Once Tyrion departed Bronn made himself scarce, quickly scampering off to whatever whore had caught his fancy that night. Left alone with his thoughts, doubts began to swirl in his mind. Had Cersei fucked Lancel? Surely she couldn't have. Surely she wouldn't have. He tried to convince himself it was all a lie, as he drowned his worries in rum. He drank so much that he passed out in a drunken stupor. A rare feat for him, accomplished only twice before. The first on Cersei's wedding night, and the second after Tommen's suicide.

He awoke to a cold chill as water dripped down his face.

"Whhhat the hell?" He exclaimed, slurring his words. Standing over him was Bronn, with an empty pitcher.

"Knew that would get you up. We need to get back. Though you're in no condition to be riding. While you were passed out, I took the liberty of taking some of your coin to hire us a wagon."

"Whattt am I do…doing ere?" he replied, confused.

"Fuck if I know. The barkeep probably moved you out here with all the other knocked out drunkards."

"I'm notttt a dunkard!"

"Sure. Whatever you say," replied Bronn.

He clumsily looked in his pocket and, sure enough, some of his coin was missing. Even in his drunken state, he could tell it was more than what was needed for a wagon; but his head was starting to throb so he didn't feel like protesting. Other than times when he was ordered away, this was the longest he'd been gone from the Red Keep. He wondered if for once Cersei would finally notice his absence. Shaking those thoughts from his mind, he slowly got up and followed Bronn to where their wagon and horses awaited.

After Bronn unwisely broached the subject of whether or not he would still be getting his promised castle and bride, he snapped at him to shut up, and the rest of the ride home was spent in silence. He tried to think about what he would say to Cersei, but found it difficult to concentrate. He guessed he must have a hangover, a rare occurrence for him. From seeing Cersei and Tyrion have so many he knew he'd need a nap before he could properly gather his thoughts.

Finally, they made it to the Red Keep. Bronn turned to him, finally breaking the tense silence. "So will you be meeting Tyrion again in a week's time?"

"He's a traitor. I have nothing more to say to him."

"What he said was true though. You know that right?"

He ignored that remark, and bid Bronn farewell.

He headed immediately to his chambers, stumbling along the way. Thankfully the only people awake at this time were guards and they barely paid him any mind.

As soon as he made it to his chambers and onto his bed, sleep overtook him.

—-

He awoke to the sound of knocking. Sunlight peeked through his red satin curtains shining down on him. Neither the knocking, nor the light, were helping the headache that sleep hadn't cured.

The pounding continued as though somebody were trying to murder his door. "I heard you the first time!" He called to whoever it was.

"It is the Queen! She wishes to speak with you!" The voice of a young sounding girl called out.

Happiness welled up in him before he remembered the things he had heard last night. "Come in," he yelled.

In walked a young servant girl no more than twelve. 'Likely one of the many orphans Cersei took in after the sept explosion,' he thought. He refrained from taking out his annoyance on her.

"Excuse me, Ser Jaime, but the queen sent me to fetch you."

"If the queen wants me, you tell her she can come to me herself."

The girl stood there fidgeting awkwardly, looking scared and on the verge of tears.

"Is something the matter?" He asked, feigning concern.

"The Queen will not be happy if I return without you."

He nearly rolled his eyes before remembering that Cersei had never been kind to the servants. While she'd never had a servant whipped for returning without someone who refused to go, he didn't know what she was capable of anymore. There was no point in putting an innocent at risk for no reason.

"Very well then. Just give me a few moments to make myself presentable," he said.

"Of course. I'll be just outside the door. Her grace doesn't like to wait, though."

"I'll be as fast as a pack of direwolves hunting a boar."

'She probably finally noticed my absence and wants to give me grief.' He thought to himself as he put on more presentable clothes. He wasn't sure he felt up to confronting her about Lancel and the white walkers yet, but times alone with her were so scarce these days that he reasoned he'd have no choice.

—-

"I'm ready now."

"Thank you. Follow me, Ser."

