big, white one. She is beautiful. I call her Rosie.'

Cersei glanced at her brother, expecting an explanation and Tyrion didn't delay with the answer.

'Margaery took a sudden interest in Tommen. They have spent a lot of time together lately. I tried to tell you, but you didn't bother to listen.'

'You should have tried harder.' Cersei hissed angrily. 'That bitch should be nowhere near my son.'

'I have to go back home soon, Margaery promised to help me give a bath to Rosie.' her son remarked shyly, which made Cersei frown.

'Home. You mean me you live with Margaery.'

'Yes, and grandfather.' Tommen nodded.

'I specifically told I wanted the children under Jaime's care.' Cersei raised her voice, once again expecting his brother to answer for the terrible mistake.

Tyrion shrugged.

'Father thought they would be better off in a bigger house, with a woman to take care of them.'

'A woman? More like a girl. The cunning little slut. She was always after Father's money and now she wants my children too.' Cersei hissed with rage.

'The kids shouldn't hear you talk like that.' her brother warned her, but she could notice his satisfaction. And he didn't finish just yet.

'I wonder if Margaery's friendship with Tommen has anything to do with the fact that Father is making his will. Since you were not exactly cooperative in the past weeks, he might decide to name her guardian to the children's inheritance instead of you.' Tyrion pointed out.

Whatever he wanted by telling this, it worked. Cersei was ready to march up to Margaery and claw her eyes out.

Suddenly, they heard the sound of a slamming car door, followed by two short beeps. They both turned to the source of the noise and saw Jaime leaving his car, walking towards them.

Cersei managed to hide her excitement and her shock over the sight of his missing hand, although she has already known about it from Tyrion.

'So that is how I can trust you with my children. You push them into the arms of Father and that little whore.' she spat out the words.

Jaime seemed more than hurt by her cold greeting, even though he tried his best not to show.

'He had already taken them by the time I have arrived.'

Cersei wasn't pleased with the answer. She looked away and deliberately turned to her daughter.

'What about you, Myrcella? How are you, my darling?'

'Because now you care.' the young girl remarked scornfully.

Cersei's eyes widened. She didn't know what to make of this hostility from her ever sweet and caring daughter.

'I do care. I think of you every day since you left.' she said with a hint of resentment. No one will lecture her, not even her own daughter.

'I called you every day, Mom. I called you every day after the accident, but you never picked up. What happened to you?' she stared at her mother with accusing eyes.

'You know damn well what happened to me, Myrcella!' Cersei snapped at her and grabbed her daughter's wrist. 'Your father is dead, not that any of us should feel sorry for him… but I lost my son and look where I am now.'

Myrcella hissed in pain. Her mother noticed and quickly let go of her hand.

'I'm sorry you were not my number one concern.' she tried to be sarcastic, but one look at her daughter made it impossible not to care.

'This will change, I promise. Everything will be different now.' she promised, giving her a reassuring smile.

'What do you mean?'

They almost forgot about Tommen's presence who had to repeat his question.

'What do you mean?'

'You come home with me. Both of you. I will take Myrcella out from that miserable boarding hellhole.' Cersei remarked in a firm voice.

'But I don't want to. I like that school.' her daughter protested.

Cersei gave her a surprised look, then suddenly a smile appeared on her face.

'It's about the boy, isn't it? Your boyfriend.'

'Trystane is not my boyfriend. Margaery says I'm too young to have a boyfriend.' Myrcella lowered her eyes and started to bite her nails.

Her mother leaned forward in her chair to slap her hand out of her mouth.

'Love has nothing to do with age.' she remarked softly, then she looked up to her twin brother who stood behind her. 'It comes when it comes.'

Jaime gently caressed her cheek, then he put his good hand on her shoulder. They looked each other in the eye longingly, then Cersei broke eye contact.

She turned back to her daughter. 'You come home with me for the rest of the holiday, then we'll talk about the school.

She took out her phone and texted his nurse, who appeared in a minute.

'Children, this is Gregor. He was taking care of me in the past few weeks and now he will take care of you too.'

Tommen and Myrcella instinctively backed away from the giant man, but they politely extended their hands and introduced themselves.

