Author's Note: Thanks to PriscilaOrglene (That makes my day!) for reviewing the last chapter! I own nothing of A Song of Ice and Fire that you recognize.

"Well there's gone for good and there's good and gone and there's gone, with a long before it. I wish she'd been just a little more clear. There's gone for the day and gone for the night. Gone for the rest of your dog gone life. Is it whiskey night or just a couple beers? I mean what kind of gone are we talking 'bout here?"- What Kinda Gone, Chris Cagle

VIII. JAIME

Cersei was waiting for him that night before supper. She was radiant in a gown of gold with red trim and her golden tresses tumbling down and over her shoulders. Her face was furious.

"I looked for you today." Every word dripping from her mouth was cold as ice. "And do you know what our brother told me?"

Part of Jaime really didn't want to know but the rest of him, the part that was drawn to Lucia, allowed him to ask, "What?"

"Tyrion told me that you were mooning after the Stark girl a lovestruck fool," Cersei hissed.

"I am marrying her, sweet sister," Jaime said, giving the words a bite. "I have a right to moon after her like a lovesick puppy." Cersei's expression was hurt at first.

"Am I not good enough for you anymore?" she asked, sounding pained, but Jaime saw the fury in her eyes. He knew then that his sister hated his bride to be with a passion.

"You're pretty enough," Jaime said, not even thinking before he spoke. "But you don't love me." Cersei gasped, her expression going from hurt and angry and wounded in an instant.

"I love you," she protested.

"No you don't," Jaime said, realizing for the first time that it was true. "You love our children, you love being queen, you love being in charge, and you love the idea of sneaking around behind Robert's back but you don't love me."

"You don't love her either," Cersei snarled, definitely a lioness now.

"Are you sure?" Jaime retorted, just to make her angry. She was right, he didn't love Lucia but at least he didn't have to sneak around to be with the girl or share her with someone else.

"You," Cersei snarled, almost speechless now. "You tell that girl of yours to watch her back because if I get a chance I will kill her. And as for you, dear brother, I never want to speak to you again." Jaime just laughed as he stormed away. Cersei may have been a lioness but Lucia Stark had a direwolf, two brothers and their direwolves, and a lion to protect her. His sweet sister wouldn't get anywhere near his bride to be.