"I know where my sister's chambers are. So if you would like to go off and do other things, that would be fine."

"The queen is not in her chambers. Follow me, I will take you to her."

She led him to the castle dungeons. 'Finally, I will get to see what she's been keeping down here.' he thought. Although he hadn't been banned from going down to the castle dungeons, he had always avoided doing so. Whether the people down here deserved it or not, he didn't quite like to see or hear what went on. However, he was quite curious as to why Cersei had been spending so much time down here lately, but a part of him didn't really want to know."

They passed by several cells and he heard many screams of what sounded like torture. Finally, they stopped at a row of rooms with doors rather than bars. Despite shut doors, he could clearly hear the screams coming from the other side.

The girl knocked on one of the doors and Qyburn opened the door.

Jaime followed her in and he couldn't help but gasp in horror at what he saw.

Cersei was sipping wine as she observed several chained up women, many of whom looked to have undergone horrific torture. Most were missing at least an eye, and some had far more horrific injuries. From the smirk on her face, Jaime could tell that Cersei was quite satisfied with what she was observing.

Upon hearing Jaime's gasp, Cersei turned to look at them.

The girl broke the silence first. "My Queen," she said, curtsying.

"Thank you, Rina. You are dismissed for the rest of the evening."

"Thank you, Your Grace," the girl replied before scampering out.

"Jaime, we should go to my chambers, I have some news to share." Cersei said, looking at him.

"Why did I come all the way down here, to the castle dungeons? Cersei, you surely could have summoned me to your chambers and had me wait there!"

"Ah yes, I could've, but then you wouldn't have gotten to see our enemies suffering," Cersei replied, nodding towards the various women chained up on tables.

"Our enemies?" He asked, confused.

"Ah yes, after all the modifications that Sir Gregor has made to them, you probably don't recognize them. Ellaria Sand and her daughter Tyene; as well as several more of the Sand Snakes responsible for Myrcella's death." She replied, nodding over at the women chained on tables.

Jaime smiled at the news, before wondering to himself when and how she had captured Ellaria and the rest of the sand snakes, and why she hadn't bothered to inform him of it.

As if she could read his thoughts Cersei replied. "They were captured two days ago, a gift from Euron Greyjoy; but I have other, bigger and better news to share."

She smiled at him then, a sweet smile. It was the first Jaime had seen from her since Tommen's death. Perhaps even since Myrcella's..

He smiled back, glad to see her happy again, before he remembered. Lancel. And the White Walkers. And Euron fucking Greyjoy.

He didn't like it one bit that Euron Greyjoy had shown up nearly two months ago wanting to marry Cersei. Although she had refused him, telling him they would instead work together as allies against Daenerys, and his traitorous family, Cersei had also promised Euron that she would grant the Iron Islands independence from the crown, However, Jaime worried she would accept Euron's proposal if he expressed any inclining that her offer wasn't good enough. While he knew Cersei would never want to share her power with any man, he also feared she may very well marry Euron and arrange for an accident. He and Cersei had certainly discussed and debated causing Robert to have an 'accident' many times before his death.

However, Euron Greyjoy, was not the reason for this visit. His smile died on his lips as he tried to find the words to confront her of what Tyrion accused.

They began to walk silently to her chambers, and made it there before he could work up the courage.

"Your Grace," said the two guards outside her chambers before curtsying and stepping aside.

Right away Cersei headed to pour herself some wine.

"Would you like some?" She asked.

More wine would surely help him get through this conversation, but remembering his still lingering headache from last night's escapade, he declined.

"I never did understand why you never took a shine to wine or any sort of booze. Even that disgusting imp enjoyed his wine," She wondered out loud, before taking a seat on the red sofa.

'If only she knew,' he thought as he sat down next to her, keeping some space between them. He had to confront her soon, and the last thing he wanted right now was to get lost in her.

Cersei took a few sips of wine and he noted that she had begun to look quite nervous.

Finally, she turned to look at him and began to speak. "Jaime, I'm pregnant."

