Game of Thrones: New Era

Chapter 5 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.

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Cersei

Cersei stood on the battlements, glaring as she observed the action down below. Just like before, when Mace Tyrell left with his army to face Robb Stark and the pretender; practically all of King's Landing was assembled. This time, they were assembled to watch and cheer for Oberyn Martell and the Dornish army that were present in the capital as they prepared to ride out and face down the same people.

'All because Mace Tyrell arrogantly abandoned his duties, went with his army to the Reach, instead riding to face our enemies. All over a small group of peasants in the Stormlands rioting.' She thought angrily. 'Now we're sending this...creature out, in charge of his own army, what are they thinking? Beasts like Oberyn Martell must be tamed; he should have been placed under Kevan's command, beneath his betters.'

All the same, thinking like that reminded her of the issues that they faced. The war front was drawing too close, it should have been stopped long ago; it should have stopped at the Westerlands.

She shook her head as she thought of that. 'But no, even our own warriors, our own family, had to be lax...to not even bother attempting to put up an effective resistance. Now they are defeated and the enemy is closing in. All this nonsense of wearing them down gradually, sending out two armies when we should have sent one and crushed them.'

Watching Oberyn's departure, the cheering of the crowd, did nothing to improve her mood. So she turned and headed back inside, still fuming.

She was still angry at Jaime's shocking words the previous night, she could scarce believe the change in her twin.

She didn't like it. 'He's becoming too...noble; he isn't the man he used to be. Losing his hand has unmanned him it seems. He fails to see what I am doing is right, is necessary. Not to mention his repugnant affections for that creature, Brienne the Beauty.'

The fact that her brother would choose Brienne over her was the thing that rankled the most. Not only that, but Jaime still acted against her to ensure that their murdering brother Tyrion be kept alive for his trial.

'Honestly, his guilt is obvious to anyone with a modicum of sense. Better to simply kill him and be done with it than carry on this charade.' She continued to silently berate her brother.

It wasn't just Jaime, her father seemed to take delight in tormenting her too. Constantly questioning her whenever she made the right decisions; neglecting to listen to her advice, which had led to two armies being sent, instead of going for an all out battle with one army. A move that would have assured them victory, if their men would just put the effort in. As she returned to her chambers, it suddenly struck her.

'Of course, Jaime, Father, now I see their game. They know I am right, but refuse to admit it, to do so would mean admitting they were wrong.'

Smirking she relished this, as it meant she would certainly have the last laugh.

When she entered her chambers, she observed that they were not empty, standing by the window was a man of four and thirty. He was tall; had a lean muscular build; short dark blonde hair; grey eyes; dark blonde goatee beard and moustache and a noticeable scar down the right side of his face.

It was Rodrik Hill; the leader of the Bloodseekers, her secret police. She smiled darkly upon seeing him, closing the door behind her and approaching the table in the middle of the room.

Rodrik turned and bowed.

"Your Grace." He greeted her.

She spoke at once, determined to get her point across. "Things are moving quickly, Rodrik, very quickly. We must be ready. It is time for us to deal with that little bitch, Margaery Tyrell once and for all."

Rodrik nodded; his expression never wavering. "So, she is to be ruined, ruined and eliminated."

"She must be exposed for what she is; my father and Tommen want proof, as if the letters she wrote aren't enough. So we will give them proof." Cersei explained. "See that she is...caught in the act, I will speak to my father and Tommen and make arrangements for them to...find her."

Rodrik nodded; apart from himself, the other Bloodseekers and Cersei, no one knew of Margaery's location.

He bowed again. "As you wish Your Grace. Send me the signal when you are ready and I shall take care of things on my end."

She nodded and he then left, silently and without being seen, as usual.

It was shortly after that there was a knock at the door.

"Come."

Cersei smiled lightly as a woman of six and twenty entered, she was slightly above medium height with a slender build, pale skin long blonde hair and blue sightless eyes. A trio of thin scars ran down her right cheek to her chin. It was her new handmaiden, Jenna Bolton.

"Your Grace." The blind but remarkable young woman greeted her respectfully.

Cersei had been infuriated when she first met the woman, thinking it was something of a joke that she was applying for the position of handmaiden. Yet then she learned of Jenna's history and seen what she was capable of, the woman was a survivor, and very skilled. Her blindness was merely an inconsequential hurdle to her.

"Lady Jenna, I do not recall requesting your services, is something the matter?" She queried.

Jenna nodded and moved closer, her voice dropping. "I am afraid so Your Grace; it is your other handmaiden, Lady Amelia."

Cersei narrowed her eyes upon hearing this. "What about her?"

"She is a Tyrell spy, she is trying to find out more about you, to use against you, especially when Margaery Tyrell is found." Jenna then revealed.

Cersei glared at that; she had long suspected something wasn't right about Lady Amelia, now she had proof. It was time to nip this threat in the bud, before it was too late.

Cersei glowered as she sat opposite her father, she couldn't believe this.

"Cersei, you have caused a lot of trouble." He remarked.

She shook her head. "What you actually mean father, is I have removed a threat before it could become one."

Tywin narrowed his eyes. "You have caused trouble, you executed a young woman without cause. If a handmaiden displeases you, you dismiss her."

"She was a spy for our enemies, not the ones attacking, the ones in the capital." Cersei replied darkly. "You know of whom I speak, if you would stop being blind for a moment, you..."

"Enough, you will stop that talk now." Tywin remarked. "Lady Amelia's family will receive compensation for your actions and you will not do something like this again, without consulting me first."

Cersei stood, irate. "I hardly need your permission to do anything father; I had proof as well that…"

"You had Lady Jenna's word, nothing more, that is not sufficient proof, now...go."

Scowling at once more being made to look the fool; despite knowing she was right; Cersei turned and left the room. She just needed to bide her time, then she would show them all that she was the one who was right.

End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.