The next morning came and Queen Cersei was already up and prepared for the worst. The Mountain's footsteps thudded against the floor as he stood proudly behind Cersei, awaiting her orders. She stayed quiet before she turned towards him and smiled up towards him. "Did you take care of that betraying little bitch?" She cursed but then held her tongue as she listened to The Mountain's grunt, which she had grown accustomed to by now.
"Let's go to the council hall, shall we?" Cersei said as she walked past him and of course, he had no choice as he followed her towards the hall, where she was recently crowned Queen. Once she entered the room, there was only two council members present, one of them being her twin brother, her lover, Jaime. "Where's the rest of the council?" Cersei asked as she eyed her brother and the other unknown person in the room.
"They're all dead. You should know that." Jaime retorted back towards Cersei as she flashed her eyes towards him. She chuckled a little but then stopped instantly as she parted her lips to speak but stepped closer to Jaime and whispered. "I'd be a little more careful if I was you." Jaime raised a hand up but The Mountain quickly came to Cersei's aid, by grasping Jaime's wrist tight as he started to wince. "Like I said, I'd be a little more careful. If I have to rebuild my own council, I will." Her eyes went to The Mountain, who finally released his grasp and trailed not too far behind Cersei.
Things were going right for Cersei but Jaime knew that someone had to knock her off of her high horse, sooner rather than later. As Cersei waltzed through a small street, she went over to reviewed the destruction that had occurred just mere days before she was crowned Queen.
As her eyes scanned over and surveyed the damage, she heard impending footsteps coming towards her and they were all too similar. It was Jaime, again. "Cersei, you must understand that when this reaches the kingdoms, a war is going to happen. Me and my troops will have to fight for you and I don't think they'll be too please about that after you killed many members of their families." Jaime snapped as Cersei eyed him.
"You are their commander. Whatever you say goes, am I right?" Jaime shook his head at her response as he looked at her again. "That crown changed you. I will not send my troops into a battle that they might not even win." Cersei rolled her eyes, bored with Jaime right about now as she walked past him and heard him call out her name, repeatedly but ignoring him.
Cersei wasn't really one for listening to what other people had to say. At the end of the day, she had her own mind and knew who she could get to fight for her at the end of the day. Things weren't going exactly as Cersei had planned as she had to rebuild her small council and maybe even her own army. The only thing is, who will be willing to fight for her after everything that she has done?