'Gregor, I would like you to take the children to my Father's house and help them get their things. They will move back to me. You can take the car, Jaime will take me home.'

Gregor quietly nodded and he was about to leave with Tommen and Myrcella, but Cersei didn't finish.

'You should have some lunch first.' she took out her purse and held up one of her credit cards.

Gregor wanted to take it, but Cersei drew back her hand. The nurse and the children looked at her in confusion. Cersei gave Myrcella a firm look to remind her of the rule.

'Money always stays in the family.'

All their employees were payed weekly, but they never handed them money directly, nor did she ever give them credit cards. Whenever the children went somewhere without their parents, it was always Joffrey's responsibility to handle the finances, as he liked to call it.

Finally, Myrcella extended her hand and took the shiny silver card from her mother.

'You are in charge now.' Cersei remarked softly and gave a bitter smile to her daughter.


'Quite the fortess you have in here.' Jaime remarked as he and his twin were back in her penthouse.

'It's a prison.' Cersei stated bluntly while she grabbed a handrail and as elegantly as she could pulled herself onto the sofa.

'I have been in less comfortable prisons.' her brother remarked laughingly, but his eyes said otherwise.

He sat beside her on the sofa and put his arm around her. He began stroking her hand with his good one, then he started kissing her neck and ear.

'Stop it.' Cersei pulled away. 'You have no right to touch me anymore.'

'What?' Jaime asked after he reluctantly let go of her.

His twin sister gave him a deadly gaze.

'You left me.'

'I was deployed.' Jaime stated what they both knew. 'I'm a soldier. I had to go.'

Cersei nodded, she seemed to understand, then she looked at him with the same scornful look than before.

'You left me.' she repeated accusingly. 'Look what happened. My husband is dead. The presidential campaign, everything we worked for is over. All the sacrifice I made, it was for nothing.'

'The presidential campaign?!' Jaime asked in disbelief.

Cersei remained quiet. Her brother gave her a questioning look and shook his head.

'It is a small price for getting rid of Robert. You know how many sleepless nights I prayed for his death. I hated to leave you here with him.' he said passionately.

'Yet you did.' Cersei scoffed. 'And now our son… Our son is dead.'

She couldn't hold back her tears anymore. Jaime tried to hug her, but she roughly pushed him away.

'You were not here to protect him! You were not here to protect me!' she screamed.

Her loud sobs echoed in the silence of the large living room. Finally, she quieted down and she looked at her brother through her tears.

'I'm sorry.' Jaime whispered and made another unsuccessful attempt to hold her hand.

'That's all? You left me. You let yourself be captured for almost a year and you expect me to forgive you?' she shouted indignantly.

Her hands were shaking from anger as she poured herself a glass of wine from the bottle she found on the table. She took some of her pills too, and dropped them into the glass.

'You have nothing to forgive.' Jaime raised his voice too. 'Every day I was a prisoner I plotted my escape. Every day. I murdered people so I could be here with you. I lost my hand, for God's sake!'

His sister burst out in a bitter laughter.

'A hand, Jaime? You lost a hand?' she cupped his face and pressed a harsh kiss on his lips. 'I lost my legs.'

'You will walk again, Cersei.' Jaime mumbled.

'Really?' his twin scoffed. 'I didn't know you got your medical degree while you were enjoying the terrorists' hospitality.'

Jaime sighed. He must have been tired of fighting. Cersei couldn't help but feeling the same way. She yawned and lay down on her side, her head resting on the cushion. Her brother rose from his seat and crouched beside the sofa to face her. Cersei extended her hand and stroked his cheek.

'We'll get you a new hand.' she murmured. 'It will be better than the old one.'

'A prosthetic hand? Joff would love it.' her brother whispered, touching her hand and pressing a kiss on it.

'Yes, he would. He was crazy about robots.' she whispered back as tears clouded her eyes.

'Listen to me.' Jaime said softly, wiping off the teardrops from her face one by one. 'Nothing is over. We will get through this. And when we do, our family will be stronger than ever. We will take everything that's ours and more. Nothing will stop us. You just think about that, will you?'

'Yes.' Cersei breathed and pulled his head closer to her own to kiss him.