Lannisters don't get happy endings

Prompt: So, since I love your collection, I wanted to ask you if you could take a prompt from me! It would be a prompt where you'd just write a chapter inspired on some show tv... Like, idk.. you could write Cruella/Ursula inspired on Alex/Piper from OITNB or on... uh, why not? Jaime/Cersei from GoT. Idk, you have free will on that, I'd just love to read something about both of them inspired on some couple canon/non-canon from some show tv.

[I've chosen a GOT AU, with Ursula!Jaime and Cruella!Cersei. Plus Rumplestiltskin!Tyrion and Henry!Bran and guest star of Tywin Lannister. The last part takes explicitly inspiration from Got 1x01]

Many praises could be sung of Tywin Lannister in politcs and war, but no one could say that he had a enviable progeny. Rumplestiltskin with deformed and almost scaled body – called by everyone evil imp – and Ella – better known as Cruella -, with hot-tempered nature and eccentric behaviors: here's the last two lions left. Actually, there was also Ursula, but her dark skin already gave proof of the fact that she was a story aside; born from Tywin's affair with a plebian singer, she was technically a Stone, even if with her brilliant career as knight, she had revealed herself to be more useful than his legitimate children ever did.

Tywin would have really desired Ursula to be a Lannister, but she wasn't. And Ursula and Ella had that awareness too: it was something they repeated to each other since as children they had started to find something more in their relationship. And it was a mantra repeated not as a means of exclusion, but more like a justification of their sinful thoughts that in short time turned into acts. "You have brought the devil in our house" his wife Joanna used to say, alluding to his bastard. It was almost ironic to think about it now, since devil is how they called Ella instead.

But Tywin didn't want to remember, he didn't want to think about the past and not even about the future. Rumplestiltskin had married Belle Stark and brought the North to their side, Ella was the queen of the Seven Kingdoms and mother of two princes, and Ursula years before had given to him Aerys Targaryen, gaining the title of "king's slayer".

All was going well for now and the Lannisters would have kept on roaring for a little more.

The door of the queen's chamber suddenly opened, but she didn't have the slightest reaction of fear. Instead, she simply looked away from the window and turned around, letting her long blonde hair shake in a not casually sensual way; walking slowly with a goblet of wine in her hand, she started to approach the door, welcoming with a smile the expected guest. There was only a person in all the Red Keep that could enter scaring queen Cruella's room without risking to meet the Mountain the next day. And that person was Ursula Stone.

"Sister, you look very beautiful tonight" Ursula commented, stressing the epithet with an ironic tone.

Ella moved quicker and made a nervous chuckle. "Half-sister" she precised, giving her a peremptory look, before reclaiming without hesitation the other woman's lips.

A fire seemed to explode inside them at that contact and that fire, fomented by the sinfulness of their relationship, continued to burn up as the kiss became more passionate and Ella's hand started to free in a sudden rush Ursula's body from the armor. Under the knight's livery, gentle curves appeared to her eyes; that body could have driven crazy any man, but actually only the queen had had the chance to discover it. Yes, under the armor, Ursula hid a rare beauty as well.

"Why have you taken so long?" Ella suddenly asked, breaking the burning kiss.

"Your husband…"

At that simple reticent answer, she looked up to the sky. Ursula started to kiss her again, this time with more sweetness, and then approach the mouth to her ear.

"I will kill that drunk deer, sooner or later…"

Ella laughed amused and slightly nodded, excited at that idea that wouldn't have been realized though. At least for the moment.

"So, I will make a big fur with his skin, darling"

It was Ursula's turn to smile, even if for just a moment. The next one, her lips were already on her half-sister's milky neck and this time it was her hands removing the luxurious red Lannister dress from the queen's body. In less than a few minutes, they were both almost completely naked on the bed, enojoying in the dark that instant of light for their forbidden love.

"I wish we were born in Dorne" the Stone woman said out of the blue at some point, with a strange bitterness.

A bitterness that the Lannister woman couldn't understand and to which she answered only with a confused expression.

"Why? So we can make provisions of wine?"

Ursula allowed a weak smile to that ironic joke and kissed her again, deciding to let the subject go. In Dorne they were more tolerant in sexual matters, in Dorne women could be with other women more freely, in Dorne sibilings could be together freely. Maybe not even in Dorne they would have been free and happy, but for now in her mind Dorne was like a perfect Utopia. However, they were Lannisters instead and Lannisters aren't meant to get happy endings.

The sudden squeak of the door was enough to interrupt that moment and make them separate with an alarmed expression on their faces. Passion had allowed an unsual negligence and someone had been spying from the half-closed door; yes, someone had pushed the door, someone had seen them. The wooried look of the queen made the knight act soon; the door was quickly opened and in front of Ursula's sword the terrified face of the young Henry of House Stark appeared.

"It's alright…" the Stone whispered, with a mellifluous tone. She lowered the sword, but grabbed him by the neck and dragged him into the room.

Instants of endless silence passed, during which – Henry knew that – his life was being decided. The women knew him well, but exactly the fact that he was the heir of that so hated House wasn't a good sign for him. If one of their enemies had found out about their relationship, it would have been the end.

"How old are you?" Ursula suddenly asked, trying to keep that faked benevolent voice.

"Eleven" came the feared answer, after some seconds of hesitation.

He was just a child. The knight looked at the queen, silently asking her what was her judgement.

"He saw us!" she simply exclaimed, with a flash of furious fear dancing in her blue eyes.

And that exclamation was more than enough; Ursula made a last mellifluous smile and then, without warning, dragged the boy toward the opened window, letting him tragically fall. Eleven years were too much for a child, after all.

"The things I do for love" she simply commented, immeditaely looking away.

As if nothing had just happened, as if no other sin was added to the list. But what difference would that have made? She was already the evil, both of them were. Not even Ella said anything, she just reach out for the other woman and kissed her lightly on the lips, as to share with her the weight of that new guilt. A guilt they didn't feel though.

Lannisters didn't get happy endings. And that was the reason why they would have kept roaring.

This one was probably was of the most difficult and yet funny to write; fan of game of thrones let me know if I have/haven't completely ruined it LoL Anyway, keep on sending me prompts if any of you readers want to:)