"You're pregnant? Are you sure? How?" He replied, flabbergasted. They hadn't lain together in over three months, nearly four. Not since before he left for Riverrun. Before Tommen's suicide.

Cersei's bright smile quickly changed into a frown. This clearly wasn't the reaction she had been hoping for.

"Yes, I'm sure! Qyburn examined me earlier. As to how, I think you know how, dear brother."

He glared at her, his disbelief turning into anger. "We haven't lain together in nearly four months, so whose child is this?"

"Yours! How dare you!" She exclaimed, rising up in anger.

He stood up and faced her, staring down at her. "How long have you been keeping this from me, then?"

"I just found out this morning!"

"So you expect me to believe you are nearly four months pregnant and had no clue until today?"

"Yes...I thought I was going through the change. You know what I mean, the change all women go through."

"Women don't go through the change until their fifties and you are only two and forty. You really expect me to believe that?"

Her emerald eyes glared at him. "It's the truth."

"And I'm supposed to believe that I am the father? We haven't lain together in months!"

"I have been with no other."

"I'm not so sure I believe you. Why would I?"

"Are you calling me a whore?"

"I don't know. Are you a whore?" He asked, red faced.

"How dare you speak to me that way!" She slapped him hard. He didn't bother to try to stop her.

He grabbed his stinging cheek as she returned to her wine.

"Leave me, Jaime."

"Lancel," he replied simply.

Cersei dropped her glass in shock, looking both worried and frightened. "You startled me! Now, what about Lancel?"

"You fucked him, didn't you," he stated, rather than asked.

"Why would you ask such nonsense?" She asked.

"So it's true then, you fucked him."

"I...fine. It was years ago, you were busy with other matters, and I needed him. Needed him to help me kill Robert. It was only a few times."

"I was off trying to get our brother back to us! And what the hell do you mean? A boar killed the fat fuck."

"Are you really so foolish? I got Lancel to ensure he was drunk so that a boar would kill him."

"Am I so foolish? That plan sounds foolish. I'm shocked it worked."

"Well it did. Lancel did exactly as I commanded."

"He was a Lannister. You didn't have to fuck him to get him to do your bidding!"

"Fucking him a few times ensured he wouldn't betray me. Sleeping with the Queen would be high treason."

So it had been more than once. And it hadn't been a spur of the moment plan, but a seemingly well planned scheme to get rid of Robert. Something he had been offering his help with for years, only to have heard her excuses and refusals for why they still needed Robert alive.

He felt his anger boil over and he could not resist the urge to hurt her back. "Who else have you fucked? The whole court?"

"Only Lancel and only because you abandoned me in favor of saving that awful imp!"

"You wanted me to get him back from the Starks!"

"It should not have taken you so long! But I must apologize, dear sweet brother. I clearly placed far too much faith in you, as you completely failed and ended up getting captured yourself! How very foolish of me."

"Not nearly as foolish as being four months pregnant and having no idea!"

"That is not foolish! My moonbloods never stopped. They were lighter, but…no I do not owe you any explanation!"

"Well, if you are pregnant, it's not mine! Is it Euron Greyjoy's? He's certainly been doing a lot for you lately. Or perhaps it's the court jester's child. What's his name again? Ah yes, Moon Boy."

Cersei gasped at him, her face a mixture of hurt and shock. "Get out. Now."

"Gladly, queen of whores," he replied, storming out.

Cersei quickly grabbed another wine glass and threw it at him with great force. Unfortunately for her and fortunately for him, she missed, hitting the wall and getting glass all over the place.

He rushed to his chambers all the while seething with rage at the thought of Cersei with Lancel and possibly Euron, and even Moon Boy for all he knew.

It wasn't until he was all the way back to his chambers that he realized he had forgotten to confront her about what Tyrion said about her not being willing to help with the White Walker threat. He sighed before laying back down. His head was now throbbing as much as it had earlier. He fell into a fitful sleep filled with nightmares of Cersei and Lancel.

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