Cersei paced back and forth in her room, pondering her mind on what to do, what direction to go in order to rebuild her kingdom. Now that she didn't really have anybody to stand in her way, she could do practically anything that she wanted to. Cersei let out a slight sigh as she went over and poured herself a glass of wine. The Mountain's thudding footsteps could be heard from afar as she turned and sighted Jaime before him.
"Come here to shout at me some more? Tell me that it is my fault that everyone is dead?" Jaime sighed at her questions as he then turned to face The Mountain then turned his gaze back towards Cersei. "So, any idea who is going to be apart of your new council, Queen Cersei?" Jaime asked with a delightful smirk plastered upon his face as he walked closer towards her.
Cersei didn't really want to give Jaime the pleasure of knowing that he was right. She returned his smirk and walked a few feet away from him. "Would you like some wine, Jaime?" Cersei offered as Jaime shook his head and raised a brow at her. "You have no idea what you are doing, do you?" Jaime said as a light chuckle came over him. "I've been Queen for years, I know how this process works. I know what I am doing. Things take time and do not just happen." Cersei snapped towards her brother and turned away from him, placing her hands upon a nearby table and lowered her head.
She really did not know what she was doing but Cersei couldn't really give Jaime the power of really knowing that. She felt his piercing but cold stare through her as she raised her head up but did not turn around to face Jaime, at all. Instead, she just merely spoke but not towards Jaime, towards the other male figurine that was in the room, her room. "Gregor, can you please escort Commander Jaime out of here?" Jaime raised a finger up at The Mountain and stood up with a sigh. "No need for him to do that, I can leave on my own accord."
Jaime took a few steps towards the door then turned only his head towards Cersei and parted his lips to speak towards her. "Remember and mark your own words, Cersei. When you play the Game of Thrones, you either win or you die. There is no middle ground." Cersei grabbed her goblet of wine and threw it towards the door, where Jaime was perched but he had made his exit before the goblet could connect with his muscular framed body. She let out a groan of frustration while her arms folded over her chest and her eyes peered towards the outside.
The tone of her face told the real story. She was very furious with Jaime at this point and anytime Cersei was mad or upset at him, she really didn't know what to do with him. Cersei really couldn't have him killed because she did love him at the end of the day but she could do something that will put a permanent throne in his side.
"Gregor, follow me, please." Cersei said as she trotted past the mountain height of a man, whose thudding footsteps surely followed behind his Queen. It's a good thing whenever Cersei and Gregor are seen walking side by side and Jaime Lannister is about to learn that the hard way.