Valyrian Steel

Chapter 19

Cersei, Mother of Madness

Cersei arrived late into the night at Casterly Rock, the guards stopped them at the Lions Mouth and ignored her when she commanded them to let her pass. One of the men spat at her feet, "My brother was in Kings Landing you evil cunt." He growled. Robert Strong rose to meet her and she was about to order the man bisected when Jaime appeared. She ran into his arms.

"Our boy," she cried, no longer giving a damn about who knew. "Those bastards killed our sweet little boy, my last boy."

Jaime held her back with an odd look in his eye and struck her with such force that Cersei hit the ground. Qyburn commanded Robert Strong to hold back and Jaime ordered his men to seize her.

"You stupid cruel cunt! You have undone the only good I have ever done in my life. Years being called oath breaker and king slayer, it was worth it because I saved those people from the Mad Kings wildfire. And Tommen, his death is on your head and no one elses. Myrcella was safe in Dorne and you had to meddle. If you weren't my sister I would throw you in a cell with the lions. Take her to a room in the keep, I want three guards outside her door at all times. Qyburn, keep your monster in check and you will keep your head."

Qyburn, the sniveling coward, bowed deeply and guided Robert Strong away as she was dragged kicking and screaming. The left her in her old quarters and dropped food in her room every day. No one spoke to her no matter how much she yelled and beat her bloody hands against the door. When she wasn't roaring with rage she was crying for her children. She could not even change her clothes since all the dresses present were from before she married Robert. She was too large and gave up trying to squeeze into her old dresses after the third tear. A week or two after arriving a serving girl arrived holding a simple smock for Cersei to wear.

She ignored Cersei's shouts and when she struck the girl a guard smacked her, Cersei railed but he smacked her other cheek. A bath was drawn for her and the serving girl scrubbed her pink. The water was filthy by the time Cersei was clean. After she put on the red smock the serving girl took her dress and left. Cersei managed to stall her by asking for one of her mothers' dresses. Perhaps those would fit.

The dresses were brought but they were still snug, Cersei felt as large as aunt Genna but made do. She wallowed for another week and was fed well and given wine if she pomised to behave. Drinking, sobbing and yelling at the world. She was as pathetic as Robert.

The only time she was happy was when she dreamed of her children. Lovely Myrcella, strong Joffrey, sweet Tommen and the children she killed. Their first child would have been a blackhaired beauty had he lived, maybe Robert would have seen some of himself in the child and loved him like he did some of his bastards. The boy would have been the eldest, Robert wanted to name him Steffon, he would have definitely been easier to manage than Joffrey. Robert may have been more involved with the rest as a result. Even if he wasn't Eddard Stark and Jon Arryn would have never uncovered her secret. Steffon, the son she killed. Joffrey was the son she let run wild. Myrcella was the daughter she let go. Tommen was the son she let down.

The days came and went and Cersei heard little news from the outside. Occassionally the guards would gossip with each other and she learned that the Dragon Queen had arrived with Arya Stark, Sansa Stark had come out of hiding as will and Cersei demanded to see Jaime. He had to kill that conniving bitch. No one listened to her, they never did.

On occasion Cersei would hurt herself or feigned ill so that Qyburn would show to treat her. He told her Jaime suffered from nightmares and would wake screaming the name Brienne. That man faced oddity, she would never understand her brothers fondness for freaks.

One night she dreamed of her first night with Jaime, how gentle he had been, how desperate for her touch. She wanted him and woke up wet and frustrated. She drank some wine to fall asleep again. When she woke again, blurry eyed and still drunk, Jaime loomed over her as handsome as her dreams. He came back, he would forgive her and they would rule over the Rock together. She sat up and kissed his neck, snaking her arms around his hips.

"I missed you love. I know you did to." Cersei said as she undid his draw strings and reached for him

"We'll make another golden child and rule the Rock together, the dragons will leave us be if we give them gold. We can say I burned the city for them. They should thank us for clearing the way. Cersei reached into his trousers and found him limp. He clutched her wrists and tossed her back. Cersei's head struck the wall and she reeled. There was something wrong, something off, but she could not figure what. His hand wrapped around her neck and squeezed and she remembered, Jaime only had one hand. She sobered quickly and saw Tommen, his arm was burned and his pace had been cut but he was alive and sobbing.

"No not you, not you! Not my mother! NOT MY MOTHER!" he yelled crying again and again as he squeezed, his tears falling on her own tear stained cheeks.

Mother and son, bonded together in madness. She broke her son, she broke the kingdom, let death come.

And when your tears have drowned you, the valonqar shall wrap his hands about your pale white throat and choke the life from you