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CERSEI

Cersei had cried her heart out ever since Jaime left her in his chamber. She hadn't wanted to cry in the presence of the men that were accompanying them along with that beast of a woman; she could not allow herself to do that. Only her twin brother was allowed to see her in her moments of weakness.

Now she had no more tears to shed. She was pacing up and down the room, anxiety turning her insides to a tight knot. Her first born was dead, and she wanted to know how that had happened. Her baby boy had been killed, and she wanted revenge.

She was certain of who had done the deed. Tyrion, He had promised her; her joy would turn to ashes in her mouth. It had been prophesied: he would kill her children and leave her for last. She would not let that come to pass. He would die first.

Surely Father would find a way to restore her to power. Being Queen once again, she would prove Tyrion's guilt - she would do anything in order to achieve that - and then she would have his ugly head on a spike.

When Jaime entered the chamber, she ran to him. "Tell me," she almost commanded him.

"Father disowned me," he said with a lost look on his tired face.

Cersei blinked. What, in the name of the Seven, did he mean? "What are you talking about?" she asked. "What about my son?"

Jaime seemed to come out of a trance and he looked at her hard for only a heartbeat. She must have imagined it. Why would her twin ever look at her like that?

"Sansa Stark poisoned him," he revealed in the end. "She fled when everyone was too busy trying to save Joffrey and has not yet been found."

Cersei blinked. Sansa Stark? The little dove? Cersei had fostered her, satisfying all her biological needs and even offering her some advice on top of all that. And the Stark girl paid her back in that vile way?

"And what about Tyrion?" Cersei asked. Sansa couldn't have done it on her own; Tyrion must have given her a hand. Cersei could picture the two of them plotting, coming up with various and different ways to kill Joffrey.

Jaime cleared his throat as though the words he was about to utter were painful. "He's in a cell. It is not yet sure if he's guilty or not, but he did serve the poisoned wine."

Of course he's guilty, Cersei wanted to yell so that all of the Seven Kingdoms would hear her. He had sent Myrcella to a dangerous place, he had murdered Joffrey, and surely Tommen was next. And then Cersei herself.

"It looks like he will be released," Jaime carried on. "He must have served the wine unaware of its secret ingredient."

No. No, he was perfectly aware. He can't be released. He'll kill us all. He'll kill me. Cersei had to make sure that Tyrion would be proven guilty. She would have to find out who the judges were, seduce them, promise them things. She would have to find witnesses and give them what was needed so that they would sing the song she wanted.

"Tommen is King," Jaime announced and Cersei swelled with pride. Tommen was younger, he would be easier to control. "Father had him sign a document: you are to retun to the capital and resume the title of Queen Regent."

He reached out for her, but she took a step back. "Queen Regent?" she almost shrieked hysterically. "I am the Queen!"

Jaime cleared his throat again. "Well, tell that to Father. The Tyrells want Margaery to wed Tommen."

"Those ungrateful, overreaching roses! The girl has wed twice, and both of her husbands are dead." The second one was my son, the first gem Jaime gave me. "I will not let her have Tommen too."

"It gets worse: Father wants you to wed again. Probably Oberyn Martell."

She wanted to break everything around her and set the entirety of King's Landing on fire. She was not a brooding mare to be mounted and pop out children. She had been sold to one man; she would not let that happen again. Her place was in the capitol, ruling as Queen until Tommen came of age.

"No," she said sternly.

"Then marry me, Cersei," Jaime all but pleaded, excitement and despair mixing in his voice and face. "Stand up before the realm and say it's me you want."

"Be serious."

"I'm not laughing. The Targaryens -"

"We're not the Targaryens! The Targaryens did as they pleased and no one questioned them because they ruled. If I become your wife, Tommen's claim to the throne will go unsupported. All of us will lose our power and be executed."

"Let's leave then. Run away from this rotten place."

"No," she said harshly. Why couldn't he see that she belonged in that rotten place? She softened her voice, making it sweet like honey, and carried on, "You've had me every way a man can have a woman - both physically and emotionally. I am your wife in truth, just not in name. Can't that be enough?"

"No," he said sadly, resigned.

She looked at him but he couldn't meet her eyes. Was this the end? She had expected it to come with their death, not before that.

She sighed. She had to prove that Tyrion was guilty. She had to protect her only living son from the claws of her father and of the Tyrells. She had to rule and have things her way. When all that was done, she could reconcile with Jaime. Surely it would not be too late. Of course he would always wait for her.

~FIN~

A/N: Yes, this is the end because you all know how the story goes from here: Tyrion's found guilty, trial by combat, Tyrion's escape with Jaime's help, Tywin's death and all the epic and absolutely brilliant things that can be found in GRRM's novels.

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